Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike glanced over at his other sisters, still dancing together, two or three guys still trying to get them to dance with them.

A girl, slightly drunk, apparently recognized Matt and came over, pushed past Missy and threw herself at her brother.

“Baby!” she yelled. She began to kiss him sloppily, and rub his cock through his pants. “When are we gonna fuck?” she asked.

Matt grinned and pushed her back a bit.

“Shit, whenever you want,” he said, grabbing her ass and pulling her to him.

The drunken girl ground her crotch against his leg as she kissed him unceremoniously again.

Missy rolled her eyes and shook her head at Danni, who could only cover her mouth and giggle. Shifting, she moved close to Mike and leaned over close to him. “So how are you doing?”

Mike shrugged and smiled. “I’m okay,” he said quietly, then motioning to his sisters on the dance floor, he added, “They look like they’re having a blast, though.”

“You can go dance with them, you know. It’s allowed.” Danni looked at him with a playful smile and winked, scooting back to talk to Missy.

“Yeah, what the fuck are you doing here dude? This is so fucking lame. Go out there and grab some of our fuckin’ house pussy, or some other fuckin’ pussy and take us the fuck home, where we can… fuck.”

‘I was wondering where you’ve been,’ Mike thought.

“I’ve been right here. After the four-pop this morning and the quickie at school, I didn’t really think you needed any help. But now… dancing bro? Seriously, turn in your man-card to the first bearded guy you see.”

‘Yeah, yeah,’ he thought dismissively.

Matt and the drunken girl were really getting into it now, and she began to try and put her hand down his pants.

Giggling, Danni nodded at Matt, drawing Missy’s attention. She glanced back at him and then turned back to Danni, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” came a bellow from nearby. “DONNA!”

Groaning inwardly, Mike turned toward the source of the deeply resonant voice, and standing with his arms crossed with an enraged look on his face was a guy that looked like he had been cut from a single upright stone slab. He was tall, well muscled and chiseled, and the look on his face spoke of the mayhem he was threatening to invoke. Matt and the drunk were still tongue locked when the behemoth leaned over and yanked her out of the chair with one hand.

“What the…” Matt said, as he quickly got to his feet. Then, laying eyes on the guy for the first time, he half choked, “Jesus Christ, you’re a big fucker.”

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING WITH MY WOMAN?”

Mike stood with the intention of intervening, but a meaty hand pushed him effortlessly back into his seat.

“Sit down, pretty boy. This is between me and shithead.”

“Look man,” Matt started.

“OUTSIDE, NOW.”

“Fuck,” Mike said.

“Just wait a minute.” Matt said. “She’s drunk, she looked like on old girlfriend of mine and its dark in here… honest, my mistake. I’d buy you a beer, but I ain’t old enough yet,” he said.

Missy was silently furious, partly at her brother, but mostly at the large guy threatening him. She glowered quietly at both of them, at a loss at what to do.

Mike’s other three sisters came over quickly and peered at Mike who was shrugging. The guy looked like he could kick busloads of ass, as well as the bus itself. Mike had Matt’s back of course, but he was seriously hoping that something would defuse the situation before it came to that.

“SON-OF-A-BITCH!” Emma yelled and hurled herself at Matt, who was just as bewildered as the rest of the people staring at the new development, which included most of the club.

“I LEAVE TO DANCE FOR FIVE MINUTES AND YOU START MAKING OUT WITH THIS… TROLLOP?” she screamed, very convincingly.

Swinging as hard as she could, she slapped him with an open hand, hard, across the cheek, causing him to lean forward and rub his rapidly reddening cheek.

“Who you callin’ a trollolol…” the drunken girl slurred, still being held up by her now slightly less angry, but confused boyfriend.

Emma ventured a glance at him, and saw a surprised look on his face. Then turned her attention back to Matt, and blurted, “I’m gonna beat the fuck outta you for this,” she promised, then turned and pretended to storm off.

Matt, wisely before anyone was the wiser, quickly stood and ‘chased’ after her, yelling, “Aw, baby, wait..” and followed Emma out of the room.

Much calmer now, the large guy turned and carried his drunk girlfriend to the door, presumably intent on taking her home, and all that entailed.

