Stepbrother With Benefits 15 (Third Season) (4 page)

What the fuck am I supposed to do?  Seriously, what do you want from me here? 
Fuck.

"I don't know either of them," Bella says, glaring.  "Isn't the one on the right a little old, too?  You don't want them more than you want us, do you, Ethan?"

"Old!" my stepmom says.  "Really!"

"The other girl is cute, though," Robin adds.

"That's Ashley," I say, for, uh... posterity or something?  Fuck if I know.  "And my stepmom."

"Don't introduce us!" Ashley hisses.  "Why are they still in your room?"

"I don't fucking know!" I say.

"Get rid of them!"

"Who do you think you are?" Bella says, standing up and confronting Ashley over the phone.

Is this awkward for anyone else?  She steps over her clothes and comes closer to me, glaring into my phone at Ashley.

"Yeah!" Robin says, standing, too.  "Ethan's not yours!"

She comes up beside Bella.  They stand united and naked, and I have no idea what the fuck is going on anymore.

"The hell he isn't!  He's definitely mine!" Ashley says, screaming into the phone.

Should I just let her keep screaming like that, or turn the volume down a little?  What's the protocol here?

"Uh, ladies... do we have to—"

"Shut up, Ethan!" Ashley shouts at me.

Fuck.

"He's not yours," Bella says.

"We know how Ethan is," Robin adds.  "Maybe you haven't gotten the memo yet, but you'll be gone in a week, little girl."

"Actually, uh... about that," I say.

"Ethan's my boyfriend!" Ashley screeches.  "We've been dating for over two months.  He even got me this promise ring, because he loves me!"

I guess Ashley is holding the ring up to the phone so they can see.  I can't see shit, because I'm behind the phone right now.  I move over to look, and... yeah, it's the ring.

Robin and Bella inch closer, looking.  They see it, too.  It's nothing crazy, but I like the ring, and I'm glad Ashley likes it, too.  The heart-shaped garnet sparkles a little in the light.

"Really?" Bella asks, looking up at me.  "You found a girlfriend and you've been dating for a few months?"

"That's a really nice ring, Ethan," Robin says, blushing.  "That's so sweet of you..."

"Yeah," they both say at the same time.  "Awwww... Ethan has a girlfriend!  That's so cute!  I didn't know he was like that."

"Well, he is," Ashley stammers.  "But only for me.  Now can... um... can you please get out of my boyfriends room?"

"And put some clothes on, girls" my stepmom reminds them.  "Don't go out into the hall naked.  People will get the wrong idea."

"Sorry about that," Bella says.  "We didn't know."

"Are you sure we can't just borrow him for a little while?" Robin asks.  "Like... just for fun.  We won't try to steal him away from you or anything.  See, Bella's had sex with him before.  Like, um... before you dated him, I think.  Right, Ethan?"

"Yeah, way the fuck before," I say.  "Way fucking before, Princess.  Seriously."

"Yeah, but... so... we just made out, though.  Ethan said we couldn't have sex because we were too drunk, and isn't that so nice of him?"

"That is very considerate of him," my stepmom says.  "I'm happy to hear that, Ethan."

"So... if you don't mind... um... Ashley, right?  Like... you can totally join in sometime if you want," Robin says.  "I bet the three of us could figure out fun ways to keep Ethan busy, and you're pretty cute, so it'd be fun."

"Um, no thanks?" Ashley says.

"If it's about fairness, we could just leave Ethan out of it when we're with you?" Bella says.  "This time me and Robin have fun with him, but then the next time Ethan's not around and then it's just you, me, and Robin?"

"What the fuck?" I say.  "Completely left out or what?  I don't even get to watch?"

"I guess you could watch, but no touching!"

"There's not going to be any watching or touching or anything at all!" Ashley says.  "I... um... I appreciate the offers and I think it's nice that you're trying to be fair and understanding, but I don't want to share Ethan with anyone at all.  I'm sorry, but he's mine.  We aren't like that.  I hope you understand."

"Oh, alright," Bella says.

"Aww, well, that's too bad," Robin adds.

"What if I'm not involved at all?" I ask.  "Not now or anything, but when you come to visit me, Princess, if, uh... you want to... with the ladies here, you know?"

"Ethan!" Ashley says.

"What?  I'm just saying, if you're curious or whatever!"

"Well, I'm not!" she says.  "Nope!"

"It's cool," Bella says.

