Stepbrother With Benefits 12 (Second Season) (3 page)

"He did ask me," my mom says.  "He called me when we were on our trip.  It was very polite and nice.  I was so proud of him for doing that."

"You really did that?" his dad asks, smiling.

"Yeah," Ethan says.

He sits back down with me and I wrap my arms around him and hug him.  He hugs me back and kisses me quick.  Um... just quick, because our parents are right there, but I kind of want it to
not
be quick.

This is a bad thing to say, but to be honest I'm still kind of horny, and Ethan being so responsible and adamant about dating me is sexy and arousing in a way I didn't think was possible.  I don't know if this is because of the teasing before or what.  I think it's sexy either way.

Ugh, I'm a sex freak, aren't I?  This is bad.

"I don't know why you didn't tell me earlier," his dad says.  "When we came back from our trip and saw you and Ashley in the pool room, why didn't you just say something then?  You two were cleaning and you acted like it was the same old same old.  I guess I don't understand."

Oh... um... I start to blush.  Also I remember what we were doing then.  That was a really nice vibrator.  Thinking about vibrators right now is probably the worst thing I can do.

Ethan's blushing, too, which isn't good.  We're both quiet.

"Since no one's going to explain it, I will," my mom says.  "They were having sex.  On the pool table, too!  With sex toys.  I told them to do that in the privacy of their own room.  It's not like we have sex on the pool table, so they shouldn't, either."

Surprisingly, um... Ethan's dad says, "We did a few times while they were away, didn't we?"

My mom stares at him, her mouth open.  "You can't tell them that!  Not after I yelled at them for doing it!"

"It's my pool table.  I paid for it.  I think I can use it however I want."

"Ewww," I say.  "Really?  Eww!"

"That's just fucking gross," Ethan says, shaking his head.  "Good job, though, Dad.  High five."

And they do.  Ethan and his dad give each other a high five.

"Ethan, you can't high five your dad for having sex with my mom.  That's super weird!"

"What?  They're married.  Obviously they're having sex."

"On the pool table!"

Ethan shrugs.  His dad shrugs, too.  I glare at the both of them.

"We cleaned it off after, Ashley," my mom says.  "You don't have to worry about that.  There's no cross-contamination or anything."

"Mom," I say, staring at her, unblinking.

"I'm just saying, honey," she says.

"I thought we were all pretending we didn't know each other?  What ever happened to that?"

"Yeah, that was kind of fun," my stepdad says, then to my mom he adds, "It was interesting.  I'm glad you thought of that, hun."

"Yeah, it was cool," Ethan says.  "But, uh... seriously, though.  Real talk here for a second.  I know that Ashley is your stepdaughter and so I guess that makes her like a daughter to you, so I'm just going to ask you, too, like I asked her mom.  Uh..."

All eyes are on Ethan.  I watch him carefully.  This is new and different, and...

"Sir..." Ethan says, struggling with the word.  "I'd like to date your daughter."

"No way," my stepdad says immediately.  "Not happening."

"What!  You can't say that," my mom says.  "That was so nice and sweet, Ethan.  Don't listen to your father.  I'll let you date Ashley as long as you want, but only if as long as you want is forever."

"Mom,
really?
" I say.  "You're going to scare him.  You're scaring me, even.  That's just creepy sounding."

"It's not creepy, it's the truth."

Ethan's dad stands up and goes over to Ethan.  Ethan stands, too, but looks a little confused.  His dad holds out his hand and Ethan takes it.  They shake hands for a second, but then my stepdad puts his other hand around his son and pulls him in for a hug.

"I was just kidding," Ethan's dad says.  "I've always wanted to say that, though.  It's one of those things.  If you have a daughter some day, you'll understand."

"Wow," Ethan says, grunting.  "Really, Dad?  Wow."

"I'm fine with you and Ashley dating.  Just be careful with each other, alright?  You both mean a lot to me and it would kill me if either one of you got hurt."

"Yeah, I know," Ethan says.

I look up at them and smile.  Ethan's dad smiles down at me, too.

"The opposite is true, too, though," he says.  "It would make me extremely happy to see the both of you happy, and if you're happy together, then so be it."

"Awww," my mom says, gushing.  "Ashley, isn't that sweet?"

