Stepbrother With Benefits 2

  Stepbrother With Benefits 2

  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 2

  First edition. April 23, 2015.

  Copyright © 2015 Mia Clark.

  Written by Mia Clark.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Foreword

  Stepbrother With Benefits 2

  A Note from Mia

  About the Author

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  Stepbrother With Benefits 2

  *** Ashley

  I strip down before opening the door to Ethan's bathroom. I don't know why, it just seems like the right thing to do. And then I open the door, and he's standing there in the shower. He doesn't see me at first, so I just watch him.

  He's hard. He's standing there, rinsing off his hair, letting soap and water slide down his body, while his erection bobs and bounces between his legs. Is that how men are?

  I don't know. I've never thought to think about it before, but I guess it makes sense. Supposedly they think about sex all the time, right? In which case...

  Ethan notices me looking at him, and I avert my eyes, turning away from him. Sort of. I can still see him out of the corner of my eye, watching me, his cock flexes and throbs, no longer bouncing. It's pointing straight at me, like it's latched onto my scent and it plans on moving in for the kill.

  Well, that's what I came here for, isn't it?

  Gaining some courage despite my reluctance and fear, I step into the bathroom. I've come too far, I'm already here, I'm the one who decided to strip, and now I'm going to go through with this. I close the door behind me just as Ethan opens the sliding shower door and openly admires my body. His eyes move from my toes, to my calves, my thighs, resting for a long while between my legs, then up my stomach, my breasts, and finally, after taking his fill of me, he looks me directly in the eyes.

  "Come here," he says with a growl. It's not a request, it's an order.

  "Ethan, I..." I stammer and stumble to say something, to make sense of what's going on even though I don't think any of it makes sense. "Can we talk first? Just a little bit."

  "What for?" he asks, looking both annoyed and curious.

  "I... I want to make sure we both understand the rules of what we're doing."

  "Princess, there are no rules here."

  "I know," I say. "But I want to make some, if that's alright?"

  He doesn't say anything, simply stares at me as water falls all around him, fog floating from the shower stall. I stand in the middle of the bathroom, heat and wetness shimmering across my body. I'm not entirely sure that all this heat is from the shower, though; I know for a fact that the wetness between my legs isn't. But... I need more. I need to talk. Just for a little bit.

  "Just a few rules," I say, continuing on. "For example, the first should be that this is only going to last for a week, while Mom and Dad are away."

  "Yeah," he says. "Rule number one. Of course."

  I nod. "Yes."

  "Rule number two," Ethan says. "When I tell you to come here, you come here."

  It's still an order, still practically growling at me, commanding me to obey him, but it's more, too. It's fun and flirty, a little playful. I can see why girls fall for him, can see why his devious smirk melts their resistance, because it's doing the same to me.

  I go. It's a rule now, and so I have to, don't I? The thought makes me smile. Slow, quiet, I step across the soft bath mat, to the shower. Ethan offers me his hand, wet and strong and desirous, and I take it. He helps me into the shower with him, enveloping me in his world, a world of lust and fog.

  He pulls me close and I can feel his erection pressed between us, tight, sliding up along my stomach. His lips kiss at my cheek, towards my ear, and he nibbles softly on my earlobe, then whispers.

  "You can change your mind," he says. "Not just now. Whenever. That's rule number three."

  "You can, too," I say. "Rule number four."

  His hand slides down the curves of my body, towards my hips, my ass. He squeezes hard, pulling me against him, and I can feel him pulse and throb between us. Is he going to take me right here and now? That's what this means, doesn't it? My stepbrother, with benefits?

  His hand slips around, caressing past my thigh, heading between my legs. He pulls up, dragging his fingers across my sex, and I shiver and shudder beneath his touch. Yesssss... this is why I came here. This is what I want.

  "This is cute," he says. "Trimmed, right?"

  I don't understand what he means at first, but then his fingers twirl through my short-cropped pubic hair and I realize it. I nod. "Yes."

  "Rule number five," he says. "We're shaving it. Now. I'll do it."

  "Um..." I bite my bottom lip, confused.

  "Listen, Princess," he says. "I don't mind it. It's nice. You're sexy as fuck, and I will gladly fuck you any which way, but I'm going to shave you bare so that I can show you some things you'll never forget. Got it?"

  "Like what?" I ask.

  I'm curious, and I wish I knew what he meant, but I really don't. Yes, I'm intelligent, and, yes, I have perfect grades, but this is Ethan's domain, not mine. This is something he can teach me, something I'd never learn in a classroom.

  "Sit," he says, slowly guiding me towards the shower wall.

  There are steps, or stools I guess you could call them. I have them in my shower in my bathroom off of my bedroom, too. They're for relaxing, or sitting, shaving, that sort of thing. They're built into the wall of the shower, near the rear and the front. He leads me towards one, forcing me down. I go, knees buckling, trembling at the excitement of being trapped in a shower with...

  Ethan Colton. My stepbrother. The bad boy every girl wants, the one no one can have; at least not for long...

  I know this, but it's fine. We're not in this for the long run. It's just a week. Stepbrother with benefits. It's just...

