Stepbrother With Benefits 7 (Second Season) Read online

  "If you give my daughter an STD or break her heart, I'm going to castrate you," Ashley's mom says, and she says it with this grin that makes it seem like she's happy, but that's the least happy thing I can think of someone ever saying.

  "I get tested," I tell her. "Uh... it's my dad's thing, he makes me, because of the same reasons. I swear I wouldn't screw around with something like that. I've always used condoms with every girl except Ashley, and I haven't had sex with anyone but her since the last time I was tested, so..."

  "I think that's enough of that for now," her mom says. "Let's go make a snack. Are you two hungry? I haven't had anything to eat since a few hours before we got on the plane and I'm famished. Oh, we should talk about the camping trip, too. Your father still wants us all to go, Ethan. I hope you haven't forgotten?"

  "Camping trip?" Ashley asks. "Oh, are we really doing that?"

  "Camping is serious," I tell her. "We don't joke around with camping here."

  "It is," my stepmom says. "Which is why I thought that we could all have a family sit down once we got there and break the news to your father."

  "What news?" I ask.

  They both sigh and shake their heads. What? I don't think I like this. They're way too close. I'm not that close with my dad. You know what would happen if I tried to talk to my dad about sex?

  Something bad. Or weird. Or terrible. I have no idea. I don't even want to try to find out.

  *** Ashley

  I told my mom I was just going to go up and change into regular clothes really quick, since I'm still wearing my bathing suit, but maybe this was a bad idea.

  Do you want to know why it's a bad idea? It's not hard to guess.

  Ethan. Ethan Colton. My stepbrother, and my boyfriend. Yes, anything involving him always turns into a bad idea. I don't even know how I got involved with him in the first place. He's an absolute menace!

  I really do like him, but I'm trying to change here, and I didn't expect an audience.

  "What are you even doing?" I ask him.

  He's sitting at the foot of my bed, watching me go through my closet to pick out clothes. "Just hanging out," he says.

  "Ethan, I'm trying to change. I'm about to go right back downstairs. Didn't you tell my mom you were coming up to change, too?"

  "Yeah, that's what I told her," he says, shrugging. "Just calm yourself down there, Princess. I'll go change in a second."

  "In a second after... what?" I ask. "Because we're not going to have sex up here. You do realize that, right?"

  He gives me that patented bad boy grin of his. "Nah, I bet I could make you change your mind."

  "You probably could!" I say, exasperated. Then I laugh. "Ethan, we really can't, though. We... I don't know when we can again, but we can't right now. It's kind of weird, don't you think?"

  "What, because of our parents being right downstairs?" he asks. "We did it before, Princess. What's the big deal?"

  "Um... because my mom knows?"

  "So it was cool when she didn't know, but now that she does know, we're never going to have sex again?"

  "Ugh! Is that all I am to you, Ethan Colton? Some girl to have sex with?"

  He grins again, clearly amused. "Nah. It's not just sex." Then, with a completely straight face, he adds, "I want to fuck that gorgeous perfect pussy of yours, too. That's different from sex. Real raw and primal, on a totally different level."

  "Why am I even dating you?" I ask, rolling my eyes at him. "You're not very romantic. You're going to have to work on wooing me better if you want this to last. Also, what about making love? We can do that too now, you know? It doesn't always have to be—"

  This was apparently a bad thing to say, because no sooner than I say it, while my back is turned and I'm picking out a cute shirt from my closet, Ethan comes up behind me. He puts his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him while stepping even closer to me, and he softly kisses my neck. I melt under his touch and his lips, my knees buckling.

  Wow. That's... wow.

  He's really soft and sweet when he wants to be, which is the entire problem with all of this. He's just... everything. I don't even know how, but he's confident and cocky, but also sweet and nice. He's gentle and careful and considerate, but he also knows how to push my limits in a way that I enjoy. It's not too much, it's just enough, and if you told me before that I would love being handled roughly, and then treated softly, sometimes back to back, I would have probably told you that you're crazy, but...

  No, it's true. I love it. I didn't ever think I'd fall in love with someone like Ethan, but I have.

  "Do you love me?" I ask him, leaning my head back and nuzzling against his shoulder.

