Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“Why the hell not damn it. She’s begging you to take charge, ass.”

Seeing the doubt and concern on his face, she chuckled. “That look on your face is why I know that I’m safe. It’s why Danni knows she’s safe, why she feels safe around you, because you’re the safest haven there is. We all know that you’d kill to keep us safe, that you’d never let anyone or anything hurt us, least of all yourself. It’s fun to see you squirm, though.”NôvelDrama.Org content.

Mike smirked at her. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to do some of the things you just described. I don’t think I would ever feel comfortable ordering you around.”

“Pansy.”

“Well, we’ll have to work on that then,” she said, turning and winking at him.

They pulled into the driveway and Emma hopped out as Mike killed the engine and slid out himself. She came up to him and turned around, pushing herself against him and pulling his arms around her waist. She felt his strong arms push against her sides as his hands came to rest on her stomach, felt him inhale deeply, his face buried in her short hair.

“You smell so damn good,” he said, smiling.

Her firmly muscled and luscious ass pressed against his lap. It caused his dick to rise quickly and press awkwardly out from his blue jeans. He brought a hand up underneath her spaghetti strap shirt and cupped a breast, then gently tweaking a nipple.

As she squealed, the porch light came on. The motion detector being set off by their movements illuminated the two as they quickly detached themselves from each other.

They took a few seconds to straighten themselves before Emma headed in first. She giggled as she walked up the steps in front of her brother, her ass jiggling enticingly as she bounced up the steps.

Mike just groaned and followed her inside.

“Told you you’d be sorry. Dick.”

He shut the door behind them and found all three of his other sisters looking at them expectantly from the living room.

Mike smiled and laughed, shaking his head and following Emma into the living room.

“Well, don’t you three look all happy and overjoyed to see us,” replied Mike.

Sarah scowled at him, saying, “stop torturing us and spill it.”

Emma laughed and sat down between Sarah and Beth, both wearing one of Mike’s shirts.

Danni was sitting alone on the loveseat, so Mike went over and wrapped her up in his arms. She was wearing a bathrobe, closed tightly around her as she fell into him and melted herself into his body. Now contentedly, she felt complete again.

She had clearly just gotten out of the shower, as her damp hair was rapidly wetting the spot on his shirt where her head was laying.

‘Damn I love the way she looks with wet hair,’ he thought, ‘so soft and sweet and innocent.”

“Not to mention, drop dead fucking sexy. Straighten her out, put her legs over your shoulders and drive it home buddy.”

‘Shut up. We’re about to have a discussion stupid.’

“Hey, we can talk and fuck. You do the talkin and I’ll do the fuckin.”

Mike glanced over at the other couch and Beth and Sarah were looking expectantly at him. Taking the cue, he cleared his throat.

“Well, we’ve got some interesting news,” Mike announced.

“You didn’t already do it, did you?” Beth asked, leaning forward with an excited look plastered across her face.

Mike chuckled, shaking his head as he ran a hand through Danni’s hair. She clutched his arm tighter for a second and nuzzled into his chest.

“No, not yet. It won’t be as easy as all that, but the plan is definitely in motion,” he said, glancing back at Emma.

She smiled softly and lowered her gaze.

Then Mike continued, “our sister was amazing tonight. Funny, entertaining, engaging, and she definitely piqued Paul’s interest. I was able to stave off the affections of his energetic sister… mostly.”

“Mostly?” Danni asked, glancing up at him with a faux angry look.

Mike laughed and nodded. “Okay, so she got a little handsy. I’m… Well, we’re lucky that’s all she tried.”

“Hah!” Emma said loudly. “Don’t try and tell us you are incapable of making a 90 pound nut-job stop coming on to you. You expect us to believe that?”

Mike smirked at her and shook his head. “Of course I could stop her, but we had to maintain the illusion, didn’t we.

Four pairs of eyes turned smirking, and throwing unbelieving glares at him.

“What?” he asked defensively. “This was all ya’lls idea in the first place, remember. I didn’t want to have anything to do with it,” then again with more emphasis, just for effect, he added, “Remember?”

“Oh, would you just move on to the date loverboy.” Sarah said with a giggle, and then added, “Just tell us what happened.”

“Well, after a great dinner,” said Mike, “we went and tried to watch a movie, but the projector broke or something so we left and ran into trouble.”

Sarah felt Emma stiffen and glanced at her to see her younger sister’s suddenly serious face.

Mike tried to consider how best to break the news, and decided candor would be their best course of action.

“It was the same guy I caught with Danni,” he said, pointedly.

The three sisters gasped, and covered their mouths with their palms, shocked.

“It was the same guy you rescued Danni from,” Emma corrected, glancing over at him.

Mike conceded the point and cleared his throat, then continued, “Well, he was in Booker’s Sports, the card shop near the theater, him and a few of his friends.”

“Assholes,” Emma cut in.

“Did they see you?” Danni asked, as she sat up and looking directly into Mike’s eyes.

Mike absent mindedly rubbed his jaw and nodded.

“Did you get in another fight?” Danni asked, her voice rising in concern and tears welling in her eyes, in spite of the fact it was obvious he had come out relatively unscathed.

Mike turned and took her face in his hands. Pulling her close, he looked directly back into her own eyes, a kind look on his face.

“I’m okay, Danni. I promise,” he said.

She nodded, but the tears and a look of concern and fear were still there.

“He got in one good shot, but Paul distracted him by disabling one of his buddies who was egging it on, and maybe wanted a hand in it. That’s when I dropped him, like a sack of potatoes.”

“I’ll say,” Emma said, “It was so cool,” a small smile finding its way to her face, but disappearing quickly as she composed herself.