Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Smiles crept to three faces then, as the sisters did indeed remember the hell they’d put him through.

“I think we need to be much gentler with the torment this time though. No more molesting me in front of him, because that would probably freak him the fuck out,” Beth said, looking at Emma, who giggled and stuck her tongue out playfully. “I have to admit that it was fun, though,” Beth said, smiling.

“We definitely need to be much gentler with it, though,” Emma agreed.

“So, what about Danni?” Sarah asked.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

The other two turned and looked at Danni, who was wiping her eyes.

There was silence as they thought.

“She could sleep in one of our beds,” Beth ventured.

Danni shook her head. “I’ll be okay. If I’m not in Mike’s, I’ll just sleep in mine.”

“Well, he’s gonna have questions. He already knows that your relationship is different than when he last remembers. If what he is saying is clear, then he’s got a gap in his memory, and he knows that something happened to cause you two to be closer,” Emma said.

“Maybe we can reveal a little of what happened, you know? Like, tell him what happened with Danni and that she took to sleeping in the same bed. He’d easily accept that without it freaking him out. Then he’d know who the guy was that shot out his tire, and that might quiet any questions that he has,” Sarah said.

“It’s plausible enough, since that’s pretty much what happened. It solves our problem of his memory gap,” Beth said.

“What do you think, Danni?” Emma asked; her hand on her big sister’s shoulder.

Danni thought for a minute and looked up with tear rimmed eyes, smiling, and her voice breaking as she spoke. “I’d really love to be able to sleep next to him,” she said.

******

Mike snoozed for several hours, waking up later that evening. Looking groggily around the room he saw that most of his sisters had gone home. Beth was still there, and glanced up at him from the book she was reading.

“Hey there, sleepyhead, you need something?” she asked softly.

Mike shook his head gently and laid it back on the pillow. He looked around for a few minutes, a confused look on his face.

“How long have I been here?” he asked.

Beth put her magazine down and leaned forwards in her chair. “You were in ICU for two days before you regained consciousness. A day later, the doctor moved you out of ICU and into a regular hospital room. You were asleep for a couple more days before you woke up again.”

Mike had closed his eyes again. The room was quiet. Even though a week of unconsciousness and a lost year had come as a shock, Beth’s voice, so gentle, so lyrical, was comforting. A smile gradually came over Mike’s face.

“What is it?” she asked.

He glanced at her. “Your voice makes me feel better,” he said.

Beth smiled and cocked her head. “Thanks baby. I’m glad you’re comfortable,” her voice was soft like silk, adding to the relaxing atmosphere of the dark, quiet room that was lit only by Beth’s reading light.

“Wanna turn on the TV?” she asked.

Mike shook his head. “Nah, just talk to me; it’s nice to listen to you.”

Beth smiled again as she began to talk about how she and Mike used to play chess as kids, and how close they’d been. They used to spend hours playing together, or just sitting quietly and reading, or watching TV. A few hours later, the doctor came back in and did a few neurological tests on Mike. A short time later, he came in and let them know that Mike would probably be released, based on how well he did on the tests and that the memory loss would hopefully correct itself as much as possible.

Sure enough, Mike was discharged the next morning. A pretty nurse wheeled him out in a chair as Emma drove her car around. Sarah, carrying his things, was followed by Danni, and Beth.

“Alright, ya’ll take care of this handsome fella,” the nurse said as Beth and Danni helped lift him up out of the chair and let him gain his balance.

Mike slowly hobbled forwards; his entire body aching as he slowly lowered himself into Emma’s passenger seat. Grunting, he strained to get comfortable as Beth reached over him to buckle his seat belt around him. He couldn’t help but notice her cleavage again as she did so, and her left breast brushed gently up against him as the seatbelt clicked home.

Mike had a flash then, an image in his mind, Beth’s nipple rolling around on his tongue. He shook his head to clear away the image, pain shooting through his body as he grunted.

“Take it easy, sweetie,” Sarah said with a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll see you at home,” she said, and turned to head to Beth’s car.

Emma pulled slowly out, taking care to drive as gently as possible so as not to hurt her twin.

“So, you don’t remember anything from this past year? Class, summer, anything?” she asked.

Mike shook his head slowly. “Not a thing. I’ve been trying to recall things but, so far, zilch.”

Emma reached for a water bottle in her console and began to take a swig.

“Anything good happen this past summer?” Mike asked.

Emma spit out half of her water and was choking on the rest. Finally, her coughing coming to an end she nodded and smiled over at her brother.

“You okay?” he asked, grinning.

She glanced at him sceptically. “You sure you don’t remember a thing?”

Mike raised a hand in defense. “I don’t remember shit, twin’s honor.”

“We’ll fill you in at supper, I’m sure,” she said.

Mike wondered why she didn’t just tell him what had happened but he didn’t push it. He turned back and stared out the window, still confused. Why the hell can’t I remember? he kept asking himself.