Stepbrother With Benefits 7 (Second Season) Page 2

  "It's not broken, Princess," I tell her. "You'll see. Just lay back and let me get to work."

  You know what's better than pushing the head of your cock into a ready and waiting, soaking wet slit, though? A couple things. There's not a lot, but there's a couple things that make all the difference in the world. The first is when you're close to the person. I don't just mean you're in love with them, but when you're seriously close to them. Fuck, I've known this girl since the second grade, and we've lived in the same house for three years. Yeah, we went away to college, but it's summer now and we're back. I get that she's my stepsister and that's kind of fucked up, but whatever. Oh well. It's not like we're related. It's fine.

  Yeah, so, close, intimate, that's one thing. The second is less wishy-washy and emotional. It's a thing of beauty just burying your cock inside of a girl who really really wants it, but it's even better when she's spent from already having an orgasm or two. Three? Fuck, who cares. At least one, but you hold off, don't give in, because you know it's going to be real fucking good if you just wait a second, and she cums, and you're ready, but you wait a little bit longer...

  This is precision work here, for real. I can't explain the exact timing, you'll just know it when you see it. And when it happens, you move fast, deliberate, line yourself up, and push in. She's fucking soaked already, so it's easy to thrust inside of her, but she's just had an orgasm, so she's not expecting the overload of sensation, the fullness. You can see it in her eyes, see them roll into the back of her head, and you can feel it on your cock, the aftermath of her orgasm like the tremors of some personal earthquake or something. Fucking... squeezing, massaging, and she's not even sure what she wants anymore, because if you asked her before this, she'd say she was too tired to go on, but now that you're inside her, she wants more and more.

  Damn fucking right, Princess. Ashley, I'm going to make you feel so fucking good...

  She shivers on the pool table, fidgeting under my steady gaze and soft breath. I let out a whisper of air, breathing warmth onto her sex, and she shivers even more.

  "You cold?" I ask her.

  "I... a little," she says, uncertain.

  "If you're too cold, we can stop," I say.

  "We can't just stop!" she says.

  "Oh yeah?" I ask, smirking. "You were the one trying to convince me this was a bad idea just a few seconds ago, weren't you?"

  "Shut up!" she says, rolling her eyes at me.

  She rolls her eyes for a different reason after I stop her with a kiss. I press the tip of my tongue against the underside of her clit, rolling it to the side, up and around her clitoral hood, then I kiss down hard on her slit, tasting her arousal.

  "What were you saying?" I ask, enjoying the conflict in her eyes, the tense emotion on her face.

  "You did that on purpose," she whispers, pouting at me.

  "Yeah, so?"

  "You're so bad, Ethan," she says. "You're the worst. Yes, this is a bad idea. It's a horrible one, alright? Are you happy now that I've admitted it? Because, what are you even going to say to our parents if they walk in on us like this?"

  "I don't have to say anything to them," I say. "I'm going to say something to you instead. If you just lay back, relax, and enjoy the fuck out of this, then it'll be over faster than if you complain and whine, and then we can go upstairs, get dressed, and act more appropriately."

  "You're forgetting something," she says, her voice full of sass. "You never act appropriately. That's not going to change no matter what, so I don't know why you—"

  Yeah, enough of that. I smother her sex with my face, my lips, licking and tasting her. Up along her labia, first one side, then the other, teasing around her clit, but not giving her the satisfaction of a little pressure, a more direct touch. I tease and tempt her and she forgets any of what she was going to say. There you go, Princess. That's my good girl. I know I'm the bad one, but she really is so fucking good.

  She's responsive, and it took me awhile to figure this out, but I think I've got it down now. She likes to move like... yeah, that's it. Her leg twitches, but I reach out and grab it, pinning it against the edge of the pool table. I drop the still-vibrating massager on the carpeted floor of the game room, letting it thud and shake down there. I've got important matters to attend to here, and I don't need that for this.

  Ashley and I have some rules. Rule number one is a remnant of the past, lost and forgotten. It's only supposed to be for a week. Yeah, no, it's only going to be for a lot longer than that. A whole fucking lot longer. That's a null and void rule, but we've still got some that we have to adhere to.

