Stepbrother With Benefits 7 (Second Season) Read online

  And... he's done. He pushes hard into me, filling me with his cock, then filling me with his seed. I feel it, feel his warmth and the heat of his release and his cock, and I follow soon after. My body squeezes against him and I press my fingers into his hips, my fingernails raking against his tight, muscular butt. Oh, I love it. Ethan plays football, and he's got the muscles and body to prove it, and currently those muscles and that body are pressed hard against me and on top of me, and...

  I really can't get rid of this strange feeling that there's something... wrong? My body doesn't want to believe it, though, just wants to milk this pleasure for all its worth, and it does, but then I panic.

  I panic because it's my mom, and Ethan's dad, and they're calling our names.

  "Ashley?" my mom says.

  "Ethan!" my stepdad shouts out. "Where are you two? Anybody home?"

  "Oh, shit," Ethan says, expression blank.

  "Oh my god oh my god get off of me!" I shout at him, slapping his arms, pushing him away.

  He moves, fast, landing quick on his feet. Oh no, what are we supposed to do? They're close, too! I can hear them getting closer, hear them walking down the hall towards the game room. This is like some horrifying version of Marco Polo that you play in the pool, except if they catch us naked I'm pretty sure it's going to end up being a lot worse than a simple "tag, you're it!"

  Ethan pulls on his swim trunks fast and then flings my bikini top and bottoms at me. I panic and pull the bottoms on quick, but they're backwards. Oh my God, seriously? I slip them down my legs again, and put them on the right way this time, all while I can hear our parents just outside in the hall. Thankfully the door is closed, so I guess we have a little more time.

  The vibrator is on the floor.

  "Ethan!" I hiss at him. "The... that thing!"

  "What thing?" he asks. "Damnit, put your top on!"

  "Shut up, I'm doing it!" I tell him, trying to be quiet. It's not working at all, but at least I'm putting my top on. I scramble with the back of it, tying it in place. Um... it's a bit loose, but I guess it's good enough.

  They open the door. Ethan stands there, nothing doing. I don't even know how he does it. I spin around and face our parents with um... dignity?

  This is a little embarrassing, but I think it might be fine. They both know, right? Ethan called my mom and asked her if he could date me a few days ago, and she said she'd talk to his dad, so it should be fine and they both know. If that's true, why is my mom staring at us with a look of abject horror, then?

  Um... I don't think this is fine.

  Ethan's dad glances between the two of us, one eyebrow raised. "What are you two doing in here?" he asks.

  I give my mom a look. THE LOOK! Yes, that look. She mouths an apology, lips moving as if to say "I didn't have time to tell him."

  Then she gives me a look! It's a look that questions why we're doing sexy things in the pool room, to which I really don't have an answer, because I most definitely told Ethan we shouldn't do this.

  And also the vibrator is on the floor by his feet, not even hidden. It's off now, and thankfully his dad doesn't see it, but when I look down to glance at it, my mom's eyes follow mine, and she claps her hand over her mouth after she realizes it. If there was any plausible deniability before this, there's definitely none left.

  Yes, Mom, Ethan and I were just having dirty sex with sex toys and multiple orgasms while on the pool table. Also, and this is super terrible, but I can see a wet spot on the pool table just near the edge which is completely sex juices things, and if that wasn't bad enough, I can feel Ethan's cum inside me, which is sometimes kind of sexy, but I don't even know how to explain that if it starts leaking out and down my leg.

  Basically this is all horrible and mortifying and I can't even believe she didn't tell Ethan's dad yet! That just makes it worse!

  Ugh.

  UGH!

  *** Ethan

  Ashley keeps giving me this look. What's up with that? I don't even know what kind of look this is, either. It's not a sexy look, that's for sure. Sometimes when she's really excited for something, you can see her eyes widen a little, and her eyebrows lift up slightly, almost like she's surprised or shocked, and then there's this cute little twitch of her lips, just in the corner. That's about how far she gets before I jump on her and kiss the fuck out of her.

  Or do other things. You know, the kinds of things that get me in trouble. Like now.

  Oh! Fuck. So it's that kind of look, huh? Yeah, fuck you too, Princess. This isn't just on me. It takes two to tango, so don't you be giving me that look. It takes two to fuck the shit out of each other, too. I think I prefer sex to dancing, but what do I know?

