Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Duncan stared up at the ceiling as he thought about the ever alluring Molly and her husband, Drake. He inadvertently smiled when he thought of the nurse-turned-housewife and her lawyer husband. They had been he and Kelly’s closest friends before all of this had started and had remained so throughout. They didn’t get to spend nearly the amount of time with them that they wanted, but that was mostly because they had a kid. They always had Dana or one of the neighborhood teenagers available to babysit, but with most people not able to attend, it really wasn’t all that worth it, and the rest of the group didn’t blame them.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Drake had taken Dana and Derrek on a few vacations that summer with he, Molly, and the kiddo. Drake and Molly had assured he and Kelly that they’d be coming back to the group as soon as September hit and their load lightened up.

Dana, Molly’s younger sister, had the summer off and had spent it dating. She’d gone out a few times with Derrek, but the two had ultimately decided to remain friends and fuckbuddies. She felt it was too weird with their siblings being married. She was a teacher by trade, so she had the summer off. She was one of the few that was steadfast about coming to the Saturday party when it actually did meet over the summer, even while she was dating. She was actually seeing someone now, Duncan knew, but had yet to bring him to the parties or really even tell him about her alternate lifestyle choices. He hoped for the best for the young teacher but didn’t think it would work out. It took a lot for a guy to be okay with this type of lifestyle, he knew. Dating while doing it was nearly impossible for most people. Mark and Becky were amazing at it, and he knew how rare they were.

Derrek was around as well and had let everyone know that he’d had a couple of dates with someone other than Dana. The girl that he was seeing seemed to be open to the idea, but still wasn’t sure. He’d told the group that he really liked the girl and was prepared to have to stop coming if she wasn’t a fan of the lifestyle.

Duncan couldn’t help but feel a special connection with the young man, and with his brother, Drake, as well. They’d been the first men that he’d trusted to be with his wife, a woman that only he had been with before and that he loved more than anything else in the world. They hadn’t abused that trust, and her first time outside of their marriage had been incredible for all involved. He truly hoped that the young man would come back, new girlfriend or not. Kelly really liked him, and being the youngest and the most fit, he had more stamina than Duncan and the rest of the guys, except possibly for Zeke.

Laying there, enjoying his wife’s warmth in the early morning light, Duncan sighed quietly, contentedly. Kelly quietly whimpered in her sleep, and then there was an odd sound. Right on his crotch, a low rumble vibrated the front of his boxers. He quietly covered his mouth, stifling a laugh as he realized that she’d just farted on him in her sleep!

To top it off, his adorable wife moaned in pleasure as if it had been uncomfortable or painful to hold it in. She sighed deeply and then started snoring again. Duncan lay still, quietly vibrating with laughter as warmth started to spread across his crotch. Finally, not able to stand it any longer, he turned and slid from the bed, grabbing his pillow and falling to his knees to bury his face in it and laughing. After twenty seconds, he stood quietly and set the pillow down. Turning, he looked over at his wife and saw that she was still in the same position.

Grinning, he turned and quietly left the room, chuckling all the way into the kitchen, where he started a pot of coffee. He turned a half-circle, looking for their live-in sex toy and maid, but didn’t see her.

Danielle had been quite the addition to his house. She was like the salt you put on something to make it better. She always seemed to know when her presence was desired, and when it should be just Duncan and Kelly. She was always ready for sex and had a way of convincing the two of them of it, even when they weren’t totally into it.

Every morning that she could, she would come into Duncan and Kelly’s room and wake the two of them up with oral sex. She would start with Kelly and had gotten to where she knew exactly what the redhead wanted from her tongue and could make her come in just a few minutes. Afterwards, she would slide over and start sucking on Duncan. Sometimes he would be awake, watching Kelly get eaten out, and sometimes he wouldn’t know the lithe blonde was there until her lips wrapped around his cock. After she got him hard, she always seemed to know if he just wanted to finish in her mouth, or if he wanted to fuck Kelly and finish with her.

He assumed there were physical cues, him reaching for his wife or for her, the time, etc. Still, she always seemed to be happy with whatever choice was made. Some mornings, he would fuck her into the mattress and sometimes she would be licking, kissing, and sucking on him and his wife as they awoke. Still, other mornings it was a quick blowjob and cumming in her mouth before the three of them slid from the bed and went about their day.

She had a standing rule with the two of them as well. While she was here in their home, they could do whatever they wanted to her, whenever they wanted. If she was studying for a test, Kelly could make her come eat her out, or make her fall to her knees so Duncan could fuck her brains out. If she didn’t wake up in the morning, or Duncan got horny during dinner, he could walk over, lift her up, pull down her pants and start fucking her, no questions asked. They made allowances for her monthly, of course, but she kept insisting that they didn’t have to. She no longer referred to them directly as Duncan or Kelly either. It was Master and Mistress to the young vixen.

She was the true definition of a live-in sex toy.

He smiled and turned, heading for her bedroom door. Opening it quietly, he looked in and quickly formulated a plan. She was still laying in bed, a single sheet over her as she lay on her stomach. He quietly dropped his underwear and reached down, stroking his cock as he watched her. He briefly thought about just jerking off onto her face while she slept, but that kind of felt like a waste no matter how kinky it was. Stepping quietly over to her, he slid the sheet off her body and admired her form.

She was thin, but not too thin. Her breasts were larger than they seemed when she was dressed and had the cutest little pink nipples. She was wearing a pair of white panties and an old shirt of his, her face turned away, her hair up in a sloppy knot. For a minute, he stood silently, stroking himself and watching her sleep. Bending over, he leaned in close to her head and inhaled deeply, smelling her feminine, sweet-smelling aroma.

Her leg was slightly bent, and he looked down between her legs. The thin outline of her pussy through her innocent looking panties caused him to swell considerably. The succulent curve of her buttocks was enticing and made him want to slide her panties aside and lick her to a satisfying orgasm.

Instead, he knelt silently on the bed with his right knee, the left foot still on the floor next to the bed. Reaching up, he licked several fingers and then rubbed them across the mushroom head of his cock as he quietly and softly slid her panties to the side. He kneeled over on the other side of her hips to straddle her legs.

She stirred a little as the head of his cock nestled just against her slit, still tightly sealed shut. He took a deep breath and moved forward, sliding the head of his cock down and through her pussy lips. Inwards the head of his cock pushed, sliding slowly inside the sleeping young woman until she finally awoke, her back arching and hips pushing back against him as he slid deep inside her. She quickly turned to her stomach, her butt perched in the air as he gripped the fat on her thighs roughly, pulling with force.

“Oh… God… fucking… thank you… Master,” she groaned, pushing hard against him. He grunted in pleasure, leaning down as she craned her head back to get a kiss from him.

“Fuck me, Master,” she begged. “Please fuck your little whore!” He smiled, pushing her back down with a single hand on her shoulder, and slowly started to re-position her, his cock sliding more easily into her drowsy cunt. A few strokes later, and they were both completely lubed, his cock sliding all the way into her and back out as she groaned into her pillow.

Her phone buzzed on the table next to her and she reached over to grab it, surprising him. Smirking back at him, she answered it, mouthing, “Conner,” at him.

He chuckled, but didn’t slow, his cock sliding deep as she said, “Hello?”

Conner said something in response, but he couldn’t hear it.

“I’m good,” she said, sliding up to her knees and gripping the railing of the bed with one hand. “How have you been?”

Smiling widely, he pulled roughly at her pale hips, her underwear still pulled rudely to the side as he slid deeply into her, again and again.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. “You are?” she asked. “That’s great!”