A/N: So, how many stories am I working on now? Five? Six? Maybe even seven but who knows? I've lost track. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this story. !Shadow! Oh, and no this isn't one of those stories where the sister falls for the stepbrother.

Summary: Willow Turner's mother died when she was thirteen. A tragic loss for a little girl. Four years later, her father finds a woman that he falls so desperately in love with. Sound like your average fairytale? For the parents, yes, for the kids, hell no. Willow's little sister is intrigued with her stepsister and little stepbrother isn't so bad. It's the older step brother that Willow could do without. It's all of them that she could do without, really. Sibling rivalry has never been sweeter. But Willow's mood changes and she starts to grow some affection for her step siblings. Now, no one messes with them without answering to her. Though things do get crazy and Willow thinks she can handle her new older brother, one thing she wasn't counting on was him being just as clever and witty as her.

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When you think of the Brady Bunch, what is your first thought? One, big, happy family, right? Am I right? Of course, I am. Well, you could say my family was the same just scratch the happy part and the six kids part with a nanny. Yup, that's my family only I haven't met them yet. I've seen pictures but that's it. A single mother and two sons. Could explain why I'm sitting on a bench at the friggin' airport on a Friday morning. Let's not forget to mention that it's almost ten in the morning. Not early for some people but for others, like me, who sleep in until half past noon, it's early. I've been up since seven o'clock. I'm not a morning person nor am I happy at the moment and when I'm grouchy, I'm a smartass.

Crossing my arms over my chest with one leg stretched out, I waited impatiently for the stupid plane to get here. Dad was nearly jumping out of his seat, not from nervousness, mind you but from excitement. Great! Lily, my little sister, was just as happy. Why was I sulking might you ask? I already explained; not a morning person, remember? Also, I was sitting in between the jittery pair. I could go insane right now from pure boredom and lack of sleep! It was summer for crying out loud! Didn't that mean kids get to sleep in until after noon? Apparently not.

I brushed my wavy hair back from face with a sigh. It was a little past my shoulder, dark brown with traces of auburn and dark red highlights. Yes, that was my natural hair color. That was basically the color of my dad's hair minus the dark red. Got that from Mom along with the blue eyes that had a black ring around the iris. If I said they were beautiful and sparkling like my mom's, that'd be a big fat lie. They weren't very light but not very dark. They were just...there. Before you ask about my mom, I'll explain.

When I was twelve, five years ago, Mom died of lung cancer. She was a chain smoker, downed at least three packs a day, I'm not even kidding. The scent of cigarette smoke repulsed me. Now, don't go all "Oh, my God! It must've been so hard at twelve to lose your Mom! I'm so sorry to hear that!" or anything else along those lines. Don't pity me, I'm over it. Sure, I miss her but I've learned that you have to get over things some time, can't wait forever. I cried my tears, mourned my time so I'm good. It still made me sad but I was alright.

That would also explain why we're at the airport, waiting for Dad's finance. I've never met the woman but am going through will all this just to make Dad happy. It's not his fault Mom died and why not let him be joyful? Because I hate happy, joyous fucks, that's why! Sorry, outburst. I tend to get those often. All I've seen, like I mentioned, were pictures. The older son, who was eighteen, looked like an arrogant, I-get-every-girl-I-want type of guy. Probably was. The younger boy, who was nine, seemed to be a Power Rangers, Ninja Turtles little kid. The girl, who was fourteen, looked like a little rebel dressing in punk clothes. Hey, who was I to judge?

"Dad!" I nearly shouted after getting tired of the bench shaking. "Calm down. Jeez! You're gonna excite yourself right into a seizure!"

"Willow, stop being so grouchy," Dad said but calmed down. I know! How screwed up was that, naming your kids after trees and flowers? No, my parents aren't hippies. Sometimes I wish they would've been. Might make life a little more exciting. Anyways, Dad's hair was dark brown with some auburn, short and was graying just a tad at the temples. He was pushing forty-three. He was a big guy, tall and built wearing a crisp white t-shirt, freshly ironed jeans, I know because I ironed them, and clean white shoes. His eyes were hazel.

"I know, Willow!" Lily, my thirteen year old sister, almost screeched from excitement. Her voice didn't always sound like that, only when she was really happy or eager about something. Hair a little wavier than mine and with more red in it was pulled back into a neat bun.. She had Dad's hazel eyes. Her pink tank top was a little too tight for someone her age and her faded jeans almost covered her feet that had matching pink flip flops. We were a pretty tall family, Dad being 6'5", me being 5'7" and Lily being 5'5". "We're gonna have brothers and another sister! Won't it be great?" She stared at me expectantly with big eyes.

I thought about saying no but thought better of it. "I can do without more siblings," I muttered. "You're enough to handle." She swatted my arms playfully. Unlike my cutesy sister, who liked to wear pink and flip flops, I wore a dark red tank top and dark blue jeans with blacks Vans that had the white wave thing on them. They were comfortable shoes.

"It's here! It's here! It's here!" Lily screamed. I jerked, putting a hand to my ear.

"Would you not yell?" I snapped. "We heard you the first time."

"Come on, Willow, stand up, stand up," Dad ordered as her a Lily did just that. Why did everyone feel the need to repeat everything? Rolling my eyes, I stood. One side of the large airport was nothing but glass so you could see the plane landing and everyone getting out. About twenty or so people got off this plane. I spotted the family before they stepped through the door.

