Stepbrother With Benefits 8 (Second Season) Read online

  "How much time?" I ask.

  "Are you seriously asking me that?" he asks, laughing. "Fuck... I don't know. A couple minutes?"

  "Alright!" I say. I have an idea. I think it's a good one.

  *** Ethan

  Fuck if I know what she's doing, but Ashley reaches to the side, bringing my cock with her. It bends to accommodate her movement, and I almost slip out of her, but whatever she was reaching for, she got it, so uh... yeah, we're back in business here. She slides up and down my cock a couple times before moving down to whisper in my ear.

  "I brought a toy," she says.

  Whoa, wait. Holy fuck. Does that mean what I think it does? Wait, no, really, what's that mean? I'm not even sure. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm going to love it whatever it means, but I'm not following her logic here.

  "So..." she says, sultry and sweet. "While I'm waiting for you, I think I'm going to play."

  "Oh yeah?" I ask her.

  "Do you want to see?" she asks.

  Do you know how fast it takes to turn on a light? Bedside lamp, within arm's reach, about the same distance that Ashley just reached. Yeah, I don't even know how long, but maybe faster than the speed of light. Or the speed of sound. Or none of those. It's pretty fucking fast, though. My hand shoots out and I flick the switch on the lamp on my bedside table faster than I can think.

  She's there, in all her perfect fucking beautiful gorgeous glory, sitting on my cock. It's sexy as fuck and cute at the same time, which is hard to explain. She's still got her bra and panties on, and they're cute and white, almost like she's some pure angel, except uh... yeah, Little Miss Perfect Angel over here just gave me the most amazing blowjob ever.

  Seriously, where did she learn these skills? Pretty sure I don't even care, but I'm impressed either way.

  Without saying a word, she turns on her toy. It's small and fits easily in the palm of her hand, but it's thick, like, uh... alright, don't take this the wrong way here, but it's about as thick around as my cock, which is to say it's got some good girth to it. When she turns it on, it starts to buzz and vibrate. Nothing crazy, not like the insane vibrator we used before, but it's got some decent noise to it.

  She tugs at the front of her panties, pulling them forward, then slips the toy into them, pressing it against her clit. The feeling is instant and sharp, and the craziest part is I can feel it, too.

  I feel her clench around my cock as soon as she presses the toy against her clit, and then I can feel the heavy vibrations of it pulsing through my cock. She must feel it more, but the fact that I can feel it, too...

  What the fuck did I tell her before? I can't even remember. Whatever it was, it was a lie. I didn't mean to lie, and yeah, I thought it would take me a couple minutes to get ready for her again. But, nah, I'm good to go. Hard as fuck, ready and willing.

  I would. I really fucking would. I would slam this girl onto my bed and fuck her hard or make love to her for hours or whatever she wants, but I kind of want to see how this plays out. Also, it's just sexy as fuck, and it feels amazing for me, too. Weird? I don't even care.

  My cock thickens and throbs inside her while the vibrations from her toy course through us, and her pussy clenches against me. Ashley lifts up a little, then down, riding me slowly. She holds the toy against her clit and closes her eyes, biting her bottom lip. Up again, down, slow, concentrating, lost in thought.

  "You're so fucking hot, Princess," I tell her, whispering, my voice husky. "This is the sexiest thing I've ever done, no joke."

  Her eyes open, wide, and she looks at me, surprised. "Really?" she asks, her voice timid.

  I give her a huge grin and nod. "Yeah. I wouldn't lie to you," I tell her.

  "I... Ethan, can I cum? Like this?"

  "You're asking me?" I ask, laughing. "What did I tell you before, baby girl? You do you. Always be yourself and follow your dreams."

  She rolls her eyes at me and then slaps at my chest. Oh yeah? You want to play that game?

  I buck my hips up, pushing hard into her. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she lets out a quick gasp. Sexy as fuck, that's what that is. She closes her eyes after that, concentrating again, pressing the toy against her clit and moving it a little, side to side.

  I watch her, just really watch her. Usually I'm caught up in the moment, and there's a lot going on, but this is kind of relaxing in a weird way. We're not really moving, just enjoying each other. I'm really really fucking enjoying her, but still.

