Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Ashley had an odd look on her face, but Mike was unsure what it was. She was clutching him less tightly, though her face was still red.

Paul excused himself at that point and headed to use the bathroom, effectively ending the game. As he did so, Sally decided it was getting late and excused herself from the party, as did Sarah, heading inside to start cleaning up.

As Paul came back outside, he grabbed the rest of the last case of beer from the fridge and brought it over.

“Ya’ll can crash here if you need to,” Mike said. “We’ve got a strict policy on driving drunk,” he said, “as you can imagine.”

Paul nodded, understanding completely, and as the evening progressed and the alcohol kept flowing, it became clear that neither of the other two families would be leaving. They played a few more rounds of Truth or Dare, plus a drinking game or two.

Finally, around midnight they all decided to head inside and call it a night.

Sarah offered Paul her room, heading upstairs for Danni’s bed. Nodding his thanks, he grabbed Ashley as she began to head upstairs for Mike’s room.

“Not so fast,” he said, pointing towards Sarah’s door. “You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Missy headed upstairs with Emma while Matt stumbled towards Mike’s room and collapsed into the floor. Mike grabbed a blanket out of the closet and tossed it over the already snoring form on the floor.

Heading back downstairs, he locked up quickly and headed back to bed, the soft covers enveloping him like a lover, and sleep took him quickly.

******

“I can’t believe you told them that story,” Ashley said, sitting on Sarah’s bed.

“Aw, come on little sister, it was just the alcohol. No one is going to remember that,” Paul said, laughing and stripping off his shirt and wet shorts, dropping them into the bathroom.

“You’re going to sleep naked?” Ashley asked. “This isn’t our house!”

Paul looked down and shrugged. “You’ve seen me naked before, and I shut the door to the room. I didn’t bring anything but these trunks. We weren’t exactly planning on staying, remember.”

“Still,” she said, trying not to look like she was eyeballing him. He flipped off the light and the room was plunged into darkness. She heard him rustle around and then stand up, walk across the room and click on the switch on the wall. Soon, she heard the gentle woosh woosh of the ceiling fan. “Come on Paul, you don’t have to sleep on the floor. I can share with you. You’re my brother after all.”

“You sure?” he asked from somewhere on the floor.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah, you aren’t gonna be able to lie down there all night. Come on,” she said, throwing the blankets open and scooting over to lie against the wall.

Paul began to drift off, thinking of the games in the hot-tub, and all the half naked women. He was very glad that he let Ash talk him into going out with Emma. She wasn’t really the type of girl that he was usually attracted to, but then neither was his sister and he’d already admitted that he’d thought about her in compromising ways.

Matt was funny as hell, and his sister had an outstanding rack, as did Emma and all three of Mike’s other sisters. He smiled in his sleep, relishing the vivid memories in the hot tub. Finally, he began to drift off.

Later that night Emma appeared. She was nude as she slid into the bed next to him and turned over, pressing her smaller form against his. He felt his thick rod begin to swell and push against her back. She smelled wonderful, something light and flowery, he thought as he wrapped his arms around her. She shifted her hips, moving enough for his cock to slide down and off her butt, between her legs and immediately caressing her naked pussy lips.

Groaning she moved her hips down, pushing hard against the tip, which suddenly slipped and he was inside of her, gently pushing deeper as she grunted at the thickness.

He moved his hands down to around her waist and gently rolled over with her underneath him, facing away, spreading her legs and pulling out slightly before thrusting deeply back in causing her to moan loudly. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Oh, yes Mike, fuck me,” came the sound of her voice.

Paul stopped cold. He opened his eyes and jumped in surprise. He’d been dreaming, he was sure of it, or was he. He looked down and saw a dark form swiveling her hips on his cock.

“Come on, fuck me,” she said again. He froze. It wasn’t Emma. What the fuck was happening? He pulled out.

“Oh no, don’t stop,” came a loud demand.

‘Oh my god,’ Paul thought, turning over and facing away. It was Ashley. ‘Fuck,’ he thought. ‘FUCK!’

Behind him he felt her turn and face him, her hands running over his back, around his hips and grasping at his cock and started stroking it back and forth.

“Ashley, stop,” Paul said.

They both kept frighteningly still, neither wanting to speak, as the realization crept into Ashley’s brain.

Finally, she released his cock, which was strangely refusing to go away and leave things to the experts.

“Paul?” she asked.

“Just go to sleep,” he said. “This was all just a dream.”

She lay there in silence for a second. “Paul,” she said, sounding surer of herself this time.

“Sleep Ashley, we can talk about this another time,” he said.

“Paul,” she said more insistently, sounding more like an older sister than a younger one, sure and confident. “Turn around and look at me.”

“What the hell is it Ash,” he said, turning over on his back and not looking at her.

“We need to talk about this, and not tomorrow,” she said.

“It was just a mistake, Ash.”

“It was?” she asked.

“Of course it was, Ash,” he added, “You’re my sister. It’s wrong.”

“Then why did I like it, and why am I still turned on?” she asked.

He sighed and closed his eyes, truly not expecting that answer. “Come on Ash,” he said, running a hand over his eyes.

“Come on what? At least I’m being honest,” she said

“What, I’m not?” he asked.

She lifted herself up and put a hand on his chest, draping one leg over one of his.

“How many times have you thought about me? About us?” she asked.

“Ash, stop it,” he said. “I don’t want to play games.”

“Paul, I’m not playing games,” she said confidently. “I’ve wanted you for awhile now, ever since I found out about Mike and his sisters.”

Paul sighed. “What are you talking about?”

She began to run a hand over his stomach. “Mike’s fucking his sisters.”

The statement floored him. “Are you fucking serious? Even Emma? That’s crazy,” he asked.

“Yes,” Ashley said, moving her hand downwards, tracing little circles as she began to intrude into his private areas, “even Emma.”

“That’s fucking crazy,” he repeated.

“Says the guy that was just inside his own sister, and seemed to be enjoying her pretty well,” she said and ran her hand down onto his cock. “See, you’re still hard as a rock, harder in fact, I think.”