Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“I’m helping you, doofus. I’ve seen you naked hundreds of times, we’re twins remember.”

Mike eyed her suspiciously over his shoulder and sighed, releasing his hold on his shorts.

Grinning to herself, Emma turned him around and pulled down, “accidently” pulling his boxers with the shorts and leaving Mike covering his manhood, clad only in socks.

“Wow, nice socks,” Emma teased.

“Eat it,” Mike said, heading to the shower. The steam from the hot water was filling the bathroom.

“Hurry up, I need one too,” she said, as he clicked the door closed. Mike groaned from the shower as the water hit his back and shoulders. It felt incredible, but the ache from his muscles was too much and he started to exit.

Emma had peeled her shorts off and was clad in her sports bra and panties, her sweat slicked body gleaming in the bathroom light. Mike groaned again, not from the aches this time, however.

Emma turned and feigned a look of concern. “Still sore, bro?” she asked.

Mike nodded, reaching for a towel and starting to exit the shower.

“Wait, nasty ass! You didn’t even shower yet!” Emma yelled. “Just stay there, I’ll help you, Jesus.”

Mike tried to say something to decline the offer, but all that came out was another groan as a pain shot through him. ‘Maybe working outside all day wasn’t such a great idea,’ he thought.

The door opened wider, and Emma, still in her sports bra and underwear and holding a washcloth, stepped in.

“Turn towards the water,” she said, reaching for the soap bottle. Mike nodded, still covering his dick and faced away from her. He was grateful that she’d kept her clothes on, at least. Mike felt the washcloth begin to rub down his body, and truthfully, it felt extremely nice. Emma seemed to be massaging him while she washed him down and cleaned his body. Her hands moved from his head and neck down to his shoulders, back and finally his buttocks.

“Here,” she said, reaching for his hand and putting the washcloth in it. “Wash your own ass,” she said exiting the shower and grabbing another washcloth.

She stopped just outside the door as Mike tossed the washcloth into the basket, having finished washing what she’d said. “Thanks for the help,” he said, starting to pull the shower closed.

“I’m not done yet, genius,” she said, hopping into the shower again. Mike groaned again. Emma bent down and washed Mike’s legs, her fingers rubbing the soapy rag over his sore muscles, kneading and pushing as she cleaned the sweat away. “Turn around,” she said.

Mike obeyed, but kept his hands covering his groin.

“Here, hold this for a second,” she said, holding out the rag. Mike grabbed it with one hand and swore softly to himself she began to reach up and peel off her own top.

“Em, what the hell…” he said.

“What, I’m soaked and this thing is starting to constrict. You’ve seen me naked,” she retorted.

Mike closed his eyes for a second, but opened them again quickly and found himself staring down at her small apple sized breasts, her nipples erect. She turned to the side and began to peel off her soaked panties, tossing both over the shower door.

“There, much better,” she said. “Turn towards me,” she commanded, snatching the rag from his hand again and reaching for the soap.

Mike tried to close his eyes, or tear them from her body but he was transfixed. If she noticed him gawking at her, she didn’t say anything.

She began to scrub him down again, starting at his shoulders, moving downwards from his neck to his chest and to his stomach, then to his sides and back up.

“Lift your arms,” she commanded, intending to wash his armpits. Seeing his hesitation, she reiterated her command. “Lift!”

Sighing, Mike did as he was told, his semi-erect cock flopping out from his grasp and bobbed up and down. Emma smiled to herself and began to wash her brother, running the rag in his armpits and scooting as close as she could while she scrubbed, moving back over his chest as the warm water cascaded down around them. She squirted some more soap and lowered herself to her knees as she began to wash his legs, seemingly oblivious of the cock bouncing upwards as it hardened, barely two inches from her face. Mike lowered his arms and tried to cover his dick up again, but it wasn’t having any of that nonsense and poked out from behind his fingers.

“Sorry,” she said as she suddenly reaching up with the rag and grasped his cock, stroking the soapy cloth over it, and then down, underneath to wash his balls. She seemed to ignore the look of consternation on his face and continued to stroke, pretending to wash.

Mike was torn between pleasure and embarrassment, between was seemed wrong but felt so right. Emma continued to slowly stroke him as she stood up and moved close to him.

“My turn,” she said, withdrawing her hand from his rock hard cock and handing him the rag. She turned around and stood, her ass brushing against his bobbing cock. When he didn’t respond, she turned and nodded her head. “Soap, rag, water, wash. I cleaned you, now you return the favor. We’ll call it even.”

Mike, desperate to try and think about something other than Emma’s hand on his cock, or her face two inches from the tip, gladly squirted some soap onto the cloth and began to scrub her down, moving down her body and to her ass. As he continued to scrub, she noticed how long he was taking cleaning her buttocks and giggled.

“I think my ass is clean now,” she said, and turned. “Now the front.”

Mike, not thinking clearly, moved forwards and reached for more soap. As he did so the tip of his cock pushed forwards and brushed against Emma’s pussy, touching just briefly before coming to a stop in her pubic hair.

Mike, his brain overloaded, stood stupidly, his cock brushing gently against his twin, his arms holding soap and a rag.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“You gonna finish me?” Emma asked.