  "Spread your legs," he says, and I do. He reaches for an aerosol can of shaving cream and a fresh razor, then stoops between my legs.

  "I'm not sure how I feel about this," I say. "I can do this myself?" It's kind of a question, but I've never done this before, so who knows? Has he done this before? With someone else?

  I don't want to think about that right now. I don't want to think about what Ethan has or hasn't done with other girls. I only want to think about what he's going to do with me. To me... what I'll do with him.

  "I want to do it," he says, sliding a finger up and down my sex. He pulls it away and sticks it in his mouth, tasting. "Fuck, you're wet, Princess. You excited?"

  I nod, accepting it, admitting it. "Yes."

  "Good," he says with a grin. "Once you're shaved, I'll take real good care of you."

  He sprays foam shaving cream into his hand, then gently brings it between my legs. I gasp at the sudden coolness of it, then shiver at the way he spreads it around. It's nice. This... this is sexual, but I can imagine doing it in a non-sexual way, too. It feels good.

  I don't know why I think this. It's stupid and I know it. But I have a sudden urge to ask him if this is included? In our friends with benefits week? What if I want him to shave me down t
here later? Not for sexual reasons, but just because I... well, he seems to know what he's doing.

  Ethan spreads my legs even further while kneeling between them. Slow and steady, he brings the razor to the top of my pubis, then carefully glides it down. The shaving cream smooths away, my trimmed pubic hair going with it, leaving soft, bare skin in its wake. He does this, covering all of the major spots at first, and then he rubs more foam shaving cream in his hands and...

  Pulls. Plies. Ethan pulls and plies my sexual curves, my labia, spreading shaving cream everywhere. Slow and gentle, dabbing it, covering every inch of hair between my legs. This... this is quite a bit more sexual. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, languishing in the feel. His fingers tease and rub at my clit, making slow circles. I stiffen, opening my mouth wide.

  "Ethan..." I breathe, murmuring his name.

  "Soon, Princess," he says. "Let me finish this."

  He keeps going. He's very good at this. Like an art form almost. That's the only way I can think to describe it. Ethan pulls lightly at my labia, then glides the razor this way and that, over and over, shifting, smoothing, caressing. I've never done this, because I'm always so worried I'll cut myself, but apparently Ethan knows exactly what he's doing, and everything comes out soft and smooth, bare and nice.

  "Rule number six," he says. "This is supposed to be fun, Ashley. Understand?"

  I nod, trying to agree with him, but lost in thought, too.

  "I'm being serious," he says. "Yeah, we're going to fuck. A lot. Hard. But if you don't like something, let me know. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. If you want to try something, let me know, too. We can give it a shot. Either way, I promise I'll make you feel good. That's what this is all about, got it?"

  I nod again, but this time I open my eyes and look down at him. He's staring between my legs, moving the razor, shaving me with expert, focused precision. It's so strange to see Ethan Colton—the Ethan Colton—concentrating like this. I've always thought of him as somewhat of a slacker, just someone who screwed around and coasted through life, but for some reason, right now, he looks entirely different to me.

  I guess it's not actually that strange, though. I always had a feeling he had some driving passion, and it makes sense that it would involve women.

  Not women, some nagging thought at the back of my mind says. You.

  That's not true, though. Obviously it's not, and of course it's not. This is just something we're doing for a week. Something that happened because of a stupid mistake. Was it actually that stupid, though? Well, if it was, I'm about to make it again, except this time without the help of alcohol.

  I'm excited. I want to know what it feels like. I want to remember all of it, not from the hazy-minded view I had last night, but from the bright, fresh perspective of a new morning to a new day.

  "What do you mean by trying something new?" I ask.

  "You ever suck cock before, beautiful?" he asks. "You ever deepthroat a guy?"

  "What!" I blush and look away from him.

  Yes, the irony isn't lost on me. Ethan is shaving my crotch, so him asking me if I've ever given a blowjob should kind of be par for the course, but... it's just the way he says it. So casual and regular, like he has these conversations all the time. I've never heard him talk like this before.

  "I'll take that as a no, and a no," he says with a sly grin.

  "I have," I say, indignant. No, I haven't. I don't know why I tell him I have.

  He stops. He places the razor aside, then lifts up his hand, grabbing my chin. Squeezing slightly, forcing me to look at him, he says, "Rule number seven. Don't lie to me about this shit, Princess. It's not a big deal, alright? I don't care what you've done before. It doesn't matter. It's about what you want to do. Understand?"

  I nod slightly, at least as much as I can with my chin in his grip. Ethan steps up, swoops in, and he...

  He kisses me. Hard. It's so fast and sudden that I don't realize it at first, and by the time I open my mouth to kiss him back, he stops and goes back to his knees. My mouth hangs open, eyes closed, tongue lolling out, finally prepared to kiss him, but Ethan's already back to finishing with my intimate shave.

  I frown, pouting somewhat, wanting to kiss him, but he's busy again already.

  "I don't know about the deepthroat thing," I say. "No one's ever let me give them a blowjob before, though. It was just all sex. I mean, I haven't had a lot of sex, but that's all it's been."

