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  Stepbrother With Benefits 12 (Second Season)

  Mia Clark

  Published by Cherrylily, 2015.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  STEPBROTHER WITH BENEFITS 12 (SECOND SEASON)

  First edition. August 29, 2015.

  Copyright © 2015 Mia Clark.

  Written by Mia Clark.

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  Foreword

  Stepbrother With Benefits 12

  A Note from Mia

  About the Author

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  *** Ethan

  Alright, look, I'm sleeping. I'm dreaming about something. I don't know what the fuck it is. Bears maybe, or wolves, or dogs that look like wolves, or wolves that are dogs that are actually bears but really they're aliens.

  Or blowjobs.

  You might not think any of that shit is connected, but let me assure you that blowjobs are always relevant to everything. Yeah, alright, so if you're lost in the woods and about to get eaten by a wolf, a blowjob isn't exactly going to save you, but it's sure going to make you feel a hell of a lot better and that's what's important.

  Sometimes you just need to lean back and calm the fuck down. Getting a blowjob is a great way to do that.

  I'm pretty fucking sure I'm dreaming about blowjobs now. Yeah, so, I'm asleep, and I don't know how I know anything, but I feel like it's easy to picture Ashley's perfect as fuck lips wrapping around my cock. I love the way she looks up at me when she's about to do it, like she's excited but a little nervous, too. She licks her lips and then pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it slightly before teasing out her tongue and licking at the tip of my cock, and...

  "Hey! You two, wake up and get out here. We need to talk."

  Holy fucking shit. Are you for real? I'm having a dream about blowjobs over here, and not only that but Ashley's blowjobs. I am the recipient of these blowjobs, and I better fucking be the only recipient ever.

  Except, yeah, so that's my dad and now I'm not dreaming anymore because he's loud as fuck and I'm definitely awake.

  I've got an erection, though. I guess I've got that going for me, for whatever the fuck that's worth. I don't think it's worth a lot because I've got to get up and get out of the tent instead of doing something more productive with my cock.

  I feel like Ashley has the same idea, too. We're on the same level here, of the same mindset. She's awake, too, and blinking her big beautiful eyes at me while sneaking glances downwards at the throbbing piece of art between my legs.

  Yeah, I just called my cock a piece of art. Do you have a problem with that?

  She reaches out and grabs my cock, teasing and stroking me with her hand. "I wish I could make you cum right now," she says, whispering to me.

  Yeah, you know what, Princess? I wish you could, too. I really fucking wish you could...

  "No screwing around!" my dad says, loud.

  Yeah? You know what? You know fucking what, Dad?

  Fuck you.

  I'm going to screw around.

  Quick and fast as fuck, I grab Ashley's wrist and pull her hand away from my cock. She looks at me, confused and surprised for a second, but that's all I give her. One second, baby girl, you'll realize what's up after that. I pin her hand above her head and roll her onto her back and then slide on top of her.

  I'm ready, and I'm pretty fucking sure she's ready, but I guess we're about to find out.

  I slide her legs apart with my knee and then use my free hand to guide myself towards her delicious as fuck pussy. I'm feeling really vulgar right now, which I guess I'm going to blame on being rudely awakened by my dad and told not to screw around.

  I push my hips forward and slide my way right inside of her. She's wet and ready for me and it only takes a fraction of a second for me to go deep inside of her, my balls slamming against her body. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she opens her mouth to let out a moan. I press my lips to hers, stopping her from giving us away.

  I'm screwing around here, Princess. Don't ruin this for me.

  "You still wish you could make me cum right now?" I whisper into her ear.

  "Ethan, your dad..." she gasps, hushed.

  I grind my body against hers. I can't be as loud as I want, because, yeah, my dad's right outside, but I can still enjoy myself, and I'm pretty sure she's going to enjoy this, too. I slide against her clit and her eyes roll into the back of her head again. Aw, fuck, that's gorgeous.

  I love the way she reacts to me. It's not just about this, not just about sex or lust or whatever the fuck, it's just everything. She looks so perfect when I'm with her, like she's finally able to be herself, and I feel like I can be myself, too.

  "You tell me what to do, Princess," I say. "My dad can wait. This is about you and me, alright?"

  "Ethan..." she whimpers, refusing to answer.

  The look on her face says it all. She's trapped between being the good girl and giving in to her naughty side. Oh, how I want her to give in. The struggle is real right here, and it's turning me on even more. My cock pulses and throbs inside her. I ease out a little, then push back in, rocking my hips against her sexy fucking body.

  My dad's sitting by the campfire spot, grumbling.

  My stepmom murmurs to him. "Oh, let them sleep a little. I'm sure they're both tired, and it's the summer. Not everyone is used to getting up as early as you, honey."

  "You hear that, Princess," I whisper to her. "We've got time."

  "Ethan, it's just..." She buries her face in my shoulder. Holy fuck, it's cute and sexy at the same time. Why are you doing this to me, Princess?

  "Yeah, what is it?" I ask her, grinning.

  "They're right outside!" she hisses, almost laughing. "It's weird."

  "Listen," I tell her. "I'm making up a new rule. What the fuck rule are we on now?"

