Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Finally, Mike began to feel an orgasm building and began thrusting even harder, slapping skin against skin as his dick began pounding into her, causing her to gasp in pleasure as his seed finally emptied into her waiting channel.

She felt his hot semen splash into her insides and smiled, loving the feeling of his furiously thrusting hips slapping against her and the feeling of his convulsing cock. Finally spent, he eased himself out of her and stumbled back to the bed. She stood upright and moved to lie on the bed beside him.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, he turned and leaned in to kiss her. “I thought you said I had to catch you first,” he chuckled.

“Well, we can still do it that way, if that’s what you want,” she said, smirking at him. “But I’d have to let you catch me, and what’s the fun in that, if you know you can’t?”

“Yeah, and I think I can do without anymore torment anyway,” he said, kissing her again.

They lay there for several minutes catching their breath before she rose and grabbed her clothes, quietly heading for the door. She turned and blew him a kiss, then smacked herself on her naked ass and winked at him before shutting Sarah’s door behind her.

He just chuckled and shook his head, rising from the mattress and turning, putting his feet on the floor and running a hand through his hair. He briefly wondered if Danni would attack him like those two had.

‘Nah, she’ll see how tired I’ll be tonight,’ he thought.

The voice was leaving him alone, he realized, and briefly wondered why. Then, all of a sudden he remembered that he’d lost the bet.

“I’m still here bro. I’m just enjoying the scenery, soaking up the atmosphere and saving up for tomorrow.”

‘I think we need to establish some rules about tomorrow,’ Mike thought.

“Rules my non-corporeal ass, you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do, no questions asked, that is the only fucking rule.”

‘Dude, we’ve got to have some kind of guidelines. I can’t just do anything you say.’

“Don’t you be trying to wiggle out of our bet, you pussy.”

‘I’m not trying to get out of the bet. I’m just saying we need some reasonable parameters is all. I don’t know what you are gonna suggest, even if you are in my own head. But if you tell me to go jump into traffic, I can’t very well do that. I’d be dead and you’d be…,’ he stopped. ‘Well, I don’t know what the hell you’d be, but I’d be dead and you’d have no one to pester, that’s for damn sure’.

“I wouldn’t tell you to kill yourself, dumbass. I’m not a demon. I’m part of your own mind, an inner voice as it were. Your inner voice, that just happens to be a demented pervert.”

‘Rule number one, you can’t make me seriously hurt myself. Rule number two, you can’t make me hurt my sisters.’

“Do you really think I’d jeopardize our supply of pussy? Are you fucking crazy? You just started fucking them again! Damn, you’re such an idiot.”

‘Whatever. Rule number three, nothing illegal.’

“Hold it, how illegal?”

Mike scratched his head and thought for a moment. ‘Had thoughts along those lines, did you?’ If the voice told him to chug a beer, he could probably do that, or maybe try and buy some.

‘Misdemeanors and higher are out of the question, unless it’s like, trying to buy beer.’

“You hate beer, dumbass.”

‘Exactly, which is all the more reason for you to try and get me to buy some.’

“Dude, I’m a part of you. Why would I want to make you do something you hate? Shit, all I’ve ever done is to try and get us… you laid. I’m on your side, fool.”

Mike realized that the voice was more or less right. It was crazy and completely out of line most of the time, but it had never really caused him any real pain, mainly just embarrassment on the one hand and annoyance on the other.

‘Fair enough,’ Mike thought. ‘If you can follow those three rules, then I’ll do whatever you suggest tomorrow.’

“Fair enough, but you don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not out to get you into trouble or cause you to injure yourself, or especially our pussy. I’ve only been trying to get us laid.”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

There was a knock on the door then.

“Oh, get the Magnificent One ready! It’s time for round three!” “Mike?” came Beth’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Yeah,” he called, “just a second.”

He leaned over and flipped on the light, quickly pulling on his shorts and underwear. The room still smelled like sex, but there was nothing he could do about that.

“Supper’s ready,” she called. Mike could hear her as she moved back towards the kitchen.

“Damn it, she’s such a fucking tease.”

‘She’s just calling me for supper, be nice,’ he thought.

“No, she wants your cock, dude. Even if neither of you have realized it yet.”

Mike decided to ignore the voice again, standing and pulling on his clothes. He stopped at Sarah’s bathroom and checked himself in the mirror. Satisfied that he didn’t have any damning evidence on his face or shirt from the day’s activities, he ran a comb through his hair and headed for the kitchen.

Danni came bouncing down the stairs as he entered the kitchen, a peculiar smile on her face. Mike knew then that’d he and Emma had been noisy, almost as much as he and Sarah. Danni came over to him and hugged him, kissing him on the neck and wrapping her arms around him in a warm hug that lasted for several long moments.

“I hope you’ve saved enough of yourself for us,” she whispered and pulled back to wink at him.

Mike smiled and leaned close to her ear, “I’ll always have enough for you.”

She giggled and moved to help with supper.

The meal was quiet that evening. Mike was voraciously hungry and didn’t waste precious eating time talking. The sisters were oddly quiet, though, which was a rarity.

“Probably saving up for later. That’s a good sign dude.”

They’d always been yammering away during supper, and he briefly wondered why they’d decided to stop talking now. It had to be due to recent events. They might all know that three out of four of them were sleeping with their brother, but that didn’t mean that it was suitable for dinner table conversation.