  Shit, she's still giving me that look. I don't even know why anymore. Yeah yeah, I get it, we're in trouble, and...

  "What were you two doing?" my dad asks.

  I open my mouth to say something, but then I stop. Ashley's mom is giving me a look now. What's up with these looks? It's like they don't want me to say...

  Holy fuck! That's it! My dad doesn't know. So uh... yeah... I don't want to be the one to tell him this. I mean, if I have to, I guess I'll do it. Take one for the team, right? I'd just rather not do it right now when Ashley and I were having sex on the pool table a few seconds ago. I glance over to it quickly and see the telltale signs of my sexy little Princess's wet arousal on the edge of the pool table. It's kind of hot, or it would be really hot if my dad wasn't standing right there. He puts his hand on the edge of the pool table, his fingers mere inches away from the wetness.

  Well, fuck.

  "Vacuuming," I say quick. Yeah, that's it. Cleaning. We were cleaning. Makes sense. Complete and perfect sense.

  "You were vacuuming?" my dad asks, giving me a strange look.

  Shit, this doesn't make any sense. When was the last time I vacuumed? When was the last time I did any cleaning whatsoever. Fuck. We hire someone to come once a week to clean the place up, so why would I even be vacuuming?

  "Ethan was screwing around watching TV and he had a bowl of chips and he dropped it," Ashley says, covering for me.

  Wait a second. Covering for me? She just ratted me out. What a... well, I was going to say bitch, but nah, she's not. I glance over at her and give her a dirty look, because I think that's how we're supposed to be playing this off, acting like we hate each other again, but then I can't stop looking at her. That is one sexy as fuck bikini she has on. It's even sexier considering it's hanging loose around her chest since she didn't have time to tie it tight. Man, this girl has some curves to her. Nothing crazy, but they're soft and sensual and when I look at her I just want to grab her and squeeze the fuck out of her and then...

  Fuck. Cut it out, Ethan. I mentally slap myself. Ashley, stepsister, dad, stepmother, stop ogling, pull it together.

  This is like football, right? Yeah, that's it. What play are we running? Um... well, I kind of want to go for a touchdown. Run my cock straight past Ashley's defensive line and into her end zone. By that I mean bend her over and take her from behind. Not anal sex. Unless she wants to try it. I'm open to the possibility.

  My dad is staring at me again. Shit.

  "Ethan, are you alright?" he asks.

  "He's been such a jerk the entire time you've been gone," Ashley says.

  My stepmom chimes in now, too. "That must have been what those noises were, honey," she says to my dad. "Remember, you were wondering what was going on in here?"

  My dad shrugs and grunts, gruff. "It did sound strange. I thought Ethan had a girl over at first, but I'm glad that's not the case."

  I die. I am pretty fucking sure I'm dead right now. A girl over? Nah, I was just fucking Ashley. Don't even worry about it, dad.

  Ashley dies, too. Her face is pale and she looks like she's going to pass out. I need to fix this. I shift to the side and bump my hip against hers, pushing her against the edge of the pool table. She squeaks and glares at me and shouts out in protest. Yeah, that's it, say my name, Princess. Fuck, I
love it.

  I'd love it more if it were under different circumstances, but whatever.

  "Ethan!" she shouts at me.

  "Look, Little Miss Perfect," I tell her. "I told you not to get in my way. I was trying to clean. I get it, alright? Yeah, I shouldn't have brought those chips in here. Should have stayed cleaner. Maybe gotten some carrot sticks or something. Whatever. You don't have to get on my case about it."

  She gives me a dirty look that's also halfway between a sad pout. Well, yeah, sorry? I don't want to yell at her or anything, but it's kind of necessary right now.

  I hope my dad's buying it. He doesn't look like he's buying it.

  "Where's the vacuum?" he says. He glances down at the same time and scuffs his foot against the carpet. "You did a terrible job, Ethan. If you're going to bother cleaning, the least you could do is actually clean."

  "Yeah, Ethan!" Ashley says, making a face at me and sticking out her tongue.

  Oh, you don't even want to do that, Princess. I will make you regret it. Or, I would, but uh... yeah, my dad's here.

