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  Stepbrother With Benefits 1

  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 1

  First edition. April 24, 2015.

  Copyright © 2015 Mia Clark.

  Written by Mia Clark.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Foreword

  Stepbrother With Benefits 1

  A Note from Mia

  About the Author

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  *** Introduction

  How did I wind up naked, face down ass up on my bed, with my stepbrother behind me, thrusting hard into me, my face buried in a pillow to muffle my moans while our parents are downstairs making dinner and waiting for us to join them so we can eat? Well, that's a long story. To be honest, I'm not even sure how this started. It's so wrong, and I know we shouldn't be doing this, but then why does it feel so good? Why do I love it? Why am I...

  I think I love it a little too much. I'm even starting to worry myself.

  He leans over me and pins me to the bed, burying himself deep inside of me with one last thrust. I know what's coming next, but I can barely think anymore. My body's already betrayed me and given in to the delicious feeling of his thick, hard cock inside me. I've never had orgasms as powerful as the ones I have with Ethan, and this current climax is one of my stronger ones. My pussy milks his cock, my inner walls clenching against him as he cums inside of me.

  I feel it, and it feels so perfect, so warm and soft despite the fact that he was just fucking me hard. I don't understand anything about Ethan. I don't know how he can be like this. He's some kind of walking contradiction. I don't know why we're in bed together.

  I don't want to ever leave, though.

  He stays inside of me, jet after jet of his cum filling me to the brim. I can feel it seeping out of me, just a little. It's going to leave a mess on my bed. I don't know how I'm supposed to explain this.

  I just want to lay here, just a little longer, I want to stay here with him inside of me. I want to...

  I want to lay back and cuddle with him and...

  No. That's not part of our arrangement. We can't do that. My God, he's my brother! Stepbrother, I remind myself. But still.

  He pulls out of me and slaps me on the ass.

  "Let's go, Princess. Mom and Dad are waiting," Ethan says, cocky and confident as ever.

  "I can't believe we did that," I say in disbelief. I laugh, but he just smirks at me.

  "You know you loved it," he says, reaching for his pants on the floor.

  There's something about the way he says it, something about how casual it sounds, but I feel like there's more to his words, too. I don't know why I feel like that, because this is Ethan we're talking about. He's a bad boy, and everyone knows it. No one and nothing can tame him. He does what he wants, when he wants. I didn't just love it, I love...

  Stop, Ashley. Don't do this to yourself.

  I thought I'd learned to deal with it. I mean, our parents have been married for three years already, so I should have figured him out by now, right? Nope, not really.

  I lay on the bed and watch him put his pants on. They're loose around his waist and hang from his hips, even after he's zipped and buttoned them up. Ethan plays football in college—he even has a scholarship, though it's not like he needs it since his dad is rich—and he's got muscles in all the right places. That slick, perfect V angling from his hips to his crotch.

  It's like an arrow pointing to everything I want. Or a warning sign telling me to run away because this is dangerous. Maybe Ethan's bad boy personality is rubbing off on me. I've been feeling really naughty lately, so I wouldn't be surprised.

  I'm still naked from the waist down when he finishes putting his clothes back on. He stares at me, giving me a weird, confusing kind of look. Ethan walks back to the bed, leans over me, and without saying anything or even asking, he thrusts two fingers deep into my sex.

  I gasp and my back arches before I can think or do or say anything. Somehow I manage to breathe out his name. "Ethan!"

  "Listen, Ashley, you think you can get away with looking at me like that, laying on your bed with no pants on? Nah, I don't think so. You're still mine right now. Yeah, that's a good girl. Fuck, you're so sensitive. How many orgasms did you have? Tell me."

  I whimper and beg him with little muttered words, but he ignores me.

  "Tell me. Now. How many?"

  "Four," I say, a whisper.

  "Louder," Ethan says.

  "Mom and Dad will... they'll hear us, Ethan. You need to stop."

  "You think I care?"

  It sounds harsh, but there's a subtle softness in his eyes. Ethan wouldn't hurt me, he wouldn't be mean to me. I don't expect you to understand, but it's a part of this, it's one of the rules we made together. The rules that we don't seem to be following anymore, since we were supposed to stop this when our parents came back...

  "Tell me how many orgasms you had?" he asks me again. "Your pussy is mine, and I want you to keep track."

  "Four," I say again, louder, but now it's a lie. "Five," I say, correcting myself, blushing.

  My body spasms on the bed as my brother fingerfucks me, pushing past the grip of my orgasm, making me whimper and writhe in ecstatic release.

  When he's done, when I'm finished, he pulls his fingers out of me and shoves them in my mouth. "Taste," he says.

  I open my mouth without thinking and lick around his fingers, sucking them like they're his cock. I open my eyes and peek towards his crotch and notice that, yes, he's erect again. I really could be sucking his cock. Maybe I will. Maybe...

  "Now put some damn pants on," he says, smiling, teasing me. "Mom and Dad are waiting for us."

  *** Ashley

  (Four Days Earlier)

  "This isn't going to work."

  "Huh?" I ask.

