Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

She smiled, then pulled him over to the bed that she’d been on not too long ago. She started talking to him, asking him questions about Kelly and if they’d worked together. As she did so, she started to get affectionate and flirty with him, stroking his leg or leaning into his chest as they sat on the bed.

“So, what about you?” he asked. “Mind if I ask how old you are? Boyfriend? Married?”

“Not at all. I’m Twenty-three,” she said. “I have a boyfriend, and I’m not married,” she replied.

“So, what does he think of all this?” Duncan asked.

She shrugged. “He doesn’t know all the details about this shoot. I’m going to surprise him with it,” she said. “I started doing this for him in the first place, and he kept asking if I was ever going to work with another guy,” she said. “I think he’s gonna love it.”

Duncan chuckled, nodding. “Well, I can’t wait to do more, honestly,” he said. “You’re very attractive.”

She smiled, leaning over and caressing his stomach. “Think it’s okay if we flirt a little?” she asked, her hand straying a little lower as she smiled and looked up at him. He sensed that she wanted to kiss him but figured she didn’t want to cross any boundaries.

Smiling, he pulled her more fully onto the bed with him. Leaning into her, he cradled her head in the palm of one hand, and softly kissed her, her quiet sigh of pleasure pulling at his heart.

“You’re a good kisser,” she whispered, sitting up straight and smiling. He saw some movement, and noticed Frank filming the two.

“This is good stuff,” Camille said, taking pictures from another angle. “Keep at it. Just be natural.”

Casey laughed, blushing for a moment. “So, your wife likes to watch you while you work?” she asked.

He shook his head. “My first two were last Friday and she was busy, so this is the first one she’s been at. We’re part of a swinger’s group though,” he said, putting his arm behind his head and letting her caress him.

“Really? What’s that like?” she asked, playing with his chest hair and nuzzling him.

He stroked her arm softly, sensing that she liked physical affection and appreciated lots of touching. She responded every time he did so, and that encouraged him to do it even more. He talked a little about the group and what they did and when they met, and she smiled and pulled him down for a kiss as she listened.

“So, do you and your boyfriend fool around with others, or is that just a fantasy of his?” he asked.

She gestured for him to lay on his stomach, then straddled his lower back and started to rub after he did so. He groaned appreciatively, then in increased pleasure as she started to run her nails gently down his back.

She giggled at his reaction before answering. “Yeah, he’s always talking about it,” she said. “I’ve wanted to pose for nude photography for a while, and I’ve been a fan of Camille’s style and her website, so the opportunity just kind of presented itself.”

“I’m assuming he’s pretty well-endowed?” Duncan asked.

“No,” she replied, sounding a little perplexed. “Why would you think that?”

He smiled, turning over. “Well, you didn’t seem all that impressed when you saw me for the first time.”

She giggled. “Oh,” she said, blushing a bit. “I was. I just had to control my reaction since we were being filmed and photographed. Do you like it when women fawn over the size?”

He shrugged. “I dunno, honestly. I’ve been this big since I finished puberty,” he said. “Any girl that’s ever seen it has been impressed, so I guess I do. I guess it’s just odd that you didn’t seem to be.” She smiled at his answer and slid to the side as he turned completely over. Leaning down, she kissed him on the lips, then moved lower to kiss his chin and then chest.

“So, what if he doesn’t like it?” he asked.

She smiled, shrugging. “Well, we haven’t been going out that long,” she said. “I’m pretty sure he likes the idea. When we make love, that’s all he talks about. He’ll make up stories that happened to me at work or that he would like to catch me doing.”

Duncan nodded. “So, does he include himself in them?” he asked.

She shook her head, kissing lower on his chest and moving to the top of his stomach. “It’s always more of seeing it happen to me.”

“So, he’s the voyeur type, unless he’s like a friend of mine and likes to be demeaned,” Duncan added.

She shook her head, still moving down his body. “He just likes to watch in his fantasies,” she said. “That’s why I think this is going to be perfect,” she said. “He’s always talking about catching me being fucked by a couple of guys with really big dicks and him just watching while it happens.”

“So, are we just being affectionate in this shoot, or do you want to do more?” he asked, feeling a little silly.

“Maybe Camille will let us start with oral, then do some pseudo-fucking so that I can gauge his reaction before I commit 100% to sex with someone else. Is that okay for today?”

He nodded, smiling and caressing her cheek. “We can go as slow as you like, gorgeous.”

Camille gave them a thumbs up from a few feet away as they both looked up. She’d come back and had been taking pictures and filming while they’d been talking.

She winked at him playfully, then moved lower, her hand gently moving between his legs and sliding underneath his balls. Her affectionate manner was hard to ignore, and his cock was steadily rising as she moved down lower to his stomach and then lower. Turning her head, she placed kisses along where his treasure trail used to be, then lower, the curve of his steadily growing erection lying against her cheek. She kissed again and again, then moved her lips against the base of his cock.

