Stepbrother With Benefits 12 (Second Season) (6 page)

I mean, yeah, I think I could probably get hard.  It's hard not to get hard with Ashley trying to seduce the fuck out of me.  I think we're both tired, though.

I thought showers were supposed to be nice and refreshing?  Why am I exhausted as fuck, then?  Seriously, what the fuck?

She rains kisses all over my face while the shower rains on each of us.  A little more time passes, and eventually the water turns off.  We're left in some sense of serenity, the gentle drip drip drip of whatever water is left slowly dropping down onto us.

Yeah, uh... now that we're done, now that I have some time to think, I have a few choice things to say to this girl.

The first is, "Holy fuck."

She grins at me, unable to contain herself.  She looks super fucking happy with herself, and smug, too.  Yeah, you've really outdone yourself this time, Princess.  Bravo.

"That was so amazing," she says.  "Wow."

Second thing.  Here it is.  I'm saying it.

"You dirty liar.  I saw you take your birth control the other night.  I didn't see you last night, but I'm pretty fucking sure you took it."

She bites her bottom lip and looks up and away from me.  When she looks back, she bats her eyelashes.  This is like The Fast and the Furious, but with eyelashes right here.

I think I lied before.  I don't know.  I'm pretty sure I could get another erection if she keeps this up, though.  Who the fuck knew that eyelashes were sexy as fuck?  I sure didn't.  Not before now, at least.

"Did I?" she asks, coy, feigning innocence.  "Whoops!  I must have forgotten."

"You didn't forget shit!" I tell her.  Seriously, real talk, she knew exactly what she was doing.  "Holy fuck, you're dangerous."

"Well, I can't get pregnant
now
, Ethan!" she says, slapping my shoulder.  "Seriously, I've got to finish college first.  After, though..."  She trails off, and offers me a sly, shy smile.

"Don't even fucking tempt me," I tell her.  "I'll go to your graduation and drag you off right after you go up on stage and get your diploma, then fuck the shit out of you in a room for a week just to make sure I've done the job right."

"Promise?" she asks.

And it's those fucking eyelashes again!  Seriously, what's up with that?

"Princess, you need to calm down here," I tell her.  Someone has to say it, so I guess it should be me.

"Do you like it, though?" she asks.  "Was it sexy?"

"Sexy as fuck, no doubt about it," I tell her.

"It's soon, though, huh?" she asks.  "I know that, too.  I don't want to rush anything, Ethan, but... I do want to have babies some day.  I just want to finish college, too.  I'm a good girl, remember?"

The way she says it... yeah, definitely makes my cock twitch.  Round three?  Nah, not yet.  Give me a little more time, and maybe.

"I don't know what the fuck kind of good girl you are," I say.  "Never met a good girl who says dirty things like that.  What was with the whole 'Oh, if you cum in me when I'm cumming, I'll definitely get pregnant' thing?  Is that true?"

"Maybe, kind of?  It's supposed to be, but it's not like it's completely necessary or anything.  I guess it just helps, or that's what I've heard."

"You used it against me, Princess.  You said that just to make me cum.  It worked.  Good fucking job."  I shake my head and sigh, pretending to be disappointed or upset or something.  I have no idea.

"You liked it!" she says, kissing my cheek.  "Can we do stuff like that more?" she asks.  "I like pretend roleplaying.  It's fun.  Did you like when I was telling you no, that you couldn't?"

"Yeah," I say.  Fuck yeah, actually.  "Just... if you really don't want me to do something, tell me, alright?  I'll stop.  I don't want to force you into anything."

"You don't," she says, kissing me quick on the lips.  "Never.  Not even once.  I really like that, Ethan.  I feel like you're always careful and gentle with me, even when we're being rough."

That's a first.  I don't know if anyone's ever said that to me.  I guess they might have thought it, because, yeah, I try to be a considerate guy, but I think Ashley's the first girl who ever thought I was careful or gentle.  Honestly, she's probably the first person who's ever thought that.

If I have my way, she's going to be the last, too.  No more.  I'm done.  I've got all I need right here, sitting in my lap, impaled on my cock.  She's enough.

To be completely fucking honest, she's probably more than enough.  Seriously, this girl's a freak.

"I love you," she says, grinning at me with her lips and her eyes and her entire fucking soul.  Fuck, she's beautiful.

