Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike handed her a plate and passed out the rest, his eyes roaming Beth’s cleavage. Danni came downstairs at that point, but had to turn back upstairs to cover a cough and a laugh at her younger sister’s wardrobe choice. She came back downstairs red-faced, a curious smile plastered on her lips.

Mike was a rock, however, playing his part perfectly, though how much he was actually having to play was debatable. He couldn’t help but keep glancing over at his blonde haired sister, bending low over the table to serve food to her siblings. Sarah came out of the laundry room at that moment and found her seat, thanking Beth as if nothing were out of place, Danni and Emma following her example as they were served.

Finally sitting, Beth glanced over as Mike spooned gravy over his mashed potatoes. “Chicken, Mike?”

Mike nodded in response.

“Breast or thigh?” she asked, an innocent look on her face.

Emma couldn’t help but laugh for a second, coughing it down with a quick drink of water.

Mike was less lucky as he coughed, sending mashed potatoes careening back into his plate.

Taking a drink, Mike cleared his throat and apologized. “I’ll have the boobs-er, the breasts,” he coughed.

Danni giggled and took a drink, followed quickly by Emma. Both were clearly having a rough time maintaining their cover.

Beth smiled and grabbed some food for herself after putting a chicken breast onto Mike’s plate.

“There you go, baby. Dig in guys,” she said, grabbing her spoon.

Quiet followed for ten or so minutes, broken only by the sounds of the five siblings eating.

Inside Mike’s head, the voice was calling him a “Fucker,” over and over again, begging him to reach over and bury his face between Beth’s perfect mounds.

Mike couldn’t disagree that it was a great idea, but steeled his resolve and limited himself to a few dozen glances at her bouncing globes every few seconds. Beth was playing the innocent flirt perfectly, to her credit, focusing completely on eating and acting completely oblivious to Mike’s stares.

Mike began to get lost in the perfect roundness and firmness of her pale bosom, staring longer and longer and eating less and less, almost seemingly hypnotized.

“Jesus man, pace yourself,” the voice finally said.

Mike shook his head and cleared his thoughts, looking up to see if he’d been seen ogling Beth. All four of his sisters were staring at him, curious smiles on their faces. Mike couldn’t help but blush, and lowered his head back to resume eating.

Emma stood then and moved as if to go refill her glass and seemingly tripped, the water from her glass flying. She steadied herself on the table and covered her mouth. “I’m so sorry Bethy,” she said.

Mike looked up. Beth’s perfect breasts technically still covered, but were clearly visible through the water-soaked shirt she was wearing. Emma’s aim had been perfect.

“Oh for fuck’s sake that’s the last fucking straw. Fuck her, fuck her right now damn you!”

Sarah and Danni were suddenly both very interested in the food on their plates, laughter clearly being suppressed.

Emma moved quickly to the cabinet and grabbed a handful of dishtowels, taking one and moving quickly to Beth, who was sitting, looking stunned. Emma rubbed the towel across her face and neck and down, pushing down on the shirt and drawing water into the towel. Beth’s pale skin slid out of the wife-beater and a pink nipple appeared for a brief second as Emma rubbed the towel across it, moving quickly to the other breast and repeating the move almost exactly.

“I’m gonna take over if you don’t get in there!”

Mike shook his head and forced his gaze lower, swearing to keep it on his food. Three seconds later his gaze shifted back up involuntarily and back to Beth’s rack. Finally, Beth stood and grabbed a few towels from the stack that Emma grabbed and they both fell to the floor, wiping at the water puddle. Emma strategically placing her ass towards Mike, and Beth’s globes swinging in his direction.

“Oh, she better fuckin’ get it tonight dude. Your twin is in big trouble man, big trouble.”

‘Again, you and I agree,’ Mike thought back.

“IT’S ABOUT TIME! Honestly man, they are way better at this revenge shit than you are!”

Mike managed to direct his eyes back to his plate for most of the rest of dinner, and was thankfully relieved when Sarah asked about camping plans for the weekend.

“We can leave tomorrow when everyone is ready,” he said. “I talked to Matt, he and Missy are good to go and said that their mom and dad are fine with us using the cabin.”

“Yay!” Sarah said with a girly little clap, a smile dancing its way across her face. “It’s just been so long and I’m looking forward to it,” she smiled.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“So are y’all actually planning on sleeping at the river or at the house this time?” he asked. “Should I even pack the tent?”

Matt and Missy’s parents owned a small rock house that sat on the edge of a hill overlooking the river. It had been his father’s father’s and while they’d used it a lot in their youth, it was now mainly just something that Matt and Missy had to keep mowed and cleaned. It was always good for an impromptu party, and was a popular hangout in high school. The house itself was rather small. It had two bedrooms, each with a double bed, plus a large pull-out couch in the living room. It had a small kitchen with an electric stove and a small dining area.

While Matt, Emma, and Mike had never had a reason to stay inside the house, Danni, Beth, Sarah, and Missy had always stayed in the house, so it was a wonder why they even called it camping in the first place. The three outside usually just slept next to each other in sleeping bags, pillows thrown down on the ground around a campfire. Mike was inevitably asked to bring the tent every time, and it ended up being erected and never used, save to hold clothes and other valuables if it started raining.

Emily had never actually gone camping with them before leaving for California. Her mother, before leaving, had been really strict, and Emily had practically hated Matt in high school. Mike had texted her, though, and she’d been all for going. His sisters, now that was another matter.

“I think I’ll watch the puppies in the house,” Danni said with a smile.

“You know I’m not going to be sleeping outside with the bugs,” Beth said, sitting back down. Her shirt was still damp and clinging to her, her nipples as hard as diamonds and threatening to burst through the shirt.

Emma, seeing Mike’s eyes darting from his plate to her chest, must have decided to spare him some misery and quickly retrieved a shirt from the laundry. She came back carrying a blue shirt of Mike’s, something slightly more waterproof.