Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

They came down as Mike and Paul both finished their plates and headed out back to clean up the bottles and trash. Emma stopped him and whispered in Mike’s ear for a few seconds, giving him an abridged version of what Ashley had told her.

Mike glanced at her and then Ashley, but then shrugged as he realized that it would actually make his conversation easier.

Nodding, he leaned over and gave Emma a peck on the cheek and headed out back with Paul.

Moving around the pool, he picked up stray clothes and bottles of beer that had been dropped or casually tossed.

“So I heard you know our little secret,” Mike said finally, catching Paul off guard.

Paul glanced over and for a moment, looking like he didn’t know what to say.

“I’m not judging,” he said eventually.

“To be honest with you,” Mike confessed, “the whole date with Emma and I was to somehow get you and Ashley to hook up.”

Paul cocked his head, looking confused.

“Ashley found out about our secret a few days ago and my sisters came up with this master plan to get you two to sleep together. When she confronted us about our secret, she admitted that she’d always had a thing for you, and things kind of just took off from there.”

Paul sat quietly for a minute or two, just trying to absorb it all.

“Why didn’t you just ask me?” asked Paul.

Mike turned and cocked his head. “Seriously man? I couldn’t just come out and ask you if you’d ever wanted to fuck your sister. For all I knew, you’d either have thought I was joking, or gone off the deep end and try to pound me. Or worse yet, turn us in. It is against the law you know.”

Paul nodded, realizing how stupid he had sounded.

“I just wanted to let you know that you aren’t the only one,” Mike said. “I know guys don’t often do this, but if you need to talk about it, I’m probably the only person around that you can talk to. So… I’m here.”

He sat quietly for a few minutes while Mike moved around the yard continuing to clean up.

“I don’t know what it was, man,” he finally said, “she was…”

“… better than anyone or anything else you’ve ever had,” Mike finished.

Paul slowly nodded and stood, moving around and picking up a few more bottles.

“I know what you mean, it’s the same with me and mine.”

******

Back inside, Matt and Missy had come downstairs and were eating when Mike and Paul ventured back inside. Paul and Ashley finally decided to head out, no doubt heading somewhere where they could talk.

After eating breakfast, Matt tossed a few more dirty remarks at the sisters, and, after slapping his own on the ass, they quietly excused themselves.

Sitting down at the table, Mike smiled at his four sisters. “So…”

“Mission accomplished!” Emma yelled, filling the house with cheers.

******

Later that same Sunday, Mike was taking advantage of the warmth and lounging by the pool. The door opened and Emma came out, wearing a small skirt and top, and came to sit by her twin. Mike laughed as she sat down, revealing her naked pussy.

“I see you still don’t have any britches on,” he said, grinning over at her.

“You told me not to,” she said simply, flashing a smile at him.

“Tell her to fuck us.”

Mike laughed again and closed his eyes, basking in the sun.

“Why don’t you come lay by the pool.” he finally said, sensing she was still there.

“Is that a command?” she asked playfully.

“Say yes, and then say, ‘Fuck us’.”

Mike laughed and glanced over at her, marveling at the simple yet sexy way she wore her hair. Mike absolutely loathed short hair, and his sisters knew it. He couldn’t stand it when a girl wore a boyish haircut; it made him think of Liza Minelli, someone he couldn’t find sexy if you paid him. Emma’s was shoulder length, just perfect in his estimation.

“It can be if you want it to,” he said, not giving her the satisfaction.

“Oh come on,” she said, smacking him in the arm. “Do it right if you are going to do it at all.”

Mike laughed and laid back. “Emma, take off your clothes and lay out with me,” he said finally, causing her to laugh.

“What about the neighbors?” she asked.

“They can’t really see into our yard anyway,” he said. He raised himself up on his elbows and peered over at her. “Aren’t you supposed to say ‘Yes Sir’,” he asked.

Smiling again, she stood up and turned to face him. “Yes, sir,” she said, pulling her clothes off quickly and sitting back down on the chair next to him.

Mike couldn’t help but sneak a peek at her every once in awhile, thoroughly enjoying the view.

“Getting a little hot,” she murmured.

He reached over and stood up, a spray bottle of water in his hand, his eyes roaming over her every inch. Her small breasts had all but disappeared, falling into her armpits as most girls’ breasts tend to do when they lay that way.

He moved the spray bottle down to her feet and spraying a gentle mist over her as she grinned up at him, sunglasses masking her eyes. Glistening droplets of water began to bed and trickle down as he sprayed up her legs, spray the triangle of hair at her pussy as well as her thighs, hip bones, moving up to her toned stomach and upwards further still to her nipples, water beading around the small lumps and finally stopping at her shoulders.

“That better?” he asked, sitting back down.

Giggling, she nodded and sighed deeply, enjoying the beads running down her skin. It felt like a hundred tiny frozen fingers tickling her, cooling her off.

Then the door opened and Beth came out, wearing a bikini Mike hadn’t seen on her before. It was miniscule, almost no fabric. She strutted over towards them both and smiled as they both stared, openmouthed.

“I’m guessing ya’ll like it,” Beth said, smiling, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. The suit was green, small elongated rectangles covering the nipples of her perfect breasts, strings running down to a laughably small patch of fabric that barely covered her slit, much less the spot, recently shaved, that normally held a small patch of blonde hair.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“It looks like parts of you ate most of it,” Emma giggled, to which Beth giggled, causing her breasts to shake and a nipple to pop out.

“Geez,” she said, straightening it up and covering herself again.

“We better not tickle you or you’ll be as naked as Emma,” Mike said, smiling. He was getting awfully hot though, and stood, heading towards the pool and quickly diving in as Beth took his seat next to Emma.

“Why are you in here, and not over there, next to the boobies?”

He surfaced and glanced back over at his sisters, both lounging back, letting their different but equally perfect bodies soak up as much sun as they could.

Mike came out of the pool and moved to Emma’s side, reaching for a bottle of sun oil.

“Relax,” he said, and poured some into his hand. He started low, rubbing his hands into her skin, rubbing the oil into her calves and moving upwards, towards her thighs. He moved methodically, never missing a spot, deliberately taking his time. He lifted up her right leg, massaging and coating the thigh in oil, before moving over to the opposite leg. He rubbed across her stomach, across her hip bones and down, running his fingers across her moist pussy lips and venturing a finger inside, pulling it out and moving back up, towards her upper stomach, ribs and sternum, her nipples hardening as he rubbed her skin.