"Yeah, we'll leave," Robin says.  "Nice seeing you again, Ethan.  See you at football practice!  Tomorrow, right?"

This is weird as fuck.  They're getting dressed now, at least.

"Yeah," I say.

"And have clothes on next time," Ashley adds.

"Of course we'll have clothes on, silly!" Bella says, laughing.  "What else would we wear to cheerleading practice?"

I really shouldn't be thinking about this, but... fuck... naked cheerleading practice?  Holy fuck, that sounds amazing.

And bad.  Really fucking bad.  I'm going to get in trouble here.

They leave, though.  They wave and leave and ask to see Ashley's ring one last time.  I'm facing the phone this time.  We all are, with Bella and Robin on either side of me.  Ashley begrudgingly thrusts her hand out at the phone and shows them.  The girls coo and aww at the ring, before letting themselves out of my room.

I lock the door behind them, all while Ashley is glaring at me.  I don't know why you're angry at me, Princess.  I didn't ask them to come here and get naked.

"Well, they seemed very friendly and nice, didn't they?" my stepmom says.

"Mom!  Seriously?" Ashley says.  "What the fuck?"

"Ashley!  Watch your words, young lady."

"What?  Ethan says it all the time."

"You're not Ethan."

"Ethan," Ashley says, pouting at me.  "Can you say 'what the fuck' to my mom for me?"

"Uh... yeah, sure?  Angry or what?"

"Yup.  Please?"

Her mom is still sitting next to Ashley, now waiting, looking highly amused.  "Oh, yes, go on," she says.

"What the fuck!" I say.  "Seriously, can't even believe this shit."

"Oh, that was good," Ashley says.  "I liked the extra part you added."

"Thanks," I say.  "Yeah, I thought I should ad lib a little or whatever you call it."

"Obviously you're a very bad influence on my daughter, so I'm not sure if I can approve of you two dating anymore," my stepmom says.

Ashley and I stare at her.  Oh, fuck.

"I'm just kidding!" her mom says, laughing.  "But, really, can we please calm down on the language?"

"Mom, there were naked girls in Ethan's room.  They were making out and practically having sex with each other."

"They weren't having sex with each other," her mom says.  "Yes, they were naked and making out, but they were just grinding against each other while waiting for Ethan."

"I don't agree with you.  How would you even know?"

"How would
I
know?" her mom asks, authoritative as fuck.  "How would
you
know, Ashley?  You're the one who turned down their offer of an all girl threesome.  Really now."

Ashley gapes, mouth wide open, staring at her mom.  Yeah, uh... yeah...

"You've had a lesbian threesome?" Ashley asks.

"No," her mom says.  "I may have been curious in college, that's all."

"What's that even mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything, dear."

"Hey, I'm still here," I say.

"Ethan, I have to go," Ashley says.  "I need to talk to my mom.  No more naked girls in your room, alright?  Except me."

"Yes, we need to get back to unpacking," my stepmom says.  "It's been much more than five minutes."

"That's not what I meant!"

"I know what you meant, but I don't kiss and tell, hun."

"So you kissed other girls?  What the heck, Mom."

"I didn't say that!  I said I'm not going to tell you that I did."

"Uh..."  Yeah, what do I say here?  "I hope it was fun, if you did."

"Don't encourage her, Ethan," Ashley says, making a face at me.

"Goodbye, Ethan.  Ashley will call you later, alright?"

"Yeah," I say, laughing.  "Bye.  Can you get the room to yourself later, Princess?"

"Um... maybe..." Ashley says, blushing, then she turns to her mom and adds, "But not for anything like what you're thinking, Mom!"

"Oh, of course not.  You two are perfect angels."

"Yup."

"Oh, yeah, of course," I say.  "That's it."

We hang up after that.  I should probably get to unpacking or whatever, too.  Lots of things to do, right?  Not that much, actually.  I've just got my clothes, my laptop, and some other random stuff like toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner, whatever the fuck, all of that.

Ugh.

It's not like I wanted two naked girls in my room or anything, either.  She understands, right? I sure fucking hope so.  I can't deal with this shit, not on the first day back at college.  It's not that I'm worried, but... if we fight, what happens then?  I can't go to her.  Ashley is hours away.  The fastest I could get there is by plane, and then I'd have to buy a ticket, or hope I could get one, get to the airport, get through security...

The fastest I could get to Ashley after a serious, relationship-threatening argument is four or five hours, and who knows what the fuck could happen by then?

