Stepbrother With Benefits 15 (Third Season) (3 page)

It shows everything I don't want the world to see.

From Ashley -
Ethan, I can't wait to give you a blowjob later.  Maybe I'll come into the shower right now and give you one.  How naughty would that be?  Giving my brother a blowjob in the shower while our parents are sleeping right downstairs?  Would you like that?  Text me back when you get this and tell me what you want to do to me, too.

I was so excited at the time.  I remember feeling extra naughty when I took the picture.  I aimed it just right, so that Ethan could see the side of my body, my breasts, then lower, to my stomach, and my recently shaved sex.  He'd shaved it for me himself.  I remember the first time we had sex after that.  It was the beginning of our stepbrother with benefits relationship.

He felt so smooth on top of me.  Ethan wanted to shave himself, too.  He said that it would feel better for the both of us, so slick and soft, our skin pressed together.  It sounded exciting, but it felt even more exciting than that.  I didn't realize what exactly sex could be like before I was with him...

My arousal, slick, coating his cock as he thrust hard into me... my pussy squeezing against his shaft.  Our arousal mixing, his precum and my slickness, covering our smooth skin, making it so easy for him to just... just press his way inside me, fill me completely, to make me his.  I loved the way his abs pressed against me.

I'd never been with someone like Ethan before.  The sensations were... I don't know... they were different.  His thrusts were powerful, and with purpose.  I used to watch him during football games, saw him running down the field with long, powerful strides, and then here he was using that same power to thrust hard into me.  I'd seen, and with more than a little shame... admired... his abs when our parents moved in together and he walked around shirtless after getting out of the pool.  We'd just gotten out of the shower then, and so our bodies were wet, his abs glistening, sliding against me, lower abs and pelvis taut and grinding against my clit as he thrust deep inside me.

And...

And now everyone knew.  They didn't know everything, but they knew the worst.  They saw my naked pictures.  They saw the text messages I accidentally sent to Jake, saw me trying to be naughty for Ethan, calling him my brother instead of stepbrother.  I know that's kind of weird, but it was just sort of exciting, too.  It made it more forbidden, more taboo.  I really don't know if anyone would understand that.  It's not something you can explain to most people.

I absently scroll down the page of the website, trying to cope and come to terms with what's going on.  I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do that, but I can't keep stressing out about it, now can I?  I mean, I guess I can, but it's not going to help anything.  I need to come up with a way to fix this, instead of hiding in a bathroom at my college and pouting.

Really, though, if anyone has a reason to pout and be upset right now, I think it's me.

I'm smart, though.  I can fix this?  Um... maybe... I don't even know how, though.

After the naked selfie and the text message, there's a little more.  It's just some stupid description of the situation from Jake's point of view.  He's making stuff up, said that we were just on a break for the summer instead of actually breaking up, and then I texted him all of this to make him jealous.  He's trying to say that I did it on purpose, too.

Ugh! 
Really?
  What a jerk!

At the bottom, the last part of the page before I can't scroll anymore, there's another image.  It's just words, and it says:

Check back later.  More coming soon?

More?  Um... how is he going to get more?  More naked pictures, or more of something else?  More slander and being a douchebag?  More of Jake trying to be an asshole and a douche-weasel, as Ethan so aptly called him?

Wait.  Has he hacked into my computer or something?  My phone?  I really don't see how.  I'm careful with email and the internet.  I don't even go to shady websites!  I mean, um... I maybe occasionally sometimes possibly look at porn sites or erotic story ones, and... I'm just curious!

You can see a lot of things on those sites, you know?  Like the sexy double penetration threesome video I told Ethan about.  Or... there's machines... is that weird?  You sit on top of them, kind of straddling something that looks like a half-circle, and it vibrates... er... it's called a sybian or something?  It's just interesting!

Also, squirting.  I'm not even going to talk about that one.  Really, though, is that something anyone can do?  Can Ethan and I do it?  I guess he'd be doing it to me, but...

I'm done!  I'm not going to think about this anymore!  I didn't mean to get off track there, but sometimes girls are curious, right?  I'm allowed to be curious.  I don't think there's anything wrong with that...

