Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Beth tightened her grip on Sarah’s hair and yanked the older girl’s head back. Wincing, Sarah giggled, but finally acquiesced. Diving forwards, she latched both hands around her younger sister and attacked the blonde girl’s pussy. Soon Beth’s hips were moving in time with Sarah’s lapping tongue, Sarah licked in broad strokes before plunging her tongue into Beth’s depths, then pulling it back sucking on the clitoris, both hands locked around her thighs, Beth made a soft grunting noise as she began to feel the orgasm build until it finally crashed over her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Beth sputtered, her legs growing weak as she came. Spent, she collapsed down atop her naked elder sister, and the two began to kiss, tongues dancing amid their own feminine juices. Several long minutes of kissing later, they both lay still on the clothes strewn floor, fingers entwined in hair, soft kisses being placed on cheeks and lips.

“I’m sorry,” Beth said.

“Aw honey,” Sarah said. “Don’t worry, I had a blast. Like I said before, I like it when Temptress Beth takes over.”

“Still, I hope I didn’t hurt you,” Beth said.

Sarah twirled a lock of blonde hair in her fingers as Beth began to kiss her chest affectionately. “You said something takes over?”

Beth sucked a nipple into her mouth and nodded. “I guess you could describing it like being really angry and seeing red. Like when a rage takes over and you just want to beat the crap out of something. It’s like that, except with sex, and multiply it by a hundred.”

“Holy shit,” Sarah said, digesting what Beth said. “So the lesson is, don’t get you turned on if we can’t finish what we start.”

Beth giggled. “Slutty Beth showed up so quickly this time. With Mike, it was days of tortured playing around it. Now that I know more about sex, I’ll have to be careful.”

“We’ll go to my favorite little sex toy shop and get you a few toys,” Sarah said. “Just in case, Slutty Beth shows up again.”

“I thought you were calling her Temptress Beth.”

Sarah shrugged and smiled as Beth moved to her other breast. “We’ll let Mike decide what to call her.”

“If he ever remembers,” Beth said.

Sarah sighed deeply. “Yeah. There is that.” Sitting up, she kissed Beth one more time. “Come on, lets go watch TV.”

******

Mike pulled into the driveway in Emma’s car. The front porch light wasn’t on for him, but he could see the living room light on. He entered quietly and saw Sarah sitting on the couch watching TV, Beth snuggled up closely to her. He smiled as he came around the couch and sat down.

“Hey sweetie,” Sarah whispered. Beth was snoring quietly, her head laying on Sarah’s chest. “How was your date?”

“Well, she’s definitely not the same old Emily that I remember.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“Well, a lot happened out in California, and her mom ran off with someone else, to New York, she said. Emily flunked out of school out there, and her dad couldn’t afford to keep sending her, so she came back here.”

“Poor Emily. Any idea why she failed out of school?” Sarah asked, concerned.

Mike nodded. “Boyfriend problems,” he said, reluctant to say more. “Guess I’ll turn in.”

“Before you go,” Sarah said as he started to rise. “I was thinking; we can go look for another vehicle tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Mike smiled. “I’m guessing there was no saving my old truck?”

Sarah cast him a sympathetic wince. “Sorry Mike,” she said, shaking her head.

He shrugged, glad that his parents had left them so well taken care of. Sarah was great with their money and investments, ensuring that they’d have plenty of financial assets to take care of any problems, like needing a new truck.

“Tomorrow after class then?” he asked.

Sarah nodded and smiled. “It’ll be Friday right?”

Mike smiled and turned again, heading for the stairs. “You need help with Beth?” he asked, although he knew that he was still a little too fragile to be much help.

“Nah, thanks,” Sarah smiled. “It’s nice holding one of my girls.”

Mike nodded and turned. “Night.”

“Night, sweetie.”

The quiet sounds of the TV faded as he headed up the stairs and to his room. His desk lamp was shining from beneath the door to his room, and he quietly pushed the door open. Danni looked up from her spot on the bed, smiling as she peered at him over the top of her book.

Mike raised a hand and waved quickly, heading towards his dresser, peeling his shirt off and reaching for a fresh pair of boxers to sleep in. As he finished dressing for bed, Danni was laying her book down and scooted over to her side of the bed. She was wearing an old shirt of his, her soft skin looking pale in the dim light of the room. Her hair was tied in a ribbon. Mike stopped and cocked his head curiously.

“What’s wrong?” she said, seeing his expression of confusion.

“I… I remember something.”

Danni couldn’t contain the hopeful look on her face. “What is it?” she asked hurriedly. “Are you okay?”

Mike nodded and gestured towards her hair. “The ribbon. I… can’t place it…”

Danni smiled and nodded, remembering very well the night that she’d dressed up for him, a ribbon in her hair, the night of the camera.

Mike was scouring his mind, and once again he had a flash of an image of a tiny version of himself banging hands and head on the windows of a door-less room. It was gone in a flash and replaced with an image of Danni, hair curled up in the ribbon, her finger in her mouth biting it sexily.

Mike shook his head, the image disappearing. “What the fuck is wrong with me,” he said, not intending it to be out loud.

Danni, her hopes dwindling, threw her covers back and patted the bed beside her, misunderstanding what he was saying. “You’ll remember soon enough,” she said. She’d almost called him lover, but held it back just in time.

Mike, glad that she couldn’t know what images had flashed through his mind, nodded and smiled, laying down in the bed beside her. He faced away from her this time, and Danni, wishing that he’d wrapped his arms around her, resigned herself to turning over and going to sleep.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

After a few minutes of silence, Danni turned back over and looked at Mike, his eyes were closed and he breathing grew deeper, his mouth open. She loved the way his face looked when he slept, and loved to watch it even more. The muscular yet soft contours of his jaw and neck, his brown hair, his scruffy face, desperately needing a shave. His breathing was slow and rhythmic. It was comforting for Danni, hearing it night after night. She doubted she could sleep without him next to her, hearing his breathing, smelling him, feeling his weight, his presence near her. It was almost too much to bear not being able to lean over and kiss him. A single tear dropped onto her pillow as she turned over.

The movement of Danni’s settling roused Mike slightly. He reached out, and his free arm around Danni’s waist, pulling her close.

Danni put a hand to her mouth and covered a smile, the tears of sorrow turning to tears of happiness. Part of him still remembered, she knew. Sighing happily, she let sleep take her, before MIke turned over and released his hold on her.

******

Sun pierced the morning air, pushing through the curtains and dancing about the room. It was getting a little colder in the mornings, and there was a definite chill in the air as Mike slowly swam up out of his dream. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw locks of brown hair, close, incredibly close.