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  I reach for a pillow. Another pillow. I grab it. I shove it under my face and scream as loud as I can into it. It's kind of fun and cathartic in a weird way. I can hear myself, but I hope no one else can.

  I didn't know I was this worked up. Before being with Ethan, I didn't know I could even be this worked up. I'd only had orgasms with myself, never with someone else, and the sex I had was um... not very exciting. It felt nice, and I thought that's what sex was. It was just something nice.

  No. Apparently not. Sex with Ethan is raw and primal and hard. It isn't nice, it's reality-shattering. With each of his thrusts, I can feel my entire world falling to pieces all around me. There's so much sensation existing inside me, there's so many wonderful feelings to experience, and I never even knew any of this existed before.

  I cum. I was more than ready to, and I do. Usually it takes me a little longer when we're further into having sex, but not now. Ethan keeps teasing and toying with my clit while he thrusts hard into me, but I can tell it's a little more difficult for him with me squeezing and clutching against him.

  "Fuck, did you just cum?" he asks. He sounds cocky and overly arrogant, but I guess he has a reason for it right now.

  I shift my mouth away from the pillow, turning my head to the side. "Shut up and keep going," I say.

  He laughs, but quietly, a little bit. "I wasn't planning on stopping," he says. "Not yet."

  Something comes over me. This is too insane. I don't know why I'm doing this, or what we're even doing. This is not something that girls like me do. Ethan's corrupted me, hasn't he? Except I kind of like being corrupted. I guess a corrupted person would say that, wouldn't they?

  It's just...

  One orgasm leads into the next. I'm not sure the first ever stopped. I didn't know I could have multiple orgasms before now, but here I am, having them. It's another new experience, and it's absolutely amazing. My body shivers and thrives on its newfound sexual energy.

  To make up for my clenching resistance, Ethan shifts up, right above me now. He pushes his hand on the small of my back, holding me down, then slams hard into me. My body resists him because of my climax, but at this vantage point it doesn't matter. He is filling me whether the inner depths of my pussy want him to or not.

  I don't care what they want. I want him to fill me.

  My body cools. Not completely, but my last orgasm trembles away to a more steady, even moment of passion. I think it does, at least. My arousal flares up again when Ethan spanks my ass hard and sends a smacking echo through my room. I clench my eyes shut and moan into the pillow again, trying to stifle the noise.

  He does it again. My body quivers beneath him. My ass shakes. He thrusts hard into me and smacks my butt and...

  Oh my God it's loud, isn't it? I turn to say something to him, but it just comes out in a garbled mess of partial nonsense words.

  "You want me to be quieter? Then cum again for me, Princess," he says. He must have understood me whether I thought I made sense or not.

  I didn't think I liked being spanked before this. I'm not even sure if I do like being spanked or not, or if it's more to do with the fact that all of this is wrong. Having sex with Ethan is wrong, doing it in my bed when our parents are downstairs is wrong, and now him spanking me makes it even more wrong, and...

  I give in to him. Again. He's tiring, getting tired. How long have we been having sex? I glance over at the clock on my bedside table, and it hasn't even been that long. How is this possible? It's like time is standing still all around us while we condense these intense sexual sensations into a fraction of the amount of time they should take.

  We've discovered it. We've discovered the secret to time travel, haven't we?

  It all comes crashing back, though. Time speeds up again and my body convulses in another orgasm. I belatedly realized this isn't my third, it's my fourth. I don't know how that happened. I'm really not sure. I can't explain it.

  Ethan presses hard into me with one final thrust and grabs my hips with both of his hands, pulling himself as far into me as he can. His cock twitches and throbs. I know what's coming next, but my own body is betraying me in treacherous orgasm already. He cums, filling me as deeply as he can, while my inner walls grab and milk his cock, begging him for more.

  This is so... it's so perfect. How can something so wrong be so perfect at the same time?

  I don't know. I don't think I want to ever know. I just want to live in the moment, to be where I am right now, and not think about anything else.