  "Ashley, this isn't going to work. Have you thought about how we're going to do this? We're leaving for summer break. Right now. You're going back to your parents and I'm going back to mine. How are we going to do this?"

  "Jake, I don't know what you're talking about."

  And, I don't. I really don't, especially considering we just had sex. Literally. We're in Jake's dorm room while his roommate is out, and one thing led to another, and, well...

  I don't usually do this. I don't want Jake to think I'm a... a slut or anything. We've only had sex once before, but I thought that since we were going back home for summer break, this was a good time to do it again. I won't be able to see him for a few months.

  "Ash, you live five hours away from me. We'll be apart the whole summer. What kind of relationship is that?"

  "Um... a long distance one?" I say.

  He laughs, but it's not a nice laugh. Kind of a douchebag asshole laugh, actually. Which is really mean considering he just had his dick inside me. The least he could do is be a little nicer.

  I can't believe I'm even thinking this. Nicer? Yeah, Ashley, um... he's your boyfriend! He should be nice to you. Duh?

  "I don't do long distance relationships, babe," Jake says. "It's not my thing."

  "So you
're breaking up with me?" I ask, as if I couldn't say anything stupider at the moment.

  Yes, I've got perfect grades, I was the top of my class in high school, and I've got three scholarships that will more than cover most of my first two years of college, but apparently I'm still dumb enough to have to ask if my boyfriend is breaking up with me.

  "I'm not breaking up with you," he says.

  "Oh," I say. He makes no sense to me.

  "I'm just saying we can't do this. I can't go the entire summer without sex, babe. It's impossible."

  "Oh." I have no idea where he's going with this.

  "We'll take a break. See other people. At least for the summer. When we get back to school next year we can pick up where we left off."

  "Wait..."

  Look, I know what you're thinking. I'm not an idiot, alright? I'm really not. I just... I like Jake. I think. I'm not sure how I feel about him. I'd never had a boyfriend before college, and even then my boyfriends up until now haven't exactly been... boyfriends? I dated a couple of guys for a week or two, but that's it. Jake and I have been going out for a couple months now and I thought everything was going well, but...

  Nope, apparently not.

  "It's not you, it's me," he says.

  "Yeah, obviously," I say. I know it's not me. What a stupid thing to say. He's the one breaking up with me!

  Jake laughs. "It'll be fine. Go home and have a few one night stands or something. Learn how to be better in bed. You're kind of stiff, you know? You need to get a little more into it. When we come back to school next year, we can date again. Trial run or something? See how it goes. I've been putting up with you for now, but I really need someone who knows what they're doing, Ash. The sex just hasn't been that good. Sorry to put it out there like that."

  "No," I say. "It's fine."

  That's not what I want to say. I want to say more. I want to say something witty and funny and sarcastic. Because I don't think it's me. He's not very good in bed, either. Selfish and fast is about how I'd explain it, but I thought he liked me, so...

  My God, I'm an idiot, aren't I?

  I put my clothes on and rush to the door just as his roommate is coming back. His roommate accidentally blocks me from making a hasty retreat until we shuffle around to either side and I can get past him. I want to go. I want to run back to my room and pack and leave right now, because... because...

  Jake is an asshole! I almost think about screaming it, but I stop myself. I can't do that. I'm the good girl, the girl with perfect grades, the girl everyone expects to go far in life. I'm...

  I'm a doormat, apparently. I'm the girl whose boyfriend breaks up with her so he can sleep with other women during a two month summer break from college. Wow.

  Really, wow.

  "Text me sometime or something," Jake yells to me as I rush down the hall.

  "Fuck you," I say. I want to shout it, but I don't. I whisper it to myself under my breath.

  I'm Ashley Banks and I'm a good girl. Good girls don't swear and shout down the halls. I can't do that, even if I want to.

  *** Ethan

  The school year's over. I'm supposed to be packing up to leave. Supposed to be, but yeah, guess what I'm doing instead? Something stupid.

  A couple of guys from the team dragged me out to play shirts versus skins football on the field because the cheerleaders were doing some last hoorah celebration, complete with those fuckably short skirts they love to wear. Fuck. Those legs. That ass. Fuck. Just fuck.

  I can't deal with this shit, man. You don't even know how fucking hard this is right now.

  Shirts versus skins, but it devolved into skins versus skins soon enough. Who even gives a fuck what team we're on? No one, apparently. It's all some ruse to impress the cheerleaders, so it's not like it matters. And, yeah, it's working. They're doing their little cheer celebration, but they keep looking over at us. Can't say I blame them.

  This is college football and we're in the prime of our lives. Look, I'm kind of an asshole, alright? I know it. Everyone knows it. No reason to hide it.

  I look good, though. Especially with a shirt off. Especially when I'm sweating, muscles tight, running around a field, throwing a football.

  What position? Quarterback. Shouldn't it be obvious? I was born to be in the spotlight.

  Probably helps that my dad's rich. Can't hurt at least.

  The cheerleaders are done, and now they're just sitting on the bleachers watching us. Some of the guys pretend to have a huddle or some stupid shit, but it's all of them together. No offense, but what the fuck kind of huddle is that? Two teams would never huddle together. Doesn't make any goddamn sense.

