Some of you people on tumblr are so dumb.

I'm not a propshipper. And that's a stupid, dumb, dirty word.

Thank you, Next.

Douglas was not their father. Not in a way that mattered. All he did was create them with random DNA. He didn't raise them. And according to Donald he wouldn't have raised them to be good people.

But technically, Donald didn't raise them either. After they were old enough and responsible enough to take care of themselves, they were mostly left alone unless it involves training, although if Donald was going to be gone longer than a full day he had trusted babysitters up until they were 13.

So they technically didn't have any dads. Because dads were supposed to be there for their kids. Regardless of whether they were dads by DNA or other circumstances.

So Douglas wasn't their father. He was too hot to be their father. Plus Douglas wasn't even on their (probably fake) birth certificates.

So Bree didn't think it was wrong to think Douglas was hot. Their family wasn't a family besides Chase and Adam being like her brothers.

Plus, after everything, Bree decided that she didn't want a dad after all. At least, not the way her classmates did.

Not after losing her virginity to Ethan and dating him and experimenting with him until he moved away.

Bree moaned again as she rubbed her clit. All she could think about was not other boys her age but Douglas. Not nice thoughts either. But about why he would make two boys but one girl. And not using the same DNA. Chase had secretly analyzed their dna for a school project and they weren't related at all. Nor were any of them related to Donald and thus not related to Douglas either. So the official story was that Donald had adopted them from a friend that had passed away. But that was another lie.

Bree felt herself get wetter as she thought about Douglas touching her as kissing her all over. How his hands would feel. Were they smooth like Donald's were the few times he awkwardly tried to be affectionate? Or were they rough like Bree thought they would be.

Bree was tired of innocent boys. Ethan was great, and Trent was okay for a quick fuck, but she wanted a real man.

Bree whined, squirming against her hand. She needed a real cock, not the sad handle of her old hairbrush. Though honestly, part of the reason she applied to Tech Town was that she would have money to go to Spencer's in that same mall.

Spencer's was the only way that Bree could give half of what she needed without Donald or Tasha knowing.

At least she could use the excuse of needing to regulate her periods to be on the pill.

Bree moaned a bit loudly, pulling the hairbrush out of her pussy and smacking her ass with the flat side. She rubbed her clit harder, biting back a "Fuck."

She was very thankful Tasha had convinced, well more like commanded than Donald remove Eddy from the rooms that were to belong to her and her brothers (Eddy had already been removed from Leo's room as soon as possible).

Bree thrusted the hairbrush back inside her, bucking her hips against it despite it not going deep enough.

It was thinking of Douglas' hands gripping her thighs while he ate her out that got her to climax.