  I want to stay here. Forever. I want to be with him...

  That's not a part of this. It won't work. I know we can't. I still kind of wish we could.

  Ethan slips out of me and slaps my butt one last time.

  "Let's go, Princess," he says. "Mom and Dad are waiting."

  Cool, cocky, and confident. He gets up off my bed like we didn't just fuck with wild, reckless abandon. It was wild. And reckless. It was amazing, too, though.

  "I can't believe we did that," I say, in awe and disbelief.

  "You know you loved it," he says. Bending down, he grabs his pants off my bedroom floor.

  I lay on the bed, feeling the remnants of him inside me. I like it. It feels right for some reason. I watch him pulling his pants on. They hang loose on his hips even after he's zipped and buttoned them. I like the way his abs tense when he moves, even small movements, and I like how there's a little muscular V near his hips, like there's an arrow pointing the way to his sexual treasure.

  A sign to lead me, or one to warn me away from danger. I still haven't figured out which it is yet. I'm still half naked long after he finishes putting his clothes on and fixing himself up to look mostly regular again. He gives me a look. It's a strange look. I don't know what it means at first, but then...

  He's on me. Above me. Two of his fingers thrust deep inside me, claiming my sex as his. I gasp and arch my back, eyes rolling into my head.

  "Ethan!" I gasp.

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

  I whimper and moan, but he ignores me.

  "Tell me. Now. How many?"

  "Four," I whisper.

  "Louder."

  "Mom and Dad will... they'll hear us, Ethan," I tell him. If they haven't heard us already, that is. "You need to stop."

  "You think I care?" he growls. "Tell me how many orgasms you had? Your pussy is mine, and I want to keep track."

  "Four," I say again. I realize immediately this is a lie, though. My body is betraying me again, and small tremors of ecstatic excitement shiver through me. There's something wrong with me, isn't there? I shouldn't get this excited, especially now. We really do need to stop.

  I admit it, though. Judging by the grin on his face, he already knows. "Five," I say, blushing.

  He thrusts his fingers into me harder now, sending me into thrashing spasms on the bed. I hold my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming out my lust. Finally he stops, and I stop, but we're not done yet.

  He brings his fingers to my mouth, the same ones that were just inside me. "Taste," he says.

  My God, this... this is wrong. All of this is wrong, though. I'm getting too attached to this. I'm becoming too wrapped up in it. I wish it wasn't happening. Not because I want it to stop. I wish Ethan wasn't my stepbrother. I wish we could...

  We can't.

  I open my mouth without thinking and lick and suck at his fingers like they're his cock. I glance towards his crotch while I taste everything he has to offer me, which is everything I had to offer him, and, yes, he's erect again. He's as aroused as me. Maybe I don't have to suck his fingers? Maybe I can... do we have enough time?

  He pulls his finger away and smirks at me. "Now put some damn pants on," he sa
ys. "Mom and Dad are waiting for us."

  No sooner than he says it, I hear something, though. I'm not sure how we didn't hear this before. Footsteps, coming down the hall. Closer. Right outside my door. Panicking, I glance towards the door, but it's locked. Ethan locked it before he came in.

  "Fuck," he says, hushed.

  Well yeah! Fuck is right!

  Someone knocks softly, and a second later I hear Ethan's dad. "Ashley, is everything alright? I thought I heard something."

  I freeze. Ethan glares at me, then nudges my shoulder a little. Oh, right! Um...

  "Tell him it's alright, Princess," he whispers. "You're up. This is your time to shine."

  The way he says it almost makes me laugh, but I stop myself because this really isn't funny! This is honestly more than a little scary. My heart races and I breathe in deep, then exhale, trying to calm myself down.

  "Yes, um... sorry. I was in the shower."

  "It's alright," my stepdad says. "I just wanted to let you know that dinner's ready."

  "Alright!" I say. Too excited. Calm down! He's going to suspect something. "I'll be down in a second. Sorry."

  "No rush. Me and your mom just finished up. Have you seen Ethan? Did he come to talk to you?"