  Rule number eleven. You want to know what one? Maybe you know it already. Here it is:

  "I'm going to eat your sweet fucking pussy at least once a day. At least. Maybe twice. Three times. All fucking day."

  When I first made up that rule, she asked me if it was even possible. Before I met her, I would have said no. Now? Holy fuck, I can't get enough of her. She's delicious as fuck.

  I stretch my tongue out and tease from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to the top, pressing inside her, tasting as much of her as I can. She flexes against me, tight, squeezing. I grab her other leg, because I'm not going to put up with her trying to stop me. It's not even her, but her body's instinctive need, her legs squeezing and clenching, trying to stop the sudden overload of sensation in her core. I need it, though. I want her to feel it. Feel me. All of it. Just give in, Princess.

  After I pull her legs apart and lick and lap at her slit, I touch the tip of my tongue against her clit, rolling it around. She shudders beneath my touch.

  "You still cold?" I ask her. "You look pretty fucking hot to me."

  Her teeth chatter as she tries to think of a response. "Sh-shut up!" she yells at me.

  Fuck, I love it when she gets feisty with me. I'm pretty sure my erection could rip my bathing suit to shreds, and I don't think either of us wants that. Quick, I untie them and tug on the waistband of my board shorts, pulling them down my legs. I kick them aside and grab her thighs again, then bury my face against her pussy.

  She gets even more feisty. Yeah, fuck, I love it. She grabs my hair, pulling me hard, harder against her. I lick even more, harder, drinking up everything she has to offer, her arousal and her lust. I can feel her beginning to orgasm; it's close, almost there, but not quite. This is dangerous ground, but I've got to do it. I just hope she doesn't rip my hair out.

  Before she realizes what's going on, I reach up and peel her fingers out of my hair, grab her wrists, then stand up fast, leaving her waiting and wanting. She bucks her hips up, trying to bring her pussy back to my face, but I'm long gone by now. This is why I needed to be careful. You know how fucking angry a woman gets when you stop right when she's on the brink of an orgasm?

  Her eyes shoot open and she stares at me like a fucking banshee straight out of a horror movie. "Ethan Colton you get back down there this instant!"

  "Wow!" I say, laughing at her. I know that's probably not necessary, but it's fun to see her get riled up.

  "Now!" she shouts. "I was so close! Ethan..." Her voice trails off a little, softer now. What's after anger? Begging. She whimpers and pleads and gives me this cute as fuck pouty face. "Pleeaassee?"

  I bend down fast and pick up the loud vibrator. She stares at it, confused, as if I didn't just show it to her a few minutes ago. "You remember this?" I ask her.

  "Um... yes?" she says.

  "You want to see what happens when I take this—" I heft it up, giving her a better view. "—and press it against..."

  Her clit. Before I do, I turn it to the lowest setting. It's still loud, still rumbling, but I don't want to fucking destroy her with pleasure or anything. I mean, yeah, that could be fun to try sometime, but I'm pretty sure she'd accidentally kick me in the balls if I did it right now. She comes pretty fucking close to doing it anyways.

  I touch the vibrating ball against her pubic mound first, letting the sensation sink into her body for a second bef
ore moving it lower. I'm careful in the beginning, because from everything I know this shit is uh... it's a lot. How the fuck should I know how to explain it? It's just a lot, and it's beautiful to watch.

  Her body shakes in time with the vibrations, trying to keep up, but she doesn't even have a chance. She grabs at the pool table, trying to dig her nails into the soft felt beneath her, but it doesn't work. She scratches and claws and when she can't squeeze or clutch anything, she gives up and latches onto her breasts, instead. I didn't expect that, but holy fuck is it hot. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of her breasts, squeezing them, while she clenches her eyes shut.

  "You like that?" I ask her.

  She nods fast, super fucking fast. "M-m-mhmm..." she murmurs, her words vibrating like the toy between her legs.

  I shift it a little lower, the rest of the way to her clit, and then I get ready to watch the magic. It's like fireworks, bright fucking sparks shooting into the air. Her legs kick, but I hide between them. She tries to clamp her thighs shut, but I'm standing right there so she can't. The vibrations from the toy in my hand send tremors along her legs and she shakes and kicks her feet.

