Stepbrother With Benefits 12 (Second Season) (9 page)

"Do you find her attractive?" I ask.

"Listen, Scarlet's attractive, but she's also crazy, so any bonus points she gained for being attractive are instantly lost because she's crazy."

"What about the tongue ring?"  Yes, ask him about the tongue ring.  This is the important question.

"Uh... what about her tongue ring?"

Ugh.  Really, Ethan?

"Do tongue rings really make it nice?" I ask.  "For um... things..."  I sneak closer to him so I can whisper in his ear.  "For blowjobs?  If I had a tongue ring, would you like it?"

"I guess?" he says.  "That's what I've heard.  Guys say that it feels better, but to be completely fucking honest with you, Princess, I'm pretty sure a blowjob always feels good.  My idea of a good time definitely involves my cock in your mouth.  Or your pussy.  Your hand.  We can get creative here if you want.  I'm open to more ideas."

Alright, mouth, pussy, hand... wait,
more
ideas?  Um...

"What else is there?" I ask.  "I think you just named everything."

"Holy shit, no way.  Breasts?  Aw yeah... anal sex, too.  Some guys are into feet, but that's not really my thing.  There's also when you hold a girl's thighs tight together and just kind of thrust between them.  Not inside her, right?  But between her thighs.  Not really sure what the point is with that one, but I guess if you angle it right then my cock's going to press against your clit every time I thrust forward, so..."

Ooohhhh, hmmm... I try to picture it in my mind, and while it seems kind of strange at first, I can definitely see the appeal.  Maybe we can...

Wait!  I'm getting distracted by Ethan's bad boy ways.

"Stop distracting me!" I tell him.  "We were talking about tongue rings and how Scarlet is attractive and she has a tongue ring and I can't deal with this Ethan, you need to..."

To what?  I don't know.  That's what I'm trying to figure out.

"You don't even have to worry about Scarlet," he tells me.  "She's cool, and I hang out with her sometimes, but most of the time it just ends up with us doing stupid shit and getting into trouble, or almost getting into trouble.  I think it's a bad idea for her to come here, because who fucking knows what's going to happen?  Probably the entire forest gets burned down or something.  It's not like she's a pyromaniac or anything, but bad things happen when Scarlet is around."

"Bad things happen when you're around," I point out.  "Also, that's what I'm worried about, Ethan.  The trouble part you mentioned.  I... I don't want you to do things with her that will get you in trouble with me..."

I think maybe that's an awkward way to say it, but, there, I said it.

"I promise not to burn the forest down," Ethan says, completely missing the point of what I'm saying.

"That's not what I meant," I say.  "I mean, um... I don't... you can't have sex with her or anything, Ethan."

"Would you cut that shit out?" he says.  "Princess, we've got rules.  I think that's one of the rules, isn't it?  I'm serious about these.  I'm not going to fuck around."

"I know, it's just..."

I know, but I don't know.  Yes, we have rules, but the entire idea behind a bad boy is that he doesn't exactly follow the rules?  I don't even know why I feel this way, it's just the way Ethan was talking to Scarlet on the phone.  They seem more casual.  They seem...

Ethan swirls me around, then picks me up, just like that.  I'm straddling his waist and his hands are cupping my butt, holding me like that.  Our noses touch, my face so very close to his.  He presses forward and kisses me, holding me like that.  Instinctive, I wrap my hands behind his neck and kiss him back.

I don't know why I'm doing this.  To be honest, I don't even fully realize what I'm doing.  Then it all kind of hits me at once and... oh my God we're standing out in the middle of the front of the campground, Ethan's hands are holding my butt, I'm basically straddling him in the air, and we're making out.

Also, Hero decides right then to come up and start barking at us.

"Fuck you, Hero," Ethan says to him.  "I'm kissing my girlfriend here.  Don't be a dick."

"Ethan, he's a dog," I say.  "He's not being a dick."

"He's trying to cockblock me.  That's being a dick in my book."

"We can't have sex right out here in the open, so there's no cockblocking going on," I say.

"Oh yeah?  You think we can't?"

Um... well... yes, I did think that, but now I'm not so sure?  I jolt my head side to side quick to see if anyone is watching us.  There's a few people off in the distance and I think they look our way, but mostly we're just by ourselves.

