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  Stepbrother With Benefits 7 (Second 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 7 (SECOND SEASON)

  First edition. May 24, 2015.

  Copyright © 2015 Mia Clark.

  Written by Mia Clark.

  Table of Contents

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  Copyright Page

  Foreword

  Stepbrother With Benefits 7

  A Note from Mia

  About the Author

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  *** Introduction

  How did I wind up naked, body tensing in orgasm on the pool table (not my first orgasm, just so you know), my stepbrother thrusting hard into me, calling me his dirty princess, while both of us were so lost in lust that we barely realized our parents were calling our names? Well, that's kind of a long story. I don't know how I keep ending up in situations like this. It never seemed to happen to me before my accidental one night stand with Ethan about a week ago, but it's becoming increasingly more common.

  I don't even know if I can call myself a good girl anymore, because good girls definitely don't do things like this. They don't let their stepbrothers coax them into stripping down in the game room, they don't willingly agree to lay down on the pool table naked, and they wouldn't let him use some sort of crazy vibrator on them, but Ethan and I just did that, too. And good girls definitely don't ignore the fact that they knew their mother and stepfather were coming home today—any minute now, too—but they thought it'd be fine to give in to a little fun and games, because...

  Because why? I have no idea! This isn't my fault. It's Ethan's. He's the bad boy in this relationship.

  Relationship? Um... yes... did I mention we're dating now? Because we are.

  Maybe I should backtrack a little and start over from the beginning. Not too far, just a little bit. It's easier to explain that way.

  "Ashley! Are you here—?"

  I barely hear my mom's voice, because Ethan's in my ear at the same time.

  "Are you?" he asks.

  I nod at him and bite my bottom lip, concentrating on the feeling of him inside me, filling me, of him luring me into temptation and ecstasy.

  "Ethan, I... I'm cumming," I tell him. "Now. Right now."

  Yes, well, um...

  *** Ashley

  (About an hour earlier)

  "Ethan!" I protest. "They're going to be back soon."

  "Who?" he asks, feigning ignorance. He knows exactly who I mean!

  "Um, my mom? Your dad? Hello? They're coming back today. Business trip, remember?"

  "Fuck," he says, but he doesn't even sound genuinely annoyed. He's smirking at me with that bad boy grin of his, and he won't stop touching me.

  I don't want him to stop touching me either, though. I love the feeling of his hands on my hips, caressing upwards, towards... um, well, right now I'm wearing a bathing suit, because we just got out of the pool. It's sort of strange because we've gone swimming every day for the past few days, but we haven't worn bathing suits. It's just swimming! We, um... alright, so we had sex in the pool a few times, but I didn't mean to!

  I'm really bad at being a good girl, aren't I? I blame Ethan. He's corrupting me. It's the perfect excuse, but I'm not sure how much longer I can keep using it.

  "Listen, Princess," he says. "I know they're going to be back soon, but that just means we've got to make the best of this while we still can, right?"

  I give him a dirty look, but dirty looks don't work on him, apparently. Or, they work but he just takes it as a flirty glance instead of me trying to get him to realize this is a bad idea. Bad boys love bad ideas, though. It's kind of their thing, isn't it? Ethan's no exception.

  I change tact, trying to convince him that um... well, I do try to slap his hands away from my hips, but he just grabs me even harder, pulling me against him. I can feel the press of his erection through his swimsuit, and it's pushed right against my crotch. Ethan sways side to side, pulling me closer to him, as close as he can, rubbing his cock against my bikini bottom-covered pussy.

  What am I even supposed to say to that? I don't know! I'm not used to this. I kind of want to get used to it, but... not now! Our parents! They'll be back um... I glance over to the clock on the wall, and it looks like we do have a little time left. Maybe...

  This is a very bad idea. Very very bad. Very very very very bad, and I'm about to agree to it. No, I do. I did. Maybe. Almost. He's basically already convinced me, but I'm trying to convince him not to convince me. How does that even work? Ugh!

  "You're still my stepbrother, you know?" I tell him. "It doesn't matter that you've tricked my mom into letting you date me, because I don't think our parents are going to be too happy about finding you actively seducing me in the middle of the living room."

  "Nah," he says, grinning. "I wasn't planning on staying in the living room."

  "The bedroom would be a lot more appropriate," I tell him, nodding. "It's harder for them to um... complain... no, actually, Ethan, I know we're trying to do this. This um... relationship thing, right?"

  "Yeah," he says. "What about it?"

  "I just... I think maybe we shouldn't have sex, though. I mean, not with our parents around. That's kind of weird."

  "What the fuck, why?" he asks.

  He sounds distraught and confused, which is kind of funny. I don't mean to, but I start to laugh.

  "Wow, you're laughing when we're trying to have a serious conversation? My own stepsister is mocking me. I can't believe this."

  "You're so gross!" I tell him, making a face at him and sticking out my tongue.

