Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Duncan

Duncan chuckled when he thought of his wife. He was glad that she was feeling better than she’d been on Sunday, not that he didn’t understand the reason behind it. He was a little somber that Heidi had to leave. She was a good friend to his wife, sure, but she was also incredible in bed, and he’d never forget the times he shared with her, both on Friday and on Saturday.

He sighed as he thought back about the fun, but then smiled when he heard the familiar click-clack of Kara’s footsteps as she walked towards her desk. He glanced up from his work and through the window to her area.

Kara dropped her purse into the drawer she kept it in and turned to smile and wave at him. Turning, she knocked on his door and popped her head in.

“Coffee?” she asked.

Duncan nodded and she disappeared again. The click-clack faded away slightly and then returned as she pushed the door open completely and brought his coffee in.

She seemed to be all business at the moment, standing in front of his desk and going over his schedule for the day. Duncan’s gaze wandered though, and he found himself staring at her gorgeous body. He thought back to when he’d gotten her top at Double D’s, and how perky and perfect her boobs were then. She must have sensed him staring because she playfully cocked her hips with a hand on them and eyed him suspiciously.

Chuckling, he shrugged.

“I got a very odd text from Kelly this morning,” she said eventually.

He laughed. “I’m sorry. She’s… a little over-zealous sometimes when she gets excited.”

Kara smiled and walked towards his office door, but surprised him when she closed it instead of walking out. Turning back towards him, she lowered a smoldering gaze at him. He gulped.

“She told me to wear something sexy. I hope I picked something suitable.” She turned and showed him the little black skirt she was wearing. It was very tight on her, and it looked spectacular. She had a white button-down shirt on, but it was undone down past her cleavage and he could see her pretty pink bra. Bending over slightly, she put her palms on the chair in front of her and looked back.

“Do you like the color of my panties?” she asked.

He chuckled and looked, but was briefly shocked to see that she wasn’t wearing any. He saw a few wispy strands of red pubic hair in the light coming from behind her. She stood and came around the desk. Placing her hands on the arms of his chair, she pushed until he bumped into the cabinet behind him, his eyes never leaving her gorgeous body.

“When she told me on Friday that you guys had fooled around with Heidi, I was really excited. I got all wet thinking about you guys, I hope that’s okay.”

Duncan smiled as she looked at him with a pouting, innocent face.

She turned and faced her rear towards him as she laid her arms on his desk. “I can understand if you need to spank me for such lascivious thoughts about my boss and his wife. Not to mention, I’m such a naughty girl for not wearing panties.”

He gulped again, but didn’t move.

She turned and looked at him intensely, waiting. Finally, he stood and came up behind her as she turned back around. He came forwards and stopped just short of letting his cock brush against her. It was protruding outwards rudely, demanding to be allowed to penetrate her waiting pussy. He ignored it and glanced up and looked around. There wasn’t anyone else in the office as of yet, so he decided to acquiesce to her request. Gingerly, he placed both hands on her shapely ass and squeezed, eliciting a moan from the redhead in front of him.

She turned and glanced back through a lock of red-hair. “I really should be punished. I’m being such a… distraction.”

He smiled and caressed both of her cheeks. She had a wonderfully curvy rump. He playfully swatted at it, but she reached back and pulled her skirt up, revealing her pale buttocks. He fought the urge to drop to his knees and devour her snatch then and there.

“Please,” she moaned, turning back to look at him through the same lock of hair. “Please punish me for being so naughty.”

Duncan smiled again, and pulled his hand back to spank her. Someone crossed in front of his window then, on their way to another office and spooked the both of them. She stood quickly and lowered her skirt, coming back around to the front of his desk.

He sat back in his chair and wheeled it up close to his desk to hide his erection should someone enter. She walked to his door but stopped as she opened it.

“I’ll be at my desk, should you need anything, Sir,” she said. “I fully expect you to punish me for my transgressions this morning.”

