Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike spent the afternoon in his room, surfing the Internet and doing sit-ups and push-ups. The voice was relentless, badgering him to run downstairs, grab any one of his sisters and just start fucking. He could resist when he wasn’t turned on, that he was sure of. It was when his sisters were tormenting him, bending over without panties, rubbing up against him or kissing each other, that he had difficulty dealing with the voices proddings.

It looked to be just a matter of time before he acted out one of the voice’s commands, thus losing the bet in the process. He sincerely hoped he could make the two weeks, but at this point that was in seriously doubt. Not with his sisters trying to seduce him every five minutes.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

His mind flashed back to Sarah blowing him, then to Emma dropping her pussy onto his face, then to Danni in the shower at the gym, and finally to Beth and her ass shaking in the grocery store, and then bumping side to side coming up the front steps. Then the cycle started all over again as he pictured Sarah’s gorgeous eyes looking at him with her full lips wrapped around his cock.

All he’d wanted to do, of course, was grab her head and just start hammering away with his hips, thrusting his cock into the depths of her throat.

“She’d of just loved it too. She loves swallowing your cum after having just swallowed your dick.”

‘When are you gonna give it up?’

“Me? Give up? Dude, I’ve got nothing else to do. When are you?”

Mike chuckled, and looked at the clock, nearly 7:00 PM. He’d told Beth that he would meet her at a nice Italian restaurant downtown around 8:00 PM. He had chosen one that none of them had ever been to, hoping not to be recognized by anyone. They’d also decided to play it cool and not tell their sisters about the dinner date they had planned. Beth lied that she was going over to her friend Amanda’s house to help her with a summer school project that she was working on.

Mike showered and put on some nice clothes, before heading downstairs and grabbing his keys from the key rack beside the front door.

“Back later,” he announced towards the living room.

Sarah rushed out of the washroom and stopped him before he was able to get out the front door. “Where are you headed?” she asked.

“To fuck a prostitute, say it dude!”

“To a movie,” he said quickly.

“By yourself?” Sarah asked.

“Nah, Matt is gonna meet me up there,” he lied.

Matt, was a recent acquaintance of his, and was the only name he could think of on the spur of the moment. They’d had a few classes together at college and he was a decent enough guy.

“Oh, well… okay.” she said unconvincingly, as she looked up at him, feigning a look of sadness on her face. Then added with a very convincing, but purely fake pout, “But… are you sure you wouldn’t like to ‘take’… me?” as she ran a hand along the front of her sun dress. That caused a button to pop open, which allowed her to run her hand inside to rub the closest nipple. Biting her lip, she faked a wince and an almost silent moan.

“WILL YOU PLEASE FUCK HER?”

Mike swallowed hard at how sensual and sexy she looked, her hair all mussed and sloppily tied, her sundress half open and one hand playing with a breast as she faked that damn incredible pout at him. ‘God, I want to fuck her so bad.’

“Do it dude. Fuck her for me Mike, fuck her for me!”

She giggled and turned around. Grabbing a towel from the pile from off the counter, she folded it and said, “Have fun, sweetie,” and just continued with her chores.

He came up behind her. Reaching around, he slid both hands up her dress as he cupped both of her breasts. Pushing tightly up against her, he felt his erection pressing against her butt and heard her sigh with the beginnings of contentment. She pressed backwards against him and moaned softly, pouting again as she turned her neck to look him in the eye, but most assuredly caught up in the moment, as was he.

“You know, I won’t… no, I can’t resist you forever,” he said. “You know that,” he said, biting her on the neck.

“I hope you come back to me soon,” she gasped again, and reached around behind him, wrapping her hands around the back of his waist and pulling him close. “But, promise me that you’ll start make love to me again soon,” she pleaded, “I can’t stand not having you inside me.”

“I promise.” he said, softly pinching a nipple.

“The longer you delay,” she said as she reluctantly pushed his hands from her dress, “the more hell the girls and I are gonna put you through.”

She tenderly kissed him on the lips before turning back to her work, and then added, “We’re already going to put you through hell with all the catching up your going to have to do. You’ve cost us quite a few lost opportunities, and we expect to be compensated.”

Before that comment had time to sink in, he decided to exit as fast as he could, lest it have a hand in making him forget where he was really going or he had to convince another sister, or all of them, that he wasn’t going out to fuck some slut.

“You never know where the night might take us.”

‘It ain’t happening,’ he thought, shaking his head. ‘Give it a break’.

He drove to the Italian restaurant on the other side of town where he and Beth had decided to meet and went inside to be seated. A few minutes passed and she appeared at the door.

She had her hair pulled back, her long blonde locks cascading down behind. The cut of her blouse was low, giving an inviting look to her cleavage. Her long, shapely legs peeked out from beneath the knee length skirt that she was wearing, via a sizable but fashionable slit. He couldn’t even bring himself to blink as she was escorted over, casually smiling at him with one of the sweetest but most provocative smiles he could remember. She turned more than a few heads in the room.

He stood as she neared, leaning in close and kissing her on the cheek. They separated as he smiled back at her. “You look absolutely beautiful,” he said, drawing an even larger smile to her face and causing her to blush.

“Thank you,” she said simply.

The waiter appeared and took their drink order, bowing as he left. Mike caught him glancing at his sister’s breasts, unable to resist a look. But, she seemed not to notice, and seemed to be absorbed with her menu.

The waiter soon returned and took their order; though this time he seemed to be able to keep his eyes where they belonged. As he disappeared back into the kitchen, Beth smiled and leaned over to Mike.

“He was looking at my breasts, wasn’t he?” she asked.

“Your cleavage?” he asked chuckling, then nodded, adding, “Sure he was. But you can’t blame him anymore than I can. You are very blessed in that area, and most men have a natural fixation to that portion of the female body, some of them to the point of even making it a pastime.”

She blushed again, muttering an almost inaudible, “Thank you, again.”

“So, did you have any questions for me?” he asked, “Or do you just want to know what guys generally expect on a date.”