Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“Marie is definitely going to play,” Ed said. “She loves poker.”

“I’m in,” Kelly said, winking at Duncan. She started to sit next to her husband but Drake held up his hand.

“We’ve got some new rules for tonight,” he said. “No sitting next to your own spouse. We don’t want couples cheating. We’re playing for real money.”

He began to lay out the buy in rules. “That’s about it,” he said as he wrapped up. “We’ll be playing Texas Hold-Em, of course.”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Everyone began to count out some cash for the buy in. It didn’t get too crazy, nothing over 100 dollars. There weren’t going to be any irritated friendships tonight.

Drake was a serious poker player, and wouldn’t create any silly rules just to spice up the game. He truly enjoyed playing. While he certainly enjoyed pushing boundaries, poker was one of the few things that he wouldn’t try and actively corrupt. There would be no strip poker, at least until after the real game had been played.

Conversation remained light for most of the first hour of play, and Duncan found himself up at the end, but only by a little. Everyone else but Drake and Becky seemed to be down by a little. Kelly surprised everyone by going all in on the last hand of the hour.

Duncan could tell she was bluffing, but didn’t have the heart to put her out of the game. Marie looked up at him and chuckled.

“All in,” she said, smiling at Kelly.

“Bitch,” Kelly said with a smirk.

“I know you’re bluffing,” she admitted with a shrug. Everyone else folded then, and the girls turned over their hand.

“Damnit, Marie,” Kelly said, pouting.

“Well, I guess you get to distract everyone else then,” she said with a smile.

“Sorry Kel,” Drake said with a shrug.

She waved her hands in dismissal. “It’s fine,” she said. “I’ll refresh everyone’s drinks.” She stood then and grabbed all of the scotch tumblers and moved over to Drake’s bar as the game resumed. She came back around then table then to deliver the freshly filled glasses. Stopping by Drake, she bent low over the table and gave everyone a tantalizing view of her cleavage.

“Little hussy,” Becky joked.

Grinning, Kelly shrugged and repeated the move at Mark’s side. He chuckled and shook his head. She moved over to Ed and did it again, but this time Ed playfully stuck his face into her cleavage.

She smacked him on the shoulder as he came up for air then. “What?” he asked. “I was just getting a good look!” The mood in the room was light, and the alcohol was making Kelly a little braver than normal. He was very proud of her.

She went and grabbed the wine bottle and moved around the table to fill the wine glasses for the ladies, dropping low again as people bet on the current hand.

As she finished, she set the bottle back on the bar and went back to walk around the table.

A sudden impulse seemed to strike her then, and she stopped at Ed.

“Here,” she said, grabbing Ed’s chair suddenly and pulling herself into his lap. “Let’s see if I’m good luck!”

*****

Kelly

Ed laughed when she sat down, but offered no words of resistance. She landed on his left leg and looked up at Duncan and then Marie to ensure that she hadn’t overstepped her boundaries. They were both laughing, so she decided to stay there. He set his left hand on her hip, and then showed her his cards.

“What do you think?” he asked.

She looked at the cards that were already on the table and then back at his hand. “Well, if you’re really asking the first person that was put out of the game for card advice, I think you’re in trouble.” She grinned back at him.

He laughed and shook his head. “That’s a very good point.”

As the game continued, she became keenly aware of his hand on her hip. It was almost like it was scorching hot, like it would burn through her sexy new dress. She felt the pressure of his fingertips as they danced lightly on the curve of her hip. He was tantalizingly close to her crotch, only few inches away, it seemed. Try as she might, she couldn’t focus on the card game. It wasn’t sexually intrusive, she didn’t feel that it was placed there as a sexual act.

The heat of his palm seemed to radiate through her body. She felt his fingers drum lightly against her dress. She sighed softly and fought against the urge to move his hand, closer or further away from her, she didn’t know.

Tap, tap, tap.

His fingers seemed to be pulsing with energy, every little tap caused her to grow more excited.

Her mind raced with thoughts.

“God, his hand is right there! Your husband can see you being a whore! All he would have to do is just slide his hand five or six more inches and he’d be touching your pussy!”

She felt the heat beginning to spread throughout her body then, seeming to move on its own from his deliberate hand. He wasn’t moving it, or squeezing. It was just there!

“God, this is turning me on,” she realized.

She looked up at Duncan and froze. He knew she was getting turned on. For the briefest of seconds she was terrified, but then Duncan smiled and winked at her.

Her attention was forced back to Ed’s hand, and how direct and forceful she felt it was being. Her husband was watching! How dare he touch her in such a familiar manner!

“You aren’t doing anything about it,” she scolded. “You’re letting another man put his hand on you, in a familiar way and in a familiar place!”

She sighed then, taking a drink of wine and glanced around the table. Everyone seemed to be lost in the card game. She glanced down. The hand was still in its place at her hip. She set her glass down and leaned back again. She felt her pussy squish a little bit, inside her panties.

