Stepbrother With Benefits 4

  Stepbrother With Benefits 4

  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 4

  First edition. April 22, 2015.

  Copyright © 2015 Mia Clark.

  Written by Mia Clark.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Foreword

  Stepbrother With Benefits 4

  A Note from Mia

  About the Author

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  Stepbrother With Benefits 4

  *** Ashley

  I don't know what possessed me to tell Ethan what I told him, but I feel bolder and stronger with him around. Maybe it's because he doesn't judge me. I don't know if he judges anyone, though. He has a tendency of coming across as very carefree and indifferent, but in an interested way if that makes any sense? It doesn't make sense to me, but that's still what it seems like.

  And so... I just tell him, and he looks at me funny for a second, then he laughs.

  "Yeah, alright," he says. "Right here, or what?"

  "No! Um... no..." I say. This is more difficult than I thought.

  "Alright," he says, smiling, shrugging. "Tell me how you want to do this?"

  "Can we go upstairs?" I ask. "To our own rooms. We can get towels there, then meet back down here. We need towels anyways, right? To go swimming, I mean."

  "Yeah, good idea," Ethan says. "You sure about his? We don't have to."

  I nod quick. "No, I want to. I'm just nervous, that's all."

  He grins and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. "No need to be nervous, Princess. It's just you and me, right?"

  It's true. It's just us. We're safe here. No one can hurt us or judge us or say anything.

  That's what I want to think, except Ethan has a habit of hurting people, too. I don't think he does it on purpose. Now I don't think he does it on purpose, at least. It just seems to happen. It follows him around like a dog's tail, wagging and knocking over expensive vases. Dogs don't mean to do that, but it doesn't make them any less blameless, now does it?

  Ethan takes my hand in his and leads me to the stairs, then up them. At the top, we both look towards our respective rooms. Mine is the opposite way down the hall from his.

  "See you soon," Ethan says with a cheeky smile.

  I smile back; I can't help myself. "Thank you," I say.

  He brushes off my appreciation. It's nothing. I don't need to thank him.

  I scurry to my room and close the door behind me, then flop down on my bed. I'm still just wearing my panties and Ethan's shirt, but soon I'll be in my swimwear, um... if you can even call it that?

  I have a bunch of different bathing suits in my dresser: bikinis that I only wear when it's me and my mom, or one-pieces the rest of the time. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever worn a bathing suit around Ethan. Maybe he's seen me in one from time to time on accident, but never intentionally. He swims all the time, though. I've seen him half-naked quite a bit.

  And now I've seen him naked. Also quite a bit.

  Well, time to change! I try to hype myself up for it, but I'm still nervous. I don't have to do this, I tell myself. I can chicken out of it. He won't make fun of me for that. He won't get upset at me. He won't. I know he won't, but...

  Nope! I'm going to do it anyways! My bathing suit is...

  Nothing. That's what I told him. Why don't we go skinny dipping?

  I've never gone skinny dipping before. I've always kind of wanted to, but I've never had anyone to go with.

  I slip my panties down my legs and let them pool on the ground, then I lift Ethan's shirt up over my head and toss it to the floor by my feet.

  There. Done. I'm changed. That was easy. I laugh, giddy with excitement.

  Sneaking into my bathroom quick, I grab a towel for later when I need to dry off. It's big and fluffy and suddenly I have a partial change of heart. Am I really going to go swimming naked? Um, yes. Yes, I am. I feel weird walking around the house naked, though. I don't know why, I just do.

  I wrap the towel around my body, covering myself like I've just stepped out of the shower. Yes, this is alright. It's fine. I can go like this. I tiptoe out of my room, quiet, and close my door then head downstairs to the pool. Ethan isn't there yet, so I just wait at the edge, poking my foot over and dipping my toes into the water.

  It's a heated pool and it's warm out, so the water is nice. I do like swimming, I just get self-conscious sometimes. Maybe I should get in before Ethan comes, so I can hide under the water? Sort of. I know he can still see me naked then, but it's kind of concealing a little bit, right?

  I don't have time, though. I hear the slider door to the house open, and when I spin around, there he is.

  Ethan is not wearing a towel. He has one draped over his shoulder, but it's definitely not covering anything. Nothing at all. I stare. Oh my...

  *** Ethan

  Alright, I thought we were swimming naked? I don't know anymore. Yeah, she's probably naked under that towel, but she's still got a towel on, and I can't see her sexy as fuck body beneath it, which is a real disappointment. Yeah, no sex, I get it. Sorry, I'm still hard for her. I can't help it. I can't stop. I'll be good, though. I'll contain myself.

  Down boy! Cut that shit out! Stop being so fucking greedy for Ashley's pussy, you stupid dick!

  Doesn't work. I tried, right? Gave it my best shot. What more can I do?

  She gapes at me, her eyes staring at my crotch. Aw yeah, that's right, Princess. Stroke my ego. I love it.

  "What's with the towel?" I say, lifting one brow.

  She snaps her eyes back to my face and blushes. "Um, I'm cold."

  "You're not cold," I tell her. "It's like eighty degrees out, Princess. Ditch the towel and let's go for a swim."

