Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Emma found herself leaning gently into Paul, almost forgetting it wasn’t Mike she was leaning into. Her mind began playing tricks on her again and she found herself conflicted, wondering if she would be able to keep up the façade, and continue pretending to be interested in Paul. At least she kept telling herself that she wasn’t interested. She felt his warmth against her shoulder, and his hand rubbing her other arm softly. She kept glancing over at Mike nervously, suddenly very aware that her lover was watching her.

Mike struggled under the cover with Ashley, trying not to let anyone else know where her hand was while trying to remove it at the same time. She kept rubbing her hand up and down his dick, not even pretending to watch the movie. The struggle beneath the covers continued for the length of the movie. After which, Mike stood quickly as Ashley yanked her hand out as the cover fell away.

“I guess we better take you guys home,” he said suddenly, glancing over at Paul and Emma.

Emma jumped, startled by the sudden movement on the other couch, bringing her back to the reality of the moment, and what they were trying to accomplish. She nodded at her brother as he stood and waited for the others to join him. She held a hand out to Paul, who took it and rose and then followed her into the kitchen and out the door.

Mike turned to Ashley and smiled, holding a hand out to help her up and pulling her behind him towards the door and his truck.

A few minutes later, they pulled up to the house and Ashley leaned over in the seat and pulled Mike’s face towards hers as she tried to kiss him. Mike relented and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. She leapt out of his truck a few seconds later, a goofy smile plastered across her face.

Emma stepped out of the backseat as Paul walked around and gave her a hug.

“Thanks for a great evening,” she said as he wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace.

“I hope we can do it again sometime,” he said, smiling at her.

Emma nodded and he leaned in close, moving his lips to her cheek, he kissing it lightly before turning and walking up the steps.

“Sounds great,” she said, climbing back into her brother’s truck.

As the truck roared to life and Mike began to pull away, Emma glanced over at her brother, trying to gauge his mood.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

Mike nodded quickly, then added, “It’s just the oddness of the situation is all,” turning and flashing a smile at her.

“Well, that goes without saying, stud,” she said, grinning at him.

An awkward silence followed for a several seconds.

Then Mike finally ended it by asking, “So, what do you think?”

Emma shrugged. “He’s okay, I guess.”

“Are you gonna be able to get him to somehow seduce Ashely?” he asked.

Emma giggled at the oddity of the statement, but shrugged as she turned back to look out her window. “Honestly, I don’t know. It was far too weird sitting half the night right next to the guy that I’m fucking and letting someone else touch his property.”

Mike shook his head immediately. “I’ve already had this discussion,” he said. “You aren’t my property.”

“Aw hell. Now you’ve done it.”

“You’ve discussed this?” she asked, confused. “With who?”

Mike suddenly realized that he was confusing conversations. One with the Voice, and one with someone that wasn’t a voice in his head.

“I… uh… myself, actually,” he said finally.

“You talk to yourself?” she asked.

Mike scrunched up his face for a second, trying to think of how best to word it without making his sister think he was losing it.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“You’re losing it. Should’ve fucked while you had the chance.”

Mike ignored it. “Kinda,” he said, trying to appear disinterested with the question.

Emma shrugged and popped her seatbelt off, scooted over and cuddled up close to her lover. Her hands reached up and entwined themselves around his strong arm, her head leaning lightly against his shoulder.

“Yes I am, by the way,” she said.

Mike glanced down at her as she put her chin on his shoulder, looking up at him innocently.

“You are what?” he asked.

She nodded. “Your property. I can’t help it, you own me.”

Mike began to shake his head, but she brought a finger up to his lips. “I don’t mean like you’re thinking, you big goofball. I mean that I like being yours, and only yours. I had fun tonight with Paul, but I kept wishing that it was just us on the date. I wish that you could have taken me to dinner, to a movie and then we came home and watched the movie on the couch, minus the fight in between. Then you take me to your room and ravish me. I want you to make me yours. Do anything you want to me.”

Mike glanced down at her.

“Emma, I can’t say that I like the idea, but if you want to… be with Paul I mean, you can.”

“Dumb Ass, would you shut the fuck up and listen to her?”

She was quiet for a few seconds. “Mike, my thick-headed twin, what I’m saying is, I like being only yours. I like the thought of being controlled by you, only doing what you say.”

“What do you mean, doing what I say?” he asked.

She thought for a moment, then placed her hand gently in his lap, massaging his crotch.

“Well, like if you told me that you wanted a blowjob,” she said, “I’d give it to you. Or you wanted me to crawl on all fours pretending… anything. Or you wanted me to fuck you in a public place. It’s the thought of you telling me what to do, and me doing it or you’ll punish me. That is what really turns me on.”

“I knew I liked her.”

Mike looked down at her, genuinely surprised. “You mean…”

“I mean, if you wanted me to start walking around all day without a bra or even panties, I’d do it. Or if you wanted me to expose myself completely, I’d do it. If you told me to stay ready for you whenever, for whatever, I’d do it, but only because you told me to. You, Mike. You can have me whenever or however you want me, or deny me for weeks until I’m so crazy with desire that you can take me and punish me like you did before. I hope it’s the former by the way. Fucking you is way more fun than waiting for you to fuck me, though getting punished by you is very exciting too. Very erotic.”

“Yup, she’s my favorite.”

Mike considered what she was saying for a few quiet moments. He had to admit that it turned him on to think that she had to do whatever he wanted, and that she would like doing it, that it turned her on. It was erotic. Still, he didn’t want to hurt her, or to overstep his bounds, and his love for her as her brother began to step in, telling him that he hadn’t the right to order his sister around.