“I’m not a trollololpl!” the girl yelled one final time before she was yanked out of the door.

Inhaling deeply, Mike plopped his head into his hands. “Jesus,” he said as Matt and Emma reappeared.

“Is that huge fuck gone?” Matt asked, leery.

“Yes, Dorothy, the bad man is gone,” Missy answered, obviously annoyed with her brother.

“Aww, don’t worry big sister,” Matt assured her, “I would of knocked the fuck outta him.”

“Mmhmm,” she muttered, then added, “Emma baby, don’t step in the bullshit.”

“Besides Matt, wasn’t it you that got the fuck knocked outta you?” Sarah asked.

Grinning at the group, he rubbed his still red cheek and winked at Emma. “Yeah, okay. She got me good.”

Emma grinned and rubbed her hand. “That fuckin’ hurt me too.”

“Think we coulda taken him brother?” Matt asked.

Mike looked at him as if he thought he could breathe underwater or fly. “I think he’d have beaten he fuck out of both of us.”

A hearty laugh later, the group felt back to normal and the girls stood to go dance. Not content to let the guys just watch, they began dragging them towards the dance floor. A popular song came on and the girls began rubbing up against each other again, and then against the guys.

Beth’s perfect breasts were undulating and heaving in front of Mike, Danni was behind him one arm on his shoulder, the bass thumping through them. Mike was transfixed by the sight of Beth’s incredible cleavage, sweaty and shiny, bouncing up and down in front of him. He tried to remain nonchalant about it but couldn’t help but stare.

“Yeah, well, Beth could give a Eunuch a fucking hard on.”

Silently Mike agreed.

“Jesus Mike, that’s your sister,” Missy said, slapping him on the shoulder. Mike tried to shrug it off but just glanced over and smiled.

“Well shit, can you blame me?” he asked and turned back, a wide grin on Beth’s face as she continued to dance with him, tossing Missy a simple smile.

Matt had his arm around Emma, who was dancing up against him. She could feel his cock hardening through his pants and glanced over at Mike. A sudden twinge of guilt flashed through her as he glanced over and a moment of jealousy passed through his own eyes. It was quickly gone, however, and he smiled, winking and then turned back to Danni’s roaming hands and Beth’s incredible tits.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Goddamn,” Matt said, as Sarah came up behind Missy and placed her hand on her hips and started bouncing and gyrating in rhythm.

The DJ said something unintelligible and the crowd cheered, the group following suit.

Beth giggled as Mike turned his attention back to her boobs. “Aww, baby,” she said. “They’re just boobs.”

Mike glanced up and smiled. “Beth, yours could never be ‘just boobs’. Perfect, is the first word that comes to mind. Your boobs, Emma’s ass, just two of the very few perfect things we have in this world.”

Matt moved over and nudged Mike out of the way, who glanced at him, annoyed for a second.

“Come on bro, you can’t hog the cleavage all night,” he informed Mike, which caused the entire group to laugh.

Missy reached for Mike and pulled him close as Sarah rubbed up against her butt.

The song ended and the DJ mixed it into another, slower, a much older song. ‘Closer,’ by Nine Inch Nails, began to thump through the club.

Missy lowered her hips, her crotch briefly touching Mike’s thigh as Emma came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.

He glanced over at Matt, who had his hands all over Beth’s ass, but she was giggling at something funny he said. He was doing a much better job of not looking at Beth’s tits than Mike had done, though he was still not hiding his glances at all.

The minutes passed as the seven of them continued to dance, several guys coming up to dance with the girls, but pretty much being ignored.

“You two know how sexy you look to all the other girls at the club right now?” Missy yelled. “You’ve got five hot girls draped all over you, and all these other guys aren’t making any headway with us.”

Mike looked at her curiously. “So why does that make us sexy to them?”

Missy giggled and leaned in close. “Female psychology stud; they see us all over you and not the other guys, they think there must be something, besides the obvious,” she said, her hand straying to brush against the bulge in his pants. “There must be something about you two that has attracted such a hot group of bitches.”

Mike chuckled as she leaned her head forward, laying it on his shoulder as they continued to dance.