Stepbrother With Benefits 3 Page 2

  "Just let me know if you need anything else, alright?" she says, smiling.

  Ethan nods. "Yeah, sure thing."

  I grab one of the empty plates for the fries and unwrap my fork and knife, but I... no, I can't. I can't say that. Can I? Um... well, I can, so...

  I just blurt it out. "Can I have a bite of your sub?" I ask.

  He gives me a funny look. The sub is already cut in half, so he just takes half of it, reaches across the table, and puts it in my empty plate. I stare at him, dumbfounded, not sure what's going on.

  "Yeah," he says, as if he didn't already answer me with his actions. "You can."

  "An entire half?" I ask.

  "What's with the questions?" he asks.

  "I don't know. It's just weird. You're being weird."

  He bites into his sandwich, chews, and swallows, then he looks at me. It's sort of a cross between a stare and a glare, but then a gaze, and... I don't know. It's very intense and hard to look away from.

  "Listen, alright, because I'm only going to say this once, and I don't want you getting any ideas from it," he says. "You listening?"

  I nod, quiet.

  "I made you those fucking pancakes because I know you like pancakes. Yeah, do you have a problem with that? I did it on purpose. I asked you if you wanted to stay in and get drunk last night, because I thought it'd help you feel better and I knew you'd never come up with the idea on your own, because you're too much of a fucking Goodie Two-Shoes Little Miss Perfect Princess. You need to just fucking relax and calm the fuck down sometimes. I've seen you stress out over the stupidest shit, Ashley."

  I open my mouth to say something, to protest, but he stops me.

  "Also, I ordered this on purpose, too. You know when we order out sometimes? And we're all looking at the menu? You, me, your mom, my dad? Yeah, you think no one noticed. You always order a fucking salad, but I see you drooling over the steak and cheese subs, so yeah, I ordered this because I knew you'd want half, and you'd never get it on your own. I got the pickles, the mayo, and the hot peppers because I like them, though. So there you go. Rule number fucking seven."

  I blush and look away from him and... did he really? For all of that? I don't understand, though. I don't know how he knows some of these things, or... no, it makes sense. The first two make sense, at least. Not the steak and cheese bomb. That one confuses me. Has he been...?

  No. Unlikely. I must have been really obvious, and now that I think back on it, I probably sounded more than a little depressed when saying that I'd just have a salad. Ethan's dad would always ask me if I was sure, too, so that makes sense. It fits with what I know.

  I wasn't sure, though. Not then, and not now. I wouldn't say I'm ugly or anything, but I've always been conscious of my weight, because I feel like I don't have a lot to offer, you know? Besides being intelligent, which, um... I don't think that's a high priority for most guys, but... I just wanted to try and look nice. Look better. Not that it worked. I was too scared to wear clothes that fit me better, to show off my figure a little so boys in school might be attracted to me more.

  No one even asked me out until I went to college, and to be completely honest I'm not even sure why they did then. I don't stand out, except for my grades. Maybe that was it. Maybe they just wanted to use me as a study buddy, with making out and maybe sex on the side. It wouldn't surprise me, because I feel like that's basically exactly what happened.

  Until now. Sort of. I don't know. What are we doing? What's going on between us? Ethan and I...

  "What's with the root beer float?" he asks, nodding at it. "Two straws, what the fuck?"

  "Oh, um..." Rule number seven, right? No lying to each other. "Do you remember in high school when some boys would ask girls on dates and they'd come here but it was public so no one could make out and um... they'd get root beer floats with two straws, since if they were both drinking at the same time it was kind of like kissing?"

  Ethan snatched up one of the gravy and cheese covered french fries when I started explaining, and he was chewing and swallowing halfway through, but as soon as I finish with the kissing part, he starts choking on the fry.

  Oh my God, he's dying. Oh my God, I've killed him, haven't I? Why did I say that? Well, why did I do it? Because I knew what I was doing when I ordered the float, so...

  But, no, Ethan grabs his glass of water and chugs fast, swallowing down the fry with the water. He stops choking, and now he's just glaring at me. Hard.

