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It's weird, because I've always heard him say these things in a mean way. I always thought he was rude and arrogant, but the way he says it now, it sounds... almost fun. Playful? Still a little arrogant, but in a sexy sort of way. Well, two can play at that game.

  I toss my hair back over my shoulder and roll my eyes at him, nonchalant. He stares down at me, smirking.

  "Take your time, beautiful. There's no rush. Just get used to—"

  Before he can finish, I'm on him. Left thumb, squeeze, yes, I do that. I use my other hand to grab the base of his cock, and then I open my mouth wide, kiss his crown, and push my way down. I can feel him, feel him on my tongue and in my mouth. He's wet from having rinsed off his cock after shaving, which probably helps a lot, but I can't think about that right now.

  I go. I just keep going. I feel him pressing against the back of my throat as far as I can go, as far as I would usually go before gagging; though I've never done this with a cock, but I know from um... just having brushed my teeth? It's kind of like the same thing, right?

  No, not really. His finger trick really does work, too. I keep going, or I try to.

  "Holy fucking shit," Ethan says. "That's a beautiful fucking sight, Princess."

  I swirl my tongue around the underside of his shaft, then I pull back. "Was that good?" I ask.

  "Yeah," he says. "Fuck. You want to try something?"

  "What?"

  "Here's how this works, alright? If it's too much, slap the back of my thigh. Any thigh, any amount of slapping. As hard as you want. Really get my attention with it."

  "What?"

  "You're going to do that again, and once you're as far as you can go, I'm going to help you out a little. Understand?" He smiles, soft, and he actually looks really nice right now; not just sexy and handsome, but like he's not an asshole.

  I'm not sure if it's because I'm about to put his cock back in my mouth or what, but apparently Ethan can be nice when he wants to be.

  "I'll try it," I say. I like this. It's fun and interesting in its own way. I like the feel of him in my mouth, too. It's a new experience, and it's definitely one I'd like to experience again in the future.

  "When you get as far as you can, I'm going to keep pulling you more," he says. "I'll go slow, but let's see how much of my cock you can take. If it hurts or if you can't breathe, you just slap my thigh, alright? Don't forget."

  I nod, listening, ready. I can do this. I wonder how it will feel?

  I go. I begin. I start out much like I did before, but without my hand on the base of his cock this time. Instead, I grab the backs of his thighs, almost like I'm pulling myself forward. When the head of his cock gets close to my gag reflex, I do Ethan's thumb trick, and go even further. There. That's it. I...

  He wraps his fingers in my hair, grabbing fistfuls. His fingertips press against the back of my head, squeezing slightly, and then, ever so slowly, he begins to pull me further onto him. I can... oh God, I can feel it! I can feel him in me, in my throat. I tilt my head slightly, just so. Yes, that's how um... wow.

  I swallow, because it feels like I have to swallow something, and Ethan's cock twitches and vibrates in my mouth.

  "Yeah, that's it," he says. "Fuck, that feels so goddamn good. You want to keep going? Tap the back of my leg lightly if you do. Let me know, Princess."

  Do I? Yesss... I tap his leg lightly, just a little, then I grab again.

  He pulls me, pulls me more. How much of him can I take? My eyes start to water and a slip of drool slides down my lips, my chin, mixing with the water from the shower. We're in the back of the shower stall, with Ethan blocking the brunt of the water, but I can still feel it splashing on my hands and pooling slightly near my knees and feet.

  "Shit," he says. "Holy fucking shit. You've almost got it. Just a little more and you'll have my entire cock in your mouth. Remember, Princess, just slap me hard if you want to stop."

  No, I don't want to. I want to do this. It's weird, but I like the way he says this. Like I'm good, like he's praising me. I guess I'm still a good girl in some ways, even if what we're doing is incredibly wrong and naughty. I want this. I want to be Ethan's good girl.

  In some ways I need it because we only have a week.

  I don't realize it when I'm lightheaded, but Ethan must. He pulls me back, sliding me away. I cough and choke at first, but he lifts me up and off the shower floor. He pulls me close to him, embracing me, cradling me in his arms. Kissing me. Oh my God, he's kissing me again.

