Stepbrother With Benefits 15 (Third Season) (10 page)

"Whoa whoa whoa, one thing at a time," I say.

"Alright, sorry," she says, cute as fuck.

"Let's just... maybe, alright?  Once or something.  I'm willing to... fuck... you can't tell anyone about this, Princess."

"Why would I tell anyone?" she asks, perplexed.  I can just imagine her tilting her head at me, giving me a sexy wide-eyed look.  I love her eyes.  I love staring into them.  I love the way she looks at me.

"Just... yeah, I trust you, and if you really want to try it, then I'll give it a shot, but I don't know if I'll like it."

"I know," she says, happy.  "It'll be one of our firsts, though, huh?"

I laugh.  "Yeah, I guess so.  Technically."

"Do you want to... talk about something else now?" she asks.

There's a seductive undercurrent to her voice that makes my cock twitch.  Yeah... what do you want to talk about, Princess?

"Are you there?" I ask.  "Told your mom and your roommate?"

"I'm there," she says.  "No one else is here, either.  It's just me right now..."

"I'm ready when you are, Princess."

––––––––

E
than's plan is... well, it's Ethan's, and I think we all probably know what sort of plans he comes up with by now.  I have certainly been on the receiving end of them more often than not over the summer, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised by anything anymore.

Sometimes I am, though.  This current plan is kind of my fault, too.

During our last week of summer vacation, Ethan started asking me a lot of questions about my school.  Particularly the dorms, though.  And even more specifically, well...

"So when I come visit, I can stay with you, right?" he asked me.  "It's not like there's rules against it or anything?"

"We can have visitors overnight," I told him.  "They frown upon other students staying in someone else's room overnight, though.  It's got something to do with co-habiting or whatever.  I don't really know.  It's not a big deal if it happens once or twice, but I have a roommate, so if she complains, then they'll do something about it."

"That's for other people living in the dorms, though, right?  I'm exempt?"

"I mean... sort of... if you stay over too often in a row, they'll look into it.  I have to sign you in whenever you come to the dorms with me, and then sign you out when you leave.  I never really did it last year, but some girls would sign in their boyfriends, and then if it seemed like it happened too often in a row, they'd ask their roommates or friends to sign them in instead.  It's kind of a loophole, I guess."

"Cool, makes sense," Ethan said, nodding.

I kind of wondered at the time why he was so interested in this, but then he just came out with it and said...

"You said there's girls only floors with only women's bathrooms, right?  And the showers are in there.  So... if I need to go to the bathroom or take a shower, I have to go to an entirely different floor?  What's up with that?"

"
Technically
, but..."

And this started an entire conversation about sneaking into bathrooms.  Where the showers were compared to the toilets and sinks.  How everything worked.

I should probably add that most girls don't mind if a cute boy just so happens to be in the bathroom with them, at least as long as his girlfriend is there, too.  I mean, technically it's not allowed, and someone could always complain, but...

It doesn't usually happen?  Actually, what usually happens is that the girls all flock around him and start talking with him.  It's weird.  Bathrooms are sort of an intimate place, right?  But it's weird to have a single guy in there, because who knows what he's doing?  Weird!

A guy with a girlfriend is apparently perfectly fine.  That's what I've been told.  I never really thought it was fine before, but it happened a few times last year.  I can maybe sort of understand, since a guy with a girlfriend, especially one who is in the bathroom with him at that exact moment, isn't really a threat, you know?  He's mostly just eyecandy, especially if he just came out of the shower and he's shirtless with sexy wet muscles, and, um...

Ethan definitely has sexy wet muscles.  I don't know how I feel about this.  Do I want to show him off, or do I want to keep him for myself and never let anyone else see him?

"What about the showers exactly?  How big are they?"

"Why are you even asking me this, Ethan?"

"Oh, I have my reasons, Princess.  Don't worry about it."

That's what he said then.  Now I know what he was thinking.  Or, at least a little bit of what was on his mind.

"Are you ready yet or what?" Ethan asks me.

When I came into the bathroom, thankfully no one was here.  I looked everywhere, too!  You can never be too careful.  I checked all the bathroom stalls, listened for anyone in the showers, and... nope.

