My New Family

At age 17, most parents don’t want to adopt you. They certainly don’t want to be your foster parents. But when I was told to pack up and get ready to move into the house of A-list actor Mason Langdon, I didn’t’ care about anything else but staying there as his daughter. I knew he’d been adopting children from foster care to give them the home they deserve, but this felt special to me for one other kind of fucked up reason: Mason Langdon was so fucking hot. To have him as my dad, I’d give an arm and a leg.

I arrived at his mansion the next day, my stomach twisting with a mix of excitement and nerves. As I stepped out of the social worker’s car, I couldn’t help but gawk at the sprawling estate before me. The mansion’s facade gleamed in the sunlight, its perfectly manicured lawn stretching out like a green canvas. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I grabbed my duffel bag from the trunk and followed the social worker up the walkway.

The front door swung open, and a warm smile greeted us. Mason Langdon himself stood in the doorway, his piercing blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he welcomed me with a gentle nod.

He led me to the large main living room where my 14 other new siblings were, and it was fucking beautiful. The room itself was a masterpiece of modern design, with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in a flood of natural light, illuminating the plush cream-colored couches and the sleek, minimalist coffee table. But it was the people that really caught my attention - a sea of faces, all ages and backgrounds, all chatting and laughing together like they’d known each other for years. Mason Langdon’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at me, his gaze warm and welcoming. “Everyone, this is Andrea,” he said, his deep voice commanding attention. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to me.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I scanned the room, taking in the curious faces. To my left sat five of my siblings, who were all different races and definitely older than I was. The eldest, a tall black boy with a shaved head and a serious expression, stood up and extended his hand. “I’m Jamal,” he said, his voice firm and confident.

As I shook Jamal’s hand, his firm grip and warm smile put me at ease, and I felt a tiny spark of connection with this stranger who was now my brother. His eyes, a deep brown that seemed to hold a world of kindness, crinkled at the corners as he smiled and said, “Welcome to the family, Andrea.” I smiled back, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Mason Langdon for creating this sense of community among his adopted children.

As I turned to face the rest of the room, I noticed a girl with bright pink hair and a nose ring, who was sitting on the couch, eyeing me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

The pink-haired girl’s gaze lingered on me for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in my messy brown hair and faded jeans. I felt a flicker of self-consciousness, but Mason Langdon’s warm voice intervened, drawing my attention back to him.

“Andrea, why don’t you come meet everyone?” he suggested, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

As I followed him, the room erupted into a chorus of greetings and introductions, each of my new siblings vying for my attention. To my right, a tall muscular Asian girl with a shy smile and a book clutched to her chest waved at me, her eyes shining with curiosity.

Mason Langdon led me through the room, introducing me to each of my new siblings. I felt overwhelmed but excited, trying to remember all of their names and faces. I couldn’t believe that I was now part of such a diverse and welcoming family. As we approached the tall muscular Asian girl, she stood up and extended her hand.

“Hi, I’m Emily,” she said, her voice soft but confident. “Nice to meet you, Emily,” I replied, shaking her hand. She smiled and handed me the book she was holding, a tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice.

Next was a skinny Latino kid named Jacob.

As I shook Jacob’s hand, his eyes sparkled with mischief, and he grinned, revealing a missing front tooth. “Hey, I’m Jacob,” he said, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “Welcome to the crazy house!” He chuckled, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Mason Langdon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and nodded in approval. Next to Jacob stood a petite blonde girl with a shy smile and a collection of colorful hair clips scattered throughout her hair.

“Hi, I’m Sophia,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She waved at me, her eyes darting nervously to Mason Langdon, who gave her a reassuring smile.

Then I was introduced to the short, muscular twin brothers, Carlos and Cristiano, who were standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and playfulness. They were identical in every way, from their messy brown hair to their bright, mischievous grins. As I shook their hands, they simultaneously high-fived each other, their eyes sparkling with excitement. “Welcome to the family, sis!” they chimed in unison, their voices dripping with a thick, Spanish accent.

Mason Langdon chuckled and ruffled their hair, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “These two are always getting into trouble,” he said, his deep voice filled with amusement.

The pink-haired girl with the nose ring, who I learned was named Avery, finally approached me, her eyes still scrutinizing me. She looked me up and down, her lips pursed in a thin line. “So, you’re the new one,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. I swallowed hard, feeling a wave of self-consciousness wash over me.

“Y-yes, I am,” I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady. Avery raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Well, I hope you’re not too boring,” she said, her tone challenging.

The next ones were the quintuplets, who were all 16 and Asian, with identical kind grins plastered on their faces. They introduced themselves in unison, their voices overlapping as they chorused, “We’re Mia, Maya, Mina, Meena, and Mona!” Each of them waved at me, their hands moving in perfect synchrony, as if they were performing a choreographed routine. I laughed, feeling a sense of wonder at the sheer energy emanating from the quintuplets. Mason Langdon chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement, as he nodded at the quintuplets. “These five are always syncing their speech, so be prepared for their performances,” he said, his deep voice filled with warmth.

The last two were both boys, the white emo one 17, and the Indigenous one 15, and their names were Ryder and Kai, respectively. Ryder’s eyes were cast downward, his black eyeliner and messy jet-black hair giving off an air of brooding intensity. He muttered a quick “hey” as we shook hands, his voice low and gravelly. Mason Langdon placed a reassuring hand on Ryder’s shoulder, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “Don’t mind Ryder, he’s just going through a phase,” he said, his low voice filled with warmth.

Kai, on the other hand, was beaming with excitement, his bright brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Hey, I’m Kai!” he exclaimed, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. He pumped my hand up and down, his handshake firm and energetic. “Welcome to the family, sis!” he chimed in, his eyes shining with excitement. As he released my hand, he took a step back and examined me with interest, his gaze taking in every detail of my appearance.

As Kai continued to study me, the room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on me. I felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over me, my face growing warm under the scrutiny. Mason Langdon cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Alright, kids, let’s give our new sister some space,” he said, his voice warm and gentle. “Why don’t we show her to her room, and then we can have dinner?”

Mason’s wife, a stunning woman with long, curly brown hair and a warm smile, stepped forward, her eyes shining with welcome. “I’m so glad you’re here, sweetie,” she said, her voice husky and gentle, as she enveloped me in a warm hug. “I’m Rachel, your new mom, and I’ll be showing you to your room.” She released me from the hug and took my hand, leading me towards the stairs.

As we climbed the stairs, I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful artwork adorning the walls. Rachel pointed out various pieces of artwork, explaining the inspiration behind each one. Her voice was warm and engaging, and I found myself relaxing in her presence. We reached the top of the stairs and turned left, walking down a long hallway lined with doors. Rachel stopped in front of a door with a small plaque that read “Your Room” in elegant script. She smiled and pushed the door open, revealing a beautifully decorated room with a large window that let in a flood of natural light. The room was painted a soft, creamy white, and the furniture was a warm, honey-colored wood.

As I stepped into the room, my eyes widened in wonder at the beautiful space that was now mine. Rachel smiled and let go of my hand, allowing me to explore the room on my own. I walked over to the window and gazed out at the breathtaking view of the lush green gardens below. The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the delicate patterns on the curtains, which were a soft, silky material that rustled gently in the breeze. I turned my attention to the bed, which was adorned with a plush duvet and a multitude of pillows in varying shades of white and cream. The bed looked inviting, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of sleeping in it tonight.

Once I was left alone and unpacked my stuff, I laid down on the soft bed while I writhed in boredom as I contemplated what to do now that I’d been given time to recover from the overstimulation from earlier. I had just the idea: masturbating to the idea of Mason fucking me...