Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“Something takes over?” Mike asked. “What? Like a little demon?”

“Nah,” Beth said as the siblings began to extricate themselves from the pile. “It’s more like a perverted little voice in my head telling me…” She stopped when she saw the amazed look on Mike’s face.

After a few seconds of silence, Sarah said, “Well, I’d better go clean myself up.”

‘Uh, oh,’ Mike thought, his mind still wondering if Beth had a voice in her head like he did.

“I wonder if her Voice is hot.”

Mike ignored the Voice. He wasn’t about to get a migraine trying to dissect and understand its perverse logic.

He turned and headed upstairs to shower, the mornings events playing through his head.

Beth came in after he’d been in for a few minutes, smiling and dropping the towel she’d wrapped around herself from the laundry room and closing the shower door behind her.

“Mind if I join you?” she giggled, smiling at him.

Mike couldn’t pry his eyes off the gorgeous blonde in front of him. His eyes wandered over her breasts, down her soft stomach and onto the blonde triangle of hair between her legs. There wasn’t anything on her body that he didn’t find attractive. She washed her hair, the soap cascading down her body and across her full breasts.

“You know, this place isn’t really that safe for us, is it,” he said, a smirk on his face.

She turned and winked at him. “Oh I don’t know, I think we’ve done some pretty exciting things in here.”

She turned her body and fell into him, his arms wrapping around her as he kissed her on the lips. She turned her head and laid it on his chest as the water showered down on both of them. The stood there in the stream, holding each other for a good twenty minutes before they both got out and began toweling each other off, each rubbing a soft cotton towel over the other in long strokes.

“I think my breasts are dry now, baby,” she giggled, and Mike smiled.

“I was just making sure,” he laughed.

As the Mike and Beth came out of the bathroom, Emma nearly ran into them on the way to her room.

She glanced at the two and rolled her eyes, pushing through them and loudly slamming the door closed.

“What’s the matter with her?” Mike asked, glancing at Beth.

Beth glanced at him and shook her head, “You’re her twin, and you’re asking me?”

Mike smirked at her. “I may be her twin, but she’s still a woman.”

Beth opened her mouth in playful shock and smacked him on the arm, then turned and headed to her room. When she reached the door she turned around and smiled to see he was still watching her.

“Still can’t keep your eyes off me, huh?” she said with a wink.

Mike shook his head. He’d been watching the way her hips wiggled when she walked, in that particularly alluring way that women did. His eyes worked their way up the towel until he was finally looking her in the eyes.

She smiled again and dropped her towel, giggling and turning to her room. Her door closed softly behind her as she disappeared within.

“Damn fuckin’ A.”

‘Shut up.’ Mike thought, as he headed to his room, tired, but smiling the whole way.

The afternoon wore on, and Mike stayed in his room, sleeping and reading. As supper time neared, there was a knock at the door and Emma poked her head in. “Supper time, M,” she said, and turned to leave.

“Hey, wait,” he said, standing and moving towards her. He was in some boxers and an old T-shirt, and he laughed when he saw that she was dressed in the same.

She looked at him with a blank expression on her face.

“She looks irritated, dude.”

‘No shit, Sherlock,’ Mike thought.

“No need to be rude, dude.”

“What’s the matter?” he asked her pointedly.

She shifted her hips and crossed her arms. “What’s the matter? Are you fuckin’ serious?”

Mike shifted nervously, feeling like he was nine years old about to get a spanking.

“I uh…”

“I haven’t had any time with you lately,” she said, “in… well… I don’t know how long. You don’t know either, probably. We’re supposed to be, well… twins, two, shared in the womb. But you obviously have enough time for Beth and Sarah. And poor, poor Danni certainly can’t be away from you for more than one night!”

“Em, come on…” he started to say, but she turned and pulled her head out of his room.

Sighing in anger, he opened his door wide and grabbed her arm as she tried to make her way to the stairs.

“Will you calm down for a second?”

“Fuck you,” she said, turning and shoving him off of her.

Mike growled in frustration and grabbed her arm again and yanked her towards him.

“Get your fucking…” she started to yell at him. But that was as far as she got before he had her pinned up against the wall, his arms holding hers behind her back and his lips were crushing into hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth.

She slapped him on the arm a few times, but finally relented and began kissing him back, her own passion washing over her as her brother assaulted her. She moaned softly as he pushed against her, and she inhaled his scent deeply, relishing in his manly aroma. He bit her lip gently, moving his lips to her neck, never releasing her arms from behind her.

Her back was arched, pushing her breasts outwards. He pushed her wrists together and wrapped one hand around them, moving the other to her chest. Roughly shoving his hand into her shirt, he fondled her breasts as he nibbled on her throat, soft moans issuing from her mouth. His fingers pushed into her sports bra and pushed it up, revealing her nipples which hardened quickly as he lowered his mouth to one.

She moaned again and he pulled her backwards, towards his doorway.

“We can’t,” she moaned as he sucked her nipple again. “Supper…” she trailed off.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I wasn’t asking permission,” he said in a low voice, pulling her backwards, turning her around so she was walking backwards with him, her arms still pinned by his hand. He pushed his hand back into her shirt and began fondling her again, as she moved her head to the side to let him start biting and sucking at her throat.

“God, Mike,” she moaned as they reached his door and stumbled through it.

He kicked it closed as they entered. Pulling his hand out of her shirt, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head backward, releasing her arms and running his newly freed hand down her back to her ass. His fingers ran along the crease, then cupped one of her muscled ass cheeks and squeezed.

With his handful of her hair, he pushed her forward towards his bed, pushing her forwards and releasing her hair finally. As she began to turn over, he reached up with both hands and grabbed the edges of her boxer shorts, pulling them down roughly, and then off completely, leaving her naked rear shaking briefly on the bed.