  Unfortunately this is a bad idea, because he just grins and licks the tip of my tongue, before licking even further, and then before I know it we're kissing. My tongue teases and dances with his, and I almost lose track of myself, my body, our situation. His hands fumble with the ties of my bikini top. I don't even usually wear bikinis, but Ethan insisted. He makes me feel so sexy, even when I never thought I was before.

  It's weird because I've seen him this way before. Sometimes I worry and wonder about it. Is this real? Ethan's got a reputation for "dating" girls for a week or two, if you can even call it that. He says he's never dated anyone, but he's certainly gone out with them, had sex with them, done his bad boy thing with them, and then stopped talking to them, stopped texting them, no more calls, no more contact except for the occasional booty call.

  This is different, though. He's said things like this to other girls, and he's done things like this, too. I never saw the full extent of it, but I know he's done it. I think he really means it this time, though. With... with me. We've been through a lot, and done so much, and... I don't know... I'm lost in the moment and I desperately want it to be real.

  I push him away before he can figure out how to untie my bikini top, and I stare hard at him. I put my hands on my hips and try to look serious and indignant, but I'm nervous.

>   "Ethan, um... tell me the truth! Do you want to date me? Is this real? You're not just um... you know? You're not, are you?"

  "Ashley, cut it out," he says. "No, I'm not. I want to date you. You don't even fucking know how much I want to date you. Is this about the sex stuff? I can ease up if you really need me to, but seriously I want to fuck the shit out of you right now, you don't even know. I have no idea why the sight of you in that bikini makes me so hard. I've seen you naked so many times, but this is different. Fuck! You're so sexy, Princess."

  I wasn't expecting that. I blush and look away, but Ethan closes the distance between us and pulls me back, his fingers grabbing my chin, making me look at him.

  "Seriously," he says. "You're sexy as fuck, but it's more, too. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I want to date you. I want to have a real relationship with you. If I'm being real fucking honest, right now I want to fuck you hard, though. If you want me to stop, I can stop. I'll do it for you."

  "I don't want you to stop," I say, half whining and half begging. What am I even begging for? Um... I know exactly what, but I don't want to admit it. "Our parents are going to be home soon, though! We can't just... we can't just do this! Not right here?"

  "Yeah, fuck, of course not. I know we can't do it right here," he says, smiling. He takes my hand in his, squeezing it tight and leading me away. "Why the fuck would we have sex in the living room when we can do it in the game room on the pool table. I've got a surprise for you, too. Kind of want to test it out, if you're up for it. I promise you'll love it."

  I love the way he squeezes my hand and leads me along, keeping me close, never letting me go. I'm also pretty sure he's joking about the game room, right? It's a joke and he's going to bring me to the stairs and we'll go up to either his bedroom or mine, and then...

  No, he really does lead me to the game room, with the pool table sitting right in the center.

  "What! You're serious?" I ask. "I thought you were joking."

  "I don't make jokes, Princess. Having sex with you is the most serious thing I can think of. It's no laughing matter."

  He says this, but then why is he grinning at me like an idiot. Probably because he is one! I'm the smart one, I guess. The good girl who is supposed to balance out Ethan's bad boy ways, except this isn't even how it works. I don't balance anything, I just get trapped in his... his schemes!

  I tell him this, too. "I'm not going to get trapped in your bad boy schemes anymore!"

  "Can you just make this easier for the both of us and take off your bikini now?" he asks.

  "No!" I shout, crossing my hands over my chest. Or kind of under my chest, which I belatedly realize props up my breasts, attracting Ethan's gaze. He stares openly, grinning even more now. "Stop looking at me like a piece of meat, Ethan!" I yell at him. This is supposed to be tough and fierce, but I think I squeak partway through.

  "Nah," he says. "I'm just admiring the art of your femininity. You've got classic beauty, curves in all the right places, and I want to map out your existence with my fingers like an artist painting his masterpiece on a blank canvas."

  That sounds wonderful and romantic, which is exactly how I know he read this exact line somewhere. "What book did you read that from?" I ask. "I can't believe you're reading. Didn't you make fun of me a week ago by asking if I was just going to sit home alone all summer and do book reports?"

  "Fuck, I thought it was romantic," he says. "How'd you know?"

  "That's exactly how I knew! Because it sounds romantic."

  "Fuck!" he says again, not even hiding the fact that he doesn't care, that it doesn't bother him in the least that I've called him out on his bad boy shenanigans. "Look, can you just get naked now?"

  "I'm not getting—" I start to tell him off, but he just walks away. He walks away! How rude. "What are you doing?" I ask.

  He goes to the closet in the game room and pulls some wand or something off a shelf there. It looks kind of like some medieval weapon, I guess? It's a white, medium-sized stick, about the length of my forearm, with a ball on one end, and a cord to plug it into the wall on the other end. I guess they didn't have cords or electricity in medieval times, but the rest of it reminds me of some knight's weapon. Ethan Colton is definitely not a chivalrous knight, though.

  "Get naked and I'll show you," he says.

  "Our parents are going to be home soon!" I whine at him.

  "You better get naked fast then, don't you think?" he counters. Oh, Ethan, always the voice of reason.

