Stepbrother With Benefits 8 (Second Season) Read online

  Fuck, I love watching her orgasm. It's truly a thing of beauty. Art or something, that's what that is.

  She's close. She's breathing heavier, her stomach clenches. I can feel her body tensing beneath me and her legs almost giving way, but with my support she keeps her ground. A little faster... a little more...

  I stop right when she's on the edge. Just stop. Delicate and nice, like a classy gentleman, I stoop down and grab her panties, then pull them up her legs. When they're in place, like panties should be, I go for her shorts, too.

  She realizes what's going on then and almost stops me. Almost, except I'm stronger and faster than her, so those shorts are back, zippered, and buttoned up before she can spin around and confront me.

  "Ethan Colton, what do you think you're doing!" she practically roars at me.

  "Hey, we're in the bathroom at a public restaurant, remember?" I say.

  Her eyes widen, only now seeming to realize uh... yeah, what we're doing is kind of fucked up no matter how you put it. This isn't even just the stepbrother and stepsister thing, but having sex in the bathroom of a restaurant is... well, I'm a bad boy, it's what I do.

  "Why did you stop?" she whispers, with a little bit of a whimper added in there for good measure.

  "I think it was that anticipation thing," I say, quoting what she said before back to her. "I'm practicing."

  "That's stupid," she says. "You're stupid."

  "They say practice makes perfect. Maybe I should do it again when we get home?"

  "Are you seriously just going to bring me to the brink of orgasm and then stop? I don't like that."

  "Yeah, well, I hadn't thought about it like that, but I don't like it, either. I want to make you cum so hard you can't even think straight."

  I think we're at an impasse. How do we get past this? If we both get into a teasing war that never ends in orgasm for anyone, I'm pretty sure that's worse than the end of the world. Seriously, I'd rather deal with zombies or something. Sounds a million times easier.

  "Alright," she says. "I'll stop teasing you. For now."

  "What's that mean?" I ask. "I don't like how you ended that. For now?"

  "I mean, it is kind of fun, don't you think? A little teasing?"

  "Yeah, I mean, a little is alright. Like... a little a little."

  "This needs to be a rule," she says. "This is important."

  "Are you being serious right now?" I ask. I really can't tell. Sometimes I think she's crazy.

  "Dreadfully serious," she says with a straight face. Mostly straight, but then she starts to smile and laugh. "I guess it's not that serious, but I still think it should be a rule."

  "Alright, tell me what it is," I say. "I'm ready for it."

  "Rule number nineteen," she says. "Teasing and anticipation should always lead to future pleasure. We're each allowed to give each other one moment of intense excitement and build up, but that's it. Just one! And then the next time is the real thing."

  "So... next time?" I ask.

  "Mhm," she murmurs, biting her bottom lip and nodding. "I won't tease you again and you won't tease me again, because the next time is..."

  Aw yeah. This sounds amazing. I am pretty sure this is amazing as fuck.

  "When we get home, though," she says.

  Shit. "Fuck."

  "I'd really like to right now but you have to admit it's kind of inappropriate and not a good place."

  "I can do it standing up," I say. "I have no issue with that."

  "It's not that!" she says, giggling. "Don't you think our parents are going to wonder why we've been gone for so long?"

  "Fuck," I say. This is why Ashley is the smart one, I guess. She knows what's up.

  "Fuck... me when we get home?" she says.

  "I guarantee you that I'll be doing that," I say. Two orgasms for the price of one, guaranteed or your money back. Maybe a few more if Ashley's feeling feisty.

  "Alright," she says, blushing and shy. I don't know why she does this, because I don't think she has any right to be shy about it anymore, but to be honest it's cute as fuck and I love it. I hope she never stops.

  "I guess I'll let myself out, then," I say, trying to be a gentleman before I change my mind and tear off her shorts again.

  "I'm all done, too," she says.

  "Well, alright then," I say.

  Chivalrous and gallant, the perfect bad boy knight, I sweep open the bathroom door for her. It's supposed to be nice and awesome and great, except there's an elderly woman standing just outside the bathroom waiting to use it. She blinks when she sees me standing there, and her eyes go to the sign on the wall next to the door. She blinks again when she sees Ashley there with me.