  She's clinging to that towel like it's her entire life. I don't even understand why. It's not like I haven't seen her naked before. We're just going swimming. What the fuck?

  But, yeah, this shit happens. I've dealt with it before. It's cute when Ashley does it. Don't ask me why, it just is. I walk towards her and toss my own towel onto one of the pool lounge chairs, then reach for her and hers. She loosens her grip, and I pull her hand away slowly, taking the towel from her. Once we're done with that, I toss her towel into a chair, too.

  "Come on," I say. "It's just swimming. Let's have some fun."

  "Um..." she mumbles.

  I lead her towards the steps heading into the shallow end, then help her down onto the first one. The water is warm and nice. Fuck, I love heated pools, you don't even know. Best invention ever. Nothing against cold water, but it can go suck a dick as far as I'm concerned.

  I leave her at the steps into the shallow end and she panics.

  "Where are you going?" she asks.

  "Diving board?" I say.

  "Oh."

  She watches me the entire way there, still standing on the first step. It's her ankles. Just her ankles. She is up to her ankles in the water, and I don't know about you but I wouldn't consider that swimming. Don't worry, I'll fix this. I know exactly what to do.

  I march up to the diving board, which probably looks comical. Yeah, my erectio
n, remember? I don't give a fuck. I step out to the edge of the board and bounce a little. Intentionally. She's still watching me, and each time I bounce up and down, my cock does a little dance for her. I make a show of it, spinning a little. Helicopter or some shit? I don't know. She smiles and laughs, though.

  After that, I dive in. A real dive, not some stupid boring jump. I know swimming, alright? I grew up with this pool. This isn't my first rodeo. I got this. There's barely a splash as I enter the water, and I sink down to the bottom of the pool easily. I stay low, swimming towards her, eyes latching onto her toes twinkling in the water.

  Pink. She's got pink toenail polish on. I like it. It's cute. Matches her personality.

  Her toes twitch when I get closer. I'm at the stairs now. I come above the surface, jumping up and rebounding off the bottom step of the stairs, then I grab her around the waist. She squeals and screams, kicking and flailing, but I fling her over my shoulder anyways. And that's what we do, that's how we enter the pool. She pounds on my back and screams at me while I carry her further and further into the pool.

  "Ethan! Ethan, put me down! What are you—"

  "Hold your breath, Princess," I say, laughing.

  She's not going to. I know she won't. I'm not that much of a dick, though. I clap my hand over her mouth and nose to keep her from inhaling water, then I dunk us both down. Once we're under, she stops smacking my back. I shift and swim around so I'm facing her. She's holding her breath on her own now.

  I used to play this game when I was a kid. Not sure if it's as exciting when you're older, but I want to play it with her now. I don't even know if you'd call it a game, but that's fine. I don't care.

  I grin at her and sneak closer. Then, while we're both underwater, I kiss her.

  She blinks, confused at first, but then she kisses me back. It's nothing too crazy. We're both underwater, remember? But it's fun and playful and flirty, and we keep kissing until we slowly float back to the surface. I duck away from her and start treading water. She does the same.

  "What was that for?" she asks.

  "What the fuck? I need a reason to kiss you?" I ask.

  "Are you trying to seduce me, Ethan Colton?" she asks, glaring a little, smiling a little more. I love that flirty accusing tone in her voice. Sexy as fuck, that's what that is.

  "Nah, just having fun with you, Princess. That alright?"

  She bites her bottom lip and turns away. Her cheeks are red. I love that, too.

  "I wish we could do more," she says. "I think it would be fun. I really am sore, though. I'm sorry."

  "Hey," I say, swimming close to her. I put my hands on her hips and spin her so she's looking right at me. "Don't be sorry. Nothing to apologize for."

  "Are you sure?" she asks. "You're not upset or disappointed or anything?"

  "Nah, I'm not," I tell her. I'm not, either. I mean, shit, I'd love to fuck her right here and now, but there's more to life than sex, you know? Shut the fuck up. Don't judge me.

  "I always feel weird swimming," she says. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

  "What the fuck kind of question is that?"

  She shrugs, which nearly sends her underwater. I pull her up before she goes too low, and she laughs.

  "You're so weird," she says.

  "I'm the weird one? You're the one asking if you're pretty."

  "Well, how should I know if I'm pretty?"

  "You're pretty," I say. "Trust me."

  "How pretty?" she asks.

  Are we really having this conversation? "Pretty as fuck," I say.

  She laughs at me. "That doesn't help! Give me a number. From one to ten. Ten is the best."

  "Twelve," I say.

  "That's not between one and ten!"

  "You think I fucking care?"

  She laughs again. We're having a serious conversation here! I can't believe she's laughing at me.

  God, she's beautiful. I love it when she smiles.

  "Want to race?" she asks.

  "You're asking me to race?" I ask. "You realize this is my pool? I've been swimming here since I was three. You think you can win?"

  She makes a face at me, pursed lips, wrinkled nose, wide eyes. It's cute and arrogant all at once.

  "Do you think you can win?" she asks me, trying not to smile.

  "Whoa, you did not just say that," I say. "You don't want to bring out my competitive spirit, Princess."

