Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Wrapping the towel around his waist, he reached over for his toothbrush.

“Yeah,” he called, reaching for the toothpaste.

She came in, holding some freshly folded towels and opened the cabinet to put them up. “How’re you holding up?”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

He shrugged. “Better than I could be, I guess. It’s Monday, right?”

Emma nodded, not looking at her brother, fiddling with the towels in the cabinet and stalling for time.

“So…” she said, turning and pretending to straighten something else.

He sighed, ‘Here it comes,’ he thought. “Go ahead, get it out of your system,” he said, lowering his head and rubbing a hand through his hair.

She laughed. “So, yeah… sorry about the other day.” She fidgeted around for a few seconds, biting her lip and trying not to start laughing. A few seconds passed in awkward silence. He could feel it coming.

“Oh Danni, huh?” she asked, still trying to contain her laughter.

He sighed, an embarrassed grin finding its way to his face and began to slowly shake his head. “I don’t even know if I can begin to explain what happened,” he said at length, shrugging.

She seemed to accept the weirdness of what had happened and let it go. “Gonna go run in a few minutes, I don’t suppose you wanna come, do you?” she asked. He was glad the topic was changing, but shook his head.

“No thanks, not with all these battle scars all over me. Maybe tomorrow. Thanks though.” He turned and headed to his room shaking his head again as he heard, “Oh Danni,” from the bathroom again, followed by Emma’s high pitched laugh.

He quickly returned to his room and pulled on some lounging pants and an old t-shirt. After finishing getting dressed, he headed downstairs to find some breakfast.

The kitchen was empty, Sarah probably still asleep in her room as were Beth and Danni. He looked at the clock. It was still pretty early, yet. Emma would be heading out for her morning run. He really did wish he could join her, as the image of her flexing and un-flexing ass bouncing in front of him flashed in his mind.

“Man-up, you need to run after that ass.”

Mike had wondered when the voice would start up again. Now obviously the thought of his twin’s toned ass and washboard stomach had woken it up for awhile. He rubbed his head in anticipation of the myriad of bad ideas that he’d have this morning.

The cupboard looked freshly restocked this morning. Someone must have made a trip to the store recently. He grabbed a box of cereal, found a bowl and spoon and the milk and headed to the den.

He quickly finished a bowl and poured another. He kept flipping through the channels, but kept the volume low as to not wake Sarah.

Emma came down the stairs behind him. He resisted the urge to turn around and watch her ass as she moved around the kitchen. She’d grabbed a granola bar and a glass of water before heading to the den to put her shoes on. Taking a bite of the granola and a swig of water, she turned and grabbed one of her shoes, then sat down on the chair that sat beside the couch. She quickly finished getting ready for her run, turning and smiling at her brother a few times.

He ignored her. At least he was trying to, but he kept glancing over. She had very nice legs and he was trying very hard to keep his eyes off them. His eyes started at her ankles and worked upwards to the tanned skin of her calves, sleek muscles cording and relaxing as she moved her leg around, tying her shoe. He glanced higher, watching her thighs tense as she rose and swung her torso around, stretching her torso muscles. She lifted a leg and put it on the chair in front of her, bending and stretching.

Afraid that’d he’d start to drool watching her flaunt her sleek and sexy legs at him, he turned and tried to focus on whatever the hell was on tv.

“Give her a hug.”

Mike stopped, momentarily distracted by the voice. That was a pretty tame suggestion, compared to what he normal heard from it. Shrugging, he stood and wrapped his arms around her from behind as she stood. Smiling, she rubbed a hand across her brother’s arm as he draped it around her and pulled her close. It always felt nice hugging his twin. They were so close, almost no secrets. She never held anything back from his hug.

He was vaguely aware of her shapely ass pressing against his dick and felt a familiar stirring down below. He started to let go, but not before Captain Useless decided to chime in.

“Grab her tit as she pulls away”

As Emma turned to head towards the door, Mike’s hand, seemingly of its own volition draped across her small breast and cupped it as she turned and started towards the door. “Nice, trying to cop a feel off your own twin now” she said, with an amused expression on her face.

“Sorry, it was an accident,” he called watching her close the front door and start running down the street.

‘Do you ever actually help?’ he thought, speaking directly to the voice.

“Haven’t you been paying attention?”

‘Trying to get me to commit incest is not what I’d consider “helping”,’ he thought again, then realized he was having a conversation with a voice in his head. “Yeah, I need therapy,” he said.

“Why is that?” said a voice behind him. Beth had come downstairs, she was wearing a bra, one that looked a little too small, and some panties that were again, too small. She looked to him for an answer as she headed to the counter to make a smoothie.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said, then realized that she might be the one sister who actually would understand it, if only from a scientific point of view. He went over and jumped up on the counter beside her. “What’s up?”

“Just gonna make a smoothie. You want some?” she glanced at her brother and smiled sweetly at him.

He couldn’t help staring at her tits. They were so large, the largest in the family. They weren’t obscenely huge, but seemed to press outward begging for attention. He wondered again how she’d never had a boyfriend, with these cannons hanging from her chest, it just seemed ridiculous. If she took off her glasses, she was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. She didn’t have that pretty girl attitude or the confidence that she should’ve had for the beauty that she’d inherited.

She glanced up at him. “Mike?”

“Sorry,” he said, snapping out of the boob filled daydream. “I had some cereal already, thanks.”

She nodded and went back to preparing her smoothie, grabbing juice, milk, strawberries, peaches and bananas. She began to peel, pour and skin the ingredients and throwing them in the blender. She was oblivious of the activities of her brother’s eyes as they roamed over her half naked body. Many large breasted women looked thick, or even chunky when they had a t-shirt on that wasn’t form fitting. Beth had the height to stretch it out and a flat stomach. She wasn’t toned, but she did run every few days with Emma or Danni.

“Accidently spill the smoothie on her and see if she’ll lick it off again.”

She’d always been so quiet, only really talking when the three sisters pulled her into their inane conversations. She’d never been very sociable and preferred letting others lead the conversation. Usually her contributions would consist of interesting facts or observations, not being able to avoid speaking in her analytical voice.

“Sorry about the other day,” she said.

“Huh?” he asked, coming out of his reverie.

“With the noodles, and these things,” she said, indicating her breasts.

“Oh…,” he said, grasping what she was referring to.