  Why does this stuff happen to me? I don't know. I blame Ashley. It's really all her fault to begin with. This wouldn't have happened if she didn't feel the need to grab my crotch during dinner.

  The old woman opens her mouth as if to scream. Shit. Think think think. This is important. Uh...

  "It's cool," I say. "She's my sister. I was helping her out with a wardrobe malfunction."

  *** Ashley

  Wow. Really, Ethan? Um... wow.

  First off, Ethan is my walking wardrobe malfunction. Whenever I'm around him, I seem to end up losing my clothes. It's a serious problem.

  Also, I'm pretty sure it's not even a wardrobe malfunction when he's the one trying to take off my clothes. That's something that takes active thought and manipulation. A malfunction would indicate that it happened by accident, and this is definitely not that.

  This is really bad, though, isn't it? This woman is going to scream and call attention to us and I have no idea how to explain why Ethan was in the bathroom with me. Also, ugh. I understand why he said the sister thing, but it's weird.

  I totally understand that I've done this to him with the brother thing, and maybe my brother thing was worse than his sister thing, but I don't know. I really don't know! Ugh.

  The woman doesn't scream, though. Instead, she starts to smile.

  "That's so nice of you, young man," she says.

  "Yeah, I know," Ethan says, grinning. "I'm kind of awesome like that."

  "Seriously?" I ask. I should be happy, but I don't know why she believes him.

  "You're lucky to have a brother like him," the woman says to me. "Just be careful, you two. Someone else might not be as understanding. People make a lot of assumptions in life, and you don't want them getting the wrong idea."

  "Oh no, of course not," I say, nodding.

  "Yeah, wouldn't want that," Ethan agrees.

  "Alright, well, if you don't mind, I really do need to use the restroom," the woman says.

  Ethan steps aside, and, with a flourish of his hands he offers her use of the restroom. I sneak out and move to the side, too, letting the woman go in.

  Once she's behind closed doors, I glare at him. "You're so stupid," I say.

  "I'm stupid?" he asks. "You're the one who needs to get her clothes checked."

  "My clothes would be fine if someone's hands didn't keep grabbing at them."

  "That's what they all say, Princess."

  "Ethan, no one says that. That's not something anyone says."

  "You just said it," he points out.

  "I don't like you."

  "Wow, real good girlfriend you are."

  "Shut up!"

  He grins at me, and I almost melt. Almost! Not quite. I need to be a little angry at him. I don't know why anymore. Just because.

  I huff and glare at him and say, "I hope my food isn't cold. If it is, I'm blaming you."

  "Sure thing," he says. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

  I start to walk down the hall back to the restaurant proper. "I don't know what—"

  Smack!

  He spanked me! He smacked my butt!

  I spin around and stare at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Ethan grins at me, silly and fun. I wish he wouldn't look at me like that. I just want to hug and kiss him now, which I'm pretty sure is wildly
inappropriate here. I know it's wildly inappropriate!

  Ethan makes me want to do a lot of wildly inappropriate things. They're kind of a lot of fun.

  "Ethan!" I whisper loudly at him. "Be good!"

  "You're the good girl, Princess," he says. "Why don't you just keep on walking?"

  "Rule number nineteen!" I tell him, jumping away and down the hall before he can spank me again. "This isn't allowed!"

  We half walk regular, half chase and run from each other down the hall until we get back to the main restaurant area. Then we walk mostly regularly, except I'm kind of scared Ethan's going to smack my butt again. He wouldn't, right? Um... I would not take that bet, no matter the odds.

  I keep my hands behind me, partly hovered over my butt, trying to look regular. This doesn't even look anywhere close to regular, does it? I turn over my shoulder and look at Ethan, and he's just watching me, grinning, almost laughing.

  "Shut up," I tell him.

  "I didn't even say anything," he says.

  We make it back to the table without incident. Ethan slides in, acting like he owns it, and I scurry in next to him.