  "Twenty-one," she says. "But do you really think this is a good time for rules?"

  "Yeah, it's the fucking best time," I say. "Here's the rule. Rule twenty-one. I'll always be there when you need me, Princess. No matter what you need, I'm here for you."

  She stares at me for a second, really trying not to laugh now. The huge grin on her face is contagious and I start to grin, too. I kiss her fast and she kisses me back and we're both just fucking grinning and trying not to laugh because I'm balls deep inside her and our parents are right outside our tent, so, uh... yeah, what the fuck are we doing?

  I'm kind of a bad boy, though. I can get away with this kind of stuff. It's just what I do, you know?

  "You'll always be there for me?" she asks, giggling a little. "That's not really a rule, is it?"

  "Nah, the rule is that I have to be there, I guess," I tell her. "I don't know. Why are you making this difficult?"

  "You realize you just made this rule so that you can have an excuse to do very naughty sexy things, right?"

  "Yeah, so?"

  "I'm just making sure we're both on the s
ame page," she whispers.

  "I think we've always been on the same page, Princess," I say, pulling out of her a little and then pushing back in hard.

  She squeezes her arms around my back and makes a face that can only be described as "sexy as fuck I want to fuck the shit out of this girl so bad."

  "So... if I say I really want you to cum... I really really want you to cum... then you'll do it because you'll always be here for me no matter what I need?" she asks, whispering right into my ear, sultry, her breath warm and her words hot.

  "Yeah," I say. "Exactly."

  She licks at my earlobe, sending shivers through my body. Holy fuck, that's nice... yeah, I love you, too, Princess.

  "I want you to cum..." she says.

  I'm ready. I'm so fucking ready, you don't even know. I pull out and slide back into her, building up a rhythm, prepared to give her exactly what she wants and needs.

  "I really want you to cum so bad, Ethan," she says, whimpering and pleading with me.

  "Oh, I'm going to cum," I whisper to her, harsh. "I'm going to make you cum, too."

  "I want you to cum, but later, not right now, we have to go talk to your dad and my mom and this is me teasing you. I'm invoking rule number nineteen."

  She says this all fast as fuck and she's trying not to laugh or giggle or whatever and also I'm pretty fucking sure she's trying not to have an orgasm, too. I'm not positive on that last one, I'm just pretty fucking sure. I know an orgasm when I feel it, alright? I just know.

  Also, fuck rule number nineteen. Who the fuck came up with rule number nineteen? Rule number nineteen can go eat a bag of dicks because I am pissed off right now.

  I'm deep inside her, and I stare at her. Just staring. Not even blinking. This is a staring competition.

  She's staring back at me, but she's cheating and blinking and also she's biting her bottom lip. Then she looks away from me and a red blush creeps up her cheek.

  Fuck.

  Seriously. Fuck.

  "Are you serious?" I ask her.

  She nods fast, refusing to look at me. "Uh huh."

  "Are you sure you're serious?" I ask again. "I'll let you change your mind, Princess."

  She doesn't answer me. Instead, she opens her mouth wide and shouts out, "Mom, can we make that bacon for breakfast?"

  "Oh, they're awake!" Ashley's mom says, outside. "You want bacon, honey? What else? How about eggs and oatmeal? Is Ethan awake, too?"

  "Wow," I say to the girl my cock is currently buried inside. "I've been betrayed."

  I shake my head side to side, slow. She laughs and kisses me fast on the cheek.

  "I love you, though," she says. Then louder, to her mom, she shouts, "Yup, Ethan's awake!"

  "What's he doing?" my stepmom asks. "Does he want bacon and eggs and oatmeal?"

  "You realize they're in the same tent?" my dad says. "If he's awake, he can hear you, too."

  "Oh, that's true, huh?" my stepmom says. "Ethan! What are you doing? Do you want bacon and eggs and oatmeal?"

  "Should I tell her what I'm doing right now?" I ask Ashley, sliding out of her a little before slamming back in. I grin and she stares at me, wide-eyed.

  "Don't you dare!" she hisses at me. "You need to follow the rules, Ethan! Rule number nineteen. If we don't follow the rules, what's the point of even having them? I let you make up a rule just now, too. You have to let me tease you once. It's part of the rules."

  Oh yeah? Well, two can play at that game. I pick up speed a little, going in for the kill. You think I don't know what you like, Princess? Nah... I may not be smart like you when it comes to college classes, but I've been paying attention when it comes to Ashley's Anatomy lessons.

  "Yeah," I shout out, mostly to hide the sound of me thrusting into my perfect as fuck princess. "Bacon and eggs and oatmeal sounds great."

  "Alright," my stepmom says. "You two come out here soon and we'll have breakfast and talk."

  Mhm... yeah, we'll do that. Just give me a second.

  I slide my hands under Little Miss Perfect Cocktease's ass and lift up her hips so I can move in just the right way and hit just the right spots. Oh, you thought I didn't know about that, Princess? Nah...

  Her mouth opens wide in the shape of an "O" and her eyes clench shut. I can feel the start of her orgasm begging and pleading with my cock. As soon as she's just about to go over the edge, I pull out but I don't thrust back in. I leave her like that, laying in our shared sleeping bag, her mouth open, eyes shut, body taut and tight.