Just so you know, since Ethan was so dreadfully curious, too, when you come into the bathroom, the main bathroom part is on the right, where all the toilet stalls, sinks, and mirrors are.  There's a small, separate hallway sort of thing on the left that goes to the open room with the showers.  There's six main shower stalls, which isn't exactly a lot, and sometimes there's a line to use them if you try to shower in the morning.

At night, though...

And, right now it's basically night time, so...

"I'm cleaning it!" I say, shushing Ethan.

"Princess, it's a shower," he says.

"I know, and usually I just wear flip flops, but that's not going to work right now."

"What about thongs?" he asks.  "What's up with that?  I read your school's preparation sheet or whatever the fuck and it mentioned wearing thongs in the shower?  Seriously, who wears their underwear in the shower?  That's kind of sexy, actually.  Fucking... all wet and see-through... fuck... I could be into that, actually."

"They meant flip flops," I say, laughing.  "It's the same thing.  Just a different word."

"Pretty fucking sure a thong isn't a flip flop, Princess."

"Are you really going to argue with me about this?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he says, all cool and smooth.

Ugh.  I hate when he does this.  It's kind of sexy, and I don't like it.  He's arguing with me on purpose just to tease me!

"Look it up," I tell him.  "Go to a dictionary website and look up thong.  It should say something about, um... a shoe with a strip of leather passing through toes, and..."

That'll keep him busy for a second.  I'm almost done here!  If he would just be patient...

It does keep him busy.  I finish quickly, too.  Then Ethan comes back.

"Huh.  What the fuck?  It really is a flip flop."

"I told you!" I say, laughing.

"Who the fuck knew?"

"Um, I did?"

"Yeah, you don't count, Princess.  You know everything."

The way he says it is kind of cute and adorable and sweet.  I blush a little.  Thankfully he can't see it, because he'd make fun of me for blushing right before I'm about to, um... well, you'll find out in a second.

"I'm ready, by the way," I say.

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh huh..."

I hang up on him, because it's kind of fun.  I don't know why I like hanging up on him.  I don't actually like it in a mean way, it's just sort of oddly empowering, you know?  Also, I call him right back, but this time with the face-to-face app.

"Wow," he says, answering almost immediately, giving me a shake of his head.  "You hung up on me."

I stick my tongue out at him.  "Nyah!"

"Stick that tongue out at me again and see what happens, Princess," he says, grinning.

I do, I stick it out again.  "What are you going to do about it?" I ask.

"You're in for it now," he says.  "I'll keep your tongue and the rest of your mouth so fucking busy this weekend... don't even tempt me."

I tempt him by sticking my tongue out one more time, and then I slip my phone into a clear ziplock bag and shut it tight.  I double and triple check the seal just in case, but, yes, it's definitely sealed completely.

"Now, shhh," I tell him.  "Don't be too loud.  Not even a little bit."

"Yeah, yeah," he says.  "I know.  Now get in the shower, you fucking minx."

"Oooh, minx?  I kind of like that," I say, winking at him.

There's still no one else in the bathroom, thankfully.  Hopefully no one will be here for any of my shower, but I guess that's one of the risks I'm about to take.  I'll be in the shower, so it probably won't matter too much, except it's more about what I'll be doing in the shower.

Need I remind you, this was Ethan's plan?  Uh huh...

The showers here are pretty big.  Not nearly as big as the showers at the campground we went to over the summer, but they're more than big enough for two people to stand in comfortable.  To be honest, you could probably fit four people in here if you really wanted, but it'd be a little cramped.

There's a small ledge on the far end of each shower where you can put your things.  Mostly body wash, shampoo, conditioner, or if you're going to shave your legs, that kind of stuff.  I have a cute little carrying case for all of my shower essentials, too.  It's pink.  My mom and I got it along with some of my other back to school stuff.

I put everything on the ledge, except for the phone.  Also, I brought duct tape.  That last one is weird, but no one noticed.  I kind of hid it in with the rest of my stuff.  It's a big carrying case.

I hang my towel up on the hook behind the showerhead, then quickly strip off my clothes and put them on the ledge away from where the water will be.  Everything is going according to plans so far.

