Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Eventually, she turned and settled down against the arm of the couch, pushing her feet under his thigh to keep them warm. He smirked.

“So did you guys finally do it?” she asked, taking another sip.

He smiled and nodded.

“And?” she asked. “Was it everything you’d dreamed?”

He chuckled. “It was wonderful,” he said. “We both orgasmed at the same time.”

“Aww,” she said. “How romantic!” She fiddled with her shirt a little, pulling it down.

“Did you and John have some more of your weird sex?” he asked, trying to focus.

“Hell yes we did,” she answered quickly. He took a foot from under his thigh and began to rub it with one hand. She sighed happily and plopped it in his lap. “I told him all about how much I sucked your cock and how much you came.”

He smirked. “And he likes that?” he asked.

She nodded. “You saw us the other day. I insult him and tell him he’s pathetic and how much I want a bigger dick, and he gets as hard a steel and can last for hours. Plus, when I talk back and don’t tell him what he likes, he spanks me!”

He chuckled. “I take it you like that?”

She nodded. “Oh yeah,” she confirmed. “If you spank me while I’m being fucked, it sends like… impulses of pleasure straight to my pussy.”

Smiling, he rubbed her foot a little more, running his fingers through the toes and across the bottom.

“So…” he started to say, pulling the other foot out and letting her shove the first back under his thigh, “Why were you like… exaggerating and lying about what actually happened?”

She looked at him curiously. “How do you mean?”

“Well, it was you that did all the accosting,” he said. “I didn’t make you suck me off.”

She smiled, catching his meaning. “Oh, that’s part of what he likes,” she explained. “See, John has this fetish that he’s got this gorgeous girlfriend that he can’t pleasure, and so like… she goes to find someone else to take care of it for her, but then she has second thoughts. You know?” she asked, looking at him. “So then when she has these second thoughts, the guy she went to find isn’t having any of it, and takes her.”

Dexter nodded, listening intently.

“What you heard was just a variation of his favorite fantasy. He’s a die-hard cuckold,” she said.

“Cuckold?” he asked.

She explained what it was. “He had to explain it to me. Basically, he’d rather see me get fucked… I mean really just… good and fucked… like… really, really hard, than actually fuck me himself. He’s said his most powerful orgasms are when he’s seen me with another guy and been forced to jerk off while watching me. He gets off on being demeaned. Just search for cuckold on a porn website,” she said. “You’ll understand,”

Dexter was dumbfounded. “I can’t imagine…” he said, trailing off.

She shrugged. “I love the weirdo,” she said. “Plus, I get to have sex a lot!”

“So, how many guys does he make you have sex with?” he asked.

She looked over at him. “Like at once?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, in total, retard.”

“Oh,” she said, giggling. “Two so far,” she said. “Both of them were friends of his and it’s strained their relationship now. It’s a little odd seeing a guy you’ve known for awhile turn into a total pussy in the bedroom.”

Dexter chuckled. “I can see how that would definitely affect things.”

“We’d been hoping that Jessie would find a steady boyfriend that had a real hammer in his pants,” she said with a grin. “I guess we struck gold on that one.”

He smiled. “As long as Jessie and I are okay,” he said. “I’m happy to roger you senseless.”

She giggled. She turned and looked at him with a playful look on her face. “If you really want to help me,” she said. “Treat me like I’m yours.”

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She nodded. “Like in everything. Kiss me hello and goodbye before you greet him. Tell me to go get you a beer, or to rub your feet. When you demean me, it demeans him even more to have to sit there and listen to it,” she said.

He chuckled. “So I’ll be helping you turn him on, by proxy?”

She giggled. “Well, you can think about it like that if you want to, but I’d have thought you would prefer to have a girlfriend with a roommate that sucks your cock or does whatever you want when you tell her to.”

“Yeah, but my girlfriend already does that,” he pointed out.

She pouted for a moment. “What guy would turn down more blowjobs? I mean wouldn’t it be sexy to be sitting there watching TV with me and John, me in John’s lap, or holding his hand and you just tell me to come over to you and sit in your lap, or force me to the ground and start fucking me, or make me take a load in my mouth? Besides,” she said. “I can give you something else. Two things, actually.”

He turned and looked at her. “What’s that?”

“First, I promise not to assist getting Jessie into situations like the one with John and the massage,” she said. “That is unless you want me to.”

“And second?” he prompted, ignoring the last part.

She smiled. “My ass.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She nodded. “I know it’s odd, but I don’t let John fuck me in the ass. It’s another way of demeaning him. I’ll tell him that you’re the only one that gets to fuck me there, and that you get first pick over him to do… like… sex things with me.”

He chuckled. “So, eloquent,” he said.

She giggled. “Oh shut up. Do we have a deal?”

He smiled. “Of course,” he said.

Smiling happily, she switched ends of the couch and leaned over onto his shoulder. “You’re the best.”

He chuckled. “Well, I do try.”

She slid back to a sitting position and clicked on the news. A little while later, John emerged, looked at them blearily, went to the bathroom, and then disappeared back into the bedroom without a word.

“He’s not a morning person,” Donna explained.

Dex nodded. “Neither am I,” he replied. “At least until I have my coffee.”