Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“With you, its always slow,” Emma called up to him, and he quickly flipped her the bird as he disappeared around the corner.

As he reemerged downstairs, Emma had clearly conspired with Danni to try and torment him again, as she was standing against the wall, Danni pushing her leg up to her chest.

She glanced over at him briefly and winked as Emma leaned her head back and arched her back, her sports bra stretching against her breasts.

Mike smiled and had to admit that they looked great, Emma was so damn flexible.

“Christ, I’m gonna fuckin’ lose my shit,” a familiar voice chimed in.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good?” Danni asked as she released Emma’s leg.

Emma nodded as she straightened her legs and bent at the waist, her ass pointed directly at Mike, her butt muscles flexing against the Lycra shorts.

“Just bite that fuckin’ thing,” the voice grumbled. “That, or fuckin’ spank it, because honestly, she fuckin’ needs one.”

Mike, clearly enjoying the view, made a few halfhearted attempts at stretching, before tearing his eyes away from Emma’s ass and legs and heading towards the door.

He slowly walked down the steps and to the end of the drive where he started slowly, his muscles protesting as they stretched and retracted. It was going to be a rough run, he knew.

Danni and Emma came jogging up behind him and the around, slowing to match his pace as they saw the discomfort he was in. Danni, clad in a black sports bra and wind shorts dropped back and began to jog in time with Mike, Emma finally slowing enough to pace them.

The sun was climbing higher into the sky and it didn’t look like it would be a very cool day. The warmth settled into his skin and eased some of the tension out of his body. He’d forgotten how good it felt to run. As some of the pain was freed from his muscles, he began to pick up the pace.

After about fifteen minutes, the three rounded the final corner of their usual running route and began to jog down their own street again towards their house. Mike suddenly groaned in pain and clutched at his calf. He didn’t stop himself completely and tripped, crumbling into a heap next to the curb.

“Mike!” Danni called, stopping and dropping down to see if he was okay.

“I’m alright, just a cramp.”

Emma turned and knelt down, offering a hand reaching down underneath his shoulder to help Danni lift him up. He groaned and hobbled forwards, blood dripping from a decent sized scrap on his knee from the pavement.

“That’s gonna feel awesome tomorrow,” he grouched.

He continued groaning as his sisters helped him into the house and up to his bathroom.

Emma began to help him out of his shorts, expecting Danni to leave the room. She glanced over at her older sister who winked at her. Emma suppressed a laugh and shrugged to herself. Danni was pulling Mike’s shirt over his head.

“Lets get that knee clean,” she said, leading him over to the sink.

Emma cast one more glance at her sister and smiled, closing the bathroom door behind her.

Mike grinned down at his sister who was intent on looking at his bleeding knee. He reached down and tugged at her shirt, trying to pull it off.

Danni looked up and giggled at him, seeing his goofy look and clearly reading his intent. “Knock it off, you’ll get blood all over me. Let me at least clean you up before you attack me.”

Mike smiled and released his hold. “Yes dear,” he quipped and sat back on the cabinet as she reached for a wash rag and wet it, dabbing at his bloodied knee.

After a few minutes, she’d gotten as clean as she could and pulled him up off the counter.

“Think you can manage to strip out of those clothes so I can ‘help’ you shower?” she asked grinning up at him as she stepped close and put her palm on his crotch.

Mike felt his cock jump at her touch and he grinned.

“You know damn well I can.”

Danni grinned and peeled off her sports bra, her nipples perking up as they escaped the confines of the fabric.

Mike smiled and quickly stripped completely naked in three seconds, moving up and reaching for Danni who had moved to the shower and turned on the water. She bent down and pulled her running shorts off, along with her underwear as they both moved into the shower.

Mike immediately wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss along her neck, moving upwards to her chin and jaw line towards her lips, slowly moving around until he brushed against their petal softness and she caved, her lips pressing hurriedly against his, almost desperate to touch and caress. He broke the kiss and returned to her neck, his lips gently sucking and caressing the soft skin. She tasted slightly salty from the sweat, but as they moved in the shower, the water washed over them. She gasped from the shock and sensation of his lips and the water on her skin at the same time.

He smiled and descended down her body, kissing her clavicle and shoulder, to her upper arms and down to her breasts, gently nibbling at her erect and sensitive nipples. She was gasping more often now, the water feeling exquisitely refreshing, and Mike’s kisses approaching a heavenly sensation. He moved lower, falling to his knees. He groaned slightly when his injured knee hit the tiled floor of the shower.

“Oh baby, are you okay?” Danni said, suddenly concerned.

Mike glanced up and winked, determined to bring her pleasure. He reached around her body and lifted, his arms knotting and bulging as he lifted her up, placing her calved on his shoulder, as she gasped and reached back, leaning her head and back against the wall, water washing down over the both of them.

Mike glanced up and groaned at the gorgeous site above him. Danni’s neatly trimmed pussy was inches from his mouth, her flexed abs and perfect breasts had rivulets of water running down them, the exposed parts of her flesh had tiny beads of water. All of it created an image that he’d remember for a long time, he knew.

Closing his eyes he gently began to kiss her tender lips, his tongue probing gently into her folds, causing her to gasp quietly. He forced himself to slow down, fighting the urge to do what would feel nice to him, to move fast and rough, and to concentrate on what he knew would drive her crazy, slow, deliberate movements, not wavering or changing. He pulsed his tongue into her and then upwards, bringing the tip against her clitoris before flattening it out and moving it back down, and then up again, against her clit.

Danni felt like fainting from the pleasure she was in, and doubted she’d be able to last long against her brother’s onslaught.