Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Sarah couldn’t deny it either, she needed it as well. “Fuck, I hope he gets better soon,” she griped, grabbing Beth’s hand and heading towards the kitchen.

Danni shook her head and smiled.

Beth reluctantly followed Sarah to the kitchen. Seeing the movement inside, Mike turned and looked inside, seeing Danni. Smiling widely, he winked at her as she shook her head in mock dismay, and mouthed the words “You’re bad!”

“Fucker,” Beth swore, cutting potatoes in the kitchen.

Giggling, Sarah moved closer to her and laid her head on Beth’s shoulder. “He’s not doing it on purpose, Bethy. Besides, I promise I’ll take care of you later.”

“If you don’t, I might just jump him,” she replied, a smirk on her face. “So did you ever name your puppy?”

Tilting her head, Sarah thought for a second. “What are the other puppies’ names?”

“Mine is Einstein, Mike’s is Max, Danni’s is Princess, but I don’t know about Emma,” Beth replied.

After a thoughtful pause, Sarah said, “I like Dumplin’.” She kneeled to pick up the puppy that was nipping at her bare toes. She’d picked the fattest of the five bulldog puppies, and it did indeed look like a fat, mostly white dumpling.

“See? She’s all fat and soft and squishy, like a dumplin’!” Sarah said, with a goofy smile.

Beth giggled and leaned over to nuzzle the puppy, which licked her nose in response. “You’re a goofball,” Beth snickered.

Sarah set the puppy back down on the floor and turned to finish the rest of supper.

A little later, Emma and Mike finished their workout and came back inside.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Hey Em, what did you name your puppy?” Beth yelled as the two walked towards the kitchen.

Shrugging, Emma came into the kitchen, her body slick with sweat, and opened the refrigerator and grabbed the cartoon of orange juice, taking a very manly swig directly from the cartoon and drawing a scowl from Sarah.

Swallowing deeply, she handed the jug to Mike, who followed suit. “I don’t know, honestly. I was thinking about naming him/her after one of my favorite athletes, I just can’t think of any good ones.”

“What about naming him after the Aggies, or maybe just the mascot,” Sarah suggested, putting a dish into the oven.

“Reveille?” Emma asked, but shook her head quickly after.

“Their mascot is the Aggie I thought,” Beth said, a quizzical look on her face.

“It is,” Mike clarified. “They are the Texas Aggies, but their mascot is a Border Collie named Reveille.”

“Why that name?” Beth said, still looking slightly confused.

“They’re all named that,” Mike said. “It’s a tradition.”

Beth resumed cooking. “The Aggies and their traditions,” she said, shaking her head.

Chuckling, Mike turned to Emma. “What about Stink-ass, after what you did to me yesterday. I had to go shoot cologne directly into my nose to get the smell out.”

“No, and you deserved it, fuck-ass,” Emma said, slapping him on the arm. Emma’s puppy came over to her then and desperately tried to get her attention, finally resorting to chewing on her toes.

“Yeah, maybe,” Mike said. “Who would have thought…”

“Ouch, you little shit,” Emma yelped as the dog bit sharply into her toe.

“Winner winner,” Mike said, laughing. “You Little Shit,” he said, clapping his hands and laughing. “That’s it right there.”

All four sisters laughed at the idea of calling the dog You Little Shit. Shrugging, Emma gave in after a few minutes of begging, laughing, and bribing.

“Fine, we can call it You Little Shit,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Sarah giggled and came over. “We’re just kidding sweetie, you can name it whatever you want. It’s your puppy.”

“I’ve got a few suggestions for you,” Mike said, a playful smile on his face. “Barktimus Prime, or maybe Fugly, or how about…” he said, falling quiet when she shot him a go-to-hell look.

Thinking quietly for a few moments, Emma finally smiled and snapped her fingers. “I like Biscuit.”

“Biscuit, Dumplin’, Max, Princess, and Einstein,” Beth said, smiling. “It’s not a clever play on words for all five, but they’re great, just the same.”