  He moves his hands from my hips to my bare stomach, criss-crossing his fingers over my belly button. His lips trail soft kisses up my neck, to my ear, sweet and gentle.

  "Yeah, I do," he says. He's not cocky or playful or acting like a jerk anymore. He's serious and sincere, and that, too, catches me off guard. "Listen, Princess," he says. "I don't know what it is, but I can't get enough of you. I just want to touch you and keep you close, and yeah, I want to be inside you, too, but it's not just that. I want to talk to you. I want to get to know you better. I know a lot, but I want to know more, alright? I want to cuddle and watch movies and all of that boyfriend and girlfriend shit people do."

  I laugh and nuzzle against him more, then turn to look over my shoulder, tipping my chin up. He kisses me quick on the lips.

  "Boyfriend and girlfriend shit?" I ask. "You were really doing well there for a second."

  "Fuck," he says, grinning. "I have no idea how to do any of this, Ashley. You're going to have to teach me. You're the smart one, right?"

  "You can't play that game with me, Ethan Colton," I tell him, wrinkling my nose. "I know you're not stupid, no matter what you want everyone else to think."

  "Nah," he says.

  "Nah!" I say back to him, sticking out my tongue. "You're on your own, lover boy. I'm not going to teach you how to do anything."

  "Wow," he says, smirking. "I can't believe this. I thought we were close. Aren't you supposed to be my stepsister or something?"

  "Gross," I say. "You're so weird. Do you like that? Does it turn you on to think about sticking your hard cock into your stepsister's tight little pussy?"

  "Holy fuck where did that come from? Is this a porn movie or something?"

  "Might as well be!" I say, laughing. "Oh my God where did you find that vibrator thing?"

  "Oh, you liked that?" he asks. "Yeah, that's for special use. We won't be using that any time soon. Sad as fuck, that's what that is."

  "It's kind of loud. It was louder than the vacuum cleaner. It felt so... so good, though. I can't even explain it."

  "You're going to dump me for a vibrator, aren't you?" he asks. "I'll never be good enough for you again."

  "No," I say. "I'll keep you around. I can't cuddle with a vibrator, now can I?"

  "That's cold, Princess. Is that all I'm good for now? Cuddling?"

  "I'm sure I can think of some other uses for you..." I say. Quick, I reach behind me and put my hand on the crotch of his bathing suit. He twitches in response. He wasn't erect before, but I bet I could get him that way in a matter of seconds.

  It's sexy and empowering in a way. This is for me and me alone, and I have complete control over Ethan's arousal. Sort of. I mean, once he's aroused, he um... takes complete control of me, so I don't know how that works or who is in control of what, but it's still fun and exciting either way.

  He surprises me by pulling my hand away. "Hey, calm yourself," he says.

  "You're telling me to calm myself?" I ask, laughing. "I think you're the one getting excited over here."

  "Yeah," he says, kissing my neck. "And I'd like nothing more than to pick you up, toss you onto the bed, and bury my cock inside you, baby girl, but your mom's waiting for us and I don't want to be rude."

  "I think that's what bad boys do, though," I say, playing Devil's Advocate. "It'
s in your job description: Be as rude as you can, as often as possible."

  "Maybe," he says. "How about good girls? What are they supposed to do?"

  "Become corrupted by bad boys," I say. "Haven't you even read the bad boy handbook, Ethan? Gosh!"

  He laughs loudly and spins me around, keeping his hands tight on me. He kisses me softly, then a little more, a little little more, and his fingers creep down my butt until he has a handful, which he squeezes. I put my arms around him and hold him tight and kiss him back. I squeeze his butt, too. I'm allowed to, because I'm his girlfriend, right? If he can squeeze mine, I can squeeze his, and since we're dating I can still be a good girl at the same time. I'm pretty sure that's how this works.

  "I like that shirt you picked out," he tells me. "You should wear these shorts, too." He lets go of my hip with one hand and reaches past me into my closet, grabbing a pair of shorts hanging up. "They'd look cute together."

  "Cute?" I ask. "What if I want to be sexy?"

  "You're always sexy, Princess, but there's nothing sexy about the clothes in your closet. Not that I'm complaining. Makes it fun to take your clothes off. It's like unwrapping a present."

