Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike laughed at the voices use of the old Danni’s almost forgotten nick name for him, as he smiled at his new and improved Danni while pulling her close and kissing her tenderly on the lips. He chuckled at the irony of it all. They embraced, kissing softly for a several more minutes before heading off to the shower together to clean up.

He smiled to himself again, very pleased that he had outwitted the voice. He knew he actually hadn’t done anything. The voice had probably been too excited that he was actually going to have intercourse with one of his sisters that it hadn’t thought about having to tell him to fuck her. He knew it wouldn’t happen again, and he had probably just ensured that he was going to lose the bet. He set those thoughts aside for the moment as they finished their shower undisturbed by the voice and quickly got dressed before heading downstairs to join the rest of their sisters for breakfast.

******

Breakfast resembled something much closer to what could be considered normal that morning, and after he finished Mike went back upstairs to his room, leaving Sarah and Danni at the table. Sarah looked over at her sister, obviously wanting to say something.

Danni glanced at her, saw her expression and smiled. “What is it?”

Sarah pushed her plate away and sat silently for a few seconds. “Well, I just had a request.”

Danni peered at her, curiously. “A request?”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Sarah nodded. “Yeah, and I know how odd this is going to sound, but Emma and I need you to stop making love to Mike… I mean, for just a little while of course.”

Danni smiled. “Oh really, and why is that?”

“Come on Danni,” she replied, the hint of a plea in her tone, “you know what we’re trying to do. He’s being so…”

“Stubborn?” Danni finished.

“Exactly! Although damn stubborn would be more accurate.” Sarah replied. “We just want him to be so turned on that he can’t control himself, and he’ll stop this nonsense about holding out on us.”

“So, holding out is our job and not his?” Danni asked slyly.

“No, not necessarily,” answered Sarah, “I can see now how much fun you all could have tormenting him before. But now, when he finally gives in, can you imagine how much more fun he’ll be?”

“You know, with three of us sleeping with him,” Danni offered, “we’re going to have to give him some kind of scheduled break. He’ll need rest from time to time, he’s not Superman.”

“I don’t know,” Sarah giggled, “He’s been doing an amazing job of ‘holding up’ his end so far.”

Danni did chuckle at the pun, and then added, “So you want me to refrain from having sex with him after he’s spooned up against me from behind, with his dick pressing into my back. Or when I wake up next to him in the mornings and can feel that magnificent cock poking me in the belly?”

Sarah’s face went all… “dreamy” at the images Danni’s words provoked, as if a thousand kittens were holding hands and dancing in her head.

“Well, I didn’t say it was going to be easy,” Sarah replied, then added, “I myself was sucking on him just yesterday and had to force myself to stop. It was very, very, har… I mean difficult,” she corrected herself, drawing another giggle from Danni, then she added, “Please don’t be selfish. You had him last night. We need equal time with him sis, we love fucking him too.”

“Maybe we can figure out a way to speed the process along,” Danni said.

“How do you mean?” Sarah asked, looking at her younger sister curiously.

Danni grinned widely.

******

“Mike!” Sarah called from downstairs.

He’d been up in his room, doing sit-ups and push-ups when he heard her call. ‘What the hell does she want now? More sex filled antics directed at me, I suppose,’ he thought.

He knew better than to ignore her, though. So he stood, exited his room and closed the door behind himself. Taking the steps two at a time, he entered the kitchen and saw Sarah, Emma, and Danni all seated at the table. With her sisters’ help, Sarah was making a grocery list. It looked long, very, very, long.

‘Damn it,’ he swore to himself, realizing it was his turn to go get the food stuffs, as well as the laundry, bathroom, and kitchen supplies. The once a month, whole nine yards, trip.

“Groceries?” he asked. Sarah nodded, but added, “And house stocks,” as he sat down, and patiently waited for them to finish the list. Beth came out of the washroom and gave Sarah a few more items to write down on it. After several more minutes, the list was complete, and it looked like it was going to be a long trip. He sighed deeply.

“Oh hush,” Sarah said, seeing his resignation. “Beth is going with you,” she said.

“Great, the weird one.”

Mike smiled at Beth, who returned his look with a smile of her own. It would be nice to talk with someone who wasn’t completely wrapped up in jumping his bones.

“Bullshit.”

Mike headed back upstairs briefly to grab his shoes, and came right back down. Beth had the list in her hand and headed towards his truck as she saw him descend the steps.

She was wearing a low-cut white top, her cleavage clearly visible. She had on a pair of shorts, her long, shapely legs looking as nice as ever. She bent over in front of him as she climbed up into the cab of his truck and afforded him a magnificent view of her ass, her pink underwear peeking out the edges.

He shut her door for her as she sat down. After shaking his head trying to clear it once again, he headed around to the driver’s side of the vehicle.

As he drove to the store, Beth sat quietly, lost in thought, apparently.

“Lost is right, it must be pretty empty up there.”

‘Beth isn’t dumb; she just doesn’t have a whole lot of know-how when it comes to the social scene. “Socially inept” I think it’s called.’ Mike said defensively.

“Well, let’s teach her, asshole. Just fuck her and get it over with.”

“So how’s it going?” Mike asked ignoring the voice.

“Don’t interrupt her. She’s probably computing fucking Pi or something.”

Beth glanced up at him, she’d obviously been lost in thought, but smiled and said, “I’m fine.”

“How’s your theory coming along?” he asked, sincerely curious if she’d discovered anything new.

“Oh, well, I um…”