Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike started to reply but was tackled from behind when Matt piled into them. “Hey fuckstick,” Matt said, helping Mike back up.

Emma turned and slapped him hard on his cheek. “He’s still sore from the wreck you ass!” Emma yelled at him.

“Oh come on!” Matt yelled. “Look at him, he’s fine! My boy ain’t no pussy,” he said.

Mike stood and gut punched his best friend. “Yeah, I’m okay you dick,” he smiled.

“Oof, fucker,” Matt said, doubled over. “You and your sister are so damn violent! I’m just so delicate I’m afraid you’ll hurt me one day.”

Emma rolled her eyes at him. “You are kind of a pussy sometimes,” she laughed.

Matt’s eyes traced up and down her body at that moment and she shook her head.

“Goddamn Emma, you look delicious. Lemme have a bit of that!” he said, reaching over and grabbing her ass.

“Do you like taking naps?” she asked, raising her fist up again.

Mike laughed. “Come on you two, lets get to class before you actually start a fight,” he said.

Emma pushed Matt’s hand off her ass and headed to the bathroom, tossing her backpack at him. “Take my bag for me, dickhead,” she called.

Nodding, he turned and slung it over his shoulder. “You’re one lucky motherfucker, bud,” Matt said.

“How do you figure that?” Mike asked.

“You get to sneak a peak at any one of those sweet-ass sisters of your any chance you get. Don’t even try to tell me you don’t get a rise out of that ass,” he said quieter.

Mike smiled briefly, but recovered quickly. “Dude, they’re my sisters.”

“When are you gonna let me get some of one of them,” Matt whispered, a grin on his face.

“Never,” Mike said, putting his arm around him and locking him in a headlock for a second before releasing him as they walked into class.

Taking their seats, they left an open one for Emma directly in front of Matt.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She came in a few minutes after the professor and squeezed past Matt, who took the opportunity to stare at her ass as it slid past him and into her seat. Mike shook his head, laughing quietly.

The professor handed out the test and Emma stood just as the professor sat down, taking her test up and speaking quietly to him, pointing at something on the paper. Mike glanced up and saw the professor’s eyes looking straight down Emma’s shirt, no doubt getting an eyeful of cleavage.

Mike looked at her ass and watched as she moved slightly, causing her skirt to rise a little, exposing her ass and the slightest hint of her pussy. Matt’s eyes were locked on her ass and he even began drooling a little.

Mike took a quick look around the room and noted that nearly every guy in the room was looking at his sister. He chuckled quietly and smiled, knowing that he’d probably be fucking her soon, and confident that none of them would. He liked the feeling that she was taunting them with what they couldn’t have.

Matt shook his head eventually as she stood, thanked the professor and returned to her seat to finish the test.

Mike smiled again and forced his eyes back on his test.

Thirty minutes later he stood and handed in his test, followed a few seconds later by Emma.

Matt came out five minutes later and shook his head. “Damn, I probably should have studied for that shit,” he said.

Mike rolled his eyes and turned to walk to his class. “I’ll see you after class, Emma. Matt, keep your hands off my sister.”

He heard a slap a second later, followed by the sound of Emma slapping him in the face.

Shaking his head, he headed towards his next class, confident that Emma would make Matt behave.

As she met him at his truck a little over an hour later, he unlocked the door and popped it open for her.

“So is that what my Master wanted?” she asked as he climbed in.

“You’re perfect,” he said.

“Damn right she is!”

Emma grinned and wiggled down in her seat. “It made me so wet to think about all those guys watching me, knowing they wanted me but knowing that it was your cock I’d be having later.”

Mike’s gaze widened as she pushed a finger into herself. “Jeez, Emma! Wait until we get out of the parking lot, at least!”

“You just make me so damn horny, ordering me around and stuff,” she purred. “I don’t know how much sharing I’m going to be able to do. You might be having threesomes for the rest of your life if you keep doing to me whatever it is you’re doing.”

She was desperately rubbing her pussy at that point, her breathing heavy as she propped a leg up on his windshield. She moved so he could see better, leaning against the door, which he quickly locked.

Mike fought to keep his gaze on the road as she alternated fingers in her pussy with rubbing her clit.

“Oh god, Mike, I’m going to cum,” she growled, her face flushed.

Mike’s cock was threatening to tear through his jeans and bite something. Emma gasped in pleasure as he adjusted himself, pointing his dick into a more comfortable position.

She convulsed on her fingers, soaked with her feminine juices, a few more times before clearing her throat and adjusting her miniskirt back into place.

“Good lord,” Mike said, glancing over. “You’re one hell of a sexy woman, Emma,” he said. “You might be the sexiest woman on the planet.”

She blushed and smiled at him. “I love you, Mike,” she said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

Mike put his arm around her for the rest of the trip home until a block or two from their house when she slid back into her seat.

He backed his truck into the drive, got out, and opened up the side gate after dropping his backpack inside the house. He headed to the shed and grabbed the tent, tossing it in the back of the truck (where it would probably stay), and then headed back to the shed. He looked around for a few minutes and finally found what he was looking for. He pulled his tackle box from its place under a few boxes and set it outside, peering into the darkness. Several fishing poles followed and were stacked against the tackle box. He brought out a seine, which was basically a two wood poles on either side of a net, and then a throw net, not sure if he would need any of them. He grabbed a few minnow buckets and began unloading folding chairs from the shed.

Several trips later, and with some organizing help from Sarah, who’d come out to help when she saw him pulling stuff out of the shed, and Mike had loaded everything into his truck, including two coolers of food and drinks that Beth had packed.

“I think Emily can ride with you and Emma, and Beth, Danni and I can follow in one of our cars,” Sarah said.

Mike nodded. “That sounds good.”

“I packed your swim trunks and some clothes, they’re in your blue sports bag. You need to go check and see if I missed anything.”

“Thanks,” Mike said. “I will.”

She turned to head into the house, and Mike followed, watching the way her butt wiggled when she walked.

Around an hour later, Emily arrived and they put her bag in with the others in Mike’s truck. He put a few tie downs on the stuff in the back just to ensure they wouldn’t lose anything on the way.

After final bathroom breaks, they all piled in and Mike led the way to the Stuarts’ cabin on the river.