Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“There we go,” she said, smoothing the bottom of the shirt out.

“You sure you don’t want something that fits better?”

“This is soft, and its fine,” she said, peering down.

“It’s… got holes,” he stammered.

Danni giggled and nodded. “Yeah, but it’s just skin and breasts. Nothing you haven’t seen before, silly.”

Mike nodded. ‘Yep, just breasts,’ he thought. ‘Wait, that wasn’t right,’ he thought. “Yeah, I’ve seen breasts, but you’re my sister.”

Danni shrugged and pulled the sheet back, intending to crawl in beside him. Mike moved to cover his hard on, and Danni couldn’t suppress a giggle. “It’s okay Mike,”she said. “You’re my brother and I love you.”

She leaned over, placing one leg over him and leaning forwards, her breasts against his chest. “It’s natural Mike. I notice it every morning, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I’m not going to start teasing you about it.”

She leaned up and kissed him on the forehead, bringing her other leg up and laying it beside his body, effectively straddling him, his cock pushing against her tender parts, though she seemed to be ignoring that fact. “I’m not the same old Danni that you remember, our relationship has… changed.”

Mike nodded, “I know.”

“Are you okay?” she asked, relishing the feeling over his erection pressing against her.

“Mmm hmm,” he said, his eyes closed. Danni hugged him again and slid off, turning over and giggling to herself. It wasn’t fair, she told herself. She so desperately wanted to slide her panties off and let him in, but she knew she couldn’t.

Mike groaned to himself. It had indeed felt heavenly, but he knew it was wrong. Wasn’t it? She was his sister, it had to be wrong. ‘Why the hell does it feel so damn nice being near her, then, genius,’ he thought.

Mike’s dreams that night were of Danni. She was torturing him, though it wasn’t painful torture. She would tear his clothes off and run her fingernails down his skin, almost to his cock before his clothes would appear. Then she would be lowering herself slowly towards his manhood, before raising up just out of reach again.

******

Early the next morning, Mike awoke with a face full of brown locks, inhaling her sweet smell. He felt her soft form tucked up next to him, her warmth seeping into him as she slept, and how soft her skin was from her waist to the feminine rise of her hips.

Mike rose quickly, lest he repeat yesterday’s morning wood shenanigans and headed off to the shower. His body was healing quickly, he noticed, looking at his torso in the mirror and reached for his shaving cream and razor.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and a slight creak as a blonde head poked in as it swung open. Beth, also wearing an old shirt of Mike’s, smiled and opened the door. Mike nearly cut himself shaving as she came in, glad only in a bra and panties.

“Goddamn, Beth,” Mike stuttered, averting his eyes.

Beth looked down at herself, feigning Beth-like ignorance. “Something wrong? I just need a shower.”

“Nn… no,” Mike stuttered as she entered and reached into the shower, turning on the water. As she leaned over, her breasts wobbled slightly as her arm twisted the knob. She turned as the room began to fill up with steam, waiting for the water to be warm enough, and then turned away from Mike, reaching behind her to unclasp the bra caging her perfect breasts.

Mike, drooling like a fool, finally shook himself from his boob-filled reverie and tried to avert his eyes as Beth began to peel her panties off, quickly stepping into the shower and gasping as the hot water hit her skin.

Mike quickly finished shaving and headed back to his room to get dressed. After pulling clean clothes on, he reached for his cell and thought about texting Emily. Glancing at the clock, he decided that it wasn’t too early and sent her a quick text, asking if she’d like to get together tonight. She responded quickly, saying that it would be fun if they went to dinner.

Mike sent a smiley face back, and told her he’d call her later before setting the phone down and heading downstairs. He spent the rest of the morning and afternoon outside, cleaning the pool, mowing, doing other outside work. His thoughts lingered on Danni, however, and he began to feel ashamed. His imagination kept drifting to images of Emma’s ass, or Beth undressing to get into the shower. He felt like a pervert, and pushed himself harder, trying to work out the sexual frustration, though his bones and muscled still ached with every move, he needed the distraction of the pain.

Late that afternoon, Mike put away the hedge trimmer and wound the extension cord back up, locked the tool shed up and headed inside to shower. As he entered, Emma was coming in the front door from a run, followed by Danni. Both girls looking sweaty, and tired. Mike stood transfixed as they kicked off shoes and pulled t-shirts off of sweaty bodies until they were in running shorts and sports bras. Finally prying his eyes away, he turned and headed upstairs to shower.

Danni grinned and nodded after Mike’s retreating form to Emma, who caught the wink and knew what Danni was implying. Time to torture the little brother a bit. Grinning, Danni turned and headed to the shower that she and Sarah shared.

Mike was pulling the bathroom door closed when Emma stuck her hand in, pushing it open as Mike scowled at her. “Dibs,” he said.

“Mm hmm,” Emma said. “You don’t need help pulling that sweat soaked shirt off?”

“No,” Mike said, lamely.

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Sighing, Mike turned and moved back towards the shower. He’d just have to deal with it, he supposed. There was no way he could tell anyone about being turned on by his sisters. It was too weird.

He felt Emma move quietly up behind him and then felt the soft touch of her fingertips near the bottom of his sweaty shirt, gently pulling upwards and peeling the damp garment off of his torso. Groaning, he lifted his arms as she pulled it over his head and tossed it into the laundry basket. He turned, expecting her to be leaving the room at that point, but she pushed his shoulder turning him back away from her before hooking her fingers in the tops of his shorts and pulling down.

Mike grasped quickly at his pants as she started to pull. “Em, what the fuck?”