  I catch my breath, and even though I know my eyes are red and I must look strange, it doesn't matter to him. He kisses me, pulling me close to him. I give in to him, too. My hands cup his cheeks and I kiss him back. I feel his erection between us, bouncing and slapping at my stomach. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke slightly.

  "I don't even know what you do to me," he says, almost whispering. "You're like a fucking drug, Ashley. I can't get enough of you."

  I smile and stroke him a little more, but he breaks away from our kiss.

  "Fuck this," he says. "We're done. Shower's over."

  Without a second's hesitation, he turns off the shower. The water slows to a stop, leaving us naked and wet. Towels? Ethan grabs one, flings it over his shoulder, then he grabs me.

  I shriek and laugh as he lifts me up, handling my ass, pulling me to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, painfully aware of how easy it would be for him to just slide me a little bit lower, how quickly he could pull me onto his throbbing cock. Ethan carries me towards the sliding shower door, pulls it open, then lifts me up even higher and brings me to the door to his bedroom.

  I open it for him, peeking over my shoulder to grab the doorhandle.

  His bed. He's bringing me to his bed. Lightly, he places me back on the floor at the side of his bed, then he flips the towel he brought, making a space for us both. I think that's what he's doing, at least. I'm really not sure until...

  He grabs me again. Lifts me up. This time he does it. He slides me down, fitting me perfectly onto his cock. He fills me halfway, then he falls onto the bed with me beneath him. My back crashes against his mattress, the box spring squeaking beneath us, and then Ethan slams the rest of the way inside of me, filling me completely.

  Like that. Oh, yes, just like that. He pulls out and thrusts back in. Hard. Fast. I can feel it, feel everything. Oh God, he's right. This is amazing. So sensitive and soft and slick, my bare body sliding against his.

  He sucks on my neck, teeth biting lightly at my flesh, grunting hard as he slams his cock deep inside of me.

  There's... wait... I need to remember this. I remember just in time, and while I don't even want to do this, I do it. I slap and push at him, trying to get him to stop, to pay attention, to...

  "Ethan," I say. "Ethan, stop for a second. You need to stop. We need to use a condom. I saw them. You have them in the drawer in your bedside table."

  "Rule number fucking eight," he says, growling into my ear. "No condoms, Ashley. Not this week. You're on birth control, and we both know it, so I want to take full advantage of that. This pussy is mine."

  "Ethan! I'm being serious! You..."

  I feel bad thinking this. Because I love what's going on. I love his cock inside me. I even loved how it felt last night when he filled me, and I really do want to know how it feels again when we're both more level headed, but...

  He has a lot more experience than me, and I know I've always used condoms, and...

  He stops, sort of. He's still inside me, but he's not thrusting. He kisses me lightly on the lips, then the tip of my nose.

  "I know what you think of me," he says. "I don't blame you. Everyone probably thinks it. My dad does, too. He makes me get tested every month, no matter what. I have to or he'll cut off my trust fund money. It's part of our agreement. I'm clean, Ashley. I swear. I wouldn't do that to you. I know this might come as a shock, but I haven't had sex since I last got tested months ago, either. Too busy focusing on football and keeping up my grades." />
  "Really?" I ask. "You've been studying?"

  I smile, and he laughs, which makes me laugh, too.

  "Yeah, crazy, huh?"

  "Ethan Colton, studying..." I say, like this is some insane, awe-inspiring fact. It is a little insane, though maybe not awe-inspiring. "Are you doing well at college?"

  "Yeah," he says. "Probably not as good as you. Mostly high Cs, but I got a B+ in World Mythology."

  "World Mythology? You're taking that as a class? I don't know if I believe it."

  "I know all there is to know about fertility goddesses," he says. "Trust me."

  I laugh. He smiles down at me. I close my eyes for a second, and when I open them he gives me a light kiss.

  "Everyone knows you're a bad boy, Ethan," I say. "Can I really trust you?"

  "I want you to trust me," he says. "No lying, remember? That's one of the rules."

  "Rule number seven," I say, nodding.

  "Shit, you even remembered the number," he says with a smirk.

  "Mhm," I hum. "And rule number eight... no condoms..."

