Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Seemed like you had no trouble being in the mood.” He told her, taking his frustration at himself out on her. “What was that shit with your finger?”

“You wanted erotic,” she replied while putting the water on his desk, then removing her phone from the bag. “I thought that was sexy. You didn’t?”

“It was awkward, okay? I’m watching my sister suck her finger like it was,” he caught himself. “You know.”

“You mean a cock?” she had turned when she said it and laughed at the look on his face. “A big, fat, hard cock? Is that what you were thinking?”

“Watch your mouth!”

“You just were, and I think you liked it,” she said while scrolling through her phone.

“Why the hell would I like that? You’re my goddamn sister!”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“I mean you liked it because it will make great pictures.” She gave him a teasing smile. “What’s the matter Kenny? You don’t like the idea of your little sis sucking dick?”

“I don’t like you talking like that!” His voice was rising, and she raised her eyebrows.

“Should we stop? Is this too weird for you?”

“No,” he lowered his voice. “It is messed up seeing you act like that, but the pictures will be just what I needed. I may get a decent grade out of this.”

“Then what’s the matter?”

“I just don’t need to hear you talking like that, okay? I know you’ve had sex; we don’t need to discuss it.”

“Lighten up, Kenny, you’re worse than dad.”

“Let’s just get back to this.” He let the Cannon hang from his neck as he once more looked through the camera facing the bed.

“Yes sir.” She gave him a mock salute then pressed something on her phone and put it down on his desk.

She strutted back over to stand in front of him and as the opening notes to AC/DC’s ‘You Shook Me All Night Long came on, she put her back to him. Josie spread her legs wider, and swayed side to side, first slowly, then picking up speed as she once again took her hair up over her head.

When she let it fall, she pulled it over her shoulder, leaving him looking at the back of the robe. As she shook side to side, her hands were busy in front of her, and a moment later, she was twirling the ties to the robe by her sides.

She did a quick spin but held the robe loosely gathered in her right hand. More of her breasts were exposed, enough to show off the top of the lace bra she wore. It also left her stomach bare, and Kenny leaned forward, staring at the small silver chain dangling from her naval.

He pointed. “Is that real?”

“Shh!” she hissed at him, then shimmied down to the floor.

Her legs were wide open and with the robe hiked up he not only was getting a good view of her inner thighs, but a flash of blue between them. Josie remained squatting, her knees wide, and only a piece of the robe covering between her thighs.

With her free hand, she playfully pulled the robe to the side showing off her breast in the lace bra. She did it quickly, but Kenny swore the cup was all lace and transparent. Josie was once again giving him the come-hither stare as she closed her legs and let herself go forward on her knees.

She brought her hair up and thrashed wildly side to side, her mouth open, but her eyes closed, a look of pleasure on her face that he found disturbing as again, that couldn’t be acted out without some experience behind it.

As her body moved side to side, the robe threatened to fly open, but somehow stayed on the inside of her breasts. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it occurred to him her breasts much be on the bigger side to hold the robe in place.

It did reveal the middle of her upper body, the skin between her breasts and her smooth flat stomach with the silver chain which flashed when one of the lights caught it. Jodie lowered her arms and gathered the robe tightly around herself, now looking up at him with her eyes wide beneath her long lashes.

She gave him a pout, her full lower lip, protruding and she somehow managed to get it to tremble. Josie remained in the demure pose, then broke the spell, by opening wide, sticking her tongue out and placing her blue painted fingertip on it.

Her eyes were still wide and pleading, and he thought, ‘she’s begging for it, begging for…” Maybe it was time to stop, Josie was taking it too far. Or was she? This was exceeding his expectations, not only with her, but at this point he wasn’t sure Jenna would be doing any better.

But Jenna wasn’t his sister. His sister who was now accompanying her pleading to have something in her mouth with soft moans and whimpers. Probably not that soft seeing he heard them even with the music going.

Yet his finger continued clicking and his eye glued to his sister as she now worked her way back to a standing position, her hips moving in a slow circular motion. Josie spun around so he was once again staring at her back. This time as she shimmied side to side, the top of the robe slid down, exposing her shoulders and upper back.