  "Fine, fine," I say. "Whatever, I'll do it again." I go to get the vacuum cleaner, but then I realize I don't even know where it is. I glance to Ashley for help, and she gives me a weird look.

  What's with all these looks! Seriously, these people are crazy. I'm not the crazy one here.

  "I put the vacuum cleaner away in the—" I say, prompting her.

  She stares at me blankly, completely not even prompted at all.

  "—in the..." I say again, slowly.

  "Oh!" The lights turn on, Ashley is here with me again. "You put it in the closet, idiot."

  Wow. Fucking wow. Idiot? Wow.

  I go to the closet, open it, and find the vacuum cleaner standing right there. It's some huge monstrosity of a machine. I didn't even know vacuum cleaners could get this big. I lug it out, go to plug it in again, but I trip on something on the way there.

  It turns on. Vrrrrooooo.

  It's not the vacuum cleaner, though.

  The vibrator I was using on Ashley just minutes before flares to life after I tripped over it and starts bumbling and shaking around on the carpet. Shit, that's loud, isn't it? I guess I was too preoccupied before with wanting to see Ashley space out in ecstatic glee, but now that things have sort of settled, it's definitely loud. I scramble quick before anyone notices and plug the vacuum cleaner in, then slam my foot down on the power pedal to turn it on.

  Vrrrooooooo.

  You know what I want to know? Simple question, not so simple answer: Why is the vibrator louder than the vacuum cleaner? The sound of it thumping and shaking on the carpet is definitely overpowering the rhythmic thrum of the vacuum cleaner's motor, and I have have no idea how this works. Ashley stumbles to the ground and grabs the vibrator fast, keeping it hidden under the pool table, then she pulls on the cord, ripping the plug from the wall.

  My dad stares at the two of us like we're on drugs, but I don't think he's noticed our sexual predicament yet.

  "I don't know what's going on, but I'm tired and I'm going to go take a nap," he says. "I hope you two settle down and figure everything out by the time I get up. I don't want to have to deal with constant arguments after just getting home. I had to deal with enough of that in endless business meetings the past few days. Are we all on the same page here?"

  "Yeah," I say. "Got it, Dad."

  "Yes," Ashley says. "Ethan and I will try to get along."

  You know how we could get along, Princess? If we just go upstairs and fuck for days in my room.

  I'm supposed to be vacuuming, aren't I? I move the vacuum back and forth a little. How do you even vacuum? I have no idea. I feel kind of dumb, because this seems like it should be easy, but uh... fuck if I know.

  Ashley gives me a dirty look and swipes the vacuum cleaner away from me, then gets to work. I watch her, admiring her from afar. I wish I could say I was admiring her handiwork, but, nah, I'm staring at her ass.

  I can do that now. It's fine. My dad's gone. He left to go take a nap, remember?

  Except uh...

  "Ethan, can you please stop staring at my daughter's butt when I'm in the room?"

  Shit.

  "Sorry," I say. "She's just got a really nice ass."

  Ashley turns around and slaps my shoulder. "Ethan! Seriously? I can't believe you said that in front of my mom!"

  "Look," I tell her. "I was taught that if you can't say anything nice, you shouldn't say anything at all."

  "I have no idea what you're saying right now," Ashley says, glaring at me.

  "If your ass wasn't nice, I would have kept my mouth shut," I say, doing the deductive reasoning for her. "Thankfully it's sexy as fuck, so I was more than happy to compliment you."

  They both groan. Mother and daughter. I didn't even know synchronized groaning was a real thing. "Ethan..."

  Ashley's mom comes over to me and holds out her arms. Uh... hug? I hug her, and she hugs me back.

  "I appreciate your appreciation of my daughter," she says. "Please don't forget that I'm your stepmother now, though. Can we keep things a little under wraps when we're all together?"

  "Are you talking about using condoms?" I ask.

  Apparently this is not even close to what we're talking about.

  "Oh my God," my stepmom says. "You... you two... haven't... Ashley, are you pregnant?" she asks, turning to her daughter. "Please, tell me you aren't. I mean, if... no. I was going to say if it's with Ethan it's alright, but, no, I'm sorry, it's not. Ethan, please understand that I love you, but I'm going to kill you now."

