Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Frank got some shots of each of them looking around before they all began to file towards Dana’s bedroom. Peering in, he looked back down the hall at the other guys and pointed to the room and gave a thumbs up. Beckoning them forwards, he entered and moved around the bed quietly.

Dana looked like she was sleeping, albeit on top of the sheets. He gazed at her form laying quietly on the bed. She was on her stomach, one leg bent at the knee and her gorgeous rump presented. She was wearing panties, and the bottom of her camisole hung over her buttocks where Camille had lain it. She looked vulnerable and sexy. The other three moved in behind him and stood around the bed as the cameras were moved to get shots of all the action.

Duncan pointed at Dana and looked at Derrek and Zeke. Both men nodded and immediately pounced on her. Derrek grabbed both of her arms and pinned them down, handing one off to Drake as he came around. Zeke pinned her legs as the young woman began kicking and protesting.

“STOP!” she yelled, struggling.

Duncan ignored her, playing his part, and pulled a knife from his belt. Dana’s eyes went wide as she saw it.

“Please don’t,” she protested, shaking her head. He ignored her and came around near to her face. He nodded at Derrek, who produced a rope and began tying the young teacher’s wrist to the bed. Zeke and Drake followed suit with her feet and other wrist, and soon the young woman was secure and couldn’t move much. Stepping back, they let Camille and Frank get some shots before continuing.

Dana was laying on her back, her eyes wide in mock fear. She appeared to be doing a good job of looking scared.

Camille nodded at Duncan just then, indicating that they had enough footage. He pulled a strip of black cloth from his pocket and leaned over the bed, re-sheathing his knife for a second.

Dana thrashed her head back and forth, so he looked at Derrek who came over and held her down for him. Duncan gently tied the blindfold on her face, covering her eyes while she was being held. As he finished tying it, he peered at the edges and made sure it was tight, but not too tight. Satisfied that she couldn’t see but that it wasn’t hurting her, he pulled another strip of cloth and tied it around her mouth, then took the knife and knelt beside the bed.

The camera close beside him, he leaned in to speak to her in his deep, commanding voice.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Don’t struggle,” he said, his voice deep and rumbling. Looking down at her, he noticed that she was shaking, though from excitement or genuine fear, he couldn’t tell.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she said around the gag, her voice wavering.

He smirked and ran the knife gingerly across the skin of her cheek, careful to not hurt her. She shivered, sighing deeply.

“Did you feel that?” he asked.

“Yesh,” she whispered around the gag in her mouth.

“Yes, Sir,” he corrected.

“Yesh, Shir,” she answered.

“Don’t struggle. I’m just going to cut your clothes free. I don’t want to hurt you, so stay very… very still.” He was still using his deeper voice, leaning close to her.

“Okay…” she started to respond, but then corrected herself, “Yesh, Shir.”

“Good,” he muttered, looking down at her form.

He smiled, slowly running the knife across one of her arms and up to her shoulder. He slid it under the strap of the thin white lingerie that she was wearing and gave it a flick. The strap fell free as he leaned over to snip the other one. He sheathed his knife then and reached down, his warm hands briefly covering her large breasts, causing her to sigh. He could feel the heat from her skin through her camisole and felt her nipples respond to his touch. Pulling his palms away, he smiled and reached up to pinch them through the cloth. She sighed deeply around the gag. Releasing her nipples, he pulled his hands back and watched as they pushed against the silk of her camisole. Smiling at how she was responding, he reached up and pulled the remainder of the loose-fitting nightgown down, exposing her breasts and causing her to gasp in surprise.

Her nipples, small and pink, were erect and standing prominently atop her soft, supple orbs. He reached up with both hands, lifting the edges of the white fabric. With one swift jerk, he ripped it in half down the center causing Dana to gasp in surprise. He smiled as he saw her nipples hardening even more and her chest rising and falling faster and faster.

Taking his knife, he leaned in close again and whispered deeply, “Don’t move.”

She nodded quickly. “Yesh, Shir.”

Carefully, he ran the edge of the knife across her skin, drawing it across her skin and causing her to sigh audibly, shivering in anticipation. He moved it from her shoulders down, across the tops of her breasts and traced around her nipples as she shivered, the eraser sized protrusions tightening and hardening in further in excitement.

Ignoring her soft whimpers, he ran the knife around her voluptuous orbs as she shivered and fought to remain still. He moved lower, running the knife across her quivering stomach, down to the edge of her panties where he cut one strap with a quick flick of his wrist. Dana shivered again as he ran the cool blade across her lower stomach.

Duncan, smiling to himself, quickly snipped the other side of her panties and yanked the remainder off. Taking a second to re-sheath his knife, he sat back as Frank came in close with the camera.

Smiling, he nodded at Zeke, who came forwards quickly and began to kiss at her stomach. She squealed quietly in surprise as she felt his lips and began to struggle. He ignored her and continued to move across her stomach and then up to her breasts, kissing and biting gently. She moaned audibly as he took a nipple in his mouth, her struggling slowing.