  I just now realize that my foot is still pressed against his cock, and he's harder than ever.

  "I think you've got the wrong fucking idea about what we're doing here, Princess," he says.

  "Oh?" I ask, feigning innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about, Ethan."

  "I'm just saying," he says. "When we get home, I'm going to set you straight."

  Is he? Hm... I wonder what that means?

  *** Ethan

  We finish with our food. It's good. I even give in to her stupid fucking girly idea about the root beer float. Kissing? What the fuck bullshit is that? It's kind of cute, though. It's definitely an Ashley thing. No idea how else to explain that one. She's so fucking sensitive and responsive, it's ridiculous, but then she does and says shit like that and it's like she wasn't just cumming around my cock, she wasn't just thrashing on the pool table while I was balls deep inside her, she wasn't just trembling from excitement when I ate her out for the very first time ever.

  This girl is fucking everything any guy could ever want and I don't know why none of them can see it. None of them have ever been able to see it. It's just so fucking strange and insane to me. It's goddamn weird.

  We leave the restaurant and, for fun, I open the door for her again. She sashays that beautiful fucking derriere at me, too. Is she doing that shit on purpose? I follow behind her while she heads to our car. Scoping the parking lot out, making sure no one's watching, I sneak up close and then smack her ripe little ass. She squeaks—some fucking delicious, beautiful sound—then spins around and slaps me hard.

  Holy fuck, Princess has spunk. I love it. I touch my cheek where she smacked me; it stings red hot.

  She stares at me, lips parted, then she gasps. "Oh my God, Ethan, I'm so sorry, I... you startled me, that's all. I didn't mean to, I swear. Are you alright?"

  "Kiss it," I tell her, offering her my cheek. "Go on, kiss it better, Princess. Show me how sorry you are."

  She fidgets and squirms. It's asking a lot. I wouldn't blame her if she doesn't do it. I don't actually think she'll do it, but just for fun I add something else.

  "I dare you," I say.

  There it is. Determination in her eyes. And something else, too. Fuck, she's gorgeous. It's her eyes. They're as emotional as her body is responsive. They say so much, if only you take the time to listen.

  She peeks around the parking lot quick, then she slips in close and kisses my cheek. I think that's it, and she pulls away after, but then she grabs my cheeks in her palms and stands up on tiptoes and she kisses me.

  I grab her. It's instinctive, but only for a second, and then I realize what I'm doing, but I don't give a fuck. I hold her hips and pull her close and I kiss her back. My tongue finds hers and we dance, holding each other, kissing with passion and lust.

  Yeah, I've had a hard-on this entire time. Full throbbing erection. I can't help it. This girl does shit to me that you wouldn't even understand.

  Someone whistles at us, a cat call. Ashley stops kissing me and blushes, flustered, then tries to pull away, but I keep my hands on her hips, holding her close. I slip in once more, giving her a final, soft kiss, then I let her go. We both turn to look at who we just gave a show to, and it's just some random fuck. I don't know who. No one important. I don't recognize him, and he sure as fuck doesn't recognize us.

  Which is good, because if he did, he'd realize I was just making out with my stepsister. And, yeah, probably not the best thing for someone to know about. I'd really rather they didn't.

  It
's supposed to be a guilt-free temporary thing, anyways.

  We head back to the car again. She gets in her side on her own this time, and I get into the driver's seat. Doors close, we're sitting there. I put the key in the ignition, turn on the car, but just let it idle for a bit. I want to go back home, I want to lift her up over my shoulder, drag her upstairs, and fuck the shit out of her. Maybe we won't even get upstairs. I don't know.

  It's just too much, though. You ever want to fuck someone so bad that when the time finally comes, it seems too good to be true? And you just don't want to ruin it, so maybe you'll wait a little longer? What's the rush, right?

  This is kind of like that. Kind of. I just want to savor the fuck out of it, that's all. I don't expect you to understand, but just try, alright?

  "Hey, um..." Ashley says. She's got her phone, must have pulled it out of her pocket when she got in. "Do you want to...?"