  "Rule number nineteen," I tell her.

  Her eyes snap open and she glares at me with wicked intent like she's got crazy witch powers or something. Holy fuck, she's seriously scary right now. Then her hand flies to her clit and it's pretty fucking obvious she's trying to finish what I started.

  Oh, hell no! What's the point of rule number nineteen if I can't tease you, Princess? I grab her wrist and pull her hand away and we struggle like that. She kicks me. Seriously, she just kicked me. It's not like it hurt, but that's not the point.

  Actually it's kind of funny and I start to laugh. This isn't good. I'm not supposed to be laughing. We're both basically naked and if anyone opens the tent, uh...

  I smile at her, because I just want to fucking smile at her. She's beautiful and amazing and she's mine and maybe she's kind of mad right now, but it's not really mad. It's a playful mad. I'll give you plenty of orgasms later, Princess, don't worry.

  I kiss her, and I mean it. There's a difference there, a difference between just kissing, or kissing because of lust, or a sweet and nice kiss, or kissing someone because you really fucking mean it. All sorts of different kinds of kissing, and this is the most important one.

  She melts as soon as my lips touch hers, and she kisses me back. I let go of her hand and she reaches up and cups my cheeks in her palms. I hold her face, too, just wanting to kiss her and look at her. We stare into each other's eyes and there's a serious fucking spark going on or something. Her eyes glimmer and I'm pretty sure mine do, too, and our glimmer, that spark inside our souls, just reaches out and connects us together.

  It's crazy. This entire thing is crazy. I love it. I love her.

  "I love you," she says. "Even when you're an asshole like you just were.

  I laugh. "I love you, too, Princess," I say. "Now let's get dressed and go eat breakfast and talk. Then we can sneak away to take a shower together so I can fuck your brains out."

  "I need my brains," she says, making a cute pouty face at me. "I have a college scholarship to maintain, remember?"

  "I mean, I guess we can put them back after?" I offer.

  "Fuck my brains out and then... fuck me again to get them back in?"

  Aw yeah. See, that's why Ashley's the smart one. She's got the best ideas, doesn't she? Seriously, that's some impressive intellect right there. I'm impressed.

  *** Ashley

  I wish Ethan hadn't stopped me from having an orgasm. That's the only thing I can think about right now. We hurried and got dressed and everything seemed fine, but... nope, it's not.

  I step out of the tent and everything is just sensitive. I can feel my panties rubbing against my clit, feel the gentle pressure of my shorts tight against my pussy, and I just kind of want to step back in the tent and zip myself in and um... do things that good girls don't do.

  Do good girls do those things? Actually, I'm sure they probably do. I mean, I've done it before, but I was cautious and tactful, you know? I didn't exactly announce to the world what I was about to do, but right now I sort of don't care if the world knows because I just want to have an orgasm.

  I was so close! So very very close, and just a couple of seconds more would have pushed me over the edge, but Ethan is a huge jerk.

  I think I hate him. I don't actually hate him. I like him a lot, and I do love him, but I just don't like him right now.

  When we step out of the tent, I give him a dirty look and stomp away, going to join my mom and Ethan's dad. They're sitting around the campf
ire already, toasting some bread. My mom offers me a piece that's already done and I take it and sit down across from her. Ethan wanders up, too, and my mom offers him a piece of toast, also.

  I glare at him, but he just sits down next to me as if nothing's wrong.

  I guess I can't blame him. I stopped him from having an orgasm, too. That was kind of fun, actually. I grin a little, remembering the intense look on his face, and then the shock and awe after I told him we needed to stop.

  One thing I need to remember from all of this is that rule number nineteen is dangerous. Actually, I think it may be the most dangerous rule of them all. The other rules are good, and should be used for good. Rule number nineteen can be used for evil purposes, but it can be used by both of us, so...

  Except we've both used up our one tease for now, so the next time is going to be the real thing, and I'm really really excited! I guess rule number nineteen isn't all bad. It lets us spice things up a little.

  My mother gives me a weird look and I belatedly realize I have a silly grin on my face and I probably look crazy.

  "What's got you so happy this morning?" my mom asks.

  "Um... it's just so nice to be awake!" I say, trying to sound chipper and enthusiastic.

  Everyone gives me a weird look after that, including Ethan. Ethan! You're supposed to be on my side here! I stick my tongue out at him and scrunch up my nose. He gives me a dirty look, but then he smiles. I like the way he looks at me, with his eyes glimmering. It almost feels like he's looking straight into me, past everything, seeing all of my thoughts and feelings, but in a good way because I want him to see all of that and I want him to know it.

  Sometimes it's hard to say stuff like that, though. It's easier if you don't have to say it, and it's easiest if you have someone who knows it without you having to say it. I guess I never thought about it before, but that's how it is with Ethan almost always. He makes me happy.

  "I'm sure we're all glad to be awake," Ethan's dad says, laughing and shaking his head side to side. "I think, if no one minds, maybe we can just cut straight to the important topic that I'm sure we've all been waiting to talk about."