For Ethan, I guess he doesn't care.  He has his own reputation.  For girls it's different.  You can't just talk about that stuff, or else people think you're some kind of sex freak and a slut and you want to do these things with everyone.

I really don't.  There's a huge difference!  I just would be potentially interested in doing them with Ethan, but I love him and he's my boyfriend, so what's so wrong about that?

He's my stepbrother, too.  That's the issue here.  Yes, my mom is fine with it, and Ethan's dad is accepting of it, too, but...

What about everyone else?

––––––––

M
y dad and I walk back to the college campus with Brittany and her mom.  It's not like this is some planned thing by any of us, but we're all going to the same place, so why not?  We got our ice cream, we talked, I told Brittany she needed to lay off because she wasn't getting any of my cock anytime soon.

That last one was kind of private, because, uh... yeah... parents.  I'm not even going to try and explain that to either of them.  You just kind of have to say it to a girl sometimes, though, don't you?

Look.  You're sexy.  Maybe you're sexy as fuck.  And, yeah, you're flexible.  Cheerleader gymnast shit.  Maybe you're the girl of most guy's dreams, and you're nice and not a huge bitch, so that's always a plus, but...

You're not the girl of
my
dreams.  I already found her.  Sorry.  My cock is reserved for Ashley.

Lips, too.  No kissing.  Fuck, just everything is reserved.  Don't even try it.  Maybe hugs are fine.  Friendly ones, though.  Don't you even dare try grinding your breasts against me.  Don't even fucking try it.

Yeah, that works.  It's cool.  I've got this all under control.

We get back to the campus and go our separate ways.  Before we do, Brittany says something weird.

"Good luck, Ethan," she says with a wink.  "You're going to need it."

My dad looks at me.  I look at him, too.  What the fuck, Dad?  I didn't even do anything.

"Is there something I should know about?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say.  "That girl wants my cock."

My dad stares at me, one brow raised, with this dumbfounded kind of look on his face.  "Well then."

"Look, I didn't say I was going to give it to her.  In fact, I told her I wasn't.  I'm a good boyfriend here.  I know how to handle situations."

My dad laughs.  "Good.  I'm glad.  She seemed nice, but you and Ashley have good chemistry together."

"Yeah," I say.  "I agree."

And you know what?  We're about to have better chemistry.  Earlier was just a warm up, Princess.  I'm going to phone fuck the shit out of you as soon as I get back to my room.

Is that a thing?  Fuck if I know.  Seriously, though, there's phone sex, right, but what about phone fucking or phone making love?  No one ever says that, but does it exist?  I really have no fucking clue how you have rough sex over the phone, or how I pin Ashley to the bed like that, tease her pussy with my cock, slide my cockhead across her clit before slapping it lightly with my shaft, and then thrusting hard into her.

Someone explain this to me.  How do you do that?  I guess I can just tell her that's what I want to do to her, but I kind of really want to actually do it to her, and I'm frustrated as fuck that I can't.

You know what else sucks?  I gave her a dildo replica of my cock.  I'm pretty happy with that.  Real fucking good idea.  But...

What the fuck do I have?  My hand?  Not even the fucking same!  Can I get a lifelike replica of her pussy?  That's not even the same, either, though.  Seriously, how am I supposed to pin a lifelike replica of Ashley's pussy to the bed, tease it with my cock, slide my cockhead across the fake clit before slapping it lightly with my shaft, and then thrusting hard into it.

Not even the same.  Not even close.  All the fun of something like that comes with Ashley's reaction.  Her responsive as fuck body squirming against mine as she bites down on her bottom lip and lets out a sexy fucking whimper.

A lifelike replica of a pussy doesn't do that.  Unless it does, and then holy fuck, who knew?

I need to vent my sexual frustration or something.  Fuck, I'm never sexually frustrated.  I don't know what's happening here.  I miss her is the thing.

I head back to the dorms, take the stairs up, hard, so I can get rid of some of this energy, and then stride with absolute fucking purpose down the hall.

There's no one here.  I don't care.  I've got places to be, people to see.  Webchat or something.  I call Ashley with the face-to-face app as I walk down the hall, and she answers after a couple rings.  She's in her dorm room with her mom.

"Hey, Princess," I say, all smiles.