I know what happens.  Girls get upset with their boyfriends, they break up with them in the spur of the moment, and then they go do something stupid.  Some guys prey on girls like that, just wanting an easy lay.  I know the signs and the symptoms.  Sometimes it's for real, and the two actually stay broken up, but sometimes the guy really tries to apologize, tries to do his best, and...

Then he finds out his girlfriend slept with someone else when she was angry as fuck with him and how do you come back from something like that?

I don't want that to happen.  I don't think I could fucking stand it to know that Ashley had sex with someone else when she was mad at me.  My heart hurts just thinking about it.

Whatever.  It hasn't happened.  It's not going to happen.  I hope it won't, except, what the fuck, I've already had three girls wanting me to fuck the shit out of them, and that's just today.  The first day back at college.  Ashley only knows about two of them, too.  Should I tell her about Brittany?  I think Ashley would like Brittany, but, uh... maybe not if I told her about the deal.

I said no, though.  That's important, right?  I have no fucking clue.  What happens if I say, uh... yeah, Princess, this girl gave me an all access pass, trying to see if you and I were serious, if our relationship was actually important to me or if I was just screwing around.  Said I could do whatever I wanted with her for the night, and she would never tell anyone.

I said no, though.  I...

Fuck, that sounds awful, even to me.  So should I tell her then, or not?  Is it worse if I keep it a secret?

I don't have an answer.

Someone knocks on my door.  Seriously?  Motherfucker...

"I'm not having sex with you!" I say.  "Cut it out!"

"Er... Ethan?"

That's not even a girl.  It's Caleb.  What the hell?

I go to my door, unlock it and open it.  Sure enough, Caleb is standing in the hall.  He looks at me, confused.  Scarlet's there with him, and she laughs.

"What's up, Mr. Moneybags?" she asks.  "You sure you don't want some side action with Caleb?  I'd watch."

Caleb starts to blush.  "Scarlet!"

"Nah, he's not my type," I say.

"Oh yeah!" Caleb says.  "You're not my type, either!"

"What's your type, then?" I ask him.

I know his type.  It's the girl standing right next to him.  Why the fuck hasn't he told her yet, though?  I'm pretty fucking sure if he'd just say something like, yeah, hey, Scarlet, let's go back to my room and fuck hard, she'd be his.

Maybe not.  I can't even imagine Caleb saying something like that.

We hung out this summer a few times.  During the camping trip, yeah, but a few other times, too.  They don't live that far away, so my dad offered to let them stay at the mansion whenever they wanted.  Was fun.

Caleb goes to the same school as me, but Scarlet goes to the artsy hipster college of art and design next door.  That's the school we share a cafeteria and some other buildings with.

Caleb stammers and starts to answer me, while sparing sidelong glances at Scarlet, but then he stops.

"Don't be a jerk to Caleb," Scarlet says.  "He's a nice guy, Ethan.  What was with the cheerleaders coming out of your room a little while ago.  They were way too fucking giggly."

"Were you cheating on Ashley?" Caleb asks, straight to the point.

"I wasn't fucking cheating on Ashley," I say.  "Listen, they came into my room when I was gone, got naked thinking I'd join them when I got back, and it's not my fault they were making out and playing with each other.  Fuck, man."

Caleb stares at me, mouth wide open.

"So... does she know, or are we keeping this a secret?" Scarlet asks.

"She knows.  I was talking to her when I walked in.  Video chat thing.  She saw everything, so yeah.  It's not like I'm happy about it, but... what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"It's cool.  I'm sure Ashley understands."

Yeah... I hope so...

"Anyways, hey, we came here for a reason," Scarlet says.  "Heard something about websites or whatever."

––––––––

I
don't know if this is a good idea or not, but I need someone to talk to about this, and my mom is here, so...

"Mom?" I say.  "Can you help me with something?"

I guess
"help"
is the word I want to use here, but I'm not sure it's the most accurate.  I don't know how else to ask this or explain it to her right now, though.

"Sure, Ashley," she says with a smile.  "What's wrong?"

"It's on the internet," I say.  "Um... hold on."

I get my laptop out of my backpack and power it up, then plop down on my bed.  I scoot to the side so my mom can join me, and we sit there, laptop in my lap, waiting for everything to start up.  As soon as it's done, I open a browser and type in the website from the rude flyers that Jake plastered all over the dorms earlier.