  That's it. That's all he needs. I trust him. I didn't know about his father, or the testing, or the trust fund money. It's interesting and gives me a different perspective, a different view into the life of Ethan Colton.

  My stepbrother. Who is currently slamming his cock hard into me, deep inside of me, my greedy and rebellious body giving in to his lusty demands. I'm the good girl, right? I want to be good for him.

  He's.... he's mine—I mean, he's my stepbrother, that is. He's Ethan. We're... friends? With benefits. It's confusing. Complicated. I don't fully understand it, myself, but I like this. I like what's going on. I want it to happen.

  No one's ever made me feel like this before, and I love it so much. I love...

  I shake my head of that thought as quickly as it started. No, it's not like that. Or, not the same. This is entirely different. I'm just being stupid now, but I don't have time for stupid.

  Ethan pulls back, sitting up. He grabs my hips in both of his hands and holds me tight, then thrusts as hard and as fast as he can into me. Our bodies slap together, loud. If anyone else was in the house, I'm sure they could hear us, except they aren't; it's just us. I feel his balls clapping against my ass. It's a weird sensation at first, but I like it.

  He presses the palm of one of his hands against my stomach, then teases his thumb down, stroking lightly near my clit. A little more, closer, until I can feel it so much that I start to squirm and writhe on the bed.

  "Yeah, fuck," he says. "Just like that. Cum on my cock, Princess. I want to feel it."

  What can I say? I'm a good girl. Rule number two: when Ethan tells me to cum, I cum. That's how this works, right?

  I've never felt like this before. Never felt so... so alive, so aroused, so full, so... so many things.

  It doesn't take long. No one's ever cared about my pleasure during sex. Not that I've had a lot of partners to begin with, but still. It's oddly fascinating how much more pleasurable this is with a little extra care. Just a thumb? Light, even circles, pressing just the right buttons on my body, and...

  My climax overtakes me and I squeeze and clench, my entire body, inside and out. Ethan's cock forces its way inside of me even while my body seems desperate to squeeze him out. He shoves in hard, and I can feel him twitching, feel myself clenching, feel him...

  While my orgasm drives a million streaks of pleasure through my sinfully slick body, Ethan cums inside of me. I can feel it, feel his warmth and his seed. He's deep, very deep. It feels nice. Very nice.

  This is how it's supposed to feel, I think. This is what I've been missing. This is what...

  Ethan crashes down onto me, squishing me. I giggle, because he makes a show of being exhausted. Why do I get the feeling that Ethan Colton is anything but exhausted? He pants and breathes hard into my neck, then kisses me lightly.

  "Holy fuck," he says. "You're amazing."

  "Am I?" I ask, smiling and tilting my head so I can kiss him. "You're amazing, too. That was amazing."

  He squeezes me tight in his arms, hugging me. I'm not sure if we're going to stay like that or get up, but I like this. It's... it's close. Like cuddling, but with his cock still inside of me after we've just had sex. I can still feel him twitch and throb. I do a few practice squeezes. Like um... like Kegels? I squeeze his cock with my inner walls, my muscles, and I feel him twitch and throb in response.

  "Cut that shit out," he says. "We'll never get out of bed if you keep it up."

  I do it again, smiling wide at him.

  "Oh, we've got a fucking sex freak here, do we? You deepthroat my cock on the first try and then fuck like a goddamn Sex Queen and now you think you can try and get a rise out of me? Nah, I don't think so, Ashley."

  He pulls out of me and stands up suddenly. I try to grab him, to pull him back, but he refuses. His cock is... wow... he's still quite erect. A little soft, but much harder than I would have expected. Granted, my experience is basically um... a few men who were done in a minute or so, who were soft and with their pants back on in half that time, so...

  Ethan doesn't bother with pants. He casually walks into the bathroom, buck naked, cock swinging side to side, and grabs a washcloth from the sink countertop. He turns on the hot water, soaks the cloth, then comes back to me. Gentle and sweet, oddly caring, he slides the cloth from the bottom of my stomach, down my sex, towards my ass, cleaning me.

  I wriggle beneath him, caught up in the sensation. Yes, it's cleaning, but... he's rubbing a warm, wet cloth across my clit and my labia and... it feels nice. I like it.