  "What?" I ask. "Tell me, Princess."

  She blushes and mumbles and taps on her phone, swiping through menus. "Hold on, um... don't start driving yet, alright?"

  "Yeah," I say, grinning. "I'll wait."

  She's so fucking adorable it hurts. Sexy as fuck, cute as a button, I want to fuck her hard and then squeeze her tight and hug her for days. Yeah, it doesn't even make sense to me. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.

  "The drive-in just started playing again this year," she says. "They opened last week. It's a double feature like always, and um..."

  "Starts at sunset," I say. Everyone knows this. It's an old school kind of place. Not many left, but it's nice. Updated to try and make it more appealing, but I like the classic charm of it, too.

  This is going to sound fucked up, but my favorite time to go to the drive-in was when it was slightly rainy out. Not a full on rain, because then they canceled the show for the night, but if it was just a little drizzle they risked it, and, fuck, that was the best. Real great ambiance, with the sound playing through your car radio, and the gentle pitter-patter of rain on the roof of your car, and maybe you'd turn the wipers on now and again to wipe away the rain, while the movie played on the big screen up above.

  It's just nice, that's all.

  "If you want to go, we um... we can?" Ashley asks.

  "Listen, Princess, it sounds like you're trying to drag me out on dates or some shit," I say. Because, yeah, that's what it sounds like.

  "I'm not," she says. That's it. That's all. No explanation

  "Good, because that's not how this works," I say.

  "How does it work, Ethan?" she asks.

  What the fuck? Shouldn't it be obvious? Except, maybe not. I realize we haven't really talked about it, so maybe we should.

  "I'm your stepbrother with benefits for the week," I tell her. "We're not dating or anything."

  "I know," she says. "But does that mean we can't go on dates?"

  "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what it means."

  "Why?" she asks.

  "What the fuck? What do you mean why?"

  "I don't know," she says, but there's more to it. She knows. I know she knows.

  "Just tell me," I say.

  "You said this was supposed to be fun," she says. "Rule number six," she adds, mumbling.

  "I meant with sex," I say. "Like if you want to try out different positions or whatever. Anal sex? I don't fucking know."

  "Anal sex?" she asks, eyes wide. "Oh, um..."

  "You want to?" I ask.

  "I... I don't know?" she says. "I've never thought about it before."

  "It's up to you. It's not for everyone. No big deal if you'd rather not."

  "Maybe?" she says.

  I laugh. "Yeah, sure. Maybe."

  "Alright," she says, and the way she says it, the way she smiles when she says it. Fuck, she's so perfect. This is fucking me up bad.

  "I don't want it to just be sex fun, though," she says. "I want to have actual fun, too."

  "At the drive-in movie theatre?" I ask. "Princess, that sounds a lot like a date, except it sounds like I won't even be able to make out with you or feel you up because we'll be in public. Shitty fucking date, don't you think?"

  "We can hold hands?" she offers. " We can sit in the back seat and cuddle and hold hands."

  "Do you realize what you're saying right now?"

  "Um, yes?"

  "You're fucking cracked."

  "Well, maybe, but I'd still like to go to the drive-in. It's nice, and they're playing good movies."

  "It's two romantic comedy flicks, isn't it? Hit me with the news, Princess. I can take it. It's definitely two romantic comedies."

  She hesitates. "No..."

  "No? I don't believe you." I go to grab her phone to check for myself, but she slaps my hand away.

  "It's one! It's one romantic comedy! The other one is just a regular romance. I don't think it's a funny one. It doesn't sound funny, at least."

  Holy fuck. Are you kidding me? Is she for real? "So you want me to go watch a romantic comedy and some romance movie that isn't even funny? With you? When we could go home and fuck for hours instead? Because, really, I'm ready, Princess. You just say the word and I'll be in that pussy a second later."

  "I would like to go to the drive-in," she says. "Please."

  "I'd like to fuck you until you can't walk," I say. I don't say please, though. Who the fuck do you think I am?