He smiled and looked down at her ass, admiring the shapely feature for a few moments before he realized she wasn’t leaving. He glanced up and saw her looking back at him intensely, like she needed something. A moment later he couldn’t stand it. He stood and came around his desk quickly as she whimpered and shut the door, coming around to hide and squirming in place behind it as he came up to her quickly.

As he neared her, she practically leapt into his arms and spread her legs around him as he caught her and pressed her up against the door. She moaned as their lips met and he roughly began to kiss her. Her pussy pressed against the bulge in his pants and she reached down between them to stroke his erection. She groaned in pleasure as it slid up her pussy, and she began to desperately claw at his slacks, trying to free it. There was no subtlety in her actions. She wasn’t performing for him, she simply wanted him to fuck her at that moment.

Duncan wanted nothing more than to start pounding into her up against his door, then and there, but he knew the timing wasn’t right. Her kisses grew desperate, almost frantic as she pulled his belt free and began to work on the button.

He groaned and pulled her hand up. “We can’t, not here, someone will see and I don’t want anyone to think badly of you.”

She whimpered and pouted briefly for a second, but it ended with a naughty grin.

“Are you sure you don’t want to nail me to this door?” she asked, leaning back and splaying both arms above her head as he continued to press her against it. His erection was forced between then, squishing up against her bare pussy and his own stomach.

Groaning, he sighed and began to set her down. Backing up, he turned and sat in his desk. She smiled at him.

“I’m impressed by your willpower. I definitely wouldn’t have stopped you from fucking my tight little pussy.” As she spoke, she lowered herself to her knees and looked over at him. “See, all you have to do is walk over here and stick your cock in my mouth. I’ve made it easy for you.”

He groaned loudly and chuckled. “You’re making this really difficult,” he allowed.

She pouted then. “Can I please?” she asked, looking up at him with wide-innocent eyes.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” he asked aloud.

Giggling, she stood and began to smooth herself out. Satisfied she looked okay, she came around to him and grabbed a tissue to wipe his face free of her lipstick. “Just getting you presentable again,” she said as she worked. Her other hand was sneakily worming its way down his chest, but he stopped her and brought it up to his lips.

She sighed. “God, you’re just too well-behaved,” she said with another pout.

He chuckled and helped her stand up completely.

“Are you sure there’s nothing you need?” Kara asked, looking down at him as he stared at her cleavage. “Anything at all?”

Duncan sighed a final time and shook his head. “Unfortunately, my dear, sweet Kara, there’s nothing I need at this moment.”

She frowned then. “Pity,” she said. “Still, Kelly said I need to get a selfie with you, so let me sit in your lap for a second and then I’ll really go back to work.”

Chuckling, he sighed but eventually opened his arms while she pulled his phone from his shirt pocket. She unlocked it and opened the camera. A smile played across her face as he glanced at her, wondering how she knew the code. She turned and slid into his lap like silk draped across a mannequin.

He kept his hands beside him, but she immediately wiggled into his crotch and brought one of them up and slid it inside her top. “I want to make sure she knows that I was doing what she asked,” she said. “Get your other hand up here.”

Duncan sighed again but complied, placing the other hand on her waist and pulling gently. A moan of pleasure spilled from her lips. “God,” she whispered, feeling his erection pressing into her butt. “Just think of how easy it would be for me to spin around and shove this thing in my hungry little pussy.”

He groaned audibly and she snapped the picture. Giggling, she stood and checked out her work. The expression on Duncan’s face was priceless. His eyes were rolled back in mid-groan, and one hand was in her shirt, obviously playing with her breast.

She quickly fired it off to Kelly and attached a quick note saying that it was a present from her, signing it -Kara.

Finally standing, Kara turned and left the office without another word, though she did bend low in front of her desk and “retrieve” something from the bottom drawer.

He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not gonna get a damn thing done if she doesn’t start behaving.”

After that, the morning actually seemed to pass normally. Kara behaved herself, for the most part, and only flashed him her ass a few times when she bent over her desk for something. His mind was constantly on sex, though, and he had to force himself back to task multiple times.