  "Was everything alright?" my mom asks, raising her eyebrow at me.

  "Um... yes?" I answer. That's an answer, right?

  "Little Miss Perfect over here clogged up the toilet," Ethan says. "I had to give her a hand."

  He did not! Or did he? Yes, his hand was involved... but I'm pretty sure that's not what this means at all. In Ethan Bad Boy World, that's probably exactly what it means, though. Need a plumber? How about I fingerfuck you instead?

  He's so terrible and rude and bad and I love him and he's my boyfriend.

  I don't know what that makes me, then.

  I pick up one of my chicken fingers and dip it into the honey mustard sauce. It's still warm. Mmm yum! Ethan picks up his burger and takes a bite, too. Our parents are mostly done eating now, so it's just us.

  "Do you want a chicken finger?" I ask Ethan.

  "Yeah, sure," he says. "You want a bite of my burger?"

  I nod, quick. He holds it out for me to take a bite, and I do. I give him a chicken finger, too. He dips it into the honey mustard sauce and eats it.

  And um... oh my God, this isn't how we're supposed to act, is it? Eek...

  Ethan's dad gives us a strange look. It's the sort of contemplative curious look that says he's trying to figure out what's going on. I do not want him figuring out what's going on. I need to do something to throw him off our trail.

  "Don't get too used to this," I tell Ethan. "I'm only sharing with you because you helped me with the toilet."

  Ethan gives me a look that basically says what the fuck do I care?

  This seems to work. For now. Ethan's dad shakes his head at us.

  "You two really need to learn how to get along," he says. "It's a work in progress, I guess."

  "Oh, I'm sure they'll figure it out soon enough," my mom says.

  Really, Mom? Really?

  *** Ethan

  We all came in one car to the restaurant, so obviously that's the way we're getting home, but this is kind of awkward. My dad's driving, Ashley's mom is in the passenger seat, and I'm in the back with Ashley. You know what happens in the back seat of a car? When you're with a girl you really want to just... do back seat of a car things with?

  Yeah, well, that's about where I'm at right now, except with our parents in the front, there's no chance that's going to work. Also, what the fuck is with rule number nineteen. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but we've both used up our allowance of teasing each other without finishing the deed, so we're just kind of sitting here, doing nothing, looking at each other now and again.

  I'd be down to uh... fuck if I know. Touch her thigh or something? How does this even work? I guess it's better if we don't do anything, because one wrong look from my dad and it's done. No clue how to even explain that, and I don't even want to try right now.

  It won't matter for long. We're driving home.

  Except then we're not. Holy fuck, why does everything have to be so complicated here?

  My dad pulls into the mall parking lot and parks at the entrance to the food court. Uh... we just ate?

  "I figured we should stock up on supplies for the camping trip," he says, turning the car off. "We've got some of our old gear at home, Ethan, but there's not enough for the ladies."

  "I'd like to pick up some clothes, too," my stepmom says. "Ashley, do you want to come with me and Ethan can go with his father?"

  "Sure," she says. "I think that's a good idea."

  Does anyone ask me what I think? No, probably not. Probably a good idea they don't, too. I just can't stop thinking about Ashley, which uh... yeah, not going to say that to anyone. I'd say it to Ashley, but I'm pretty sure she already knows.

  Yeah, fine, alright. I get it. Mall. We're getting out. Camping gear. Got it.

  I get out of the car and get in line next to my dad. Ashley's with her mom. We head into the entrance together, but then me and my dad take a left towards the sporting goods store and Ashley and her mom go right to some clothes place or something. I have no idea.

  "What do we have to grab?" I ask. I want to get this done, the faster the better.

  "Not sure our old tent is holding up anymore," my dad says. "Plus, I'm sure you and Ashley will want your own tents, and I think we should get a bigger one for me and her mom. We'll check out a few other essentials over there, too. Oh, and a pair of extra fishing rods just in case we all want to go together. Our old ones should still be fine, and I doubt we need anything fancy. They'll have worms at one of the corner stores down there."

  "Got it," I say. "Tents and rods."