“Another man is getting you wet,” she thought. “God I’m such a slut!”

Her attention was forced back to the hand again, its fingers lightly tapping against the fabric.

“Why doesn’t he just do it?” she thought, but then immediately fought to clear the thought from her head. She leaned forward, the action causing her pussy to squish a little more. She glanced back up at Duncan, all the while feeling that damn hand on her hip, its fingers tap-tap-tapping.

Suddenly, the feeling was gone. The hand had been replaced by cool air, as Ed reached up and grabbed his glass to get a sip. She had a brief feeling of longing then, wanting the warmth back instead of the cool air.

“It’s just a hand!” she screamed silently at herself. “It was just your hip!”

She swore silently. “If it was just a hand on your hip, then why did it make you wet? Whore.”

Time seemed to slow then, as Ed reached up to set the tumbler back on the poker table. She saw him drop his hand, almost interminably slowly back down. She felt it brush her hip, but then continue downwards, to hang beside him.

Confused, she looked down, and then back at the card game.

“Why didn’t he put it back?” she thought. “What’s wrong?” she asked herself. “What did you do?”

She quietly chewed her lip as the game went on. Her hip seemed to miss the contact, the warmth that had spread from this other man’s touch faded away. She felt it then, and immediately knew why he’d removed his hand. She smiled in quiet shock. Pushing gently into her left hip, was his erection.

“Oh my God!” the thought came again. “He’s just as turned as I am!”

She fought to stay still then, not wanting to push any more on it, and not wanting to lose the

sensation. Her internal battle of wills was nearly overwhelming her and she fought to keep from reaching down to grasp him or standing up.

“He seems to be decently well endowed,” she thought. Suddenly horrified at the thoughts careening around her mind, she took another sip of wine and hurriedly set the glass down.

“You should reach down and stroke it. Get off his lap now! You’re such a slut!” the thoughts came in hurried flashes then, and she couldn’t think straight. She reached forward for her glass of wine again, but realized she was already holding it, and then decided to set it back on the table so she didn’t look weird.

Ed leaned up, the movement pulling his erection from her hip, but then his hand circled around her waist and shifted her across his lap. She tensed her calves and thighs, preparing to stand, but felt him pull down on her slightly, dragging her buttocks across his erection.

“God, he’s so hard,” she thought as she obediently moved to his other side. She looked down as his hand was moved from her waist. He switched the cards in his hand to the other and tossed them on the table, folding. Both the fingers of his left hand brushed lightly on her hip then, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes in a brief flutter.

“Fuck!” she thought, standing quickly.

“Mind if I use your restroom?” she asked, looking over at Molly. Molly nodded and gestured towards the door. As she left, she leaned down and kissed Duncan, who had a knowing smile on his face.

“Anyone need anything while I’m up?” she asked.

“No, thank you,” came the consensus from those still in the game. She immediately disappeared into the small guest bathroom and washed her face. She looked up into the mirror as she dabbed it dry.

“What the fuck was that?” she silently screamed at the girl in the mirror.

“You know you liked it,” the mirror seemed to reply.

Kelly couldn’t help but agree, as she finished drying her face and left the room. She stood there numbly for a moment, before heading for her old chair.

“Hey, I didn’t get a turn,” Mark said with a wide smile.

“I folded,” Ed said, “the good luck charm didn’t work, for that hand at least.” He looked over at Kelly and winked.

She glanced down at Duncan questioningly.

He nodded. “It’s only fair.”

She felt her heart beat faster.

“As long as Becky is okay with it,” he added.

“Right,” Kelly said. “Becky? You’re boyfriend wants me to sit in his lap. Are you okay with that?” she asked directly.

The younger girl laughed but shrugged. “We’re fuck buddies, not dating,” she said.

“Oh whatever,” Marie said. “You two are clearly dating.”

Mark shrugged, not denying it. He held out his arm then. “C’mere gorgeous, give me some good luck.”

Sighing playfully, Kelly moved over quickly towards where she was being called. He slapped his right knee, indicating where he wanted her. She began to sit on the indicated leg, but as soon as she did, she felt him shift her into his lap.

“That’s better,” he said, looking over her shoulder. She had turned both of her legs inward, with her hands folded between her knees as she sat on him. Softly biting her bottom lip, she felt it again, the hand on her hip, followed by an intrusive bulge on her thigh.

“Fuck,” she thought. “I’m such a whore. Duncan’s going to hate me.”

She looked up at her husband, who now had a much better view of what was happening below the level of the table. He was smiling widely.

“I fold,” he said, tossing down a 2 of clubs and a 7 of diamonds.

“God, he’s getting harder by the second!” she thought.

She focused on his hand, taking its liberties at her hip, the fingers tapping lightly, just as Ed’s had.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Fuck, did they plan this?”

His fingers stopped tapping then, and moved slowly upwards.