  "Well," I tell him, rolling my eyes. "I don't think I want to show you the lingerie I bought last week, then. If you don't think I have any sexy clothes, I just don't want to show you them. You don't deserve it."

  His ears perk up and his eyes widen. "You bought sexy lingerie?" he asks.

  I nod, fast. "Mhm, but not for you."

  "Who's it for if it's not for me?" he asks. "I need to know who I'm about to beat up."

  "It's just for me. Me and... um... Wallace."

  "Who the fuck is Wallace?" Ethan asks, one eyebrow raised.

  "I don't know. It's the first name I could think of. It's that vibrator toy thing you used on me. What is that? I've never seen a vibrator that big before."

  "What kind of vibrators have you even seen?" Ethan asks, eyebrow still raised. "I thought you were the good girl here. I might have to change my opinion of you."

  "I have one," I say, whispering to him. "It's hidden, though."

  "Oh yeah?" he asks.

  "It's not as strong as the one you showed me. It's a lot smaller, but... it's quieter, too, um... I like it..."

  "It's here?"

  "Yup."

  "Can you show me?" he asks. "Later, not now. I want you to show me how you use it."

  "Will you use it on me, too?" I ask him. "Um... does that sound weird? I know we could just have sex, but I think it sounds fun if we, er... no, that's weird, huh?"

  "Nah," he says, smiling at me. "Ashley, we're still going to play by the rules, just in a different way. Boyfriend with benefits rules now, not the stepbrother with benefits ones. They're mostly all the same, though. This is supposed to be fun, right?"

  I nod, smiling back at him. "That's rule number six."

  "If you want to have fun like that, with some toys, we can have fun like that."

  "What if I want to have fun by putting my clothes on and going downstairs to make food with my mom because she's going to wonder why we've been up here for so long?" I ask.

  "Wow, that's harsh. I'm trying to be a good boyfriend here and you're just knocking me down each step of the way."

  "Because you're being bad, Ethan!" I say, laughing at him. "You need to go get dressed, too, alright? Then go downstairs. I... um... I'm going to take a shower, quick, too."

  "What, why?" he asks. "You can't tell me to go away and then tell me you're going to take a shower. That's like torture. I'm going to die."

  "Oh, poor baby. Does your penis hurt from being too erect?"

  He bites his bottom lip, pretending to whimper, and nods.

  "You're so dumb. I'm taking a shower because, um... there's your stuff in me, and er..."

  Without warning, Ethan slips his hand down the front of my bikini bottoms and cups my pussy, sneaking a finger inside me. Which isn't even that difficult to do, because of his own personal lubricant. Which is exactly the reason I wanted to take a shower, except now he's fingering me. Why is he doing this? Ugh!

  Why do I like it? Well, I know why I like it, so that's a stupid question to ask myself, don't you think?

  "Yeah, definitely could use some cleaning," Ethan says, matter-of-fact. "You're leaking."

  "I was just about to give in and let you have your way with me, but not after you say something like that," I tell him, trying to sound indignant. The truth of the matter is I kind of don't want him to stop, though. I like his finger inside me, with the heel of his palm pressed against my clit...

  He pulls it out, though. "That was all a part of my plan," he says. "One of us had to put a temporary stop to this irresistible attraction going on between us."

  "Oh, is that it?" I ask.

  "Yeah, that's it, Princess," Ethan says, grinning. "Alright, I'm going to go get dressed now. You hurry up with that shower and meet me downstairs. I'll be waiting for you."

  "And I'll be waiting for tonight so that I can show you how I use my secret toys," I tell him, winking and blowing him a kiss as he walks away, heading to my door.

  "Wow," Ethan says, sighing and shaking his head. He gives me one last look before opening my bedroom door and stepping outside. "Wow, wow, wow," he continues, walking down the upstairs hall towards his bedroom. "I can't believe this. I've created a monster."

  Yes, well, maybe he has. What of it?

  I can be a monster if I want to, and if I'm going to be one, it's going to be while I'm wearing sexy lingerie with my little private toys, with Ethan waiting and watching me from a short distance.

  I hurry over and close my door, then lock it for good measure. Better safe than sorry. I really do have to hurry, and um...

