Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

‘Danni,’ he thought. He felt her warm softness pushed up against his chest, their legs bent together, her breathing synced with his, in… out. He had to admit, however awkward this felt, or how dirty his dreams got, this felt really nice waking up next to her, and her not heaving something heavy at him. He inhaled deeply and had a flash of soft lips on his own. Curious, he inhaled again, and then again, drawing in her scent, so feminine and sweet, mysterious and alluring. Though it made him feel like a complete pervert, he had to admit that it felt really nice to sleep next to his big sister. She was just so warm and soft, it made him not want to move, just so she’d stay next to him longer and he could experience this warmth and affection coming from her. Is that what it was? Affection? He could definitely feel how she was pushing up against him, almost as if she needed him next to her. It made him feel… manly, needed, necessary. It seemed familiar to him somehow, but he couldn’t remember feeling it before. It must have been a memory from before the accident.

Danni stirred next to him, and Mike froze. His dick was as hard as a rock, his body performing its night ritual of making sure all of his equipment still performed. As a guy he knew that there wasn’t a hard-on that he’d have all day that was hard impressive as morning wood. It was the best time to masturbate, if you could manage it before you had to do your morning duties. He threw that idea out the window though, when he realized where his cock was wedged. It was sticking straight out from his body, wedged firmly between Danni’s cheeks. She straightened her legs as she began to slowly surface from her slumber.

The soft brunette form next to him sighed in her sleep and pushed her hips back, the tip pushing forwards, poking out from between her legs, underneath the covers. Mentally face-palming, Mike groaned inwardly and silently raged at how to get out of this predicament.

Danni groaned again and pushed back, still seemingly asleep. ‘Shit,’ he thought. ‘She must think I’m an old boyfriend or something.’ He had to get out of there, there were no two ways about it.

Mike pulled his cock from between her legs and stood quickly, opening the door and heading towards his bathroom, praying that no one would be in it. The door was cracked, but the light was off. Offering a silent prayer, Mike looked at the ceiling and mouthed a thank you, before disappearing behind the bathroom door to take a cold shower, a very, very cold shower.

Back in his room, Danni was grinning in bed. She’d been awake for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of him, and had been aware of his erection. A naughty streak had struck her and she decided to push her luck. The tip of his cock had pushed tightly against her opening, popping against and then passing it, sliding forwards, rubbing against her clitoris for a brief second.

The old Danni would have teased him mercilessly about it. Then again, the old Danni wouldn’t have been sleeping in the same room, let alone the same bed as her little brother. Little brother, could he really be called that anymore? He was physically larger than her, could pick her up and throw her if he wanted. He could make her squeal with pleasure if he wanted… if only he could remember that they’d been fucking. It was almost as if he were her big brother rather than her ‘little’€・brother. All she had over him now was age.

Giggling happily, she forced herself from her lover’s bed and headed downstairs to push Sarah out of the shower, stopping to grab Mike’s camera and its incriminating photos, intending to hide it somewhere in her room.

******

An hour later, Mike was dressed and sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying some breakfast when Emma came downstairs. She was wearing what looked like yoga pants and matching shirt, her athletic form clearly visibly in the tight material. Mike swallowed hard as she headed to the fridge, her ass bouncing slightly and flexing back and forth. Bending over with her legs straight, she reached into the fridge.

At the sink, Sarah covered her mouth and quietly shook her head, giggling silently to herself.

“Ass,”

Mike whirled his head around and looked behind him. “What the hell was that?”

Four feminine heads turned and looked at him.

“You didn’t hear that?” He asked. Their expressions answered his question for him. “Never mind,” he said, returning to his breakfast. ‘I’m losing my shit,’ he thought. He’d heard something, he was sure. It was quiet though, far off. Like someone yelling at him in a rainstorm or something.

“So, Sarah mentioned that you were going to look at trucks today?” Emma asked.

Mike, pushed back into the conversation, swallowed his food and nodded. “Yeah, that’s the plan. After class, I think.”

“Any idea what you are gonna get?” Beth asked, sipping some of her fruit smoothie.

“Probably the same kind,” Mike said with a shrug.

“What color?” Sarah asked.

“I dunno,” Mike shrugged, disinterested. “Same color I guess.”

“Aw, come on, dude,” Emma said, punching him in the shoulder, drawing a groan and a wince of pain. “Live a little, you can change colors.”

Irritated, Mike smacked her in the stomach with the back of his hand, drawing a wince and groan. “Okay, you’re right, I’ll change colors.”

Emma still groaning at the hit, turned and smacked him in the back of his head as she sat in her chair.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“So what color?”Beth asked.

“Fuck’s sake,” Mike said. “Piss yellow, okay! I’m gonna get them to paint the ugliest yellow I can find.”

Beth cocked her head, very “Beth-like” and looked at him curiously. “Why would you want an ugly truck?”