  "Last play, guys," someone says. "Make it good. Flashy. Then let's go get our water bottles. Make that flashy, too."

  I almost laugh. These guys. They really need to get laid. I guess they're about to, so it's all good.

  I do some flashy shit, throw the ball higher in the air than necessary so it looks cooler when someone catches it. I don't even care who, just someone. It works. They do. Is that guy supposed to be on my team? I can't tell anymore.

  Stupid. This isn't real football, it's just stupid.

  We're done. It's over. Walking. Yup.

  You might be asking how someone drinks water from a water bottle in a flashy way. And if you're asking that, you need to stop and calm down a little because it's about to happen, so just sit there and see for yourself.

  We all go get our water. I drink mine, because I'm thirsty, and not the kind of thirsty that these guys are. Yeah, the cheerleaders are cute, but I don't need or want any of that pussy right now. They don't do much for me. I'm a bad boy, but I've still got standards, you know?

  The rest of the guys get real into it, though. Drinking, but losing half the water, letting it splash down their faces, dripping past their throats, onto their bare chests. Dude, you're already sweaty from football, so I don't know what this is going to do.

  Whatever. It works. Fucking A, it works. It's like cheerleader bait or some shit. They flock to the muscled meat in front of them. Solo, in pairs, or sometimes three at a time, each heading towards the man of their dreams.

  Dreams. Ha! Yeah, right. You know how long dreams last? One night. Then you forget about them when you wake up in the morning. This is pretty much the same thing, but it'll be even shorter. We're all leaving this afternoon and going back home.

  Home.

  A bunch of cheerleaders flock towards me, even though I didn't put on a show for them. Five. More than the other guys. I briefly wonder if I could have them all at the same time. Greedy, much? What the fuck would I even do with five girls at once? I don't know, but I wouldn't mind finding out sometime. I've got two hands, a cock, and a mouth. I'm sure the last girl can think of something to do, too. It'll work.

  "Hey, Ethan."

  "Hey, Chelsea," I say.

  "Hey, Ethan."

  This goes on. And on. Five times. Fuck my life.

  Chelsea, Jaime, Robin, Maxi, and Bella. I'm not that much of a dick, alright? I do know what their names are. I've talked to them before. I'm on the football team and they're cheerleaders. Get off my case.

  Yes, fuck you, I slept with Bella. That's it. Just her. Alright, look, shut the fuck up, I made out with Chelsea and Robin at the same time, and maybe I fingered Jaime, and, yes, I let Maxi suck my cock, but that's it.

  Don't fucking judge me.

  "Look, this is real interesting," I say, even though they've been babbling on for five minutes and I don't remember a word of what they said. "I've got to go, though. Plane to catch."

  "Awww."

  "Awww."

  Five of those. Fuck my life. Seriously, just fuck it.

  "I'll see you next year, though. Good job uh... cheering?"

  They actually do a good job, so it's not like this is a stretch, but it sounds goofy as fuck. They act like it's the nicest compliment anyone's ever given them, though.

  "Thanks, Ethan!"

  You know the drill. Five
of those. Wow, seriously?

  "Talk to you ladies later," I say.

  I think that's it. Or I thought that was it, but when I start to walk away, I've got a following. Yeah, you guessed it, five.

  "Do you need help packing?" Chelsea asks.

  "Back in your room?" Maxi adds.

  "We don't mind." That's Robin.

  "If we help you pack fast..." Jaime.

  Bella's not even subtle. She mimes sucking my cock by poking her tongue in her cheek and moving her hand in front of her mouth when she thinks no one else is looking. The other girls giggle when they see her.

  I don't even fucking know what is going on anymore. Is this real life? Fuck.

  "I'm done packing," I lie. "Have to leave now, actually. Seriously, my plane's leaving in an hour. I'm going to be late." Another lie, I've got four hours and the plane isn't going to leave without me.

  Did I mention my dad's rich? Private company jet. You have no idea how good that shit is. Seriously, it's good.

  They all make a sad little pouty face, but I just laugh and keep on walking. I notice some of the other guys nearby staring at me like I'm insane.

  Hey, fuck you, I'm not insane. I'm Ethan Colton, cocky asshole, arrogant prick, and bad boy extraordinaire. I could fuck every girl here if I wanted to, but it's getting kind of old. I need a change of pace.

  *** Ashley

  I'm home. I'm here. It's exactly like I remembered it, which is to say it still doesn't feel like home to me.

  My mom remarried when I was fifteen, and my stepfather is... well, let's just say he has a lot of money. Colton Enterprises ring a bell? He's basically a billionaire. I like him, but I'm still adjusting, I guess. I try to think of him as a father, and I try to think of this place as my home, but it's still hard.

  It doesn't help that overnight I went from being an only child to having a brother, either. It especially doesn't help that my brother is Ethan Colton.

  He's a troublemaker. He's always been a troublemaker. I've known him since the second grade, and I don't know if he's changed at all since then. He used to flip up girl's skirts when we were in elementary school, and to be honest he's basically done the same thing ever since. For a different reason now, but it's still all the same to me.