  Her eyes open, but she's not even looking at me. She's looking at something else entirely, and I'm pretty sure it's pure fucking bliss. Her eyes roll up and back and I see her wince. It's not pain, it's her orgasm, pleasure wrinkling her face as her body feels pure sexual release.

  "Oh," she says, her lips shaped into a circle. "Oh, oh, oh my God, Ethan, I... wow... I'm cumming!"

  "You want me to stop?" I ask. I'm pretty sure this is a rhetorical question. I almost laugh at the shock and horror on her face.

  "No! Noo...! Holy fucking... fuck! Ethan, don't stop!"

  Wow. I smile, full of pride. My good girl princess just swore. There's hope for her yet. I'll make her naughty as sin. Just in the bedroom, though. Or, you know, behind closed doors because we aren't in a bedroom right now. I like how she's prim and proper and good when we're in public. I love that she's a good girl to everyone else, but she's a naughty fucking dirty girl just for me.

  "Ethan!" she screeches, but it's quiet, lost, panting. "I... tooooo much, please...?"

  I ease up, but just a little. Fuck, that was on the lowest setting. What more do you want from me? I pull the round head of the vibrator away from her beautiful fucking pussy and let her relax for a second.

  "Ohmygod," she says, fast, all in one word. "Ethan, ohmygod what was that?"

  "An orgasm," I tell her, in case she forgot.

  She laughs. She laughs more than she should, like I've just told the funniest joke in the world. It's beautiful, too. Her orgasm was fine art, but seeing her naked and laughing in front of me is completely unexplainable. It's beauty and purity in its finest form, and it's mine, it's because of me, and she's giving that to me, she gave herself to me.

  "Can..." She gives me a shy, tentative look, gazing at me through sultry, yet demure eyelashes. "Can you do it again?"

  "You better lay the fuck down," I tell her, smirking. "That was the lowest setting, and I'm turning it up."

  "No way! What? The lowest?"

  "Mhm," I murmur. "You ready?"

  "I... I don't think... no! Ethan, don't turn it up! I'm going to break! You're going to break me!"

  "Oh, I'll fucking break you alright," I tell her.

  She laughs and squirms and tries to get away from me, but I grab her leg and keep her in place. I turn the setting on the vibrator up a little. Just a little, alright? Fuck, I don't want to break her! Our parents are coming home today, so it's not like I can leave her in a puddle of naked ecstasy. Yeah, it sounds like a good time, but how the fuck would I explain that to her mom?

  "Eth—" She starts to say my name, but she stops. You want to know why? Because I touch the heavy vibrations of the round head of the toy against her stomach, then smooth it down towards her clit.

  She's done. This girl is completely fucking done. And she's mine.

  I smile at her and whisper the words, "I love you, Ashley," but I know she can't hear me. She's too lost in ecstasy. I'll tell her again later, though, don't worry.

  *** Ashley

  I am destroyed. I don't think I exist anymore. I'm pretty sure I've melted. I didn't even know something like this was possible, but Ethan's shown me that a lot of things I never thought possible are definitely possible, so...

  I guess the first was when he stopped being a jerk and showed me his soft side. Yes, he's still kind of a bad boy, but he's my bad boy and he's gentle and nice, though still a bit rough and rude, too. I don't think he's being gentle or nice right now, though. Oh, no, this is completely rough and rude and I do not even know how any of this works, but it's amazing.

  My body shivers and trembles. I thought it would take longer. I don't know why I thought that, but after one orgasm, I thought it would take a little longer to reach another, except as soon as he touched the vibrating head of his toy to my clit, I was done. I'm still done. My body shakes, muscles I didn't even know I had start to tense and flex, and I think I just had another orgasm, except I'm not sure, because it might have been two back to back. One or two or... three?

  How is that even possible? I don't even know, but this toy of his is kind of amazing. My body aches. It's... I need a break, I need to stop. As soon as I think I can't take anymore, as soon as I'm about to beg him to stop, he does.

  Oh, he's very good at this. He knows me, doesn't he? I don't know how, because I feel like I don't even know myself, but Ethan knows exactly what to do and exactly when to do it. That's what it seems like, though I know he's not always like that. There's a few things that we're figuring out how to do together, one of which is what happens after sex.