  Her stomach tightens a little. I push up into her again, slow and steady, and her stomach tightens even more. She hitches her breath when I shift back down, and then opens her mouth to let out a lusty sigh when I lift up again, her stomach tight once more. I reach out and rest my hand on her hip, my thumb tracing a line against the muscles in her stomach that tighten whenever I roll my hips up and push into her.

  She rolls her hips against me, too. It's not exactly thrusting or pushing, but just a kind of massage. Yeah, I like that idea of that. Cock and pussy massage? Sounds amazing to me. Definitely relevant as fuck to my interests.

  The vibrations are still there. The clutching of her inner walls as she gives in to pleasure, too. I can feel it more deeply, probably because I'm focusing on it. There's not a lot of movement right now. It reminds me of when I'm about to cum, when I thrust deep inside of her, and when she cums at the same time, except neither of us are cumming right now. It's just a constant throb, pulse, vibration, over and over, our hips rolling, our bodies grinding together.

  I'm pretty fucking sure this is amazing. Pretty fucking sure...

  "Ethan, I..." she says, stopping with a gasp.

  "Let go, Princess," I say to her. "Cum for me, alright?"

  She nods, eyes closed, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. "Mhm..."

  She presses something on her toy and the buzzing intensifies. Holy fuck, it has more settings? The vibrations intensify, and I seriously wasn't expecting this. I am not prepared for this. I...

  Seriously, fuck, this feels amazing.

  What I was planning on doing once she finished up was, uh... well, tossing her onto the bed and having my way with her. Notice I said I was planning on doing this. I don't know what I'm planning on doing now. I can't really think about it. Just give me a second, will you?

  I close my eyes to try and think, because this is getting real really fast, and then uh...

  Wow. Fuck. Wow...

  Wow. For real, wow.

  There's another setting, apparently. And another. What the fuck kind of toy is this? Apparently Ashley does her homework in more ways than one, and she takes sex toy buying seriously. Who knew?

  I'm done. I did not plan for this. I don't think I ever could have planned for this. Seriously, though, it's uh... it's a lot. I don't want to say too much, but...

  My cock is practically alive inside her, buzzing with vibrations and sensations I don't think I've ever felt before. And she's grinding against me, hips swaying back and forth, side to side. Her body squeezes against mine, inside and out. Her pussy presses hard against my cock while the vibrations crash through me.

  I feel her cumming. I hear it, too. I can't see it, because my eyes are closed, but I don't even need to see this to know it's a thing of beauty and it's seriously fucking amazing. I grab both her hips in my hands and hold her hard against my cock while she cums and lets out little whimpered gasps of pleasure.

  I can do this. I can hold back. I can stick to my plans and...

  Nah. Way to go, Ashley. Way to completely ruin this.

  Way to make it fucking amazing as fuck... seriously, fuck.

  More, more, more. In rapid succession, she brings the toy up to full power, and there's some serious vibrations going on. Combined with her orgasm and the fact that she's gripping my cock hard, uh...

  I'm done. It's over. I start to cum, too, filling her. She opens her mouth wide as if to say something, but no sounds come out. She clenches and grips against my cock even harder when I start to cum, though.
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  "Oh... Ethan... Yesss..." she hisses, ecstatic. "Please, I want you inside me. All of you. Please?"

  Since she asked so nicely...

  Yeah, who am I kidding? I couldn't even stop if I tried.

  The crazy thing is it just keeps... going? This is not a normal orgasm. I don't even know how to explain this. I'm pretty fucking sure it's got something to do with the magic in her hands. That's not a sex toy, it's wizardry or something. Ashley Banks is a sex witch, plain and simple.

  My orgasm refuses to stop, though I don't think I'm cumming anymore. Fuck if I know what I'm doing. I'm just along for the ride, I guess. Her body trembles and clenches against me and the vibrations keep going and going, thrumming through my cock, keeping me on high alert.

  This is bad. It's so bad it's good. This is like before when she kept sucking my cock even after I came in her mouth, and, man, it's sensitive as fuck. It feels amazing, but it's just hard to handle.

