Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“Like I said, I hate you.”

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Mike cautiously crept into the kitchen, expecting a female ninja sex attack from all angles. His sisters were all seated in their customary positions, plates filled with a dish Beth had conjured up. He fixed himself a plate and quietly took a seat.

Emma, Danni, and Sarah all had grins on their faces, though Beth was oblivious to what was going on. She had found a shirt, though it did little to conceal her large breasts and ample cleavage. Mike felt like his brain was thinking a thousand different things at once. ‘Emma’s ass pressing against his lap, or Sarah’s tongue wrapped around the head of his cock those few weeks ago, or Danni’s arched back pushing her breasts into the air as he gave her an orgasm, or Beth’s massive cleavage.’

“Get a double handful of that, will ya”

He shook his head again, drawing smiles from three of the four girls at the table. He cursed himself silently. Except for the voice, they knew exactly what was going on in his head. It did give him some consolation that they were feeling good about themselves, knowing that he couldn’t stop thinking about them. He speared a meatball with his fork, cut it with a knife and popped half of it into his mouth.

He’d have to keep himself occupied, he decided. Sitting around doing nothing wasn’t going to help the situation at home. He’d go work out some, maybe call one of his buddies and go have a drink. Beth wasn’t trying to get him to ram his cock into her, maybe he could talk with her, maybe go to a movie or something. The ideas began to circle in his brain like a wagon train as he weighed all the possibilities as he felt his mood lighten, and he even managed to return his three sisters cat-just-ate-the-canary like grins.

The table was quiet throughout lunch, and after cleaning his plate and rinsing it, Mike turned to his sisters.

“Ask them if we can fuck now. Just hav’em all line up.”

Having given some thought to his options throughout his meal, he announced, “I’m gonna head out and clean the pool, then mow the lawn. Ya’ll need anything before I do?” he asked, smiling.

Wide smiles flashed across Danni, Sarah, and Emma’s faces briefly before they managed to brush them away. Then they just shook their heads and went back to finishing their lunch. Unintentionally, he’d once again piqued their interest.

He went back upstairs and changed, then headed out the back door and to the shed to get the mower. Sure enough, a few minutes into mowing he noticed a flicker of movement from the windows on the second floor, from both Danni’s and Emma’s rooms. He smiled to himself, loving the feel that came from being watched. It felt so good to know that his sisters found him sexy, desirable.

A sudden idea struck him, and he stopped pushing the mower to pull his sweaty t-shirt over his head. He wasn’t rippling with muscles like one of those infomercial guys, but he had come to understand that he had a nice looking body. He ran a hand over his tight six-pack, smiling at the thought of what he was doing to his sisters, and then began to push the mower again. He hoped they were getting turned on up there.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Then his previous thoughts brought him up short. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ he thought. Why the hell would he want to turn his sisters on? That’s only going to make things worse. By Sarah’s own admission they were addicted to him, and by spurring them on he would only cause them to be more earnest in their efforts in seducing him. “I really am an idiot,” he said to himself.

“Finally, something we are in agreement on besides pussy. The other being when both your heads are on and in the right place. Namely, one head on correctly, and the other head in the aforementioned pussy. But you just keep doing what you are doing, and I’ll have this fucking bet won by morning.”

Mike ignored it, grumbling to himself and pushed the mower onwards. A half hour later, he’d finished mowing and started cleaning the pool. The window shade was still pulled open, but he couldn’t see any movement. Were they still watching him? Or had he just imagine the first time that he thought he’d seen someone moving around?

“If you keep screwing around they might actually think to give up on us and go out and hunt up someone else to fuck. You know women, if they’re not being fucked they’re just plain fucked up.”

Mike figured it was best if he stopped responding to the voice altogether. He quickly finished cleaning the pool, checked the filter and replaced the chlorine pucks. Heading back to the shed, he grabbed the blower and cleaned the walks and the deck of the pool. The sun was high in the sky by now, and it was getting pretty warm. Pulling his shirt back over his head, he put the pool cleaning supplies away and went inside. Heading upstairs and into the bathroom, he didn’t see a single sister on the way through the house.

His shower went quickly, and as he was toweling himself off, the door opened and Emma came in.

“All finished?” she asked.

He gave her a quick nod, pulling his underwear up in a noticeable rush. She was wearing only a bathrobe, which she let fall to the floor as he pulled up his boxers. Her impeccable body stood naked before him, drawing his gaze and taking his breath away. She just grinned and opened the shower door. Stepping inside, she turned on only the cold water.

She gasped as she was shocked by the chill, causing her nipples to quickly harden and making her breath come is short swiftly gulps. Mike couldn’t bring himself to look away, and even wished he could climb in and nibble on her now erect nipples.

“Get in there and fuck her you prick! NOW! She wants it bad.”

Mike forced his eyes closed and turned to leave. Everything in his body was telling him to jump into the shower with his sister, or at least yank her out and throw her to the floor, spread her legs and impale her with his throbbing love spear.

But instead, he quickly exited the bathroom, headed to his room and lay on the bed. What the hell had he gotten himself into? He desperately hoped his sisters would get bored with trying to seduce him; otherwise, this could quite possibly kill him.

“There is definitely something wrong with you, passing up a perfectly good piece of pussy.”

He closed his eyes as he lay back on the bed, letting the cool air of the ceiling fan blow his body the rest of the way dry. He reached down and opened his towel, letting the breeze dry off the rest of his body. Soon, his breathing became measured, and sleep overtook him.

Mike snoozed for a couple of hours, after which he began to drift back into consciousness, the haze of sleep lifting and finally dissolving. There was something happening to him, something familiar and wet.