Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

She took a drink of her wine, taking a couple of seconds to think before answering. “Well, I’ve never even been on a date,” she admitted. “Not a real one, anyway, so, I’m not familiar with how to act or react properly, or really what to do.”

He smiled at her. “Well, you’re doing just fine so far. Just pretend that I’m someone that you are attracted to.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard to do.” she said with a smile.

He felt his heart warm at her bold statement.

“What do you expect on a date?” she asked, looking at him.

“She’s fucking with me, right? She can’t be that…”

‘She doesn’t even know you exist,” Mike thought, interrupting the voice, “and I’m still not so sure.’

“Oh, right… wait, what?”

‘Just, shut up’.

“Well, it depends I guess.” he answered, then added, “The first date is usually just to feel each other out, a figure of speech of course. You know, just to get to know each other, which has always been a real odd notion to me I guess, because no one really acts like themselves on a first date. Both people are usually too busy trying to pretend to be someone they’re not, or the person they think their date may be interested in which is the same thing. What usually happens is they both end up making fools of themselves or only succeeding in totally turning off the other person.”

“So be myself?” she asked simply.

“Mostly, yes, you want to be yourself.” he agreed, “First dates are generally pretty easy if you make it simple and you both just take your time. But in the end, it either works out or it doesn’t. And on that note, I don’t know why you’re asking me all this stuff. It’s not like I’ve had a lot of experience dating myself.”

“Well, I don’t really know any other guys I could ask,” she said, “and you are the only one that I’m close enough to, that I can honestly admit I’m attracted to,” she said, lowering her eyes.

“So, what does that mean for your theory?” he asked, reaching out and raising her face to look at him again.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She smiled, seeing his concern. “Well, I’m not sure exactly. I know that every time Emma kisses me I want to… do more.”

“I know what you mean,” Mike said, nodding his head. “She’s so damn persuasive, and even aggressive when she gets turned on.”

Redirecting the same subject, he asked, “What about when I kiss you?” peering at her intently to gauge her response.

“It’s the same.” she answered, “I want to… do more. That’s where my problem lies. I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had any experience. Usually when I have a problem that needs solving I research it, learn all I can about it and determine the most probable course of action that looks to be able to produce the required results. Then I simply execute that course of action to solve the problem. But, I’m afraid I am unable to implement such a process in this case, and I’m unwilling to embarrass myself.”

“Do you remember that day I was cleaning the pool a few weeks ago,” he asked, “and you, Danni, and Emma were laying out?”

“Yeah,” Beth nodded, looking at him curiously. “You were mowing the lawn with your shirt off and finished by using the water hose to cool and wash yourself off before going inside,” she finished, blushing suddenly.

“When I did go inside,” he added, “Sarah made me strip down at the patio door as usual, but this time we had an unexpected mishap, and I accidentally hit her in the face with the erection watching you three had given me.”

Beth burst out laughing, quickly covering her mouth and stifling what she could of her giggles from the rest of the room.

“I’m glad you can see your way clear to spare my feelings,” he said, looking about the room, an amused grin on his face.

“Oh, I am sorry,” she said between laughs. She finally stopped, and took a drink. After a few seconds she looked back up at him again, still smiling. “So, what happened?”

“Well, that was the first day that we were intimate,” he explained. “The point is, sex is awkward at the best of times, and downright embarrassing at the worst. I’m lucky that I’ve found a few girls that don’t think anything of all the mistakes I make, especially in the beginning.”

Beth nodded, understanding.

Their food arrived and the two began to enjoy their meal.

“So, you don’t have any experience with sex?” he asked eventually.

“The only things I’ve been involved in are the activities you and I, or Emma and I have participated in.” she admitted.

“Well, you can ask me any questions you like,” he said, spooning some more of their dinner into his mouth.

Taking him at his word, in a whispered voice, she asked, “Which of our sisters is your favorite?”

Mike nearly choked on his food. Grabbing his drink, he cleared his throat, and swallowed quickly.

“Sorry,” she said, giggling.

He waved his spare hand at her. “Just caught me off guard is all,” he said.

He thought for a few moments. Did he actually have a favorite? It hadn’t even occurred to him.

“I don’t really have one,” he admitted honestly. Then lowering his voice, he went on, leaning in close to keep their conversation private. “They’re all different of course. Sarah gives an unbelievable blowjob. Emma is so athletic, which makes having sex with her very… energetic,” bring his voice down to a whisper, he ended with, “when I make love to Danni, it’s so soft and sensual. It’s like both of our entire bodies are sex organs.”

“Was it Emma’s first time, when you two decided to couple?” she asked very quietly herself.

Mike nodded.

“Did it seem to hurt her?” she asked, a concerned look on her face.