  "What are you doing?" I ask.

  "Mine," he says. "This is my pussy for the week, and I'm doing proper maintenance on it."

  "I'm not a car, Ethan," I say, laughing.

  "Nah, I know," he says. "I'm still gonna ride the fuck out of you, though, Princess."

  God! He's so... so horrible, and yet so amazing, too. The things he says are so wrong, but for some reason I love them. I like being the center of his attention. I really do. I like it a lot.

  I think I could get used to this, and I'd love to try, but then the doorbell rings. A second later someone pushes the buzzer.

  Ethan looks at me funny. "You expecting someone?"

  I give him a look that's much the same. "Um...?"

  He shrugs. The buzzer is part of the intercom system, and we each have one in all of our rooms. We can turn it on or off to talk to someone from another room or someone at the front gates. Ethan leaves me naked and wet, laying on his bed, and goes to the intercom near his door, then presses the call button.

  "Hey," he says. "Who is it?"

  "Um... is Ashley home?" someone asks. "It's me. Julia. She texted me last night and said to come over so we could hang out."

  Oh, shit. I almost forgot. Panic flashes through my eyes and I sit up straight, suddenly fully realizing that um...

  I'm naked in my brother's bed. We just had sex. Stepbrother, I remind myself.

  Yes, well, that's not all that much better and I certainly can't tell Julia about this...

  "She's getting dressed or some shit," Ethan says into the intercom. "I'll go tell her you're here. I'll be right down to let you in."

  "Um... thanks?" Julia says, nervous, practically squeaking.

  Yes, she knows Ethan, too. We all went to school together. She knows exactly how he is, and how frightening he can be. He's definitely made a reputation for himself.

  Ethan turns to me and grins. "We're done for now, Princess. Apparently you've got a visitor."

  Done? Because if Julia hadn't shown up we... wouldn't have been done? A quick glance towards Ethan's crotch seems to agree with this.

  He's hard. Harder than hard. He definitely does not look like he's just had sex. With me. He came inside me. Then cleaned me. His pussy, he said. I'm his.

  For a week. My stepbrother with benefits.

  Oh God, what did I agree to? This is a dangerous game to play...

  ***
Ethan

  While Ashley goes to clean up and put some clothes on, apparently it's my job to play host to her friend, Julia. Well, fuck.

  I kind of wish she hadn't done that. Because, going to be honest here, I'm nowhere near done with Ashley yet. Not even close. I've got a week to get this shit out of my system, and I plan to take full advantage of that.

  Is that what this is then? Getting it out of my system?

  Nah.

  Alright, maybe a little bit. Who the fuck knows?

  It's supposed to be for her, too, to show Ashley what's up, to give her some experience and teach her what a guy who's actually into her can be like. Which I am. Fuck, I'm into her alright. Holy shit this girl is my stepsister. I don't know what I'm thinking right now. This is messed up. Yeah, alright, but who cares?

  Not me. Not exactly. Her pussy is fine as hell and I plan to take full advantage of my week with her. It's just...

  This whole thing is more complicated than I first thought. To be fair, I didn't even think about it much, though. Friends with benefits? Yeah, that works great when you can stop, when once it's all done you can just go your separate ways and never bother with the person again.

  Ashley lives in the same house as me. We're stuck here together for the rest of the summer. Once her mom and my dad come back from vacation, how's that going to work? Future planning isn't exactly my strong suit if you couldn't tell.

  I'll just leave. Go on vacation like Ashley thought I would. She can have the house to herself for the rest of the summer, or as much to herself as she can with our parents hanging around, too. Not that they really count for this, since I'm the one fucking her and that's the reason it's going to be awkward.

  Maybe. Who knows? I'll play it by ear, see how it goes. Maybe it'll be fine. Not that I give a shit, because I don't. Ashley's the one I'm worried about.

  Worried? What the fuck bullshit is this? I don't even know.

  Anyways, I have stuff to do. Get the fuck out of my head.

  I head downstairs and go to the front door, then walk towards the front gate. Going to invite the girl in all personal-like, be a good host, whatever. Yeah, I could just hit a buzzer and open the gate for her, but I need some time to think and a short walk sounds good.