"Yeah, I love you, too, Princess," I say.  I hope I'm grinning at her with everything, too, every single fucking part of me.  All of it.

––––––––

E
than puts in a few more quarters and this time we shower for real.  I don't know if it's just a shower, though.  We're close.  Ethan runs his hands over my body, cleaning and washing me, but it's more than that, too.  It's not inherently sexual, but it's...

It's nice.  It's intimate and close and loving, and it's everything I could have ever hoped to have.  It's something I never really knew existed before now.  I didn't know relationships could be like this.  I didn't know that I could feel this way.  I didn't even know this was possible.

I didn't know that I could ever fully enjoy sex the way I do with Ethan.  I knew it was supposed to be an enjoyable thing, and that it was supposed to feel good, but it's different with him.  I feel completely uninhibited, relaxed and like I can be myself.

It's not like I'm that much different.  I still want to get good grades, and I still think some of the things that Ethan and I do together are a little, um... they are not things I probably would have done before we started our stepbrother with benefits relationship.  They aren't bad, though.  It's nothing bad or wrong or anything I should be ashamed of.

It's an expression of myself and my hopes and dreams and desires.  I guess you can say that what we just did, when I told him I wasn't on birth control even though I was, um... that was kind of kinky and I might be a sex freak.  Maybe I am, too!  But that's alright.

I like to think that was an expression of myself, too, though.  Of my hopes and dreams.  I like to think that what I was really trying to say is that I love Ethan so much and that I want to be with him, not just for now, and not just for the summer, but for a long time.  Forever.  The ultimate, inevitable expression of
"together"
to me is having a family.

Also, I liked that Ethan got even more aroused when I told him I could get pregnant.  I mean, yes, it felt really good, and he was most certainly a sex-crazed man on a mission right then, but I liked that it didn't worry him.  I think he probably knew that it was just a game, but I also think that he would have done the exact same thing if it wasn't a game.  He wouldn't have regretted it, either.

I know this is strange, and I'm not going to rush into anything, believe me!  But... I think Ethan would be a really good father.  I don't know exactly why.  There's a lot of reasons, really.  He's a good person, no matter how much of a bad boy he thinks he is.  Yes, he's a bad boy, too, but sometimes we need a little bad boy inside us.

Um... I want Ethan's big bad boy inside me, but... oh my God I really just thought that, didn't I?  Eek...

When we finish washing up, which is a lot of fun, I help Ethan dry off.  And by that I mean I take his towel and I pretend to dry him off at first, but then it's really just an excuse to stroke his partially erect cock.  I can't even believe he's managing that much.

Really, Ethan? 
Really?

"If you keep that up, you better be willing to finish what you're starting, Princess," he says, his cock twitching in my hand under the towel.

I pull my hand away and toss the towel at him.

"Ugh!" I say.  "Is that all you think about, Ethan Colton?  Seriously!"

"You make it really fucking easy to think about," he says, smirking at me.  "Fuck, look at that perfect fucking ass of yours.  Bend over and give me a peek at your perfect as fuck pussy."

I shake my butt at him, teasing him.  He smacks my ass in response.  Pretending to bend over to reach for my clothes, I really just want to give him a show.  A peek, as he said, at my...
my perfect as fuck pussy.

"Mmm, yeah, that's it," he says.

Before I know it, Ethan is behind me.  His hand caresses along my ass, soft at first, but then he squeezes hard.  I stand up, but he puts his other hand on my back, keeping me bent over.

"You've been a naughty girl, Princess," he says.  "I'm going to have to punish you."

"What?" I ask, curious and confused.

"You said you liked when I spanked you before, right?  Yeah, well..."

He moves his hand back and smacks my ass.  It's not too hard, but I can definitely feel it.  The sound echoes through the shower stall, and it seems even louder now that the water's turned off.

"Ethan!" I say, hissing at him.  "You—"

But apparently he doesn't care!  He spanks me again, and then once more.  After that he circles his hand around the curves of my ass before dipping his fingers between my legs.  And, um... well, they're dipped elsewhere, too.

He presses two fingers into my slit, almost sending me off balance.  He steadies me and waits for me to press my hands hard against the bench beneath me before easing his fingers out and then pushing them back in.