  Also, guess who wins? Just guess? Where do we go? Home or to the drive-in? I think the answer is pretty obvious. It should be.

  *** Ashley

  Yay! We're at the drive-in!

  I haven't been here in forever. I remember the first time I came here with my mom when I was younger. They were playing some animated movies. I forget which, but I liked them a lot. I wasn't that young, but I think about ten years old or so? We got popcorn and before the movie started I was just walking around. They have a kid's playground for younger children if they get bored sitting and watching the movie, which is neat. I walked past that, past some of the slides, past a booth with a man selling cotton candy.

  On my way back to the car, I saw um... there were people kissing. Ew! Really kissing, too. In their cars, with the windows steaming up, and... ick.

  I remember going back to the car and telling my mom and asking her why they were doing that and she just laughed at me and said I'd understand some day.

  I did understand. Some day. I always kind of hoped someone in high school would ask me to the drive-in. For a date. Because...

  They always played double features. Always. That was at least three hours, and sometimes four hours of movie play time. And um... other play time...

  I did go to the drive-in sometimes, but it was with friends. We ate popcorn and actually watched the movies, and sometimes out of the corner of my eye I saw people kissing, but I tried not to notice, tried not to be jealous.

  I tried. I don't think I succeeded, at least as far as wanting it to be me sometime.

  Ethan laughs at my excited clap after we pay for our car to park and pull into a spot. It's mostly empty right now, but there's still a little time before the sun sets, so I'm sure it'll fill up more.

  "They have cotton candy," I say.

  "You want some cotton candy?" he asks.

  "I didn't say that," I say in protest. "I'm just saying they have cotton candy."

  "Let's go get some," he says.

  "Alright!" I say, perhaps a little too excited. I did want cotton candy, but I didn't want to tell him that.

  Ethan laughs at me again, then opens the door and jumps out of the car. I get out on my own this time, not waiting for him to come around and help me out. He doesn't actually move to do that, but I bet if I just sat in the car and waited, he would.

  Ethan is strange. He's nice and an asshole at the same time. A nice asshole? Makes no sense. It's confusing.

  We walk down the dirt path to the food stalls, side by side. I have a weird sudden urge to reach out and grab his hand, and...

  Wait, maybe...

  I
do. I grab his hand and hold it in mine, but I swing it back and forth in a wide, sweeping arc, so it's not like we're holding hands, not for real, it's just us being silly and weird. I think something like this is fine for um... for us to do. Stepbrother and stepsister?

  Ethan doesn't say anything about it, at least. He lets me do it. He squeezes my hand tight in his, too. No one else can see that, but I can feel it. I swing our arms like that once, twice, three times, back and forth, then I let go, slipping away from him.

  That's it. That was fun. That's all it was. If anyone saw us, they wouldn't think too much of it. We're just fooling around. We're just...

  Well, we're at the drive-in heading to get some cotton candy, that's what we're doing.

  We reach the stall and Ethan gets two, one for me and one for him. His is blue and mine is pink, except they both taste the same. I pull off a puff of mine and offer it to him. He opens his mouth to accept, and I slip it onto his tongue. It's pink and looks nothing like how I imagine Ethan looking, but then he closes his mouth and swirls his tongue around, melting the sugary cotton, and the moment is lost. Gone.

  I'll remember it, though. Ethan Colton with pink cotton candy. I laugh.

  "You're real fucking cuddly and clingy, huh?" he asks.

  "What's that supposed to mean?" I say. "Are you mad at me?"

  "No," he says. "Just pointing out the obvious."

  "I'm not always like this," I say. "I don't think I am."

  "Nah, probably not," he says.

  And, no, I'm not, I realize. I've never been like this with anyone else before. Sort of. I guess I have with my mom, though that wasn't the same, and only when I was younger. I just...

  I don't know, I feel comfortable? I feel safe around Ethan, though if you asked me why, I couldn't explain it.

  "It's nice," he says. "Never change, Princess."

  We walk back to the car quietly after that. I start to open the front passenger door, but Ethan jerks his head to the back. "Backseat?" he asks.