  I glance over at Ethan. Have I seen him? Um, yes, he's standing here right now. Also, I still don't have pants on. I stand up, legs shaking, and go to get them.

  I start putting them on and say, "Um... yes, he did. He... well, I haven't seen him since then. I don't know where he is. He's not here now. Because I was just in the shower, of course. So he wouldn't be. That would just be weird."

  Ethan gives me the most deadpan look I've ever seen. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to. Are you serious, Princess? Are you seriously serious? Did you just say all of that? That's what he says to me with his eyes.

  I glare back at him and shake my head, eyes wide, lips curled, tongue sticking out. What was I supposed to say!

  "Alright," Ethan's dad says. "I hope you two are doing better. I know it's rough sometimes. I checked his room, but he isn't there. If you see him, could you tell him dinner's ready? Maybe he slipped outside. I'll go check."

  "Sure," I say. "I will."

  Ethan's dad starts to walk away. I hear him stop a few steps down the hall, though. I freeze. Again. Ethan freezes, too. Sort of. He doesn't look nearly as frozen as me.

  A couple of seconds later, his dad keeps going, heading to the stairs.

  "Apparently you're outside," I say, glancing towards the window. "Maybe you should jump out so your dad doesn't suspect anything?"

  "Did you seriously just tell me to go jump out a window?" he asks.

  "I don't know!"

  "You don't know if you told me to jump out a window? I can tell you for sure that you did," he says, grinning.

  "I was just saying," I say.

  "How are you going to explain going down to dinner without wet hair after you apparently just took a shower?" Ethan asks.

  "Oh no... wait, I just didn't wash my hair. That's it. Today isn't the day I wash my hair. It'll work. It makes sense."

  "Or you could take a shower," he says.

  "I don't have time to take a shower, Ethan! Dinner's ready. Didn't you hear your dad?"

  "Yeah, so you're going to go down like that, Princess?" he asks. "You realize I just filled you up. Came inside you. Your pussy is coated. For real. You sure you don't want to sneak in a quick shower?"

  "Why did you have to say that?" I ask. "Why did you have to remind me?"

  "Just go downstairs like that," he says, grinning. "No big deal. Eat dinner in front of your mom and my dad with my cum leaking out of you. What do I care?"

  "Gross. Ick."

  "How about this," he says. "Later, after dinner, when we're both going to bed, I'll take a shower with you. I'll clean you inside and out, Princess. What do you say?"

  He moves close to me, grabbing my chin in his hand, lifting it up so that my eyes meet his.

  "You're just trying to trick me," I tell him, rolling my eyes. "Once I'm clean, you're just going to make me dirty again, aren't you?"

  "You want me to? You want to be my dirty girl, Princess?"

  I don't answer. I don't answer because, yes, I kind of do? A little bit? Maybe a lot. I don't know how we're going to do this. It's not going to work. Someone's going to find out. Someone is going to catch us, and then what?

  It's only for a week, though. That's it. We can do it. I can do this! I think. I hope. I really want to.

  I like how Ethan makes me feel. It's not just my body, but it's everything. I like how we can laugh, even during sex. I thought sex was supposed to be serious before, but Ethan makes it fun. I like how we can cuddle after, even without sex. I like how I'm going to sleep in his room tonight. I don't know how that's going to work. I don't think I can explain that to my mom if she finds us in there together, cuddled under the blankets on his bed, but...

  I just want to do it anyways. I like how he's warm and rough and hard and soft and gentle and careful but he pushes my limits, too. I like how wrong this is, but how right it feels, and it hurt before. It hurt when he left me like that, it hurt when he said things like that at breakfast, but Ethan is a bad boy. I've heard him say a lot worse to other people.

  He's mine, though. He's my bad boy. For a week. We don't have a lot of time left. I want to savor it.

  It's all I'll ever have of him. I don't know what kind of relationship we'll have after that. I don't know if we'll have anything. I don't know if it's possible.