  And now? This is that but I'm pretty sure it's ten times worse. Can you die of an ecstasy overload? I never would have thought so before, but I think I might change my mind.

  Ashley seems to be enjoying herself, too. Her stomach is tight, and inside her I can feel one constant clench. Her fingers turn white pressing the toy against her clit, that's how hard and into it she is, and then she starts to laugh, manic.

  Oh no. Fuck. She's broken, isn't she? I start to laugh, too, because it's kind of funny but it's not supposed to be funny.

  This is really loud, isn't it? What if our parents hear? She locked the door, though, so uh... I don't know, I'll make something up.

  She fumbles with the toy pressed against her clit until she finally manages to turn it off, then she pulls it out from the front of her panties and collapses on top of me. Her cheeks are warm and red and her hair is messy and a little wet, probably from sweating. Yeah, this is exercise right here. Great workout, Ashley. Good job, nice lifts.

  I slide out of her and roll her to the side, holding her against my body. She sidles close and wraps her arm around me, cuddling.

  "Hey, Princess," I say to her.

  "Hi, Ethan," she says, eyes closed, smiling.

  "What the fuck was that?" I ask.

  "Amazing," she says, wistful. "It was amazing."

  "Yeah... yeah, it was."

  "You came inside me," she says, giggling. "Did it feel good?"

  "Good?" I say. "Fuck, I don't even know what good means anymore. That was weird and intense and holy fuck all at once."

  "Does this mean you're not going to break up with me?" she asks, grinning and kissing my cheek.

  "Yeah, I mean, let's be real, I wasn't going to break up with you before. Also, we've got rules to follow here. Rule number twenty, right?"

  "Yup!" she says, giddy. "No breaking up with me!"

  "Good!" I say, kissing her fast. "Because I don't want to!"

  "But I can break up with you," she adds. "Nyah!"

  "What the fuck, did you just nyah at me? Who does that?"

  "Me," she says. "I do it. I just did it."

  "Yeah, I guess you did," I say, laughing. Quick, I reach over and turn the light off, covering us in darkness again. Light is too much, it's too complicated and confusing right now. I just want to focus on Ashley, I only want to think about her and how she feels in my arms.

  "I love you," she says, kissing my cheek.

  "I love you, too," I say. "But I've got bad news for you."

  "What?" she asks.

  "You can't break up with me, either. There's rules for that. Uh... the one where we both have to follow all the rules. They apply to each of us together. Right?"

  "Hm... I don't know if I remember that one..." she says. The tone of her voice is a dead giveaway that she definitely knows what I'm talking about. "Which rule was that?"

  "Fuck if I know," I say. "You're the one who knows all the numbers."

  "If you can't remember it then I don't think that was one of them," she says, defiant.

  "Look, Princess. I remember rule number eleven, alright? That's an important one. You can't expect me to remember the rest."

  "I do like rule number eleven," she says. "We still haven't, you know? You said we could try to do that all day one time, and you still haven't."

  "Listen, I'm not going to spend all day devouring your perfect fucking pussy if I've got to worry about you breaking up with me, too."

  "Oh no..." she says, mock fear running through her voice.

  "Yeah," I say. "Yeah, you understand now. This is serious business."

  "I see..."

  "So what we need to do is you need to tell me what rule is the one where all the rules apply to both of us."

  "Do you think we need to write them down?" she asks. "We have twenty now. Who knows how high it'll go?"

  "Fuck... yeah, I think we might need to do that."

  "It's thirteen," she says. "That's the one. So if you can't break up with me, I can't break up with you, either."

  "Good," I say. "Don't even try it, Princess. I'm watching you."

  "Good!" she says. Then she licks my cheek. "I'm licking you."

  "You're crazy," I say, laughing.

  She licks me again. Oh, you want to play games here, Princess? I reach for her side and start to tickle her. She laughs and I kiss the tip of her nose. She laughs more, trying to squirm away from me, but I hold her tight.

  "Ethan... Ethan!" she gasps. "St-stop, our parents will hear us, they'll..."

  I stop. Not because I believe her, though. I stop because I kind of just want to cuddle the fuck out of her right now.

