Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Finally spent, he glanced down as she looked up at him and winked, slowly extracting his sticky cock, her tongue working around it, cleaning every drop off, stopping at the tip and sucking hard on it, milking him with her hands to get every drop and swallowing it all.

Groaning, Mike staggered backwards and hit a stack of plastic crates. Giggling, she stood and licked a drop of cum off her hand.

“Told you I’d fuck you up,” she said, grinning, swallowing the last of his sperm.

They suddenly heard voices in the distance… employees, and quickly ducked into an employee bathroom. Cleaning themselves up and exiting, they found their basket and swiftly finishing up the shopping.

*******

“Damn, I’m good. Come on, you can say it.”

‘Gotta admit, that was pretty good,’ Mike agreed as he loaded bag after bag into his truck a few minutes later.

But the voice didn’t reply, no doubt planning its next move.

Mike chuckled to himself and pushed the cart to the basket return, then headed back to his truck to drive his, suddenly much happier, sister, home.

As he pulled out of the parking lot she scooted over to him and leaned against him, sighing into his shoulder.

After pulling in the driveway, and coming to a stop, Mike helped unload the truck and ignored the snickers as his other sister’s noticing Sarah’s softened demeanor and smile.

Ignoring the whispers that erupted when the four were in the kitchen when Sarah began to divulge what her ever-surprising brother had done to her in the supermarket, Mike headed out back to see what needed to be done for the party.

Several hours later, a sweaty, crud encrusted Mike headed upstairs and showered, just pulling on his swim trunks and another t-shirt when the doorbell rang. Pounding down the stairs, he popped open the door and smiled as his best buddy Matt, held out his arms and pursed his lips.

“Come on baby, I missed you SOO MUCH,” he said. “Gimme a kiss sweetheart!” Matt said, mockingly, obviously playing around with his best friend.

Mike smacked him in the chest, causing Matt to throw his hands up, curled into fists. “Come on fucker, hadn’t had a good tickling in a good long while,” he said, dancing around for a few seconds like a boxer. “Wanna try and give me one?”

“You two are such idiots.” said Missy, his older sister from behind him, shaking her head. She was three years older than Matt and Mike, and favored her brother more than most girls. Smiling, she side stepped Matt, and gave Mike a quick hug.

“Hey Mike,” she said, pulling back and walking past him as he stepped back into the house.

“What’s up bro?” Matt asked as they went inside.

“Not much, bud. Where the hell have you guys been?” Mike asked, leading them into the kitchen.

“Vacation,” Missy said, sounding slightly irritated.

Mike chuckled. “Family vacation?” he asked.

Matt nodded. “Fuck yes.”

Mike laughed loudly, shaking his head. “Well, that’s one of the drawbacks of having parents,” he quipped.

“Hey guys,” Danni said, smiling and moving to hug Matt, who flashed an ‘Oh Yeah’ face at Mike behind Danni’s back, and then to Missy, who smacked her brother. “Matt’s being an ass again I gather,” she said.

“When isn’t Matt being an ass?” Missy answered. “How’ve you all been?” she asked Danni, as the two headed towards the back door, their brothers following quickly behind them.

“Ya’ll just keep walkin’ that way, we’ll just enjoy the view,” Matt said, watching the two asses in front of him bouncing and wiggling back and forth.

Matt had been Mike’s best friend ever since elementary school, when Matt had bloodied his nose for no apparent reason. They’d been in the wooden fort at school, and Matt had walked up and called him a ‘Son of a Bitch’ without any provocation and popped Mike once in the nose.

Mike, in turn, tackled him right out of the fort, then four feet to the ground, breaking Matt’s arm as he landed on a wooden beam around the sandbox under the fort. That break and the subsequent rehab Matt had to endure are what caused him to work out more, to strengthen up his arm muscles to the point where he could hurl a football farther than anyone else ever had at their high school.

Where Mike had brown hair, Matt was a sandy blonde, his hair just long enough to tuck up under his hat to avoid getting insulted by the local rednecks. He was nicely built, had thicker arms than Mike, but the two could pass for brothers. Their attitudes and general demeanor were the only things that separated them.

Mike was always quiet, withdrawn and never talkative. Matt was the complete opposite, usually insulting someone, causing a ruckus, or just being an ass, as his sister had put it. He was the kind of friend you would love to have, but hated to have at the same time. He was someone who wouldn’t mind fighting someone for you, but who, more often than not, got you into more fights through his antics.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Missy was nice enough, and Mike had actually had a crush on her in junior high. But she had never even given him the time of day, and generally treated him like a little brother, although better than Matt himself.

They went outside where Danni and Missy were sitting on the deck chairs and, having kicked off their shorts, they were rummaging around in their bags looking for some tanning oil.

Matt ran over to the shed where he knew Mike kept his old football and reached inside. Grabbing the familiar rough leather, he tossed it back and forth in his hands a few times. Turning he threw it casually to Mike, who caught it easily with a solid sounding ‘thunk.’

Mike glanced over at the two girls, who had captured his attention as they stood and began pulling off their shirts. Mike always loved that part, right when they pulled the tops off and they were smoothing out the bikini, making sure it covered all the essentials, and then shook their hair out. Girls were so mysteriously meticulous about looking good all the time. It was something that just mystified and interested him all at once.

Mike turned and tossed the ball to Matt, who had to turn and refocus quickly as he caught the surprise pass.

“Busted,” said Mike.

“Who the hell could blame me?” Matt said, tossing it back quickly. “All that prime, gathered up in one place.”

Danni had on her tiny yellow bikini, which actually shocked Mike. He didn’t think she’d wear it with other people around, but he realized that she was getting back to being the old Danni, at least in some respects.

Missy’s suit was a little more sensible, having quite a bit more fabric to it that Danni’s. She had a decent body, but not quite as toned and muscular as Danni’s, more like Beth’s, with boobs comparable to Beth’s.

“Yo, fuckstick. Quit ogling my sister and throw the damn ball,” Matt called. Mike spun and quickly tattooed Matt’s hands with it.

Missy flipped her brother the bird, and Danni giggled, raising a finger and wiggling it back and forth at Mike.

The door opened and Megan came out, followed by Sarah, who was carrying several cases of Dos Equis. With big stupid grins plastered all over their faces, Mike and Matt both headed towards her. “Damn I love your sisters,” Matt said.

“Yeah, me too,” Mike agreed.

“Me three.”

“Who ordered the stripper?” Matt called out, whistling at Megan as he came forward for a beer.

“Yeah sure, you wish,” Megan called back, flipping him off again and causing both young men to laugh.

“Remind me why I’m friends with you,” Mike said as he reached for a beer, tossing one to Matt and reaching for the bottle opener hanging on the wall near the door, as Sarah began to unpack the bottles and put them in the small fridge sitting close to the wall.

“Hell,” Matt said, taking a swig, “you know you love me. It ain’t a party till the Matt Monster arrives.”

Sarah giggled and grabbed a beer and the bottle opener from Mike. “Behave you two, or I’ll have Emma come out here and whip both your asses,” she said with a finger pointed at Matt.

“Aw hell,” Matt said, “promises, promises.”

Mike laughed, truly forgetting how much he loved and hated having Matt around. Emma actually enjoyed his company, seemingly more than Mike did. She really would whip his ass, though, and had on more than one occasion.