There's more, though.  It's fun to get excited like this, but there's more, too.  We're just starting our relationship, and I just... I need to talk to him.  That's one of our rules, too, isn't it?

"I'm just nervous," I tell him, truthful.

He gives me a confused look.  "I was just kidding, Princess.  I'm not going to fuck you right here.  I'd drag you to the showers or something.  Speaking of... I think we forgot our clothes..."

I laugh.  "Yeah, um... we should go get those."

"Yeah," he says.  "Let's talk, too.  I promise not to try and seduce you for at least ten minutes.  That's about as long as I can hold off, though."

We go to get our clothes, but this isn't even normal.  Ethan carries me exactly like he's already holding me, his hand under my butt, my legs wrapped around his waist as he lifts me higher.  I hug his neck tight to keep myself from falling, and I'm pretty sure this is exactly what he wanted to happen.  My breasts practically smother his face, and he doesn't even try to pretend he doesn't enjoy it.

"This is going to be the longest ten minutes of my life," he mutters.

"Be good!" I tell him, bopping him on the head.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, but then he presses his nose between my breasts and shakes his head side to side.

"Not like that!"

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T
his is serious, I guess.  I understand that, alright?  It's not like I'm a complete idiot here.  I know that sometimes you need to do things like talk and all of that.  Yeah, so I haven't exactly been in a regular relationship before, but I still know how to talk to people.  I might be better at fucking than talking, but with Ashley I want to be good at both.

I get where she's coming from, too.  I don't blame her for worrying.  I've kind of fucked up a lot in my life, and she has a right to get nervous about me potentially fucking up again.  To be honest, I'm sure I'm going to fuck something up sometime, because, uh... I'm only eighteen.  Almost nineteen now.  Holy shit, I'm getting old.

But, yeah, I might do something stupid, but I'm going to try and do it like my dad does.  Business junk, right?  Calculated risks, but nothing that's going to hurt people or destroy me.  Uh... maybe that's how that works?  Fuck, what about the stock market?  Yeah, those guys think they're playing the stocks game fine, but then they lose all their money and who the fuck knows what happens after that?

I think I'd rather be poor than hurt Ashley, though.  I'd rather lose everything else I have before I lose her.  We've got rules, and I plan to follow them.  To be fair, I think they're pretty easy to follow.  Especially rule number eleven.  Did I eat her out yet today?  Nah, but it's a rule, and...

Calm the fuck down, Ethan!  We're talking here.

Or, we're about to.

We go into the shower stall to get our clothes and I sit down on the bench next to her.  It's kind of private in here, but without the shower to distract us, everything we say echoes off the walls and bounces back to us, sounding more serious and important.  You can't just say something in here, you have to listen to yourself say it, too.  There's a difference.

I'm not like that, anyways.  Some guys say shit to girls and they don't mean it.  I try not to do that.  If I did, I never meant to.  I don't know if that makes it better, because I've still hurt a lot of people, but I tried to be upfront with them from the start.

I'm going to be upfront with Ashley, always..

"It's rule number ten," she says after a little while of silence.  "That one was that you can't sleep with other girls while we're doing what we're doing, but that was the stepbrother with benefits for a week thing, I think."

"It's not," I tell her, steady.  "It's not just for a week, Princess.  I won't do that ever.  Just you and me, alright?"

"Yes, but..."  She hesitates.  "What about a threesome?  Like, me and you and then another girl, too?"

Holy fuck, I'm dead.  Is she crazy?  This girl is going to kill me.  I seriously almost die from choking.  Where the fuck did that come from?

"Ethan!  Are you... Ethan, are you alright?"  She slaps me on the back, for all the good it does.  I'm not choking on food over here, Princess, I'm choking on your words.

"We're not having a threesome," I say.  Just need to get that out of the way right now.  "I'm not even going to try and stretch these rules, Princess.  No fucking way.  No theoretical or technical or whatever the fuck else kind of bullshit some guys might try to use."

"Are you sure?" she asks me, straight-faced.

I don't know how she can look so serious after what she just said.  Maybe Scarlet isn't the only crazy girl I know.  Fuck, I'm screwed.  They're both going to kill me in entirely different ways.  Caleb better fucking get laid and fall in love or some shit, because this isn't even worth it.