"I love how you're always ready for me," he says.  "I love how fucking responsive you are for me, Princess.  I love sliding my fingers inside you and watching you squirm."

"Do it," I say, breathy.  "I dare you."

"You really are a naughty girl, aren't you?" he says, grinning and shaking his head.  "Alright then.  Desperate times call for drastic action."

"Um...?"

Ethan pulls me up and then spins me around.  Before I realize exactly what's going on, I'm sitting on the bench next to our clothes.  He pulls my legs apart, giving him an open show of everything in between.  Instinctively I try to close my legs at first, but he keeps them pushed open.

"Close your eyes," he says.  "I'm going to spank you again."

I close my eyes, but I don't realize at first, um...

Really, how's he going to spank me when my butt is most definitely sitting on the bench?

I realize how he intends to enact this sensual punishment a few seconds later, though.

It's soft, much lighter than when he spanked my ass, but his hand gentle smacks against my pussy.  It's, um... this is much more sensitive and provocative, too, though.  I didn't realize what he was going to do at first since my eyes were closed, but as soon as I feel the thrumming, throbbing sensation rippling through my clit, my eyes jolt open in surprise.

Oh my God, that was...

Strange?  Sensitive, definitely.  Really sexy, to be honest.  It... it was a lot, and if it was any harder I think it would have been too much, but as it is...

Wow.  I stare at Ethan, mouth open, wide-eyed.  He stares right back at me, then he smacks my pussy again.  I'm ready for it this time, and a part of me is maybe waiting for it, and...

He slides his fingers up and down, teasing across the curves of my feminine folds.  He slips a finger inside of me, then another, pushing in and out.  Then he smacks my pussy lightly again.

I feel it.  It's so strange.  I don't think this is a regular orgasm.  It's just small and minor, but very... twitchy?  It's hard to explain.  My pussy clenches of its own accord, refusing to acknowledge anything I think it should be doing.  My clit spasms and throbs under Ethan's palm, and he rubs a little, side to side, goading it on.  My eyes roll into the back of my head a little and all I see is bright and white.

"Yeah," Ethan says, coming up to kiss my cheek and then nibble lightly on my earlobe.  "That's my good girl, Princess."

Mmm... yup... that's me... Ashley, Ethan's Little Miss Perfect, his naughty good girl.  I like it.

After that, um... well, we have to leave the shower!  We fully dry off and fully get dressed and... well, that's it.  We leave.  I feel like this is difficult, because I think it's hard for us to leave the shower.  I think I could have spent all day in there with him, except we ran out of quarters.  Which is bad, because we brought a lot of quarters.

I hope they have a lot of hot water here.  I'm kind of worried about that, actually.  I mean, yes, it'll come back, refill, or however it works here, but by the time we were finished, the hot water was more warm than anything else, and...

"Hey!" my mom says, waving to us from the road heading to the showers.  It's a decent distance away, but not that far.  She's got her own change of clothes, and my stepdad is right next to her with his clothes.

"You two weren't showering this entire time, were you?" Ethan's dad asks.

"Wait, what?" my mom asks.  "Were you, really?  Huh!"

"Um..."  I refuse to answer!  I will not incriminate myself!

"Ashley's got a lot of hair," Ethan says.  "Takes forever to wash."

"That's funny," my mom says.  "Seems like she washes it quick on her own.  I wonder what's different now?"

"Um..."  I refuse!  I won't!

"I understand," Ethan's dad says, smirking.  "Her mom has a lot of hair, too.  Might have to take our time washing that, don't you think, honey?"

"Oh, we definitely might have to do that," my mom says, grinning at him.

My mom. 
That's my mom.
Ugh!  Seriously?

I give her a look.  That look!  She just shrugs at me, feigning innocence.  I'm not even buying that, Mom.  Not even close.

Ethan gives his dad a thumb's up, though.  What the heck!  Really, Ethan?  Ugh...

"Oh, Caleb was looking for you two," my mom says.  "He said something about, um... he taught Gilgamesh how to shake hands?  Who's Gilgamesh?"

"The dog," Ethan says, sighing.  "Blame Ashley.  I didn't come up with that name."

"Does that make Ethan 'Enkidu' then?" my stepdad asks.

I laugh.  A lot.  Oh no!  Is Ethan my wild man?  Yes, probably.