Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike slept as well as he had in ages. So well in fact that he slept through lunch, and nearly through supper. He tossed fitfully in his sleep, dreaming again. He was being chased by a little horde of walking breasts. They were chanting something at him.

“Mike.”

“Mike!”

“MIKE!” Emma finally smacked him in the face lightly, “Wake up.”

“I SWEAR TO GOD I DIDN’T FUCK HER,” Mike yelled, as he sat bolt upright in bed. He looked around. He was covered with a sheet. Sarah must have come in earlier to check on him. He would have started to drift back into the haze and thought about what had happened between them, but there was someone else in his bed at that moment, laughing her ass off. He could hear the voice in his head giggling uncontrollably, as well.

Emma was rolling around on his bed next to him, covering her mouth and cackling. A few minutes passed before she could stop herself from laughing. “Oh god, my stomach hurts now. Holy crap that was funny.”

Mike wasn’t nearly as amused as his sister so obviously was. “Keep laughin’, Em, keep laughin’.”

Her laughter finally stopped, and she gazed over at her scowling brother, “C’mon Mike, that was hilarious,” she shoved her shoulder into him. “What the hell were you dreaming about?”

“Clowns,” he lied, wrapping the sheet around him and yanking it out from under her.

“Was it Danni?” she said, standing and bolting out of the room.

“NOT FUNNY,” he yelled after her.

She peeked her head back in the door, “By the way, supper’s almost ready. Beth cooked. A smile shot across his face and he looked up at her. She had an imaginary head in her hands and was making out with the air, making exaggerated faces and kissing sounds. He threw a shoe at her.

“Oh Danni!” she yelled, slamming the door shut as the shoe impacted into it. He could hear her giggling all the way down stairs.

Yeah, he’d be washing her car by the end of the week. He groaned, thinking about how much she’d dirty it up for him. He reached for some clean clothes, got dressed and headed down stairs. Beth was actually cooking something, it looked and smelled Italian. He knew better than to suggest that it was plain old spaghetti though.

He glanced around the room, Danni was sitting on the couch in the den, watching TV. Emma had gone in there with her, lazing around on the couch. Sarah came out of the washroom then, and caught his eye for a second. His eyes immediately began to roam over her, stopping at her pendulous breasts. He tore his eyes off, afraid someone would see, and would somehow know what happened between them. She saw his look and shuffled quickly in, heading over to Beth.

Beth looked at him, “Mike, would you mind getting me the heavy cream out of the fridge? Mike? MIKE?”

He snapped his head around and looked at her, “Yeah, sorry, heavy cream. Got it.”

He went to the fridge and grabbed the cream for her, walked over and slid it on the counter to her. She was peeling some kind of vegetable and her ass was jiggling as she vigorously moved the sharp peeler over the skin. God, Beth was so hot, how did she never have a boyfriend?

Sarah moved next to him. He glanced over; her breasts were visible beneath her apron. She leaned forward and the apron bunched up as she leaned over the counter, her breasts pushing forward and her cleavage multiplying. She’d done that on purpose. He looked away, Beth’s breasts were even more visible. She was wearing a low cut, lacy white top, her breasts bouncing every time she moved. He felt like dying, standing between these two giant pairs of breasts, trying to smother him in their fleshy, sexy, wanton sexuality.

“Mike, can you come grab something for me in the washroom?” Sarah asked sweetly, “I can’t reach it.”

Glad to be out of the breast-laden kitchen, Mike quickly followed his eldest sister out to the small washroom, just behind the kitchen. She quickly pushed him up against the washer and planted a deep, unbelievably deep, “my god she’s got a long tongue…,” he thought.

“Mike,” she said, breaking the kiss. “I’m sorry, you just looked so sweet standing over there, all conflicted and horny and staring at my breasts and Beth’s. I just couldn’t stand it.”

She ran her hand along his back and along the seat of his pants. Tingles shot up and down his body, and he could feel Old Faithful starting to rumble.

“Sweetie, you’ve got to get a grip. You can’t feel so uneasy around us. We’re just girls. I’m trying to get you used to the sight of breasts around you. I know it’s not easy with them in your face all the time, but I’m trying to make it easier on you.”

She ran her hand along the side of his pants and to the front. “That’s really not helping,” he said.

“I think it will… eventually,” she purred at him, staring up at him with her beautiful doe eyes. Unblinking, she slowly dropped to her knees.

“Sarah, our sisters are in the NEXT ROOM.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Then we’re better be quick and quiet,” she said, grinning up at him with a wicked smile.

“Please Sarah, I can’t do this here!” he barked, standing and gently pushing passed her. It looked like his pants were smuggling a rocket when he opened the door and went back in, sitting down at the table and waiting for supper.

Beth was still at the stove, doing something to her sauce. Mike was just starting to feel his hard-on subside when she started bringing over her meal.

“Time to eat you guys,” she called to everyone.

Chairs were shuffled and the meal was distributed, and everyone sat down for a delicious supper. It was relatively quiet in the room, save for forks and knives spearing vegetables, clanking against plates, glasses being refilled with tea. It was a subdued, peaceful dinner. Kinda.

Mike felt like his sisters were deliberately taunting him with their flesh. Emma had on a white t-shirt, her relatively small but adorable cleavage clearly visible as her shirt dipped low. They didn’t really jiggle, they weren’t nearly big enough, but they did slightly shift whenever she moved.

Sarah had a bemused smile on her face. Mike could tell that she would be hell to deal with. She kept her eyes down for most of the meal, but did flash them upwards at him a few times. He tried in vain to stare at his plate, but even the vegetables reminded him of body parts. Sarah took a carrot into her mouth and slowly sucked it in, raising her eyes and winking at Mike. She was definitely having way too much fun, tormenting him.

Beth, not really knowing what effect she was having on her poor brother, was the worst for him. She lifted a food-filled fork to her mouth and a noodle dropped directly down the cleavage of her low cut shirt. Not thinking anything of the act, she lifted her left breast where the noodle had hit first and licked the creamy sauce off, then repeated the move with the other breast, then fished the noodle out, pulling her top down and fishing around in her bra, jiggling her boobs around entirely too much.

“Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh.”