"I'm going to be completely honest with you right now," I say.  "You're too much, Princess.  You're entirely too fucking much, and when I'm with you, the only thing I can think about is you.  Like, right now, that's all I can really think about.  I mean, yeah, there's other stuff sometimes, but it's always about the other stuff
and
you.  A threesome?  What the fuck would be the point?  I'd be too distracted by you and just you, so I don't know what the fuck the other girl would be doing.  Just sitting there, I guess.  Not really my thing."

"It could be another guy," she offers.  "A threesome doesn't just have to be with another girl, Ethan."

"There's not going to be another guy," I tell her.  "If you need another guy, I'm just not doing it right."

"But there's... there's that thing, um..."

I'm conflicted, because I don't want there to be
that thing
, except the way she's murmuring and looking all shy as fuck right now is seriously turning me on, and I kind of want to know what it is.

"What?" I ask her.  "What thing?"

"Um... double penetration or something?  When, er... things... and..."

"Princess, I know what double penetration is," I tell her.  "What the fuck kind of porn have you been watching?"

"I don't watch porn, Ethan.  I'm a lady."

"A lady who deepthroats my cock and whispers about how she's not on birth control so if I keep fucking her she's going to get pregnant," I point out.

She blushes and buries her face in my shoulder.  Holy fuck, I just want to rip off our clothes and sit her down on my cock right now, but I don't think ten minutes has passed yet.  Why are you doing this to me, Princess?

"This isn't even about that," I tell her.  "You're just making shit up trying to see if I'm going to break the rules or bend the rules or whatever the fuck, and I'm telling you right now that I'm not going to.  Here, let's even make it a rule.  How's that sound?"

"That sounds weird," she says.  "That doesn't even make sense."

"It makes perfect sense," I tell her.  "What rule are we on now?"

"Twenty-two, I think."

"Sure.  Rule number twenty-two is that I will never break any of the rules."

"It's dumb, though," she says, laughing.  "You can't make a rule about not breaking the rules, because you're not supposed to break the rules in the first place.  It's kind of already a rule."

"It's a double rule now, then.  It's an unwritten rule and it's rule number twenty-two."

"I guess..."

"We're going to write this shit down," I tell her.  "I'm going to memorize it.  I'm going to follow every fucking rule so damn hard, you don't even know, Princess."

She laughs again, then tilts her head up and kisses my cheek.  "Alright," she says.

"Good," I say.

"Um... Ethan?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to get a tongue ring?  Because I think it could be neat, but also if someone sees I have a tongue ring they're going to think things about me, won't they?  Can I hide it?  How do tongue rings work."

This is complicated, but this is also my specialty.  I know how to do bad things and sometimes get away with it, so I can work with her here and come up with a plan of action.

"First off, it's not about me, it's about you," I say.  "If you want to get a tongue ring, that's cool, though.  If not, whatever.  I'll gladly let you suck my cock either way, Princess.  Don't even worry about that."

"Oh, you're so chivalrous and polite," Ashley says, rolling her eyes at me.

"Yeah, chivalrous as fuck.  That's what everyone says," I say, grinning at her.

She just rolls her eyes again.  Has it been ten minutes yet?  Yeah... she's done for once that time passes.  We don't even have a fucking timer, though.  Shit.

"If you're worried about people finding out and, uh... thinking... things?" 
What the fuck does that even mean?
  "Yeah, if you're worried, then just get something else pierced.  Won't be the same or have the same effect, but there's other piercings that can be sexy, Princess."

"Huh?  Like what?"

"Nipples?" I offer.  "Maybe your clit?"

Fuck, man... now I can't stop thinking about it.  Ashley's perfect as fuck breasts, just right there.  I imagine her laying on my bed, naked, a little shy blush on her cheeks, and then to top it all off, her firm nipples pierced right through with little bars.  I start to fucking daydream about licking all around them, paying severe and extreme attention to her breasts, her nipples.

Some girls can cum just from that, or so I've heard.  Never really had the patience for it considering I can make them cum in quite a number of other ways, but if Little Miss Perfect wants to give it a shot, I'd be willing to try it out.