Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“She didn’t seem too interested to go down on Emma during the last truth or dare game at the barbecue before the accident,” Mike observed.

“She probably didn’t wanna be outed in front of her friends,” Emma said. “She’s been just as ‘handsy’ as her brother has, come to think of it. She’s just way more subtle.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“That’s true,” Danni agreed. There were a number of instances that both sisters could recall where Missy’s hands hand somehow ended up on their boobs or slapping them on the ass.

They reached the cabin at that point and Emily stepped out onto the porch.

“Do you think the snakes are gone?” she turned and asked Mike. He smiled and nodded.

“Em, do you wanna go tan with me?” she asked.

Emma smiled and winked at Mike and Danni. “Yeah, sounds great.”

“I think I’ll take a shower real quick,” Mike said. Danni smiled in reply, turning and heading towards the retreating forms of Emma and Emily.

Mike stepped inside and saw Beth sitting on a chair reading. Sarah was curled up under a blanket, snoring softly. Beth glanced up at him and smiled as he came in, putting a finger to her lips to shush him for Sarah’s sake.

He nodded and pointed towards the hallway and the small shower in the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower,” he whispered.

She stood immediately and smiled. “I’ll help you if you’re too sore,” she said, a little too eager. He saw her bite her lip, fighting to contain herself.

Knowing he should say no, Mike smiled. “That’d be great,” he said. She smiled and followed behind him and entered the tiny bathroom with him, locking the door as he turned on the water. Turning, he held his arms up and let her pull his sweaty shirt off. He groaned in soreness. He couldn’t help but look her over, forgetting to play the innocent brother and ogling her. She was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, nothing overtly sexy, but the way her curves were accentuated was nearly unbearable. Beth just had that type of body. No matter what she was wearing, she always seemed like she was dripping with sex.

“God damn she is so supremely fuckable,” the voice said.

‘You’ve never been more right, my friend,’ Mike thought.

Beth turned him around and pulled his shorts off, followed by his boxers. He entered the shower and began to rinse off the sweat, pretending to forget to pull the curtain closed.

He turned and glanced at Beth. Her eyes were locked on his cock for a second before jumping back to his face. She was breathing heavily, her hair damp from the steam rising around them, falling about her face. Her eyes were wide and her tongue danced out and licked her lips. Mike closed his eyes and turned, arching his back and dunking his head under the water. The effect pushed his hips out and his cock bounced to life. Beth cleared her throat suddenly and let out a long breath.

“Do you need any help washing?” she asked.

Mike nodded. “It’s still a little hard to get my back,” he replied.

“Turn around,” she commanded. He could feel her eyes wandering over his naked form, and then felt the warmth of a soap filled rag gently moving over his back. He placed both hands on the wall and ducked his head underneath the water, letting it wash over him.

Behind him, Beth was having a lot of trouble focusing. She kept staring at him like she was a hungry lioness and he was some piece of meat. She’d glance away every few seconds, fighting her inner urges, but they always won out, and she’d again let her eyes wander over his body.

“Turn around,” she said.

Mike smiled to himself and slowly turned. “I really appreciate the help, Beth,” he said quietly.

She nodded and began to wash his shoulders. Her eyes continued to wander over him and eventually down to where his cock was bobbing up and down, looking quite angry and engorged.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, turning around. The rag hit the bottom of the shower as she did so and she glanced down at it. “I’m just not…” she started, but trailed off.

She bent slowly at the waist, her legs straight, and reached down for the rag. Mike sighed and moaned softly as he saw her slit peeking out from between her legs. She rose again with the rag in hand and reached up for more soap. Glancing over at him again, she licked her lips and sighed, clearly fighting some urges.

“Your clothes are getting soaked, sis,” he said, glancing down. Her shirt was stuck to her chest, her pink nipples clearly visible. “You might as well take them off.” He glanced down and reached out for the bottom of her shirt, grabbing at the ends and lifting.

She began to protest, reaching up and brushing at his hands, intent on behaving and not blowing it, but his hands were already up underneath her breasts. Her shirt went up over her head, water running in beads down her curves.

“God…” Mike whispered.

She blushed then. “What?”

“Sorry,” he said, glancing down at her. “I… I… know you’re my sister, but you’re so sexy.”

Beth groaned as she heard him speaking. He reached down and began to pull at her shorts, causing her to bite her lip and turn her head, leaning up against the wall, desperately trying not to tear into him and impale herself on his manhood.

She felt her shorts and panties slide down her legs and sighed.

Mike stood again and reached for the rag, soaping it and handing it to her.

“Would you mind getting my legs? I can’t reach down there so easily,” he said as she opened her eyes again.

“Sure,” she whispered, shaking herself out of her reverie.