Yeah, I'm kind of a bad boy, but you have to be pleasant and nice when your girlfriend's mom is in the same room as her, especially when that's also your stepmom.  That's the way this works.

"Hi, Ethan," she says, smiling back.

There's a cute as fuck little blush on her cheeks.  Why are you making this so hard for me, Ashley?

"Hi, Ethan," my stepmom says.  "Is your father there?  I was going to call him soon, but we got busy unpacking Ashley's things."

"Nah," I say.  "We just went for ice cream and he left to go back to the hotel."

Ashley does this thing where she kind of fidgets and squirms a little while holding the phone, and then she looks at her mom with puppy dog eyes.  Holy shit, I love her eyes.  I just want to fucking stare at them forever.

"Just go!" her mom says, laughing.  "Go sit on the bed and talk to Ethan.  I can unpack for now.  Don't make me unpack all of this on my own, though.  You have five minutes!"

That's it?  Just five minutes?  Fuck, man... I want five hours with her.  Alone.  With both of us naked, Ashley's sexy as fuck body writhing beneath mine...

Yeah, uh... not going to happen.  Fuck my life.

"Hold on," I say as Ashley hurries over and jumps on her bed.  "Just going in my room."

"Alright," Ashley says, smiling bright.

I grab my key from my pocket and go to unlock my dorm room door, but it's already unlocked.  Fuck, did I forget to lock it before I left?  I guess so, but it doesn't matter.

"I wish you were alone," I say, pocketing my key again.

"I heard that, and she's not!" my stepmom says.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

"I wish we were alone, too, but later, alright?" Ashley says.

I swing my dorm room door wide open, planning on heading to my bed and just laying the fuck down, but...

Uh... what the fuck?

Am I dreaming right now, or what?  I don't even know.

First off, there's people in my room.  These aren't just any people, they're cheerleaders.  Bella and Robin to be exact.  They're two of the five girls that wanted to help me "pack" to go home for the summer at the end of school last year.  What the fuck would I even do with five girls?  I have no fucking clue, and now I don't plan on ever having a fucking clue, but at the time they were interested in letting us all have a learning experience or something.

That's what college is for, right?  You come here to learn.

It's just, uh... yeah...

So Bella and Robin are laying on my bed, legs spread, facing towards me as I step through the door.  Also, fuck, they're naked.  They're close, tangled up, both of them grinning at me.  As soon as they see they've got my attention, Bella climbs on top of Robin and starts making out with her.  Bella's knee pushes between Robin's legs, grinding at her pussy, and they start writhing against each other, all slick and sensual as fuck.

"Ethan?" Ashley asks.  "Are you alright?"

"Ethan..." Bella purrs.  "Robin told me about what you, her, and Chelsea did last year.  Just making out, though?  Poor baby... come over here and join us so we can go a little further this time."

"Um... who is that?" Ashley asks, staring at me, hard.

Fuck.  "This isn't what it looks like," I tell her.

"I don't know what it looks like, because I can only see your face, but it really doesn't look good!  It sounds even worse!"

Maybe because I'm an idiot, or else because I have no fucking clue what else to do in a situation like this, I turn the phone around to face the two naked cheerleaders on my bed.  Because... yeah, this makes more sense in my head.  It's not what it looks like, right?  And Ashley said she couldn't see it, so...

I'm just making this worse, aren't I?

"Hang up the phone and come take care of us," Robin says, grinning at me.  "I don't know who that girl is, but you can spend time with her later.  We're here now.  You know you want to..."

"Oh, you think so?" Ashley says, to Robin, I guess.

I'm staying out of this.  I have nothing to do with this.

"Ethan, why are there two naked girls in your room?" Ashley asks.

I guess I'm not staying out of this.  Fuck.

"They're cheerleaders," I say.  Yeah, that explains everything.

"Oooh," my stepmom says.  "Ethan has two naked cheerleaders in his room?"

"Mom!  This isn't funny!" Ashley whines.  "He really does."

I'm conflicted, spinning the phone around to look at me, then back to Bella and Robin, back at me.  It's facing the naked girls now, after Ashley's mom joins the fray, sitting next to her daughter on her bed.  I guess they're both staring at Robin and Bella now, and Robin and Bella are no longer making out and staring with obvious annoyance back at my stepsister and stepmother.