Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

He ignored the voice. There wasn’t going to be anything helpful coming from it. Standing, he stretched and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. A few minutes later, Emma came downstairs followed by Danni. They both leaned over and gave Mike a kiss on the cheek. He ignored them and focused on his cereal. Danni was wearing her sports bra and panties. She went to the fridge and opened it. Bending over, she surveyed the inside.

Her spectacular ass taunted him as she peered into the fridge, looking for something to eat. She shifted her weight, which moved her hips, which shifted her ass cheeks back and forth. She pulled something out of the fridge and sat it on the counter, followed by a few more items. Mike didn’t have a clue as to what they were, and he didn’t care. His eyes were locked on that amazing ass that seemed to be just beckoning him.

“Go fuck it wimp.”

‘DAMN IT,’ he swore internally. He forced his gaze elsewhere.

At the same moment, Sarah came back in the room, dressed, sort of, and very much differently. “The games” had obviously begun.

‘Wonderful’ he thought.

She had on a pair of the tiniest matching underwear and a one of his own button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up. Damn, she looked fantastic. It was unbuttoned and open in the front, exposing her underwear and especially her impressive cleavage. She sauntered seductively over to Mike, in a pair of high heels no less, and leaned forward giving him a kiss on the forehead. As she did so, her shirt opened even farther, and her breasts swayed visibly side to side. Mike swallowed hard.

Her nipples looked so inviting through the thin material, like they were just begging to be nibbled on. Maybe he could get her alone in the laundry room and fuck her brains out against the washing machine.

“That’s the spirit. Bend her forward, spread those legs, make her…”

‘NO,’ he shouted internally to himself. ‘I can do this.’

“No you can’t. Now, go fuck her.”

She stood, and straightened the shirt and gave him another wink. Then she turned and started helping with breakfast. The chatter among the sisters turned to the wonderful topics that he usually ignored.

He lowered his face into his bowl of cereal and finished it quickly, knowing that he was doomed if he stayed in the kitchen any longer. As he stood, he heard footsteps coming downstairs and swore silently. ‘Please be dressed, please be dressed, please be dressed,’ he chanted silently as he exited the kitchen into the hall toward the stairs.

“Not much chance of that in this house, as far as I can see.”

Beth was just coming downstairs as Mike turned and nearly fainted. She was wearing a small bra, her spectacular breasts practically spilling out of the tedious undergarment. She was wearing matching panties and he could make out the thin lines of her pussy lips from beneath the undersized see through piece. Every time she came down a step, her breasts bounced up and down, her nipples pressing against the fabric threatening to escape.

He knew she wasn’t wearing this to try and torment him. It was just clueless Beth being Beth. It was probably what she had worn to sleep, and as with all of his sisters, it was what she would wear to breakfast before heading back upstairs to change. She’d simply chosen something that was several sizes too small.

‘Yeah, that was it.’ he thought.

As she bounced downstairs, Mike’s eyes bugged out of his head and latched themselves onto her heaving cleavage. She bounced down onto the last step and pressed up against him, kissing his forehead and squeezing him tight to her chest, her massive breasts engulfing his face for a brief second.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Morning, baby,” she said simply. Then pushed past him and headed into the kitchen to join the rest of his sisters.

He turned and glanced back, immediately regretting it. The kitchen was clearly a war zone of sexual energy. Any man caught in there would be immediately consumed by un-harnessed sexual desire. He quickly turned back and ran upstairs.

“This is going to be so damned easy.”

He heard Sarah’s voice as he went upstairs, and immediately knew that just the next few days were going to be hell. Not to mention the two weeks he had bet with the voice.

“Your sisters want to bone you, and you call this hell? Grow some balls and go fuck’em.”

‘Three or four times you’ve called me “The Man,” he said to the voice.

“That was then, this is now.”

A few hours passed while Mike just stayed in his room, but with the realization of which he reminded himself, ‘I can’t stay up here forever.’

He knew he’d have to find something to do, some way to keep his mind off of his sister’s wanting to jump his bones. For all he knew they could all three be outside his room, licking the door and rubbing breasts. No, just two of them, Danni wasn’t like that with him, he conceded.

It had been several hours since the voice had bothered him. It was probably saving all of its energy for an all out assault the first time he saw one of his sisters. He looked at the clock. It was noon, lunchtime. ‘Wonderful,’ he thought.

He stood, pulling himself up from his bed and headed for his door. He poked his head out of his room and peered around quietly as if he was expecting ninjas to jump out of closets from all sides. Except these would be naked female ninjas that didn’t want anything but sexual conquest. But, there wasn’t anyone in the hallway, ninja or sister, and he quickly closed the door behind himself and started quietly downstairs.

Emma was helping Beth in the kitchen. He could see that they were still talking, but about what, he didn’t know. Emma glanced over and saw him out of the corner of her eye. ‘Time for some fun,’ she thought.

Mike was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, unsure of what to do, where to go, or even if he should hide. He watched as Emma stuck her finger in the batter of whatever Beth was conjuring up and popped her finger in her mouth, pulling it out and running it back in several times.

“How is it?” Beth asked.

Emma smiled and poked her finger back in, and pulled out a dollop of what looked like cake batter. She pushed her finger into Beth’s mouth, who licked it off, but gave Emma a weird glance when she pushed her finger back in again, several times. A line of cake batter had dripped down onto Beth’s left breast, running down and staining her white t-shirt. Emma grabbed the edges of her shirt and pulled it over her head, “Let me go give that to Sarah to wash.” she said.