  How do you even reason with a bad boy? If you know of a good way, please tell me, because I certainly haven't figured it out yet.

  I don't know why I'm doing this, except that the way he looks at me, the grin fit to split his face, ear to ear, when I tuck my fingers into the waistband of my bikini bottoms and slowly slip them down my thighs... I don't know if I should be saying this, but it turns me on a lot. I love the way he looks at me, and I love how I have some power over him like that. Yes, Ethan's a bad boy, but I'm learning a little more about his bad boy ways every day. He might be rough and rude and vulgar and more than a bit obscene, but the fact that he stops everything to stare at me like this when I... well, you know?

  I peel my partly wet bathing suit down my thighs, leaving a trail of slick wetness in its wake. I'm going to pretend that the wetness between my legs is entirely from us having been in the pool a few minutes earlier, but it's probably not. Actually, I know it's not. Um... alright, so as much as I was protesting, I'm definitely interested in seeing what Ethan has in mind. I let my bikini bottoms pool at my feet, leaving my lower body completely bare for him. He comes over and places the electric wand thing on the pool table, then reaches out and cups my sex, claiming me as his.

  "Ethan, I..."

  Quick, not letting me think, making me live in the moment, he slips a finger inside of my slick folds, then crushes his lips to mine, kissing me.

  "Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispers into my mouth. "I love you."

  "I love you, too," I say, smiling, giddy. Hearing him say that, and saying it back to him, sends a shivering trill through my body. It's so exciting! Exciting, and...

  "Now get this fucking top off and lay on the pool table," he says, pulling the ties of my bikini top.

  The front, my cups, fall loose, barely even bothering to cover my breasts anymore. I screech and grab at them, holding them close to my body.

  "Wow!" I say, rolling my eyes at him. "Really? Wow. You're so bad at this, Ethan! I don't even know how any girl could ever like you."

  "You just said you love me," he says, smirking.

  "I take it back. It was a momentary lapse in judgment."

  "Can you just lay on the table?" he says. "I'm trying to give you orgasms here. You're making this way more difficult than it has to be."

  "Orgasms?" I ask. That's plural; more than one. How many is more than one? Um... it could be a lot. I don't even know.

  "I've finally caught your interest?" he asks. "Fuck, that was difficult. I get that you're used to being Little Miss Perfect Goodie Two Shoes, but could you calm that shit down sometimes? I need to work my magic, and it's not going to work if you keep holding back."

  "I don't think you know what you're talking about," I tell him. "How are you going to give me orgasms with um... that thing? It looks like some medieval dungeon torture weapon, Ethan. You're so weird."

  He plugs it into the wall, then hits a button on the handle. The entire thing starts to vibrate. This isn't some quiet, gentle, rhythmic vibration, oh, no. It's loud and shaking and I don't even know how that works because he's holding it in his hand. It kind of reminds me of a jackhammer. How loud is a jackhammer? I don't know, but I think this stupid toy of his could give it a run for its money on that count.

  Stupid toy? Did I say stupid toy? Yes, well, um... Ethan is about to make me seem like the stupid one for saying that.

  Ugh. Bad boys!

  *** Ethan

  Why do girls always argue when you want to gi
ve them an orgasm? That should be a nice thing, don't you think? It always starts out the same, and I thought maybe Ashley was different, but, nah, she's not.

  Oh, I don't think we should! We shouldn't because of these reasons! I want to, but...

  Look, Princess, just sit your sweet ass down on the pool table, lay back, spread your legs, let me see your perfect pussy, and I'll show you exactly how beautiful you are. I don't just do this for everyone, you know? Especially not now. I don't think she fully realizes it yet, and it's still hard for me to come to terms with, too, but she's the last girl I ever want to do this to again. Yeah, fuck, you can say that we're young and stupid and it's just a phase or something, but to that I can also tell you to fuck off, so I guess we're even, huh?

  She thought my line was cheesy romanticism before, and it probably was, but this girl is seriously fine art at it's uh... finest. That sounded better in my head. Anyways, look, the sight of her writhing on her back, her stomach tensing, breasts heaving and swaying from her heavy breaths as she's on the brink of orgasm, it's erotic as fuck, and if anything in this world could be classified as art, I think that's exactly it. It turns me on, as if I wasn't already turned on by the sight of her naked. That's all it really takes, but this brings it to a whole new level. I didn't even know it was possible to be this excited before, but watching Ashley cum is like discovering a new planet or something. You just want to explore the fuck out of it, learn everything about it, even though you know you'll never be able to. You can try, though. You can make it your life's mission.

  I'm like a fucking astronaut. This shit is serious, like NASA.

  "What is that?" she asks me, making a face. "It's really loud. Is it broken?"

  I laugh. Loud? Yeah, this is nothing compared to how much she'll be screaming in a couple minutes. I hope she says my name, just fucking screams it, begs me for more. There's definitely more where this came from, don't you worry, Princess. I'm already hard just thinking about burying my cock deep in her tight pussy. Fuck.