Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike shifted in his sleep, his feet kicking off the sheet and exposing his erection, which had found the hole in his boxers and was sticking upwards towards Mike’s chest.

“Fuck,” she groaned, thoroughly missing that exquisite organ, her hand moving downwards to her shorts and finding their way in.

She knew she shouldn’t do it in the same room as him, but her drive won out over logic. ‘What if he wakes up?’ she was thinking to herself as she began to rub her clitoris, her eyes covering every inch of his body.

She pulled her hand out of her pants to wet her fingers and push them back down inside her underwear, quickly finding her clitoris again. Mike groaned again and he seemed to almost smile in his sleep. “Emma,” he groaned.

Emma covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh and hiding her shock. He was dreaming about her! She moved close to him, her hand moving back to her pussy and rubbing. ‘This is so dangerous!’ she thought, the idea of getting caught by the old Mike and getting punished for being naughty driving her closer to orgasm. She leaned over and looked at his eyes, seeing his eyes moving quickly back and forth under the closed lids, indicating REM sleep. He was actually dreaming about her! She’d figured that his dreams had been about little miss dramatic herself, Danni.

She regretted thinking that about her sister almost immediately. She knew that she genuinely needed Mike and was really, really missing him. Seeing her offering to torment him in the bathroom today made Emma feel better for both of them, and she somehow knew that Mike would come back to them.

Her eyes moved back to Mike’s cock and she desperately wanted to pull it into her mouth, to fill his warm seed spilling into it, or to take it and put it where her fingers currently were, to feel her pussy contract down onto the hard shaft. The thought of Mike fucking her to orgasm once again, pushed her over the edge and she began to come, her knees going weak as she furiously rubbed her clitoris, biting her lip and stifling her moans.

As her orgasm subsided, she glanced down. Mike was in the same position, his cock throbbing, almost painfully looking. ‘Well that was definitely different,’ she thought. Sighing, she turned, heading for the door and wishing more than once that Mike remembered everything already.

******

Sarah was laying face down, her rear covered with a towel as a young Hispanic woman rubbed oil into her skin. She moaned softly as the woman kneading her hands along her back.

“That feels incredible,” she said quietly.

The woman didn’t say anything, but continued pushing and kneading her back, drawing soft moans and groans from her tired form.

‘I’ve got to remember to pay Emma back for this,’ she thought, a few wicked thoughts crossing into her mind. ‘Mike might not be able to take care of me, but I’m sure that Emma can.’

A few minutes later, the masseuse finished and quietly left the room, leaving Sarah to get dressed as soon as she could move again. As she drove home, she wondered briefly what her other sisters and her brother had gotten her. They always remembered her birthday, but there hadn’t been a whole lot of talk about it recently. They knew that she wouldn’t want a party, as she’d be the one cleaning it all up. It wasn’t that Mike and the girls didn’t try, it was just easier to do it her way so she didn’t have to go back and redo it anyways.

She pulled into her drive and saw that Mike had gotten back. The sun was low in the sky and she could already smell Beth’s cooking as she walked towards the door. Smiling, she knew what Beth’s gift was and pulled on the handle.

Beth turned as she entered, a pot in her hands.

“Ooo, Bethy! Crab or lobster?”

“Fresh crab,” she said grinning. Sarah smiled and clapped excitedly, rushing over and hugging Beth who giggled and desperately tried not to drop the steaming pot.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“You are so getting some payback for this!” Sarah giggled at her. “The good kind!”

Beth smiled and moved to finished supper.

“Did you enjoy your afternoon at the spa, Sarebear?” Emma asked, coming in from the living room.

“Mmm, God, it felt good,” she moaned, closing her eyes and sighing. “That girl can really massage.”

Sarah moved close to her, pulling her close and hugging her. “Thank you so much Em,” she said, hugging her youngest sister tightly.

“Happy Birthday, Sis,” Emma said, squeezing her. “Did you realize that you’re halfway to 50?” Emma said, pulling back and drawing a gasp and a smack from Sarah.

“Emma!” she yelled, her mouth open in shock, a grin on her face. “I’m gonna get you for that you little shit!” she yelled again, moving towards her.

Emma cackled and back pedaled as Sarah lunged forward.

“Come here!” Sarah yelled.

Emma responded by turning and heading for the living room where she could run more easily. At least that was her intention. What actually happened was that she smacked right into Mike, who had come up from behind her quickly and now held her locked in with both arms.

“Come get her!” Mike yelled grinning.

“Please let me go Mike,” she said, pulling and twisting at his iron grasp. “Come on, we’re supposed to be on the same side,” she pleaded as Sarah came forwards and began to tickle her.

Emma collapsed into a ball of laughter and giggles as Sarah tickled her most sensitive tickle spots. “Almost to 50,” Sarah said, her fingers deep in Emma’s ribs. “Take that, you little fucker,” she giggled.

Mike had to move to the ground as Emma collapsed, holding her in his lap as she pushed and twisted at him, her legs coming up between her and Sarah. Laughing, Mike lifted up suddenly and let Emma’s head hit the carpet, and then sat directly down on her chest, not completely, but enough to keep her down.

“Oh, god,” Emma said, her breath pushed out, “Jesus you are fat,” she said, to which Mike wiggled his butt on top of her, drawing a few groans out.

Sarah grinned and moved back, smiling as Mike began to lift up off of her. “Thanks for the assist, Mike,” she said, smiling.

“Anytime,” he said, moving a leg from one side to the other, allowing Emma to get up.

She used the opportunity to tackle Mike who was still sore and in no shape to wrestle anyone, especially his athletic twin.

“Oof,” Mike exclaimed, as Emma tackled him to the carpet, letting him turn slightly so he could lay down on his back while she sat down on top of him. “I’m so not fighting back,” he said motionless.