  We head to the tents first. This is going to take a little more time than the fishing rods. You know how many types of tents there are? Yeah, uh... a lot. When the fuck did camping get so confusing? I remember back in the day we just had this tent me and my dad shared together, some other gear we kept in the car, and that was about it.

  Now they've got tents that are like mini houses, with multiple rooms. Seriously? It's a fucking tent. Why does a tent need three rooms, a screen porch, and a den? I literally can't even begin to wrap my mind around that one.

  There's dome tents, or square tents, rectangle tents. Tents tall enough to stand in, or ones made just for sleeping and laying down. I can't quite figure out why you'd want to stand in a tent, to be honest. When I'm camping, I'm either outdoors doing outdoors stuff, or I'm sleeping in the tent. It's not like you go around the campsite and invite people over for a dinner party with wine tasting in your standing room tent. Oh, don't forget it's got multiple rooms. Maybe just bring a dining table and have a full on banquet in your tent?

  People these days, for real.

  My dad picks out a decent sized one for him and my stepmom, then turns to me to confer about the rest.

  "What do you think?" he asks.

  I think this is dumb, Dad. "We can just get one other tent," I say. "I don't think we need two."

  "Yeah, right. You and Ashley sharing a tent?" my dad asks, chuckling. "That's got to be a recipe for disaster."

  I grunt and clench my jaw, but refrain from saying something stupid. I shouldn't have suggested it in the first place. I wasn't really thinking straight, I guess. I'm just not that excited about having to hide this shit after the week Ashley and I have been through. I was kind of hoping we wouldn't have to do that, but uh... yeah, well...

  Maybe when we get to the campground we can talk and figure this out, but for now I've got to pick out two tents. Fuck.

  "I don't know, how about this one?" I offer, pointing to a respectable dome tent. It's nice enough, just regular, nothing crazy. Good to sleep in, big enough to lay down and stretch out.

  "Sure," my dad says, smiling. "Looks good. I think Ashley will be fine with that."

  We get everything situated there and then head over to the fishing rods. This should be easy. Pick two and get out. I hope Ashley and her mom are almost fin
ished up with clothing shopping, too. I think that might be wishful thinking, because women and clothing shopping is uh... yeah... I'm not even going to get into that.

  As we're walking down the aisle to the fishing rods, my dad says, "I know things have been a little rough with you two, and I'm sure school and everything has been hard sometimes, too. I wish I could have been there when you got back. I didn't want to just leave you alone like that for a week, you know?"

  "Dad, it's cool. I can handle myself," I say.

  "I know," he says. "I worry, that's all. I'm sure it wasn't any better after what happened with Ashley, either."

  I freeze. After... wait, does he know? Nah, that makes no sense. "Huh?"

  "Her boyfriend breaking up with her," my dad says. "I don't know the full details, but I know you're not really good at dealing with break up business."

  Thanks a lot, Dad. I'm pretty sure that's his way of saying I'm a dick for ditching girls in the past, and yeah, I guess I kind of am, but I tried to tell them all it wasn't serious to begin with. Is that really my fault, then? I'm trying to be different now. I know about break ups, I just don't like being involved with them.

  "I just mean that I think it would have been easier with her mother around to talk with her, and I don't know what happened between you and Ashley while we were gone, but I imagine there was a lot of stress and heightened emotions. You both probably said some things you didn't mean and I know how you two love to argue, so I doubt her break up with her boyfriend helped matters any."

  "Dad, her ex-boyfriend is a dick," I say. There's no real way around that one. What else am I supposed to say? "I'm pretty sure Ashley realizes that."

  I know she does. I didn't need to punch the stupid fuck in the face for her to know it, but I hope I helped her realize it a little more when I did. Fuck. I want to punch him again. Seriously.

  "Look," my dad says. "I'm not saying he's not a jerk, but you've been known to play the field a bit, yourself. I'm not sure you should be judging anyone."

  "It's completely different," I say. I don't want to start an argument, but I'm totally going to start one if he keeps this up. I'm not even remotely similar to Ashley's douchebag ex. I'd never pull the shit he tried to pull.