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Authors: Mia Clark

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Stepbrother With Benefits 15 (Third Season)

Stepbrother With Benefits 15 (Third Season)

Mia Clark

Published by Cherrylily, 2015.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

STEPBROTHER WITH BENEFITS 15 (THIRD SEASON)

First edition. December 11, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 Mia Clark.

Written by Mia Clark.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Foreword

Stepbrother With Benefits 15

A Note from Mia

About the Author

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Stepbrother With Benefits 15

*** Ethan

M
y dad wants to talk to me about Ashley.  I think I know what he's going to say, but I don't know what we're supposed to talk about.  I guess I'm about to find out, though.

"Hey," I say.  "Do we have to do this here?  Can we just take a walk or something, go somewhere else instead?"

"Sure," my dad says.  "Let's go."

That settles that.  We leave my dorm room behind and go out into the hall.  It's filled with parents saying goodbye to their kids, and people moving shit into their rooms.  We walk down the halls without saying anything for now and pass by the common area where a few people are watching a movie.

The common rooms are pretty cool.  It's a nice place to go to meet people during the afternoon or evening.  It's a great place to bring a girl really late at night when everyone else is sleeping, too.  I think that's more of my past self thinking about that, because sometimes you want to do some things with a girl, but you don't want to bring her back to your room, you know?  In which case... hey, there's the common room.  Let's watch a movie, which is code for we're going to pretend to watch a movie for a couple minutes and then make out.

I don't have to do stuff like that anymore, though.  Yeah, if I want to watch a movie with Ashley, I'll watch it.  And she'll probably cuddle the fuck out of me and fall asleep, because that's sort of her thing.  It's cute, though.  Or else we'll make out.  Or fuck.

I don't have to plan this out.  It's not like I planned it out before, but when you get used to only spending a week or two with a girl, you kind of get into a routine with it.  You know what to expect, you know how it goes.  Sometimes it goes faster than usual, or sometimes it goes a little slower, but it all ends up being the same in the end.

I'm breaking new ground now, though.  I don't know what we're doing anymore.  It's pretty fucking exhilarating, though.  I can see why people do this dating thing, at least sometimes.  I never really understood it before, but it makes a lot more sense now.

My dad and I head to the elevator and go down to the ground floor, then out the front.  When we get to the street, we just pick a random direction and go on our way.  I don't know where we're going.  I guess this isn't about that, so it doesn't matter.  It's my kind of thing, though.  Who the fuck knows what's going on?  Let's just move and figure it out on the way.

"I heard about what happened with Ashley this afternoon," my dad says.  "Her ex-boyfriend?"

Fuck him, that stupid fucking loser.  He's one of the main reasons I used to do what I did.  I mean, yeah, I enjoyed it, too, but it's so fucking easy to hurt someone, and guys like Jake are selfish as fuck, so...

Ego boost, right?  A confidence building activity.  That might have included a lot of sex and screwing around.  Whatever.  It's over now, but I don't regret it.  Plenty of the girls I screwed around with found really nice boyfriends after.  I found a really nice girlfriend, too.  It all worked out in the end.

"Ethan?" my dad asks.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," I say.  "I kind of spaced out for a second there.  I'm just really fucking pissed.  I don't know what his problem is."

"I'm not entirely sure about the history involved here, but your stepmother wanted me to make sure you're doing alright.  I know it's hard since you two are going to be apart for awhile.  I know it might make you feel helpless, like you can't do anything to help her, but I want you to know that's not true."

Damn fucking straight it's not true!  I'm already thinking of ways to beat his ass when I visit Ashley one weekend.  I'm just not sure if once is enough.  Maybe I should make a ritual out of it?  Like, yeah, before I see Ashley each time I visit her, I pay Jake a
friendly
visit and collect on the ass kicking debt he owes me.

"He's going to get what's coming to him," I tell my dad.  "I thought he already did, but I guess it wasn't enough."

"That's the thing with these kinds of situations," my dad says quietly.  "It's true that most of the time if you stand up to a bully, you can get them to leave you alone forever, but sometimes you come across someone who is just so singularly obsessed with something that you need to think of alternative methods as a solution to remove the problem."

Holy fuck, is my dad saying what I think he's saying?

"So, you're saying we need to hire a hitman?" I ask.

"What?"  My dad sounds surprised.  "Ethan, no!"

"What are you yelling at me for?  You're the one saying we need to find alternative methods to remove the problem.  That's exactly what you just said!"

"We're not killing anyone!  That's not what I was trying to say!"

"I think that's the entire point of hiring a hitman, Dad," I tell him.  "We wouldn't be the ones to do it, the hitman would."

My dad shakes his head and laughs at me.  "Alright, let's start this over.  No assassinations, Ethan.  What I was trying to say is that I doubt Ashley sticking up for herself is going to solve this problem.  In which case—"

"I have to kick his ass," I say, finishing my dad's sentence for him.  That's what he was going to say, right?

"The problem with kicking someone's ass is that it can result in you getting into legal trouble," my dad reminds me.

"I don't know if you realize this, but I've gotten into plenty of trouble before.  It's kind of my thing."

My dad sighs, and gives me a look.  It's a weird look, kind of a cross between admiration and exasperation, or whatever the fuck you want to call it.

"Alright, listen," he says.  "I get that you've got a reputation, and I can see how sometimes it might be beneficial for certain scenarios, but let's try and come at this from a different angle.  Shall we try a thought experiment?"