Duncan nodded over at Derrek then, as the young man pulled his cock out. He was semi-erect, and Camille called a small halt in the production to attend to his erection.

Duncan smiled and leaned over to Dana. “You okay?” he whispered, loosening her gag.

She smiled and nodded.

“Need some water?” he asked.

She shook her head. He patted her stomach and tightened her gag back.

Camille had moved close to Derrek and was gently stroking his cock, whispering in his ear. He grinned and nodded, and Duncan saw him immediately grow harder in Camille’s expert grasp.

Duncan then glanced over and looked at Kelly. She was hiding quietly in a corner. He smiled at her and then gestured to Drake. Kelly understood immediately and stood, smiling at Duncan and walking over to his long-time friend. He saw her whispering to him and he grinned. Her small hands then worked their way around his body and then into his pants.

Satisfied that their actors were sufficiently prepared or would quickly get there, they started filming again.

Zeke, gently stroking his own erection at the foot of the bed, moved up and began to kiss where they’d left off, his lips taking in Dana’s nipple and causing her to sigh in pleasure.

Derrek, sufficiently erect now, moved up to where her head was and ran the underside of his shaft across her cheek. He took a second to remove her gag, and she shook her head violently. He played his part well, though, and grabbed her head, forcing it towards him. He pushed the tip of his cock against her lips, but she wouldn’t budge. Down below this action, Zeke was moving lower and lower, his tongue and lips caressing and chewing at the pale skin of her lower stomach. He slid one hand under her leg and she offered only token resistance. He pulled it wide and stretched the rope tight.

Dana, focusing on keeping her lips closed, suddenly tried to lower her legs and forced Zeke to push them apart harder. She shook her head and squealed, Derrek holding her face and turning her towards him.

“Open,” Duncan ordered her. “Suck him, or it will go badly for you.”

Dana shook her head, her lips pursed as Derrek ran the oozing tip of his erection across her lips again. He thought she might give in then, but she continued to play her part, shaking her head and keeping her lips closed as Derrek continued to lace them with his pre-cum.

She moaned loudly then, as Zeke had found purchase between her legs and had forced her thighs apart enough to fit his head between them. She whimpered, trying to somehow thrust or wriggle him off of her, but he was methodically slurping at her pussy and she was losing the battle.

Derrek, moaning in pleasure, had finally managed to pry her jaw open enough to slide part of his cock in. Her lips opened as he entered, pursing around him tightly as she sucked gently. Then seemingly remembering her part, she shook her head, spitting him back out. He grabbed the back of her head, his grip tightening in her hair as he forced her to look back at him.

“Fuck,” she moaned, straining against the ropes tying her hands.

Duncan looked down and saw her stomach, taut and quivering and knew she must be having an orgasm. Duncan glanced over and saw his wife on her knees, sucking Drake quietly and getting his cock erect. The two were off camera, and were obviously trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the scene.

He smiled and looked back at Dana. She was straining against her ropes and desperately trying to keep Derrek from her mouth, even as she came. Her breasts were shaking as she quivered from the orgasm, her head thrashing gently to keep Derrek out of her mouth. All the while, Zeke was methodically slurping at her pussy.

Duncan took out his knife and leaned over to quickly cut the ropes holding her feet. He re-sheathed it, turning and quickly freeing her feet as Zeke stood. He continued stroking his cock as he knelt between her legs, rubbing the head against her thigh. She squealed in alarm and tried to kick, but Drake and Duncan moved closer and grabbed her calves, locking them in place with iron grips. She continued to struggle fiercely, but couldn’t get free

Duncan looked between her legs and smiled, feeling better about the situation. Her pussy looked absolutely drenched, so he knew that she was most definitely enjoying what was happening to her. Just then, Zeke slid the tip of his cock across her clitoris and she stopped kicking for a moment, moaning loudly.

Derrek took the opportunity to shove his cock deeply in her mouth, her lips sliding tightly over the shaft. “That’s a good little slut,” he said.

Duncan nodded in approval, and glanced back at his wife. She was back in her chair, watching quietly as Drake came around to the other side of Dana’s head. Zeke was pushing down on both of her thighs, powering downwards into her hungry pussy. She moaned and whimpered, now completely powerless against Derrek’s thrusts into her mouth. She looked like she was taking him completely, and he was definitely enjoying what she was doing.

Drake reached over and yanked her face towards him, his brother’s cock popping free. He stared down at her for a second as her body shook from Zeke’s fucking. She groaned and whimpered again, her body going tense as Zeke pounded another orgasm from her.

Drake didn’t wait for her to be ready though. He reached over again and raised a single hand, slapping her across the cheek. She moaned, turning her face and opening her mouth obediently.

“That’s a good whore,” he said.

He slapped her, causing her to whimper again, her cheek reddening as he thrust forwards. His cock was still shiny from where Kelly had been sucking him off, and slid in easily as she closed her lips around him. Zeke began to slow, and then withdrew, having to stave off his orgasm. Derrek took his place then, kneeling between her legs and beginning to slowly fuck his cock into her. She moaned and spread her thighs as far as she could for him.