  Sex? Um... did we.. is what we just did considered sex? I want to cuddle with him and hold him and no sooner than I think this, he's in my arms. Dreamy and sweet, I wrap my arms around him and kiss and cuddle him.

  Not so dreamy and sweet, he nudges my legs open, plants himself firmly between them, and guides his rock hard cock inside me. One moment I'm kissing him, and the next I'm letting out a sharp gasp at the fullness of him inside me.

  "Oh... oh, Ethan, I'm..."

  "Yeah," he says. "I get it. I know. You're sore, huh? I'll be gentle with you, Princess. I just need to feel your sweet fucking pussy around me. Please?"

  He pushes more inside of me, careful, until he's all the way in, then he rocks back and forth a little, delicate. I guess it's delicate, except for the fact that he's incredibly hard. I... I like it, though. I didn't get to feel this when he had the vibrator pressed tight against my clit, forcing rough pleasure through my body. This is soft and gentle, though hard and deliberate, too. It's... kind of like cuddling? Sex-cuddling? Is that a thing?

  "Alright," I say, kissing him. I want to kiss him more, on the lips, and he kisses me back, too.

  "Fuck, you feel so good," he says, pulling out of me almost all the way. When he pushes back in, he's a little rougher than before. The sound of his skin slapping against mine echoes through the game room. I can feel the pool table shake beneath us, the legs creaking.

  "Gentle," I say, grinning. I want to see what he'll do.

  "I'm trying!" he says, grinning back at me. "Fuck, I just..."

  His lips crash onto mine, kissing me. This is his distraction, I think. It's his way of trying to keep me preoccupied so he can... oh yes...

  He pulls out and thrusts hard into me. I don't mean to, but my body gives in to him, too. I was cumming hard just a few seconds ago, and it's what my body remembers, it's what it wants to keep doing. I squeeze and clutch against his cock inside me, tremors of my previous orgasm massaging Ethan's shaft. He trembles a little, and I feel him twitch inside me, filling me even more.

  I can't stop now. Each time his cock twitches, I squeeze back in return. I don't mean to, it just... it happens. It's weird, like an out of body experience, but I can feel every smooth sensation of it, too. Instinct and need kick in, and apparently my body knows exactly what to
do. It's a sore, dull, aching pleasure, but it's wonderful and amazing, too.

  "How do I feel?" I ask him, whispering into his ear, then nipping his earlobe. "Tell me what it feels like when you're inside me. I want to know."

  "Fuck, Princess, do we really have to do this right now?"

  I nip harder at his ear, biting it. Ethan grunts, slamming hard into me. "Yes," I say, whispering. "Tell me. Please, Ethan?"

  "It's..." He's at a loss for words for a second while he pulls out and thrusts back in. "Fuck, it's tight," he says finally. "It's fucking smooth, too. I can feel each time you squeeze, and it's sexy as fuck. I love watching you cum, Princess. You're so fucking beautiful. I want to cum inside you."

  I try to think of something. I'm not very good at this, though. Ethan's a lot better. What is dirty talk? What do you say? Um...

  I just say the first thing I can think of that sounds kind of exciting to me.

  "I'm not on the pill anymore, though," I tell him. "Ethan you can't cum inside me. I'll get pregnant."

  He blinks, confused, but his cock throbs inside me, excited. Does he like that?

  I grab his hips and pull him further in me.

  "Are you serious?" he asks.

  "Oh! Oh, Ethan! Don't cum inside me! What are you doing?"

  Yes, um... so this is kind of exaggerated and played up, but I hope he gets the point. I think he does, because right after I say that he slams into me as hard as he can.

  Growling into my ear, he says, "Oh yeah? You're mine, Princess, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want."

  "You can't!" I say. And um... well, that's the last of that, because he just um...

  Ethan is very persuasive, and he distracts me, and I forget everything but the feeling of him inside of me, because it feels so right and good.

  I hear something else. I feel like this is important somehow, and I can hear something. Um... someone? Calling our names. I think. Who is that? Is that...

  I'm about to cum, though. Again. Holy wow! I'm glad I didn't say that out loud, because I"m pretty sure Ethan would have made fun of me. Did you just say holy wow? Shut up, Ethan! Yes, best not to do that.