I smile, because it is.  It's nice.  I feel like we've accomplished a lot today, and the day just started, so it's like we've accomplished even more.

"I don't want to find out about you having sex on the pool table again, though," my stepdad says.

He points right at me, too. 
Oh no.

"You better not corrupt my son, young lady," Ethan's dad says to me.

"What!  Me?"

"You don't even know the half of it," Ethan says.  "Seriously, this girl's a freak."

"Ashley, really?" my mom asks.  "Are you a freak?"

"Mom!  I am not."

"If you want to talk about it later, I'm here for you, honey," she says.  "If you have any questions at all, I'll try to answer them as best I can."

"Mom... please stop?"

Really.  Really really.  This is weird.

It's kind of nice, too.  Nice in an embarrassing way, but still nice.  I'm glad we can all still be, um... I guess it's a family?  A weird family, maybe.  Ethan's not really my family.  He's my stepbrother, yes, but he's my boyfriend now and I don't know if he can be both.

Stepbrother boyfriend with benefits?

He winks at me and comes back to sit down next to me while his dad goes back over to my mom, too.  My mom and his dad start figuring out the rest of our breakfast, apparently starting with eggs.

Ethan leans over and whispers into my ear.  "Hope you're ready, Princess.  Now that that's all settled, once we're done with breakfast I'm going to drag you to the showers.  No more teasing, this time is for real..."

Oh no... I'm in trouble, aren't I?

Very very good trouble...

––––––––

B
reakfast is nice.  If I'm being completely fucking honest, breakfast is always nice, though.  Who doesn't like breakfast?  For real, that's just weird as fuck.  I get not having time for breakfast, or maybe not feeling hungry in the morning sometimes, but other than that, breakfast is amazing.

Everything else is pretty great so far, too.  My dad and I talk over food and Ashley and her mom talk, too.  We all just talk together, one big happy family or whatever the fuck you want to call it.  I guess it's kind of weird if you think about it as me and my dad and my stepmom and stepsister, but it doesn't have to be like that.

I mean, really, how is this any different from just hanging out with my girlfriend and her mom, and then my dad is there, too?  It's like in-laws or something.  One in-law.

Fuck, what happens if that happens?  What do I call Ashley's mom then?  Mom, I guess.  Actually, yeah, that works, but how do I refer to her to others?  Do I say she's my stepmom or my mother-in-law or what?

Fuck.

I think I have some time before I have to worry about that, though.  Calm the fuck down, Ethan!  It's only been about a week.  That's way too soon for marriage and babies and all of that.  Holy fuck, where'd babies come from?

So, hey, how about that breakfast?  Good, right?  Yeah...

We finish up eating and I help my dad put the fire out and clear everything away.  Ashley and her mom are cleaning up what they can.  We're going to have to bring these pans up front to clean them off later, but we've got time.

There's no real rush or anything.  That's one of the things I like about camping, especially without phones or whatever the fuck else.  You just kind of live in the moment and you don't worry about everything else.  Do you know how liberating it is to not even know what time it is and to have no real reason to care?  Yeah, we can just turn the car on and check the radio to figure it out, but right now it doesn't matter and it might not even matter for a week or two.

We can just have fun.  My dad knows about my relationship with Ashley, and he's cool with it.  Ashley's mom knows.  Even Caleb knows, which I guess is good?  Fuck if I know.  It's good because now he won't try to put the moves on Ashley and if he does I have an excuse to kick his ass.  Don't even make me do it, campground boy.

"Hey," I say, because, yeah, I'm just going to live in the moment right now.  "I'm going to go take a shower."

"Alright," my dad says.  "Sounds nice.  I'll probably head over there in a few, too.  Just want to take care of some things here."

"If you find a hair dryer, let me know!" my stepmom says.

Ashley just kind of fidgets around, nervous.  I sneak over and give her a quick kiss before heading to our tent to grab my stuff.  As soon as I come out, something happens, though.  It's kind of crazy, actually.

"Um... I think I'm going to go take a shower, too..." Ashley says, kind of shy and cute as fuck.

"Are you now?" her mom asks, grinning wide.

"Should just take a shower with Ethan," my dad says, grinning, too.  "Save some quarters."