Danni nodded. “I’m just curious why two are named after food. Are you two that hungry right now?”

Sarah threw an onion slice at her. “Princess?” she asked.

Giggling, Danni blushed a bit. “I know, I know,” she said shrugging.

As evening came and supper was finally ready, Mike came back downstairs from a nice cold shower. The girls were already seated as he took his place and the food began to get served.

“So, how’s your memory?” Beth asked, looking hopeful.

Mike shrugged, “Oh, about the same,” he said, not daring to glance at Emma or Danni. “I remember stuff from a year ago, and everything recent, just not anything else.”

“Fuckin’ jackass,”the voice snapped. “We could be fuckin’ RIGHT NOW, but NOOOOO.”

Mike ignored it and dove into his meal.

As dinner ended, Mike, Danni, and Emma all went to get ready for the movie and Beth could barely contain her anticipation. “I’m gonna lose it, Sarebear,” she said impatiently.

“Calm down, honey,” her older sister responded. “We’ll have plenty of time.”

They seemed to be deliberately taking their time.

‘Damn them!’ Beth thought, and she felt an almost unbearable urge to run upstairs and jump her brother, or her sister, or even both for that matter. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally began to file out the door and all hopped in Mike’s truck.

“Oh my god, fucking finally,” Beth said as the lights of the truck flicked on and the engine roared to life.

Giggling, Sarah continued washing her dishes. “Just let me fin…” she started, but didn’t get any further. Beth had come up behind her and grabbed her from behind, wrapping her arms around her smaller sibling.

“You are so going to pay for getting me all hot and bothered earlier,” Beth whispered, hands moving to Sarah’s breasts, squeezing them and pinching a nipple.

Turning Sarah around, Beth quickly met her lips and kissed her deeply. Sarah whimpered softly as Beth pulled her close, her tongue pushing inside her sister’s mouth. Sarah gently untied her apron and pulled it over her head, breaking the kiss for a moment to finish removing it, before lifting both hands up and pulling her younger sister back into a deep kiss.

It was Beth’s turn to whimper as Sarah’s fingers began to dance on the back of her neck, sending tingles all the way down her body. Everything in her body was screaming at her to tear off all of Sarah’s clothes. She tried to stop the urges, but they were so strong. She could control this thing, whatever was taking her over at the moment.

‘I can do this!’ she vowed, steeling her resolve.

Running a hand down the back of Beth’s neck and then around the front, Sarah pushed her own tongue back into her sister’s mouth, whimpering softly again as Beth pulled her tight.

Breaking the kiss suddenly, Beth pulled Sarah out of the kitchen and towards the downstairs bedroom.

Pushing the door open, Beth led Sarah in and kicked it closed behind them, pushing her up against the wall and ripping the shirt from her body.

“Good Lord Bethy,” Sarah said, breathing heavily, her nipples erect in the dim light of the room, her chest heaving in anticipation.

Grinning wickedly, Beth began to kiss slowly down Sarah’s neck, her movements excruciatingly slow and deliberate, with gentle nibbles and pinches where she went. As she reached the collarbone, she planted a velvet kiss on Sarah’s shoulder, moving down an arm and then across, skipping her breasts for a moment and drawing a moan of tortured disappointment from Sarah.

Grabbing Sarah’s left nipple, Beth began to gently squeeze and twist, never letting go but not squeezing painfully, just enough to fill it with blood and send electricity across Sarah’s body. “Fuck, that’s nice,” Sarah murmured, and she could feel Beth smile as her tongue moved across the opposite shoulder. As Beth moved across to her arm, she continued downwards to Sarah’s elbow and forearm, to her wrist, and finally to her fingers, sucking them into her mouth. A moment later, Beth moved on to the stomach, kissing above the waistband of Sarah’s shorts.

Gently biting and drawing a giggle from Sarah, Beth moved across her soft stomach towards her breasts, where her hand was still softly tweaking and pinching a nipple. Raising up slightly, Beth brought the opposite breast close, and softly blew a breath of air across the surface, the tiny hairs poking up and her nipple hardening visib