  "Whoa, hold up!" I say. "She's on the pill!" I think. Fuck. I turn to Ashley. "You're on the pill, right? I don't want to die, Princess. Please tell me you're on the pill. You were joking before, right?"

  Ashley blushes, cheeks red as fuck. Shit, she's beautiful. She's so cute and innocent sometimes, but this girl is definitely not cute and innocent when it counts. I've seen what she can do. I saw her deepthroat my cock one time. I saw her writhing and thrashing on the pool table earlier while I sent roaring ecstasy surging through her body. I've seen her have quite a few orgasms this past week, and I'm pretty sure good girls like Ashley Banks don't tend to get that wild and crazy in bed.

  Or not in bed. Really, half the times we've had sex haven't even been in bed. Half? That's a rough estimate. To be honest, I haven't been keeping track.

  "Be... fore?" her mom asks. "It's true, isn't it? You two were having sex in here, weren't you?"

  I shrug, nonchalant, nothing doing.

  Ashley just kind of whimpers. "Mom, I told him it was a bad idea."

  "We really need to set some ground rules here," her mom says. "First off, no having sex in the common areas. Your father and I don't have sex on the pool table, Ethan, and I expect you'll adhere to the same sense of decency."

  "Alright," I say. "Sorry." It's a fair request, you know? Not much I can do to fight that one.

  "As for... for the other thing," Ashley's mom says. "Are you two serious about each other? I need to know if this is going to be a loving and lasting relationship."

  "Mom, I'm not pregnant," Ashley says.

  "Good," my stepmom says. "I didn't want to have to castrate Ethan. I've grown fond of him these past few years."

  I laugh, because she's joking, right? She doesn't laugh. Ashley doesn't laugh, either. They both stare at me with these haunted, hollow eyes, almost as if they both belong in a horror movie and I'm about to be the first one to die. Fuck.

  Ashley's mom grins at me, and it's creepy as fuck. "Now," she says, "if you're both committed to one another—"

  "I'm committed," I say, fast. I don't want to die. I won't go down like in a horror movie. This is not how my life plays out.

  Also I really like Ashley. Fuck, I love her. I'm not just saying that because her mom said she was going to castrate me, either.

  "I think he's telling the truth," Ashley says to her mom, nodding. "I believe him."

  "How can you tell, th
ough?" her mom asks. "I don't know if you realize this, but Ethan's kind of a bad boy."

  "You both realize I'm standing right here, don't you?" I ask.

  "Shush, dear," my stepmom says. "Not now."

  "He really is nice to me, mom," Ashley says. "The other night we went out to a fancy restaurant. Ethan got dressed up and everything, too. Just a tie, not a full suit, but I liked it. Have you ever seen him do that for someone else?"

  "It could be a ruse," her mother says. "What else? Tell me more."

  "We've made breakfast together every day, and he makes me pancakes."

  "Ooh... pancakes, really? That's something, isn't it?"

  "They're different every day, too! It is, it's really nice. And we cuddle and watch TV, or we go swimming. It's not even, um... alright, can I tell you something?"

  I'm not even here, apparently. I lean against the pool table and wait to be invited back to the conversation.

  "Yes, of course, you can tell me anything," her mom says.

  "Um... well... the sex is um... it's good. Very very good. Except it's different, too. Ethan is really um... nice? Considerate, er... but rough, and um... I don't want to go into details there, but..."

  "Look," I say, because I can't keep quiet anymore. "I don't know what kind of fucked up guys have ignored the fact that you're beautiful, perfect, sexy, intelligent, amazing, cute, funny, adorable, gorgeous, your body is fine as hell, and seriously you're just perfect, but uh... they're all stupid as fuck, and I feel like I'm the last person in the world who should be the one to tell you this, but yeah, you're perfect. I know a good thing when I see it, Princess, and I'd never treat you like anything less than a Queen. I'm not stupid. Any guy would be lucky to be with you. If you want to be with me, I'm not going to take that for granted."

  Apparently I've just said something good, because they're both beaming at me now, smiles from ear to ear.

  Her mom nods twice, then says, "Good. I approve. As long as you're both careful and have a legitimate form of birth control, I won't pry about the specifics."

  "You know I'm careful, Mom," Ashley says. "I take my pills every day. I promise. It's just... I know Ethan has, um... a past..."