“Does your wife like to suck your dick?” she asked. “I don’t mind giving blowjobs, but it’s never been a real big thrill for me,” she admitted.

“She didn’t used to, but she’s definitely a fan now,” Duncan said.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Casey smiled, her pretty face glancing up at him as she kissed the base of the shaft again, one hand gently massaging his balls. “Well, I can definitely see why,” she said, moving slowly upward. Her warm, soft lips pressed against the girth at the top of his shaft, then slowly inched upward. “If I had this to play with all the time, I’d probably like it more too.”

He grinned, looking down at her as she played.

“This just looks challenging,” she said, thwapping it playfully against her cheek a few times.

Duncan chuckled. She paused to wink, and blew him a kiss before turning and starting back over at the base of his cock. He groaned, relaxing to enjoy what she was doing.

Frank and Camille had both moved in close for better shots, but Casey didn’t change her approach, slowly planting soft and sensual kisses against the base and top side of his cock. Slowly, inexorably, she started upward again, taking at least five minutes to kiss the entire length of his cock, moving achingly slow.

He groaned, thoroughly erect and turned on as she kissed just under the head of his cock. He kept thinking that she was going to grab his cock with either hand, but it seemed like she was deliberately not doing so.

Moving slowly, she kissed the bottom of the head, then a little further up, taking another minute or so to kiss around the whole thing before finally kissing the tip itself, lifting it up slightly to access it.

It convulsed against her lips as she pushed them onto the head, pre-cum oozing onto them and into her mouth. She slid his fat cock-head inside, her tongue running around the outside of it.

Duncan had had enough teasing though, and reached down to grab her waist, pulling her hips up as she laughed and cried out in surprise. He let her stay down between his legs, her mouth swiftly finding his cock again as she started in on sucking it, her giggles subsiding after a few seconds.

Settling down her on top of him, he reached up and around, caressing her butt cheeks and back before pulling her down and pushing his lips and tongue deep into her cleft. She groaned around the head of his cock, then whimpered as he started to punish her clit.

She tasted incredible, and he sighed in happy arousal as she forced her lips slowly down his shaft, still taking the slow, teasing approach. He noticed that she was able to take him decently deep, figuring that it was easier in this angle due to his natural curve. His tongue slid through her trough a few times before moving back up against her clit. Frank came around, the bright light of the camera shining on her backside and Duncan’s mouth.

“God, that’s so deep,” she said, briefly taking her mouth off his shaft. He had his entire mouth buried, tight against her snatch as his tongue ripped back and forth across her clit, causing her to whimper and grind against him. “Guh,” she mumbled, glancing back before moving her mouth back to his cock, taking him in and sliding it deep inside. He groaned, then heard her whimpers grow faster. He didn’t slow, even when his jaw and tongue began to ache, and was rewarded after a few minutes. He groaned in excitement, feeling her body tensing in time with her cries of pleasure from around his cock, idly sitting in her mouth as she whimpered and groaned from his ministrations. She gasped as he continued, not wanting to stop since this was supposed to be a natural scene.

“God, you’re going to make me squirt if you keep doing that,” she said, whimpering and trying to focus on sucking the head of his cock. He hadn’t ever gotten any directly in his face, but he was too turned on to care. He wanted to give her pleasure and wasn’t going to stop unless she told him to.

She didn’t seem to mind that he kept going, like some women did, unable to continue from the sensitivity. She seemed to be able to keep going through her orgasm though, and he intended to giver her as many as he could until they were made to stop.

She whimpered again, her mouth tight around his cock but stopped again. His tongue was aching still, his jaw sore, but she was getting close. Groaning, she held her breath suddenly and he prepared himself for the orgasm. She didn’t make a sound, and he felt her body tense up even more than before. She finally groaned a single time before a punishing orgasm slammed into her. Gasping, she moved forward, a hand moving between her legs to flick her clit back and forth, a spray of fluid hitting his face, neck, and chest. It wasn’t much, though, and he slid her back into licking range, causing her to groan and whimper in a quiet, halfhearted protest. Finally, she slid off and turned, kissing his face and chest, over and over.

Frank came over with a towel then and handed it off to the two. After cleaning up, they got up to let Camille swap the sheets and covers out with a spare set, then slid back into bed again, Casey taking the bottom spot again. She turned over, pulling him on top of her and spreading her legs wide.

She pulled him tight, her lips finding his as he thrust his cock across her pubic bone, groaning in mock-pleasure. She whimpered in time with him, and for ten minutes and with the help of some tricky camera angles, they got some good shots and video of the two pseudo-fucking.

“Okay,” Camille said. “Let’s do that again, but this time I want to get some shots of the action with the sheet over you. It’ll look like you two are lovers just waking up for a morning fuck.”

Duncan smiled and reached back, pulling a single white sheet over the two. Camille got some establishing shots of the two as they pretended to wake up, Duncan rolling over and kissing her, down her body and the two basically acting as she’d said.