"Thought experiment," I say, nodding.  "Yeah, sure."

"What's the outcome of you kicking Jake's ass?  Besides temporary personal satisfaction?"

"Uh... his ass will be kicked?  What more do you want from me?"

"Ethan, as soon as you leave, he'll just be angry.  And who will be there to protect Ashley after that?  She'll essentially be trapped with him for the rest of the week.  I know it's easier for you, but Ashley's not like you.  She's a brilliant young woman and I'm proud of her accomplishments, but..."

Fuck, he's right.  Don't get me wrong, I'm all about, uh... feminism or whatever the fuck.  Independent women who can protect themselves, you know?  And, yeah, that's cool and all, but she's my goddamn fucking Princess, and I can't stand for this.

This is difficult.  Who knew that kicking someone's ass could cause problems?  It's supposed to end problems, not cause them!  Fucking A, man.  This is backwards as fuck and I don't like it.

"Alright," I say.  "I get it.  So... I have no idea what to do now."

"I must admit, I'm kind of disappointed that as soon as kicking ass is off the table, you're drawing a blank," my dad says, grinning.

"Listen, uh..."  Wait!  I just had the best idea ever.  "Ashley can take boxing classes, so she can kick his ass on her own!  Fuck yeah!  That's the answer, isn't it."

I'm so fucking good at this, you don't even know.

"That could work if we were dealing with a long term situation, but I think we need to think of solutions that can be put into motion sooner rather than later," my dad says.  "There's also one catch that I may have forgotten to mention."

Ugh.  Yeah... boxing takes time, doesn't it?  Have to learn and all that.  Ashley's good at learning, though.  Does that count?  Not sure.  I love her and all, but she's not really the tough girl sort.  She's a bad girl in her own ways, which is, uh... she's naughty and kinky as fuck when she gets excited, but that's not the same.

Basically, she's not like Scarlet, who is short and scrappy and will probably kick your ass even though I'm pretty sure the girl weighs ninety pounds soaking wet or something.

Scarlet's scary, though.  Fuck...

Ashley?  Yeah, not so scary.  Sorry, Princess, it is what it is.

"What's the catch?" I ask my dad.

"I know this is hard," he says.  "Maybe not hard to understand, but difficult to agree with.  Ashley's mother thinks that it might be best if you help Ashley instead of taking charge of the situation."

"So I hold the stupid fuck down and pin him to the ground and she kicks his ass?" I ask.

"Really, Ethan?" my dad asks, but he's laughing, too.  Seriously, what do you want from me, Dad?  "I was thinking more along the lines of letting Ashley tell you what she wants to do, and then helping her."

"Sounds fucked up," I say.

"Let me try to explain it in a way you might understand better."

"Sure."  Whatever works, right?

"I know you and Ashley have sex.  Have you ever let her be on top?"

"Is this a real question?" I ask.  I need to be sure before I incriminate myself.

"Just answer the question, Ethan," my dad says with a smirk.

"Uh... yeah..."

And, seriously, holy fuck, I love it.  I like sex with Ashley no matter what, but when she's on top, it's just sexy as fuck for some reason.  Her riding my cock, grinding this way and that.  I love when she just sits all the way down and grinds forward, rubbing her clit against me, her hands on my chest, nails raking against my pecs and abs.  I try to let her do her own thing, but sometimes I just want to grab her hips and slam harder into her, too.

I don't tell my dad that.  That'd be weird as fuck.

"It's like that," my dad says.  "It's a mutual agreement, where you let her take control of the situation, but the outcome is enjoyable to both of you.  Right?"

Wow.  I'm impressed.  My dad is a genius.  This is amazing.  It's like we finally understand each other.  I didn't think this was possible.  I try, and I think we've been doing better, but this is seriously mindblowing right here.

I also have no idea what to say, though.  What do you even say to something like that?

"I hope I didn't lose you," my dad says.  "I'm... Ethan, I'm not exactly comfortable discussing sex with you like this, but if you ever need someone to talk to and you need a man's perspective, I'm here.  You know that, right?"

"I thought we were talking about how to put Jake in his place, though?" I say.

"Well, yes, but you looked a little... unsure after what I just said."

"Nah, I'd say I'm more inspired.  Really, you should explain stuff like that more often.  Makes a lot of sense.  Is that how you do it in business?  During business meetings or whatever?"

"Compare sex positions to real world scenarios?" my dad asks.

"Yeah, that."

He laughs.  "No.  I think I'd get a stern talking to by HR about our sexual harassment policy."

"Seriously?  That sucks."

"Well, you get used to it, I suppose," he says with a shrug.

"You should have a business meeting about using sex positions in business meetings.  Maybe everyone would be into it."

He laughs even more.  "I'll consider it," he says.  "I hope we're now on the same page as far as Ashley is concerned, though.  I'll help in any way possible, but..."

"You know what he did, right?" I ask.

"I heard some of the basics about a flyer posted around the school saying nasty things about her, but I don't know the specifics," he admits.

"He put a naked picture of her on them.  She sent it to him accidentally.  It was supposed to be for me, but... yeah... she kind of screwed up there.  Texted the wrong number."

My dad stares at me, like he's not sure if I'm serious or not.  Oh, fuck no, I'm serious, Dad.  You see this face?  Yeah, super fucking serious.  I saw the picture on the flyer, and I know Ashley's body.  I've made sure to map out every perfect fucking inch of it with my hands, fingers, mouth, tongue, lips...

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