As soon as my future step mom spotted us, she grinned widely, flashing perfect white teeth. Curly blond hair and blue eyes with a petite build, meet the Nordic Ice Princess. Her green sun dress fit the top of her body snugly. The skirt flared out to swirl around her knees. White sandals completed her pretty little outfit.

"Turtle dove!" she cried. Turtle dove? I resisted the urge to laugh until I cried.

"Buttercup!" Dad shouted back, grinning wildly.

"Where's Blossom and Bubbles?" I asked sarcastically, referring to the Power Puff Girls.

Ignoring me, or maybe he hadn't heard me, I said it loud enough, Dad met the woman halfway and swung her into his arms. They hugged each other tightly and lovingly. The three kids came up behind them but stayed a safe distance back. Hmm...OH GOD! Now, I could see why. The parents were making out like horny teenagers in the back of a Jaguar. Gross!

I covered my mouth with a hand, placing my arm over my stomach. "Oh, God," I choked out.

"What?" Lily asked, confused.

"I think I'm gonna puke," I answered.

"Stop being such a baby!" she said, glaring at me. "That's so romantic!" Ha! Who you asking? Time to break this up.

"Okay, children!" I said, holding up my hands. "Can we please cut the PDA or I may go blind?" The two broke apart and blushed, at least she did. They let go of each other.

"Girls, this is Jane," Dad introduced.

I gave a small smile and help up a hand. "Ah, Jane! Me, Tarzan."

Dad gave me "the look". You know, that one where he's silently saying "If you don't cut it out you're gonna get it"? Yeah, that look. "The sarcastic one would be Willow, my oldest and this one is Lily."

Jane smiled. "Oh, they are such beautiful girls!" What a suck up! I know, I'm a total and complete bitch. I should be getting paid for it. "Oh, and these are my kids." She grabbed a small boys hand and pulled him gently forward. He looked really shy but had the cutest big blue eyes and flat blond hair. He had chubby cheeks. If you've ever seen Big Daddy with Adam Sandler then you'll know who I'm talking about when I say this kid reminds me of Julian aka Frankenstein, the little boy. His blue and red striped polo shirt was a tiny bit baggy on his as were the tan shorts. His sneakers lit up every time he took a step. "This is Matthew."

"What's up, little man?" I asked him. He smiled a little at the nickname.

"Hi," Lily said, waving hysterically at him.

A girl two inches shorter than Lily stepped forward when Jane motioned for her. "This is Elizabeth," she said. The girl wore a black Taking Back Sunday t-shirt and jeans with holes in the knees. Her black and blue DC's were small, indicating she had tiny feet. Blond hair, like her mother's, had black streaks through it. It was feathered so it wasn't in the way of her pretty face or baby blue eyes. To tell you the truth, I've never seen a girl with baby blue eyes. Her nails were painted black.

"Lizzie," she corrected, shaking my hand then Lily's. She smiled politely.

"Hi! I'm Lily!" my sister said.

"I think she got that when Dad introduced us, genius," I said, recrossing my arms.

"Last, but not least, is my oldest, Scott," Jane said, smiling brilliantly. I'll admit, the boy was better looking in person than in his pictures. Blond hair that was a big shaggy had some dirty blond in it. His eyes were a little lighter than mine. A white button up shirt rolled back over his forearms was over a black shirt. Blue jeans and white shoes completed the outfit. His body was fit. He was 6'3", I know because I compared him to my Dad's height.

He nodded towards me and Lily. "Hey," he said in a deep voice.

"Hola," I said back.

"Hi!" Lily said with her usual cheerfulness. Somebody shoot me now.

"Now, that we've made introductions, how about we grab some lunch?" Dad suggested.

"How about some more sleep?" I muttered. He gave me "the look" again. Giving up, I said, "Who's riding with who?" We had brought my crappy car and Dad's.

"Lily, Scott and Lizzie can ride with Willow," Dad said. "And Matthew can ride with us."

"He can ride with us," I said. "It's no big deal."

Dad smiled proudly at me. "If that's okay with you, Jane." How pathetic. Gonna ask her if you wipe your ass, too?

"Of course," Jane agreed. "I'm sure Willow is an excellent driver."

"I can assure you, she is," Dad said. "Then let's get your luggage and go."

We walked over to where the luggage was. Scott fell in to step beside me while Lily and Lizzie carried on a conversation. "Think they'll do anything in the car while they're alone?" he asked, smirking.

I shuddered. "Most definitely but I'd rather not throw up, thank you very much." He chuckled then laughed harder when I pulled out a bag of Beef Jerky Teriyaki flavor. It had been folded up in my back pocket. What can I say? I'm addicted. I glared at him. "Something funny?"

"Isn't that a little too high-calorie for you?" he asked.

I stopped dead in my tracks. "Excuse me? What, just cause I'm a girl I have to be a pompom swinging, miniskirt wearing, anorexic slut?"

He shrugged. "Never said that."

"No, but you assumed it," I said then pointed a finger at him. "Let's get something straight, buddy. You don't know me and I don't want to know you so keep pushing it cause it'll be the last thing you push." I walked ahead of him without waiting for a response.

"So, you wanna play, do you?" he asked. "Alright, I'm game." Oh, boy.

I can tell this was going to be one helluva day.