  I'm excited about Ethan, and our relationship, and how everything's been going this past week, even if we've only really been dating for the past few days, but I'm excited to see my mom again, too. It's kind of weird, but I'm excited to see Ethan's dad, too.

  I just hope he understands, though. I don't know what we're going to do if he doesn't.

  *** Ethan

  Ashley's still getting dressed or showering or something, but I figure I should go downstairs instead of putting myself in a position of wanting to take my pants off. I mean, fuck, I just put these pants on, so I should probably keep them on for, uh... I don't know, what's a good amount of time? Depends on the situation, really.

  If I'm downstairs with Ashley's mom, making a snack, then I'm good for awhile.

  If I hang around upstairs and just so happen to find myself in Ashley's room when she steps out of the shower, giving me a show of her slippery wet, naked body, uh... yeah, two seconds or less is about how long my pants will stay on then.

  I choose to go downstairs. Yeah, let's go with that. I choose to go downstairs because she locked me out of her room. I can't even believe this girl. I thought we had something together. Boyfriend and girlfriend? Seriously, what's up with that? I don't know exactly how this is supposed to work, but I'm pretty sure the girlfriend girl in this relationship isn't supposed to lock the boyfriend guy out of her room. I'm pretty sure that's the opposite of what's supposed to happen, actually.

  I'm going to have to have a serious talk with her about this later. Ashley, please keep your bedroom door unlocked so I can come in whenever I want and ravage the fuck out of your shower-soaked body. Thanks for understanding, Princess.

  Oh well. It's cool. Her mom's fun and nice, too, and I really should ease up a bit on Ashley. What's that saying? Anticipation makes the wait more exciting or something. If you ask me, I think that's a bunch of bullshit, because seriously what's more exciting than thrusting my raging hard-on into Ashley's arousal-slick pussy? If there's something more exciting than that, I have no idea. If you try to tell me there's something more exciting than that, I'm probably going to have to call you a liar.

  Yeah, whatever. Anyways, I go downstairs to the kitchen, instead. Ashley's mom is standing by the counter with a few bow
ls and some vegetables nearby. She's chopping a cucumber, but she stops and smiles at me as I walk in.

  "Hey," I say. "What's up?"

  "Hello, yourself," my stepmom says. "You sure took a long time up there..."

  "Yeah, uh... I was helping Ashley pick out some clothes?" I say. That sounds good, right? Fuck if I know.

  "Is that what you kids are calling it nowadays?" she asks.

  Oh, well, if we're being honest, uh...

  "Seriously, she cockblocked me," I tell her. "Your daughter's a tease."

  "Ethan!" my stepmom says. She looks like she's caught between wanting to laugh at me and being a little upset. Yeah yeah, I get it. What do you want me to do about it?

  "Sorry," I say. "I don't know how this is supposed to work."

  She shrugs. "Do you want to talk about it?"

  "Uh... about what?"

  She shrugs again. "I know Ashley's my daughter, but you're my stepson now, so you can talk to me about things like that if you want. If you'd like to, that is. If you need a mother's opinion? I don't want to pressure you or seem like I'm trying to push into your life and be a mother figure if you'd rather I didn't, though. It's up to you, Ethan."

  "Yeah uh... it's cool," I say. What's cool? I have no idea. I don't even know how to do any of this.

  "Here, can you peel these carrots?" she asks me.

  "Sure," I say.

  I take the peeler and grab the bag of carrots, then bring them both to the sink and start peeling away. The garbage disposal makes this easy, and I rinse off the carrots then flick the switch to turn on the garbage disposal blades once I'm done peeling them. No more mess, super clean. See, I can clean stuff, Dad?

  "I really like her," I say.

  Her mom turns to look at me. "Oh? Ashley?"

  "Yeah. I just wanted you to know. I really like her. I don't want you getting the wrong idea here."

  "Ethan, you came downstairs and told me that Ashley cockblocked you. I think I've got a pretty good idea about what's going on."

  "Yeah, I guess," I say. I'm not good at this. I'm sure Ashley's great at it. But... "No," I add. "I mean, yeah, I guess, but it's different. I like that, too. The uh... physical... yeah, that. I like the physical stuff we do, but I like her as a person, too. I like the other stuff, too. It's not just um... clothesless activities..."