Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Beth grinned again and shrugged. “Well that’s what I was doing. I mean, was I too eager? Was I doing it wrong? What about when…” she began asking.

“SWEETIE,” Sarah interrupted, giggling. “I seem to remember saying ‘OHMYGOD’ several times that afternoon. In fact, when you were…” she turned before she continued and leaned very close to Beth, “eating my pussy… while Mike fucked me, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Beth grinned and stuck her tongue out playfully, biting it gently as she giggled at Sarah.

Sarah smiled and winked at her, turning back towards the dishes in the sink.

“I’m gonna head to bed,” Beth said, turning and hugging Sarah, who turned herself and embraced her younger sister properly. Beth brought her lips down and touched them to Sarah’s, soft and warm, and felt her grin.

Pulling back, Beth turned and headed upstairs, calling back down a soft goodnight.

******

Headlights flashed, spinning wildly and careening towards a tree… the drunk in the other car morphed into a clown, and cackled at him… an explosion of flame and the smell of gasoline… his parents being thrown from the car, his mother smashing into the pavement and the burning vehicle coming to land on top of her, his dad flying headfirst into a tree. Flames crawled towards him, and he was unable to move, he could feel them begin to consume his legs.

Mike shot bolt upright in bed, screaming and slapping at his chest and legs in a panic, trying to extinguish the flames that weren’t there.

“Mike, calm down baby, calm down,” a voice was repeating. “It’s just a nightmare. Please baby.”

Mike looked around and saw that he wasn’t on fire, that his parents battered forms were nowhere in sight. He was breathing heavily and felt a familiar arm around his waist.

He glanced over at her and closed his eyes, feeling tears forcing their way out of his eyelids.

“Goddamnit,” he muttered at length.

Danni’s soft hands were still trying to comfort him. “Shh, baby,” she kept repeating.

Irritated at his nightmare, he freed himself from her arms and turned, setting his legs on the ground as he felt aches and pains course through his torso.

“Fuck!” he said loudly. “Tired of these nightmares,” he muttered, quieter this time, though in truth, it felt like the first time in a long time that he’d had one.

Danni put a hand on his back and rubbed gently.

“I’m sorry Danni,” he said. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She laid her head on his back, her arms moving around his waist. “It’s okay,” she said, desperately wanting to turn him around and kiss him. It was almost too much to bear. It was her all-consuming thought, to make love to him, to kiss him, to get him back to her arms. She had to steel herself though. She couldn’t push him too hard or he’d never come back to her.

Mike gently patted the smaller hands at his waist and tried to stand, but his back and legs were too sore and bruised.

“Let me help, okay?” she said softly, moving from behind him to stand in front and grab him under his arms, pulling.

He sat still looking up at her and watching her strain for a few seconds.

“Well come on Hercules!” he said, feigning a serious look on his face.

She kept pulling for a second before turning a glare and a smile at him. “It’d be nice if you helped a little, fuckhead.”

Mike grinned and reached for her waist, her number one ticklish spot and wiggled his fingers into her flesh, causing her to twist away laughing and shouting, “No! Quit!” before she turned and smacked him on the shoulder. He groaned and squinted in pain at her.

“Aww baby,” she said leaning forward and kissing his forehead, “You deserved that.”

Mike smiled and held a hand out, which she took as she helped him slowly to his feet.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Where are we going?” she asked, as they headed for the door.

“I’d murder for a shower and I’ve gotta go to the bathroom,” he said.

“Okay, but I’m not wiping your ass,” she said with a giggle.

“Haha,” he said, still being supported by her smaller form. “That’s nasty.”

She giggled again and moved him out of his room and towards the upstairs bathroom. The door was open as she clicked on the light and helped him into the room. He moved over to the sink and tried to pull his shirt over his head, which sent a wave of agony through him.

“Oh, honey,” she said, moving to help.

“I’ll get it,” he said, slightly irritated at the trouble his clothes were giving him.

“Let me help you,” she said, not taking no for an answer.

“I’ll be okay, Danni.”

“Mike, I’m your sister, I’ve seen you naked,” she said.

Mike blushed a little bit at that, but eventually nodded as she moved forward, matter-of-factly and soon he felt her soft fingertips dancing at the edge of his shirt.

‘Don’t think about it, don’t think about it,’ he kept thinking.