Ethan's just watching me, almost fascinated.  He can't see much, because I put my phone on the ledge while I set everything up, but I guess there's a certain allure to that, too.  Mystery and intrigue!

"Alright, um... are you ready?" I ask him.

"I think the better question is, are you ready?" he counters.

I hold the phone in the bag lower, to show him, then I slowly tease my fingers across my pussy.  I'm definitely ready.  I've been ready this entire time.  I guess it seems weird to get excited over cleaning a shower, but it was what comes after the cleaning that did it.  Anticipation, excitement, both of them building, coming to a slow boil, and...

Mmhmm...

I mean, I'm not about to have an orgasm anytime soon, but if Ethan were here with me, he could certainly fuck me in the shower without much in the way of foreplay.  Foreplay is always appreciated, but sometimes you just want to have a quickie, too.

Before Ethan, I always thought sex should be carefully crafted into some romantic event of epic proportions, and, um... well, now I think it's sometimes fun to just get lost in the moment without having to worry about every single detail.

I'm about to get lost in a moment is basically what I'm saying.  Except for the shower cleaning thing.  Just forget that I cleaned this shower beforehand, alright?  I really only cleaned the bottom and the back, because I'm about to sit down and lean back, and...

I duct tape the phone to the side of the shower wall, making sure it gives Ethan a good view of what's going on.  He grins at me, watching me intently.

"You, too," I say.  "Naked.  Now."

"Don't have to tell me twice," he says.

"No more talking," I say.

He nods and smirks at me.

The shower curtain is drawn, the phone is in place, and I am ready.  I turn the shower on, hiding in the corner until cool water becomes warm, and then steamy and hot.  Most
definitely
steamy and hot.

I twist the showerhead so that it's not pointing directly at me, then I sit down slowly, my back to the wall.  I spread my legs, feet pressing against the opposite wall of the shower stall.  Ethan gazes at me with admiration and approval.  This is a sexy kind of admiration, though.

Even though the shower isn't pointing right at me, there's plenty of water.  It starts dripping towards me, splashing off the walls, cascading over my bare, naked body.  I tease my hands up my sides, then move to cup the undersides of my breasts.  Ethan's grin grows even wider as he watches me from the phone protected inside the plastic bag in front of me.

I reach over towards the ledge and grab my body wash.  Squeezing some out into my hands, I rub them together and lather it up, then press it against my stomach and up towards my breasts.  Slow and languorous, enjoying the heat of the shower and the slickness of my body wash, I run my hands around my breasts in a circle.  I move them slowly in, watching Ethan's eyes progressively growing wider and wider until I reach my nipples.  Then I open my mouth and let out a tiny little gasp as I tweak my nipples between my fingers and my thumbs, rolling them around in gentle circles.

Ethan props up the phone on his desk and moves back.  He's sitting on his chair, watching me.  Entirely naked, too, just like me.  In front of him, throbbing in his lap, his cock bounces straight up.  He wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking himself slowly while he watches me wash my breasts and tease myself for him.

I slide my hands over my chest, tempting him.  Squeezing my breasts close together, I push them tight so that they look bigger and more enticing.  He strokes himself a little faster then, eager and excited.  Oooh,
yes
, this really is fun, isn't it?

I admit I kind of had my doubts at first?  I mean, really, how did he expect me to let him watch me shower?  Also, shower was kind of a code word for... not showering... I don't actually shower like this, usually.  It's good to clean every part of yourself, but I'm pretty sure my nipples and breasts don't actually need this much attention on an everyday basis.

Ethan would probably disagree with me.  He would probably volunteer to spend as much time as possible paying them heavy attention, but we can't just stay in the shower all day, now can we?  Really now!

Right now we can have some fun, though.  I like it.

I run my hands lower, trailing down my stomach.  I leave soap and suds in my wake, a slippery path heading towards my pubis.  Each of my hands goes even lower still, traveling down my thighs and towards my knees.  When I get to my knees, I turn back, shifting to the inside of my thighs.  One hand goes further than that, dipping down to toy with my pussy, spreading open my lower lips.