Josie pulled it up, then lifted the back of it, giving him a quick playful flash of her blue thong. Kenny’s breath caught when he saw it was little more than string between her cheeks, and he’d just gotten a quick glimpse of her entire ass. She went back to the top, lowering the robe, but this time let it slide all the way down her back.

“What the fuck is that?” Kenny rose from behind the camera.

On Josie’s back, between her shoulder blades was a colorful butterfly tattoo. It was damn big, taking up the entire middle of her back. Above it, in a flowing cursive font was the word ‘Believe” and beneath in “In You.”

It was the name of her Etsy store where she sold her bead jewelry and homemade dresses. The colors were amazing, hot pinks, purple, a variety of blues, but it was massive, large enough the strap of her bra went across the lower portion of it leaving a few inches of the wings beneath it. And it was a damn tattoo.

“Pretty isn’t it?” She looked over her shoulder at him, and smiled, and his finger twitched on the remote as even being upset, somewhere in him he recognized it was a good pose.

“When did you get it?”

“A week after my birthday.” She turned and looked over her other shoulder, posing in that direction.

“Mom and Dad know?”

“Mom does, she said don’t tell dad for a while. Pays to dress like a bum sometimes, right?”

“You’re nuts.”

“I love it, and I heard it makes a nice bullseye.”

Kenny passed on responding to that and dropped back in his seat thinking if Danny caught a glimpse of Josie like this he’d lose his mind. As it was he was wondering again if it were time to stop.

No, he couldn’t stop now, she was doing well, and a part of him wondered what she was going to do next. He felt like someone gawking at an accident. You knew you shouldn’t look but couldn’t help yourself.

Josie had let the robe slide down to her waist and was once again twirling the ties by her sides. AC/DC ended and was replaced with intro to Zack Wilder’s Porn Star dancing. What had she done, created a stripper play list?

The robe slipped lower showing the small of her back, and Kenny tensed, wondering if she were going to drop it to the floor. Technically it would be what he needed, but that quick flash of her ass a minute ago had stayed with him.

Did he really need a grade that bad; he’d take pictures of his sister’s all but bare ass? Josie did a sudden turn, pulling her right arm out of the robe, and as she came around to face him, sent the robe falling to the floor.

Kenny’s jaw joined it.

His sister, his plain, tomboy, little sister, stood before him in a blue bra the cups of which barely contained her disturbingly large chest. The inner halves of her breasts were visible as well as the top of them.

The cups only covered the mid to lower portion of her beasts and worse, consisted of blue lace. Transparent blue lace and through the lens of the camera he could make out the shadow of her nipples.

The bottom wasn’t just a thong, but the skimpiest one he’d ever seen outside of porn. Two strings over her hips and a matching patch of lace that barely covered her…

“Jesus Christ!” Kenny came out of his chair so fast he knocked it over. “Josie, what the fuck?”

“What’s wrong?” she looked down at her body. “Is it too much?”

“More like not enough!” he ran his fingers through his hair and noticed it was damp from sweating. “What are you thinking wearing that?”

“That its supposed to be a sexy shoot and jeans and a t-shirt wouldn’t work.”

“This can’t work.” He shook his head, “I can’t do this.”

“You’ve been doing it,” she shrugged causing her breasts to jiggle and Kenny grew more flustered he noticed because he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off her chest. “What’s the difference?”

“The robe was bad enough, but that?” He pointed, then quickly dropped his hand when he saw it was shaking. “You’re three patches of lace from being naked.”

“And Jenna was going to be modestly dressed?” Josie seemed annoyed. “Know what, Kenny? If you don’t think I look good enough just say it.”

“No, you look…” He stopped himself, what was he going to say? There was no way Josie could think she didn’t look good, she wasn’t that uncaring or oblivious, and she’d commented her boyfriends had no problem with her.

“I look what?” She prodded.

“A little too good!” he blurted, then regretted it. What kind of comment was that?

One that made his sister flash a typical big Josie smile; but even that infectious, and somewhat silly smile, looked far different through her blood red lips.

“Aww, you say the nicest things!”

“Josie, please put the robe back on, I can’t see you like that. Way to messed up for me.” He forced his eyes away from her and made a point to turn his head and face away from her.

“You can, you just won’t.” Josie made no move to pick up the robe. “You’d be having a field day if that girl showed up like this.”

“Jenna isn’t my sister.”