  She comes into my arms when I pull her close and she rests her head on my shoulder. Then she licks me.

  Wow. Really? Wow.

  *** Ashley

  Ethan and I lay in bed together, cuddling, neither of us speaking. I don't think he's sleeping, though, and I can't sleep, either. I close my eyes and try to block out the worried thoughts in my head, but they don't seem to go away.

  What are we going to do? It was easy to ignore Jake when our parents were gone. All we did was mute the call and delete any voicemail messages that he left. Yes, it was frustrating and annoying, but after a couple days it was kind of like an inside joke between us.

  Now, though...

  "Hey," Ethan says. "You sleeping or what?"

  "What kind of question is that?" I ask him, laughing. "If I were sleeping I wouldn't be able to answer you."

  "Nah," he says, grinning and kissing me quick. "Maybe you'd talk in your sleep. I don't know."

  "Maybe," I say, considering it. "I'm not sure if I'd answer you truthfully if I was asleep, though. I might lie about being asleep."

  Ethan sighs and shakes his head. "Yeah, maybe. It might be easier to talk to you in your sleep, too, though."

  I stiffen, unsure what he means by that.

  "What's that mean?" I ask him. "Is it hard to talk to me when I'm awake?"

  "Nah, that's not it," he says. "It's just... fuck, I don't know. My dad and everything. I'm not sure what to do."

  Oh. I take a deep breath, trying to think of what to say. "Um... well, we don't have to do anything right away," I tell him. "We can just wait."

  "Yeah, but how long?" he asks. "What do we do if that douche ex-boyfriend of yours keeps calling the house, too?"

  "It won't matter for long," I remind him. "We're going camping tomorrow, remember?"

  "Oh," Ethan says. "Yeah, that's true."

  "So we can keep it a secret from him easily while we're gone, and then when we get back we can figure out what to do. I know my mom will help. Maybe she can just answer the phone one time when Jake calls and deal with him then."

  "What about after, though?" Ethan asks.

  "Huh? What do you mean?"

  "Listen, Princess," Ethan says, serious. "This is going to be hard. I know it's fun and all, and I have a great time with you, but this is still kind of fucked up and it's going to be hard. You think just because your mom tells that prick to leave you alone that h
e's going to do it? Yeah, maybe for the summer it'll work, but what happens when you go back to school?"

  "I..." I hesitate, because I didn't want to talk about this so soon. "Ethan, I'm not sure, because it's going to be hard for a lot of reasons."

  "Yeah," he says. Then he surprises me by adding, "You think we can make it work?"

  "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him.

  "Going to be honest with you here, Princess," he says. "I've never put a lot of time into thinking about how to make a relationship work. I don't do that. I think about how to end them, how to cut girls off, and I try not to be a dick about it, but uh... well, fuck, you know how that used to go."

  "Have you thought about how to end it with me?" I ask him.

  He takes awhile to answer. "Yeah," he says. "Before, though. Before any of this got real and serious, when it was still just something for the week. I just didn't want to fuck any of this up. I don't know. Are you mad?"

  "What do you mean by before," I ask him. "How long before?"

  "Does it matter? It's an asshole thing to think about any way you cut it, Ashley. I get it, I really do. I'm pretty fucking bad at relationships."

  "It matters," I tell him. "Please?"

  He waits a few seconds, then says, "Right at the start. Like, seriously, right after you came into the shower with me and I shaved you, and we had some fun. I just didn't want to hurt you. I get what people say about me and the reputation I have, Princess, but I don't want to hurt anyone, you know?"

  "You're weird," I tell him, trying not to smile. This is supposed to be serious, but for some reason he always makes me smile. I think he's actually always made me smile, though I know there's some things I should exactly be smiling about.

  "I just told you I was thinking about how to end things with you and you tell me I'm weird?" he says. "I think you're the weird one here."

  "I just wanted to make sure it wasn't after..."

  "After what?" he asks.

  "I don't know," I say. "After. Just after."

  He shrugs and pulls me close. "Nah, not after. If I'm being brutally fucking honest right now, I'm pretty sure later that same day I was thinking how fucked up it was that I didn't want it to end in a week."