  "Let me guess," he says. "Missionary? Nothing different?"

  I nod, somewhat embarrassed. "I know that's not a lot. I'm sure you've had a ton more experience."

  I know he's had a ton more experience. There's really no question there.

  Ethan shrugs and flashes me a brilliant smile. I melt. It's so soft and nice, but sexy and deliberate, too.

  "Doesn't matter. This isn't about that. This is just two people enjoying each other," he says. "Yeah, we'll be naked, but whatever. Fun is fun, right?"

  "I'm not so sure about that," I say, smiling a little. "Haven't you ever wanted more, Ethan?"

  "More?" he asks, furrowing his brow.

  "You know, um... like a girlfriend? Something more? Not just sex?"

  "Not really," he says. "Not sure why you're asking me this."

  Belatedly I realize what it sounds like. Like I want more with him? Which is obviously impossible. He's still my stepbrother, regardless of what we've decided.

  We? Is this something we decided together? Yes, sort of.

  "I don't know," I say. "I didn't mean anything by it."

  Ethan grunts. That's that, apparently.

  He finishes up. I'm completely shaven now, absolutely bare. It feels kind of nice. For good measure, he slaps at my bare skin, smacking my pussy. I jump from the sudden jolt of sensation, but he just laughs. "Sensitive, huh?"

  "It's... it's different."

  "You'll like it," he says. "Let me do me quick, then we'll see what happens."

  I get the distinct feeling he isn't going to leave this up to fate, though. This isn't a wait and see type of situation.

  "You... um... you're shaving, too?" I ask.

  "Yeah," he says with a shrug. He sprays shaving foam in his hands, then slathers it around his cock, near the base of his shaft, and his balls.

  Surprisingly, or not, he's still absurdly hard. I can see him now, up close and personal, and... he's large. I've never really gotten a good look at a penis before now, but Ethan definitely has something to be proud of. I inadvertently find myself staring.

  He laughs. "Like what you see, Princess?"

  I nod. No lying, right? Rule number seven. "I don't think I can ever deepthroat that," I say.

  "You'd be surprised what you can do if you really want to," he says with a grin. "There's some tricks to it. I'll teach you if you want."

  "What?" Tricks? Really? I would have thought my throat and my mouth was only so big...

  "To get past your gag reflex," he says. "Some girls are more sensitive to it than others, but there's a trick."

  He holds up his left hand, showing me, then pulls his thumb towards his palm, wraps his fingers around it, and squeezes. I follow along, or I think I do, but he shakes his head.

  "Left hand, Ashley. If you squeeze your left thumb, it helps stop your gag reflex. You can take a lot more in that way. You still need to practice, but that's the best way to start."

  "Really?" I ask, squeezing my left thumb.

  "Really," he says. "You want to find out first hand?"

  His smirk is infectious, and the way his cock bounces, it's like just thinking about me sucking his cock has him excited. I suppose that might be the truth, too.

  "Do you want to?" I ask, grinning.

  "You're asking me if I want my cock deep in your throat? Yeah, if that's what you're asking, I damn well fucking would love it. I'll practice that shit with you until you're a pro."

  I laugh. "You make it sound so dirty."

  "It's pretty fucking dirty," he says, a
nd he laughs, too.

  "Why are you shaving yourself?" I ask, suddenly curious.

  "It's nice," he says. "When we're both shaved, it's nice. Real smooth. Slippery, especially when you're really wet, which I hope to fuck you'll be. If not, it's cool. We can use lube or something. Might have to after awhile."

  "Why?"

  "Ashley, I don't know if you get this yet, but a week is a long fucking time, and you can have a whole lot of sex in that amount of time. I'm being completely honest when I say I plan to take full advantage of that. I'm going to be hard all fucking week for you, Princess."

  My God... he's just so... I don't even know. So enchanting. In the dirtiest, naughtiest of ways. This isn't supposed to be that exciting. At least I didn't think it was, but, no, it is. It's more exciting than I thought.

  I'm glad I came up here. I'm glad I decided to accept his offer. I realize how strange this sounds. This is Ethan, he's... he's my stepbrother. It's weird. Maybe it's gross. Disgusting. I would agree if someone said that, too.

  But, it's us. It's our secret. Just for a week. And Ethan is fun. It's like he's mine for a week. I get to experience everything that all of those other girl's have experienced, but different, too. None of them got to live with him, now did they? I doubt any of them ever had the chance to eat breakfast with him like I did. And it won't even just be today.

  I bet he never offered to have a night in with them while watching a movie and eating pizza and getting drunk. It was a mistake, what happened after that, sort of, but...

  Maybe it wasn't? I'm not sure anymore.

  "Let's practice," he says. "Come here, Princess."

  Rule number two: when Ethan says come here, I go.

  He's standing there. Finished. His cock is smooth and shiny, soft and bare. It looks... a little strange at first, but somewhat mesmerizing, too. Slick and shimmering, like some shining treasure of lust. I move to stand and go to him, but he shakes his head.

  "On your knees, Princess. I want to see Little Miss Perfect take my cock in her mouth."