Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“That’s… different,” he said. “I didn’t start this intentionally. I was dreaming and thought you were Emma!”

“Then why are you so hard?” she asked, her fingers encircling his thick rod. “Tell me this doesn’t turn you on,” she said, slowly beginning to pump him up and down.

“Ash,” he began to protest, but faltered.

“Paul,” she said, moving to lay on top of him, his cock sticking upwards between her legs and resting against her pussy. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” she said.

Paul had his eyes closed and was desperately trying to find some courage to get her off of him, but he had to admit it to himself. He wanted her. He wanted her badly.

He wrapped his arms around her and gently pressed her to him, feeling her red hair draping around down his face and neck.

“I’ve always had a thing for my big brother,” she said, leaning her face close to his and giving him a kiss.

He groaned in pleasure and moved his hands lower, cupping both butt cheeks as she began to gyrate, rubbing her sopping pussy up and down on his shaft and suddenly felt the tip of his cock pressing gingerly inside of her.

“Oh, yes.” she moaned, “I’m going to get fucked by my big brother.”

“But, isn’t this wrong?” he asked.

“Paul, baby,” she said, “shut up and fuck me.”

Groaning at his baby sister’s incredibly dirty talk, he pulled down and nearly fainted in ecstasy as his cock slid into her wet, but very tight pussy. “Daaaamn-it,” he said, moaning loudly.

“The walls are very thin here,” she whispered, draping her hair over his face.

“God, you smell so fucking good,” he whispered, quieter than before. He inhaled deeply as she lifted herself off of him and slowly sank back down, his cock sending sparkles of electric pleasure rocketing through both of them, causing her to whimper in pure pleasure as she rose up to sink back down again, and again.

“God,” he said again, unable to find the words to describe how good she felt, how naughty and wrong it felt to violate his sweet but goofy little sister, and how much she wanted him. It was like her whole body was trying to get him closer, her hands clutching at him, her legs wrapped around his thighs, her hair entwined around his face, her lips on his neck, her pussy sucking and slurping hungrily at him. She was so tight, and so wet. It was unlike any other woman he’d ever been with before.

Being so into each other, neither saw the door open for a few seconds.

“Oh, Ash,” Paul moaned, not hearing the door click closed behind him.

“Oh big brother,” she moaned quietly, “you’re gonna make me come.” She began to gyrate her hips faster and faster, moaning louder. He pulled her tightly to him and began to thrust upwards into her harder, in time with her gyrations, their sweaty bodies sticking to the sheets.

She began to come, her body quaking atop his, her vaginal muscles squeezing tightly against his thick cock, the rippling muscles inside her trying to milk his meat, almost painfully strong as she opened her mouth, unable to speak or breathe, so intense was her orgasm.

He grunted as he felt his own orgasm begin to erupt and she continued to bounce up and down, pushing her lips against his as she felt his hot cum begin shooting its way inside her, as another of her own convulsions hit and she collapsed on top of him, his body still shaking and his cock still shooting streams into her.

They collapsed into bed, Ashley falling asleep on top of her brother.

******

Emma led Missy to her bedroom, the slightly drunk girl swaying a bit as they walked down the hallway. Finally reaching her door, she swung it open and guided the sandy blonde to the bed where she fell with a flop.

She looked around briefly, wondering if she should attempt to put her in a t-shirt, or just let her sleep in her swim suit.

“Fuck it,” she said, pushing Missy towards the pillows, and climbing in beside her.

Closing her eyes, she slowly drifted off to sleep, where she began to dream, but not of Mike. Strangely enough, she began to dream of Sarah. She’d tied her older sister up on some sort of rack and was tickling her with a feather. She moved it from her slit upwards all the way to her mouth, causing Sarah to shiver in delight.

With the erotic dream caressing her mind, Emma began to fondle Missy in her sleep, her hands moving around and gently squeezing the girls ample breasts, moving down her flat stomach to her pussy.

Emma suddenly awoke, realizing who she was fondling, rolled away to her side only to find she was closer to the edge than she thought. Before she knew it, she had fallen out of her own bed with a ‘thunk’.

‘Damn it,’ she thought, standing and beginning to climb back into bed. She stopped herself.

Sarah would probably be in bed, she realized, and a mischievous plan began to form in her head. Quietly, she crept downstairs to find Sarah and reenact the dream she’d just had, or parts of it at least.

As she approached her older sister’s door, she heard a soft moaning and began to think Mike had crept downstairs with the same idea, the fucker.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Opening the door quietly, she peered inside and froze when she heard a noise.

“Oh, Ash,” said a voice. It wasn’t Mike, she realized and back pedaled, heading back up to her room, her head trying to wrap around what she’d heard. Had their plan worked?

******

Mike awoke the next morning to snoring; loud , obnoxious, ‘what the hell is wrong with your sinuses’ snoring.

“Holy shit, that fucker sounds like a fog horn on steroids.”

Emma was smiling, wearing panties and his t-shirt, looking ungodly sexy, sitting on his chair at his desk.

“You’re telling me,” Mike said, hurling a pillow at Matt. It hit him with a “whap” but it didn’t even faze him. He never moved.

“Have I got some news for you, big fella,” she said, turning and looking at Mike.

Mike cocked his head and looked at her curiously. “What’s that?” he asked.

Emma looked like she knew something delightfully gossipy and couldn’t wait to tell someone. “Well, I’d say our plan was a success,” she said.

Mike screwed up his face for a second, and then it dawned on him what plan she was referring to.

“No way…” he said.

“Yup,” Emma grinned. “I was going downstairs to find Sarah and heard a moan from her room. I thought it was you and her in there going at it, but I cracked the door just in time to hear a guy’s voice say ‘Oh, Ash’. I don’t know for sure, but Matt’s been passed out up here, and I seriously doubt it was you.”

Mike tried to work through it all in his head.

“Seriously?” he asked.

Emma nodded again and smiled. “We’ve got a secret over them now. If she tries to come back to you, we can admit that we heard them and force her away.”

Mike nodded, smiling slowly. “I doubt it will come to that, though,” he said.

It was her turn to look confused. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Why wouldn’t it?”

“Well, if he had half as much fun as I do when I’m with you, neither of them will be back. I think you’ll get a call or a text from him saying that you guys won’t work out, or that he’s found someone new.