Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike fell into a deep slumber after his and Sarah’s encounter. She snoozed beside him, wrapped up in his embrace and sticky with sweat. She awoke an hour later and glanced at the clock. It was supper time. She reached over and pushed her brother’s shoulder.

He groaned in his sleep. “No more pickles.” he slurred, and began snoring.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

She giggled and leaned close to his head. “Okay, no more pickles, but what about the weasel?”

He snorted and shifted in her bed, “Weasels love pickles.”

She giggled again, got out of bed and headed for her bathroom. Her brother was so much fun to mess with when he was sleeping. In the past, she’d always loved to see what nonsense she could prod from him while he was dreaming, and hadn’t remembered about it for quite a while.

Reaching into the shower, she turned on the hot water and then the cold, but only a small turn for the latter. Hot showers had been her absolute favorite pastime until now. Fucking her brother was a recent development, but it had replaced showers at the top of that long list.

She thought back to their encounter a few hours ago. She’d known that he’d eventually lose control of his desires, and had hoped that it would be her that he would lose his inhibitions to. She hadn’t realized to what degree he’d been resisting their torments though, and his out of control reaction had surprised her. He’d been so worked up, so horny. All semblance of restraint had escaped him after he’d come back from his run with Emma. God only knows what she had done to him.

She could actually sympathize with Mike. She’d begun to see her youngest sister in a different light after their threesome. Emma had certainly come out of her shell in the past few weeks.

She’d gone from a shy athletic tom-boy, to this sex-crazed, alluring little succubus that could easily get whatever she wanted from whatever target she chose for the object of her affections. That could be dangerous under anything other circumstances than the family relationship they all shared. As it was, it was simply proving to be quite entertaining, and most enjoyable.

Stepping into the shower, Sarah grabbed her loofah, filled it with soap, and then ran it across her breasts and stomach. She closed her eyes and thought back to that night. She’d never thought that’d she and Emma would ever had done what they had together. At the time, it had just seemed so right, so natural, almost like it was the next logical step.

The best feeling that night, to Sarah at least, was feeling Emma’s tongue slurping at her pussy, while she was slurping right back at Emma’s. The memory caused a twinge of excitement to course through her body and Sarah closed her eyes, rubbed her loofah downwards, then across her stomach to her pussy.

That’d not to say that she didn’t absolutely relish the feeling of Mike’s full cock length pounding her into orgasmic oblivion, she did. But Emma’s tongue had been so warm, so velvety and smooth, yet so muscular and probing as it entered her crevice. She’d desperately wanted to feel it again since then, but was concerned about how to approach it, or if she even should. Emma sights seemed to have been locked on Mike ever since he’d been denying them.

‘That poor, silly puss-hound,’ she thought as her mind drifted back to Mike. Denying one horny determined woman was dumb enough. But the cocky little shit had tried to deny three extremely horny women, hell bent on feeding the addiction they had acquired, fucking him. He’d never had a chance. Truth be known, she was surprised that he’d lasted as long as he had. The next few days would prove to be fun, and she was already wondering when she’d get her next chance with her virile younger brother.

She put the loofah down and let the hot water wash the soap away. Reaching down, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and quickly reached for a towel. She opened the door and reentered her room. Heading to her dresser, she pulled on some panties, and then reached for her brother’s shirt that had been tossed to the floor. Lifting it, she brought it to her nose and inhaled. His scent was of course embedded in the fabric. She smiled and quickly pulled it on over her head and smoothing it out. She pulled the cover up over him and quietly exited her room, shutting the door behind her.

“My turn?” Emma asked, from the couch in the living room.

Sarah chuckled and smiled at her younger sister, then headed over and took a seat beside her on the couch.

“He’s pretty exhausted right now, and still asleep.” she said, hugging her sister close. She pulled back and looked closely at Emma. “I’m sure he’ll be up for more in a little while, maybe after supper. We’ve done a real number on him.”

“From the sounds of things earlier, I’m gonna guess he did just as good a number on you.” Emma said, with a mischievous grin. “You two shook the whole house. I came down to check on the commotion, figured out pretty quick what it was, but was afraid ya’ll were going to come crashing through the wall before it was over.”

Sarah couldn’t help but blush and giggle. She and Emma were sitting close together on the couch, arms around each other, Sarah’s hand twirling idly in Emma’s braid.

“Yeah, I even thought it was a possibility at the time, but didn’t care.” Sarah said, smiling and leaning gently forward to kiss Emma on the lips.

Emma smiled as Sarah leaned forward to kiss her. She too had hoped their one encounter hadn’t been a spur of the moment fling between the two of them. She’d loved the feeling of being eaten out by her own sister, and loved returning the favor.

Sarah pressed her moist lips gently against Emma’s and sighed happily as she felt her return the kiss, pushing her tongue tentatively into Sarah’s mouth. Emma giggled and pulled back a second to kiss her cheek.

Looking up at her oldest sister, she smiled. “I was hoping that our little ‘after Michael romp’ wasn’t a once-in-a-lifetime event,” she admitted, drawing a grin from Sarah.

“Me too!” she said happily. “I’ve been so worried that it was a spur of the moment thing and I’d never get another chance to be with you again.”

Emma grinned and pulled her sister back close drawing her lips to hers. Their soft lips parted, and their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. Moving from her lips to Sarah’s neck and around to the other side, she allowed Sarah to take the lead and kiss her back. It was several long minutes before they broke their embrace, smiling, playing with and leaning against each other bodies.

“He’s sleeping,” Sarah said, drawing them back to the previous conversation. “He’s really give out from attacking me. I don’t know what you did, but it pushed him over the edge.”

Emma giggled and blushed, winking at her. “Well, we went on that run and I promised him he could have me if he could catch me. He wasn’t thinking straight in his condition and it probably wasn’t easy, running with a hard-on.”

“Emma!” Sarah scolded. “You didn’t.”

“I sure did.” Emma laughed and nodded. “I guess he forgot for just that little while that I’ve always been the faster than him. He never really had a chance. I guess it was a good thing though, it pushed him over the edge and now we can all get back to taking our turns and enjoying him again.”

Sarah laughed and leaned close to her, drawing her face up with her hand and kissing her again. Then she stood, and headed to the kitchen to see if Beth was planning on cooking or not. She grinned when she looked back, seeing Emma slipping into her bedroom, not being able to wait for Mike just to wake up.

‘Well,’ she thought, ‘it’s been several hours. Maybe she’ll get lucky’.