Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike shook himself back to the present and nodded, bringing the rag down between them and beginning to wash her shoulders, to her arms, and then her armpits and to her stomach, moving away from her breasts.

Emma was going to say something, but decided to let it go, having his cock so close was hard enough not to grab him and force him inside her.

Mike closed his eyes then as Emma took the rag from him. Placing it on a shelf in the shower, she wrapped her arms around her brother and pulled him close, his cock sliding forward between her legs as her pussy rubbed across the top of it.

“I love you, Mike,” she said, leaning down as the water ran down both of them.

Once again, Mike had a single picture pop into his head for a split second before it was gone again. This time there the miniature version of himself in the tiny room with no door was standing still, his head in his palms, crying, or so it seemed. It too was gone in a flash.

Mike, his brain doing somersaults, managed to mumble, “Me too,” as Emma abruptly exited the shower, grabbing a towel and heading to her room.

Mike, his cock hard as a rock, stood for a few minutes in the shower trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Finally deciding that he was tired and had probably misinterpreted the whole episode, he left the bathroom and got dressed for his date with Emily.

Choosing a blue polo shirt to go with his favorite pair of blue jeans, Mike kept returning to the past few days events. His sisters were deliberately showing him more attention than normal, and not just regular old sisterly attention. He wasn’t going insane, they were being overtly sexual with him. He didn’t begin to understand why.

Mike sighed and headed downstairs towards his new truck. What the hell were they trying to accomplish? It felt good, that much was obvious, but were they actually trying to get him to do something with them, or were they just teasing him for fun? He couldn’t focus, he realized, and shook the thoughts from his mind.

Sarah was in the washroom when he poked his head in and told her goodbye.

“Have fun on your date,” she said, in the same old motherly tone that he’d grown accustomed to.

“Thanks, I should be home pretty early,” he said turning and heading for the door.

He climbed up in his truck and smiled as it roared to life. He clicked on a classic rock station, and ‘Kick Start My Heart’ thundered through his new sound system. He smiled and pulled out of his driveway, heading towards Emily’s house, but again thoughts of his sisters began to swirl around in his brain. He kept thinking of Beth getting naked in front of him, Danni’s warmth soaking into him, or Emma, sweet, innocent, tomboyish Emma, being so damn sexy.

Sighing, Mike shook his head yet again and tried to focus on driving. He soon arrived outside Emily’s small house. He got out of the truck and went up to the door, knocking and waiting patiently. Emily’s Dad opened the door and greeted him with a warm smile.

“Hey Mike, how are you?” he asked politely as he held the door open for him.

“Still a little sore, but otherwise I’m okay, sir,” he replied politely.

“Emily told me what happened,” he said. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you guys.”

“I appreciate that, but I’m just trying to piece things together from before the accident. I only lost about a year or so. You’d think it’d come back, but no luck yet,”he said, following the older man inside.

“Well, give it time, I’m sure you’ll remember,” he said.

Mike wanted to offer condolences, or to tell him how sorry he felt for his troubles, but it was clear that the man before him wasn’t the same one that he remembered from when he’d dated Emily before. He seemed a shell of his former self, almost as if he’d blow over if you touched him.

Emily came down from her room then, looking gorgeous in a red top. “I’ll be home after dinner, daddy,” she said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.”

“Y’all have fun now,” he called, as Emily and Mike headed towards the door to leave.

Closing the door behind them, Mike led her to the truck and opened the door for her. Dinner was at a Mexican food restaurant this time, Emily’s favorite, and the conversation was reminiscent of high school, of the dates they used to have, and what they were wanting to happen this time around. Both agreed that they’d like to start dating again.

After dinner, Mike walked her to his side of the truck and was surprised when she leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were soft, and warm, inviting and tender, but there was something missing. Something didn’t feel right when he kissed her. It didn’t make sense. He’d kissed her hundreds of times, how could it not seem right. He pulled her close and ran a hand along her cheek and to the back of her head, as she whimpered softly in his arms. He knew she loved when he did that.

“I really wish that my first time had been with you,” she said, breaking the kiss and staring up at him.”

Mike smiled and nodded. “I know. Me too.”

“You know, I’m not the same innocent girl that you remember,” she said, “But I’m not a slut either. Do you mind if we take it slowly, Mike? I don’t mean to tease, but to be honest I don’t really know how I feel about myself… physically. I said I’m not a slut, but who knows… maybe I am. Sexually I’m not sure whether I’m just more than averagly experienced from when I was away, or whether I’m tarnished, dirty. I’m sorry, I’m probably not making a lot of sense.”

“We can take it as slow as you want,” Mike replied, “and you’re making a whole lot of sense. In fact, I’m reassured that you want to take the time to work out your feelings. To me that suggests that everything that happened hasn’t erased the Emily I knew.”

“Will you kiss me again?” she asked quietly.

Smiling, Mike nodded and leaned in, his lips pushing against hers.

The little image of the himself in the locked room flashed into his mind again. This time, however, the image didn’t fade. Mike tried to focus on Emily, but couldn’t. The picture in his head changed, and suddenly the image of himself was charging towards one of the windows. At the moment of impact a searing pain hit him, and he broke the kiss with Emily, breaking the kiss and grabbing the sides of his head. “Ouch,” he said, his eyes squeezed shut.

“You okay?” Emily asked, concern in her voice.

Mike nodded and raised his head again. “Yeah, just a pain in my head,” he said. The image of himself picked itself off the ground and backed against the wall again.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

He leaned down and kissed her again, then opened her door and helped her into the truck. He walked around and got in as she scooted close to him and laid her head against his shoulder.

Mike put an arm around her as they sat in the parking lot and they kissed again.

In his head, the image charged the window again and smashed into it, a small crack appearing. He grasped his head for a second, but the pain wasn’t as intense that time and he dropped his hand back to where it was around her shoulders.

They kissed and cuddled for a few more moments then Mike started the truck. At that moment, the Voice finally broke free of his mental prison. The memories of the previous year flooded back.

“OH MY GOD IT SUCKED IN THERE!” the voice yelled in his head.

Mike groaned in pain as his head spun. Memories flooded back. Danni, Sarah, Emma, Beth, he remembered all of it.

“Oh, my god,” he muttered. Emily glanced up, concerned as she saw the look of pain on her face.

“Mike, what is it?”

“I remember,” he groaned through gritted teeth.