Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Her throat muscles contracted and then finally relaxed several times and then finally allowed him completely in her throat. She bobbed around on his cock for a few seconds, her lips touching the base of his cock, her nose buried in his pubic hair, before she pulled the entire length out of her mouth. A long rivulet of saliva hung from her mouth and she gave him a sexy glance upwards before taking another breath and pushing him deep into her throat again.

Feeling her throat muscles contracting and relaxing around his cock every few seconds drove him to the edge and pushed him over into an abyss of ecstasy. “Coming,” he blurted out. She hurriedly pulled him out of her mouth and held the cock up and began stroking quickly. As he began to cum, she pulled him back down into her mouth, locking her gaze with his.

Mike gasped and began to lose consciousness as he climaxed for the second time. He tried to keep eye contact with her, but the pleasure was too intense and he even lost control of his some of his motor functions. “Sarah!” he barked, the first spurt came as she pumped and hit her mouth. She moaned in pleasure as she opened it, and her brother’s warm fluid filled her mouth again. There wasn’t nearly as much cum as the first time of course, and soon he had stopped. She slowly pulled him from her mouth again and began softly licking and sucking on his sticky cock. Gently, slowly, and lovingly she cleaned it.

“Holy shit, Sarah, don’t take this the wrong way,” he said, finally able to look at her, “but you are damned good at that.”

She smiled at him and reached to take another swig of water. “I’m starting to really love doing this,” she said. “Next time though, you are gonna have to earn it.”

She stood and winked at him, heading off to her bathroom to get cleaned up.

Mike reached over and grabbed his boxers and pulled them on, collapsing into the sheets.

He awoke later that evening, feeling much better. It was already much easier to get out of bed, and he shuffled over to the window. It was night. He’d missed lunch and supper. Opening the door, he saw Sarah, curled up on the couch under a blanket. He went to the kitchen, his stomach growling. Reaching into the fridge, he grabbed a plate of Beth’s leftovers and popped some into the microwave. After a few minutes of hungrily gobbling down the delectable Italian food, he’d finally satiated the growling in his stomach.

He briefly wondered if he should move Sarah, thinking better of it and tucking the blanket close around her shoulders. He quietly leaned over and kissed her, his ribs aching. He knew he shouldn’t watch television, not wanting to wake her up. He knew he was still tired enough to sleep, though, and began to head back to Sarah’s room. The soft pattering of footsteps came from up the stairs. He stopped and peered up into the darkness. Danni appeared and came into the kitchen wearing her customary sports bra and underwear.

“Hey there,” she said, coming in close to him for another hug.

“Hey you,” he said, smiling at her as they embraced.

“Can I make you something to eat?” she asked.

“Nah, I just had some leftovers.” They held each other in silence for a few long moments. He gently pulled away and looked at her. “You ok?”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

She shook her head softly, tears beginning to well up again. His heart felt like it would break into pieces, and he pulled her close again as she began to sniffle. “I’m here whenever you need me, Danni. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He ran a hand through her hair and leaned his face close to her, kissing her on the forehead. He knew she needed someone strong to lean on, to silently be there for her while she worked through her terrifying experience from the night before.

“I was just gonna head back to bed,” he said, leaning his cheek on the top of her head. She was still clutching tightly to his ribs and causing some minor pain, but he didn’t say anything. He would have easily taken another beating to make sure she was ok. He briefly marveled at the corner they had turned. He couldn’t have cared less about her a few days before then, and now, it felt like all he wanted to do was ensure that she was comfortable and safe. “I can stay up and we can talk or something, if you’d like.”

She smiled shaking her head, “That’s okay, but, do you think…”

“What?” he asked softly, unsure if she’d finish her question.

She nuzzled close to him, glad to feel safe under his arms. “Do you mind if I sleep next to you?”

He smiled; it felt like someone had released a bunch of little furry kittens that were blowing kisses into his brain. “Of course you can. Besides, have you seen the size of Sarah’s bed?”