Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“Goddamn I love me some bikinis,” he called. Missy flipped him off and Mike’s sisters smiled but ignored him. He leaned over and offered Mike a hand up out of the water. “By the way, when are you gonna let me get some of that?”

Mike shook his head and pulled, sending Matt tumbling into the water with a yell of protest, the girls all laughing as Emma and Emily tried to help him on to the bank. He made a show of tripping “accidently” and grabbed a hold of Emma’s shirt, his hands groping her breasts.

“Oops,” he said to Emma.

She slapped him upside his head and pushed him back down into the water.

“Dumbass,” Mike laughed at him.

The four that had come out of the cabin all moved out onto the long L-shaped dock and set up their lounging chairs. The trees hung out far over the water, but Matt, Mike, and Matt’s dad had added on to the end of the dock when the girls got old enough to want some place to tan.

“Ah hell, they ain’t gonna swing,” Matt called as he climbed out of the water yet again. “You wanna set up that trot line now or later,” he asked Mike, as the girls all began to get situated.

“We’ve got time yet, lets do it later.”

The girls were talking amongst themselves but kept looking back at the Mike and Matt. Finally, Missy turned and looked back. “Mike, do you think you can control my brother enough for us to take our tops off to tan?”

“SAY YES, SAY YES, HURRY!”

“Hell no,” he replied, “I’ll give it a shot, though.”

“I’ll beat his ass if he tries to come over there,” Emma said as she walked past followed by Emily. They headed towards the dock and joined the other girls.

“Aw, hell, I’ll behave,” Matt said as he headed toward the cabin.

Mike couldn’t help but glance over as tops began to come off. The girls were all facing away from shore, towards the tree covered shore on the opposite side of the river. He could still see Beth’s mounds falling to the sides of her torso slightly.

“Mmm, sideboob.”

Mike cleared his throat as Emma took her top off, facing him for a moment and then turning as she sat.

“You know she did that shit on purpose.”

‘Yes, of course she did,’ he thought.

He was caught off guard, however, when Emily pulled her top off and tossed it onto the deck as she turned to sit in the chair. She had nice sized breasts-slightly bigger than Emma’s-that bounced when they were freed from the light blue shirt. Mike shook his head and headed inside.

Matt was sitting down on the couch with a beer in his hand. He leaned over at Mike entered and tossed him one. The room was quiet for a few minutes, save for the sounds of the two men drinking and the house settling.

“Fuck this,” Mike finally said, standing and heading towards the door. “I told them I’d make you behave. I never said I would,” he said.

“That’s my boy!”

Matt laughed out loud and followed his friend out the front door. “Rope swing?”

“Rope swing,” Mike confirmed.

The two men walked out of the cabin and quietly walked towards the huge pecan tree to which the swing was tied. The swing was tied high in the tree, but secured with a rope to another tree at the top of the hill. One could swing from the top of the hill, all the way down into the water about ten feet to the left of the dock. Mike climbed the tree to where Matt was holding the swing and pulled back, leaping off the hill and swinging towards the water with a loud yell.

The girls all turned as Mike came soaring by and sailed out into the river. He let go too late and flailed in the air hilariously before landing on his back with a loud smack.

He surfaced groaning a few seconds and swam gingerly towards the dock, no longer interested in seeing breasts. The girls were gasping for breath they were laughing so hard, and Matt had fallen out of the tree up on the hill, clutching at this stomach.

“Dumbass.”

Beth stood and came towards him, apparently oblivious to the fact that her perfect breasts were inches from her brother’s face as she helped him out of the water.

“You okay baby?” she asked between laughs.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” he said. “Nothing hurt but my pride.”

Emily, Missy and the other girls were covering their breasts, but Mike wasn’t looking. He went to sit on the end of the dock and rest. Matt finally came down the hill and pulled on the small retrieval rope attached to the swing and pulled it back up the hill. A few seconds later he went sailing out past Mike and landed relatively correctly in the water. He came up swearing, however and swam quickly towards Mike.

“What’s wrong?” Mike asked, between winces.

Matt didn’t answer him but didn’t get out of the water. The girls were covering up their breasts but eventually gave up trying to hide them once they saw that the boys weren’t going to leave.

“They’ve seen them before,” Emma said finally and dropped her hands, her nipples pointing skyward.

Missy turned and glanced at her, shrugging. “True enough,” she said, dropping hers as well.

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“What have y’all been doing while I was in California?” Emily asked with a giggle.

The girls laughed, realizing that she hadn’t been at the party with Paul and Ashley.

“We had a party that got a little crazy not too long ago,” Danni said.

“We did?” Mike asked, pretending not to remember.

His sisters all looked at him curiously. “That’s right, that was before the accident,” Sarah said at length.

“Yeah, it was a barbecue and swimming party. We all got drunk and took our tops off in the hot tub playing truth or dare.”

“Well hell, lets play that shit again,” Matt said, climbing out of the water.

“Matt! What the hell?” Missy yelled as her naked brother climbed out of the water the rest of the girls laughing and Mike shaking his head and smile on his face.

“Yeah, I forgot to tie my suit,” he said, heading up to the cabin. “It’s still out there in the river somewhere.”

“Forgot, my ass,” Missy yelled.

The afternoon wore on and the sun dripped below the trees. Mike and Matt spent about an hour in the mid afternoon with nets catching grasshoppers and other insects for more bait for the trot line, and Emma showed Emily how to fish for perch with an old cane pole.

As afternoon turned into evening, Mike and Matt pulled the old boat tied to the backside of the dock around and started the small trolling motor, tying one end of the trot line to one of the exposed roots of a huge oak tree hanging low over the water. Slowly, methodically, they strung the line out over the river as the crickets, frogs and fireflies began their evening song and light show, baiting it as they went, tying empty milk jugs in a few places to keep the line afloat. They reached the opposite bank and tied it to another low hanging tree and headed back to shore.

“With any luck, we’ll have catfish tomorrow night,” Matt said as they came back up to the cabin. Emma had busied herself with building a campfire down near the edge of the river and the other girls were roasting hotdogs and marshmallows.

“Y’all hungry?” Missy asked as they approached and warmed themselves by the fire.

“Yeah,” Mike said, grabbing a bun and taking the hotdog she offered him. “Thanks,” he said.

“Yeah, I knew Mike always was a fan of wiener,” Matt said.

“I think he’s calling you gay,” the voice offered.

‘You don’t say,’ Mike thought.

He pulled up a chair and grabbed a soda from the cooler his sister had brought out of the house.

“So what do you y’all wanna do tonight?” Emma asked, after everyone had their fill of food, though Matt was still noisily munching on chips.

“Truth or dare sounded fun,” Emily smiled.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Hell, I don’t care, it always ends up with one of y’all topless so I’m easy.”

Missy rolled her eyes and went back to talking quietly with Sarah.

“Alright Emily,” Beth said, “Truth or dare.”

“Oh! Me first?” she asked, surprise evident on her face. “Um, truth, I guess.”