  I try to convince myself it will be fine having Ethan as a friend, as just my stepbrother.

  I try, but I'm not sure if I succeed.

  I put my panties and pants back on, then we listen at the door to make sure no one's there. Sneaking out together, we head to the stairs to go down and eat dinner with our parents. Before we do, he grabs me and pushes me up against a wall and kisses me. His hands roam up my sides towards my breasts, and he gropes and fondles me like that. One hand sneaks lower, to my crotch, feeling me up in the middle of the hallway.

  I don't care. I kiss him back. It's just for a second. Two, three, four. We're done. He pulls away from me, and only then do I fully realize what we just did.

  I open my mouth, gaping, and just stare at him.

  "Did you really just do that?" I ask.

  "See you downstairs, Princess," Ethan says, grinning. "Dinner's ready. Don't forget."

  *** Ethan

  Dinner was...

  a) interesting

  b) fucked up

  c) difficult because I had a hard-on the entire time

  d) all of the above

  I'll let you decide. I don't know what was going on there. The food was good, though. Ashley's mom is a good cook, and my dad's alright. He mostly just helps her with stuff. Cooking our own meals is kind of a recent occurrence in my house. We used to do it when I was really young, but then things happened and we stopped. My dad would always order out, or have someone come over and make the food for us, whatever. After he married Ashley's mom, things changed, though.

  I'm kind of glad. It's nice.

  Anyways, dinner was alright. Not a lot going on. We talked. Everyone talked. I'm not big on family chit chat, but I can do it when I need to, and I felt like I owed it to Ashley, so yeah. There you go. That's what happened.

  She went upstairs right after dinner, though. Took a shower. What the fuck bullshit is that? I thought we were taking a shower together. I guess I don't blame her.

  And the evening progressed like that. Nothing crazy. Not yet, at least. Just hold on, give me a second.

  We're downstairs now, all of us, hanging out in the living room, watching TV. I don't know why I'm there. Usually I wouldn't be, but Ashley's mom asked me to hang around. Sure, whatever, why not? It's not like I have anything else to do right now. It's not like I can tell her I'd rather sneak away to fuck her daughter. How messed up would that be?

  Yeah, do you mind if me and my stepsister
just go upstairs and get naked, Mom? Dad, you don't care, right? I kind of want to fuck the shit out of her, then rest for a little while and do it again. Don't worry, she'll like it. If you hear her screaming my name, it's cool. Don't wait up.

  Nah, that's never going to happen. I've still got some sense of decency, no matter what you think.

  Eventually the night winds down, though. Ashley says she's going to bed. I wait a few minutes. This is our plan. I have no idea why we need a plan like this, but sure, I'll go along with it.

  "I think I'm going to go to bed, too," I say.

  "Alright, Ethan," my stepmom says. "Thanks for spending time with us tonight. We've missed you. It's nice to have everyone back under one roof again, even if it's just for the summer."

  "Yeah," I say. "It was cool. I had fun."

  "Think about what I said earlier," my dad says. "Let me know soon. We can plan something."

  "Oh?" Ashley's mom says. "You're both planning something?"

  My dad grins and shakes his head. "Manly secrets, honey. Don't you worry about it."

  I roll my eyes. My dad's kind of a dork sometimes, especially when it comes to Ashley's mom. They're cute together, though. Good couple. It's nice to see my dad happy again, I guess. It's nice to have a mom again, even though I never really thought something like that would work out.

  You never know what kind of fucked up shit is going to work out until you just go with it, though. That's how life is. Stranger things have happened. Like what's happening right now with me and Ashley.

  I say good night again and then head upstairs. I walk down the hall to my room, open the door, turn the lights on, and...

  Holy fuck. I've got a present.

  Ashley lays sprawled out on my bed, completely naked, legs spread slightly, with her hands holding her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Can't say I mind the view. In fact, it's a delicious fucking view. I close my bedroom door and lock it, then I stare at her, appreciating every fucking beautiful inch of her body.

  "What if someone else came in before me?" I ask her.