Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike looked up shaking his head. “It all depends on who you are with. I knew that it might hurt her so I was very careful, and took it very slow. I’m not all that experienced as I said, but I know more than the average guy about deflowering a girl. That, and I care deeply about Emma, as I do all of you and didn’t want her to experience any pain, if I could help it.”

“Are you two ever going to shut up, get out of here, and find somewhere to fuck? I’ve got enough sense to know it’s not going to happen on a dining table in the middle of a crowded restaurant.”

“I’ll bet it was wonderful,” Beth said, taking another bite.

“Sarah and Emma both seemed to really enjoy…” he started, but stopped cold when he realized exactly what he’d just admitted to. His eyes became as large as saucers as he stared back into Beth’s to gauge her response.

“DAMN IT TO HELL. You have to E-A-S-E them into the good fuckin stuff, asshole. You’re gonna run her off before we even get our crack at her, and I’ve been looking forward to this one. You could fuck up a wet dream”

Beth’s eyes went almost as wide with surprise. “Sarah was there too, when you took Emma’s virginity?”

Oh, hell. The cat was out of the bag now, no use in denying it.

Mike nodded. “Yes, they were both there.”

“Did they…?” she started.

Mike nodded again, confirming the obvious.

“Well! Now, that’s a variable in the equation I hadn’t expected,” she stated. “Not only are they intimate with you, but they’re intimate with each other as well. Wow!” A few seconds of thought reflecting on the new ‘data’, and she replied, “I suppose it is possible that the actual act of incest itself is the most alluring aspect of the relationships in question. That is ‘very’ interesting.”

Shrugging, and looking around the room, Mike spooned another bite into his mouth. He was now suddenly felling a little apprehensive about the whole matter himself.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Did they seem to enjoy you more, or each other?” she asked.

“Damn, she can asked the questions, can’t she? You, of course. Tell her, YOU!

Again, Mike was brought up short. He hadn’t thought about that either. Honestly, he didn’t know, having not considered the issue. He looked around for a few seconds, lost in thought himself.

Eventually he just shrugged. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I guess, taking into consideration their mutual attraction for me, I suppose neither. Or you could ask one of them for anything more accurate than that.”

“Dumb ass, they’re not trying to fuck each other three times a day unless their trying to turn you on. They’ve both been after you, not each other.”

Beth sat back apparently lost in thought. Finally, she sat forward again and began to finish her meal. Their waiter came and deposited the check, sneaking one last glance at Beth’s impressive cleavage.

“Now, this is a part of the dating process that I am not very clear on,” she started, “Do I split the bill with my date or do I just let him pay? If I allow him to pay, won’t he expect something in return?”

Mike shook his head, “In Texas at least, the guy always pays, and it doesn’t mean that you owe him a thing, even though some jack asses think otherwise. On later dates, the girl can offer to go Dutch or help pay, but a regular guy, will never let her share the cost. He has asked you out, and you’ve accepted his invitation. You’re his guest, and he is your escort.”

He placed the price of the meal and the waiters tip onto the table under the small folder containing the bill and stood, pulling her chair out and walking her towards the door. As they made their way out of the dining room, he placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her to the exit. When they reached the door, he opened it and let her walk through first.

“It’s too early to head back home,” he said, “Sarah will never believe I went to a movie for only an hour.”

Beth nodded, smiling. “What do you want to do then?”

Mike thought for a second, his arm easily encircling her waist. “I’ve got an idea.” he said, leading her towards his truck.

She giggled and said, “I thought you said I didn’t owe you anything.”

“Very funny,” he said, playfully pinching her side, “just trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you,” she said playfully, “I never intended to give you the impression that I didn’t.”

He helped her into his truck and trotted around to the other side. “We’ll come back for your car later,” he said, climbing into the cab.

She nodded in acknowledgement from her side of the cab. But then, still in a playful mood, she added with a big smile, “So, should I be worried about your intentions towards me for the remainder of the evening?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I think I’ll be able to control myself,” he assured her.

He drove for a few minutes before he pulled into an abandoned area near the lake. There were no street lights close, and no houses around. He reached behind his seat and pulled a blanket out, and spread it out in the bed of his truck. Then he went around to her door, opened it, and helped her out. They made their way to the rear of the truck bed, and he helped her climbed in.

“I figured you might like to look at the stars,” he said.

“Just fuck her already. You haven’t even done anything, and she’s obviously infatuated with you, the gods only know why, but she is already buttered up. With just the slightest bit of effort on your part, we can add her to our harem tonight.”

‘Listen, I’m not going to just leap into this with Beth. When it happens with her, it will happen. Have some patience,’ he thought, hoping that would shut the voice up for a while.

She smiled at him in the darkness, and climbed into the truck then scooted up next to him. They sat in the darkness just gazing up at the stars. Beth pointed out constellations with Mike lying that he saw what she was pointing out.

Eventually, the evening grew long and Mike helped her back into the cab. Folding the blanket up, he placed it back behind the seat then drove them back to the restaurant.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening, Michael, really. You’ve been very helpful, and very sweet,” she said as he drove her to her car.

“No Beth, it was my pleasure.” he said. “I really had a great time.”

She hopped out of his truck when they reached her car, and he walked her over, opening her door for her.

“Now, this is the part I was really worried about,” she admitted.

Mike laughed, “Beth, I’m not gonna try and eat you or anything.”

“Well, why the hell, NOT. She’s primed dude.”

‘I’m only gonna say this once. Shut up.’

She smiled, “I know that silly. It’s just that, I have no idea what to do, or what my date might expect.”

Mike smiled at her. “If the date goes well and you really like the guy, just a kiss for the first date. Maybe even a real nice one. If there’s not a connection between you two but the date itself was okay, a kiss on the cheek will do. But if there’s nothing there, or you haven’t enjoyed being with him, be honest, that way you’re not setting yourself up for having to make any excuses for turning him down in the future. In other words, don’t make any fake comments trying to be polite to spare his feelings or especially any false compliments that would lead him on.”