  "I'll bet you," she says. "I bet you I can win."

  "What are the stakes?" I ask. "What do you get if you win?"

  "Um... if I win, you have to make me lunch. I want a turkey club sandwich, with extra mayo."

  "Shit, that's harsh. You're bringing your A game, I see."

  "How about you?" she asks. "What do you want if you win?"

  Her eyes sparkle. I can see it. I know what she's thinking. What do I want? I want to fuck that sweet pussy of yours, Princess.

  But, nah. She's sore, remember? We have to lay off that. Give it a break. Also, what the fuck, if she gets a sandwich, I want something good, too. Sex is great, but we'll get to that later. Right now I want...

  "If I win, I want you to make me one of those fruit smoothies you make sometimes."

  "With the strawberries and bananas?" she asks, her ears perking up.

  "Yeah, that. Those are great."

  "It's not that exciting..." she says, but she smiles and blushes, too. Man, I will never be able to get enough of her red cheeks.

  "Don't underestimate yourself," I tell her. "They're really good."

  "Alright, well I'll make you one if you win," she says. "If you win, but..."

  "Oh, there you go again, Princess. Keep it up. I'll go harder than hard. I'm not a good sport. I play to win."

  She laughs and swims close to me, then hugs me. It's... I don't know. Unexpected? I don't care. I put my arms around her and hug her, too.

  Yeah, we're naked. So what? Yeah, my cock is hard and pressed between her thighs. Does it look like I give a fuck? We're swimming here. We're racing. Serious shit is on the line. If I win I get a goddamn fruit smoothie. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life.

  Maybe. Maybe not. They're really good, though. You should try one sometime.

  *** Ashley

  We race and Ethan wins. I knew he would win, but it was fun to race against him, still. I liked it, and I liked the way he favored me, like it was a serious and important competition. It's just silly, but I like how he's silly, too.

  I think there's something wrong with me. I think I'm doing something wrong. This is supposed to be... we're um... with benefits, right? For a week, but...

  No, stop that, Ashley.

  We can still be friends after. We can still swim and race and make bets about lunch. Right? I hope so.

  Can we swim naked, though? We're not having sex, so maybe it's fine? I'm not sure. I doubt it.

  We play some more games, and then just swim around the pool. I challenge him to a breath holding competition, which he also wins, but it's close! I think it is. Maybe he just made it look like it's close by coming up right after I did, but I don't mind. It's still fun.

  When we play Marco Polo, it's kind of strange, but interesting. Obviously we're the only ones in the pool, so we're just chasing each other, but we're also naked, so grabbing to tag the other person is... um...

  Well, let's just say that Ethan ends up with more than a few handfuls of my breasts and once when I tagged him I accidentally grabbed him by the penis. I don't know how that happened. I think he did it on purpose, because when I opened my eyes to gloat, he just stood there, smirking at me until I realized I had my fingers wrapped around his cock.

  When I blushed, he laughed even more.

  It's still fun, though. We splash and enjoy ourselves and we're naked, but who cares? No one can see us. The pool is surrounded by a high fence, and it's just us here right now.

  When we get out of the pool, we lay in our chairs on top of towels, letting the sun dry us off. I close my eyes and bask in the
warmth. My fingers tingle and I reach over to where Ethan is, touching the armrest of his lounge chair. He sees me and taps his fingers against the back of my hand, then lifts my hand up and puts it in his. We hold hands like that, eyes closed, drying off. Our hands swing back and forth between us in the air, casual and sweet.

  I didn't know that Ethan could be sweet before all of this.

  I wonder if he's always been this way, or if...

  No, stop it. Cut it out. He's not changing. He's still the same, you're just seeing a different side of him than before. That's what I tell myself, but I don't know if it's true.

  "Hey," Ethan says, squeezing my fingers in his. "You hungry?"

  "Yes," I say. As if on cue, my stomach grumbles.

  "I know I won, but I've got a proposition for you," he says. "What do you say?"

  I blink open one eye and regard him with suspicion. A proposition? "What is it?" I ask.

  "I'll make us turkey clubs if you make us fruit smoothies. Deal?"

  "Oooh, for lunch?" I ask. I hadn't thought about that, but they would go good together, wouldn't they?

  "Yeah," he says. "Sound good?"

  "Alright," I say.

  Ethan stands up and takes his towel with him. I follow after him.

  "Towel," he reminds me, pointing back to my chair.

  "Oh, whoops!"

  "Might want to wrap up," Ethan says. "It's cooler inside. Let's put some clothes on before lunch?"

  I nod and start to wrap my towel around my body. Ethan heads to the door to let us back inside. He can't see me now, and I have an idea. This is either the best idea or the weirdest idea, but it's my idea and I'm going to do it.

  I wrap my towel around just my waist, keeping my upper body and my breasts exposed. It's cooler inside, right? I rush up behind Ethan and slip through the door before him, hurrying in. And... yup! It's much cooler here. My nipples harden almost immediately, stiff and responsive.

  I spin around quick before Ethan can come in. He stands there, mouth open and about to say something, but then he stops. His eyes snap down to my breasts and my nipples. He stares, and a slow grin creeps across his face.