"That's not why I'm going!" she shouts, almost squeaking a little.

It's kind of funny and I start to laugh.  My dad and her mom tease her a little more, but she ignores them and stomps over to the tent to grab her things, too.  I wait for her, because I'm a nice guy like that.  Yeah, high quality boyfriend material right here, don't you forget it.

Ashley comes out of the tent, and when she sees me waiting for her, she looks a little surprised.

"What's that look for?" I ask her, smirking.

"Were you waiting for me?" she asks.

"Yeah?"

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Go!" my stepmom says.  "Go take a shower.  Hurry up so we can plan our day!"

"Hey, listen," I counter, trying to put on a straight face.  "I have to make sure I clean up nice.  Need to be presentable.  Respectability takes time, alright?"

"Oh, right," Ashley says, rolling her eyes at me.  "Who are you trying to impress, Ethan?"

"You, for starters," I tell her.

She starts to blush.  My stepmom gives me a silent nod and a thumbs up behind Ashley's back.  My dad just sighs and shakes his head.

"Come on, Princess," I say, nudging her elbow with mine.  "Let's go shower.  I don't know what these freaks over here think we're going to be doing, but all I'm planning on doing is showering."

"Oh, um... yup!" Ashley says, nodding fast.  "That's all we're going to be doing is showering."

"You're blowing our cover," I tell her.

"What do you mean I'm blowing our cover?  We're just going to shower, Ethan."

"Listen, literally no one is going to buy that the way you're saying it."

"How am I even saying it?  I'm not saying it any weird way.  You're dumb."

"It's true," her mom says.  "We're not buying it, honey."

"Not at all," my dad says.

"You don't have to buy anything!" Ashley says in protest.  "I'm... I'm going to take a shower with my boyfriend and that's all!"

Oooooh damn.
  She played the
boyfriend
card.  This just got real.

Yeah, well, seriously, though.  Shower.  We don't have all day here, Princess.  I start to head over there, walking slow.  She doesn't notice at first.

"It looks like your boyfriend is leaving you behind, though," her mom tells her.

"What?"  Ashley spins around and sees me walking away.  It's not even that far, maybe ten feet or something, but she stares at me wide-eyed like I've traveled across the country without telling her.  "Ethan!  Where are you going?"

"Uh, showers?  They're up front?"

She puts her hands on her hips and glares at me, which is pretty entertaining considering her hands are filled with a small tote bag of shower essentials and her change of clothes.

"Ugh!" she says.

Ugh?
  Yeah, sure, let's go with it.  If the worst thing that happens to me today is a silly, pouty "ugh" from Ashley, then today's going to be fucking perfect.

––––––––

I
'm just going to take a shower.  I am
just
going to take a shower.  I
am
just going to take a shower.

I repeat this mantra over and over again.  I don't know who I'm trying to convince, because it's just Ethan and I walking right now, but I feel like I should be ready just in case, right?  What if someone sees us and they ask where we're going.

"I'm just going to take a shower!" I say out loud.  This is practice.

"Who are you even talking to?" Ethan asks, giving me a weird look, one eye-brow raised.

"Um..."

From out of the woods behind us, a giant furry animal comes running over.  It's the dog.

"I'm talking to the dog!" I tell Ethan.  "I didn't want him to worry about where we were going."

"Look, Princess.  Talking to the dog is my thing," Ethan says.  "You can't talk to the dog like that."

The dog comes trotting up beside us, walking with us, his tongue sticking out, panting happily.

"I can talk to the dog however I want," I say.  Turning to the dog, I add, "Right?  You like when I talk to you, don't you, Gilgamesh?"

"Did you just call the dog Gilgamesh?  Are you trying to name my dog right out from under me?"

"He's not your dog, Ethan," I say, sticking out my tongue at him.  "You found him in the woods, but he's not yours."

"No way, of course he is," Ethan says.  "We're best buds.  Right, Dog?"

"You can't just call him Dog.  He needs a real name."

"Oh, yeah?  Like Gilgamesh?  What's that even mean?"

"He was a Sumerian King!" I say.  "I watched this anime once and in it Gilgamesh was the King of All Heroes and Possessor of Everything, too.  It was really interesting, actually.  I don't think that's historically accurate, but I liked the idea a lot."