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  "Who else would come in?" she says.

  I shrug. "I don't know. Anyone. Your mom? My dad? Batman? I don't fucking know. I'm just saying it's not a good idea to get naked on a bed unless you know what you're dealing with."

  "I think I know what I'm dealing with..." she says, grinning.

  "You think so, do you?" Yeah, I don't think she does. She doesn't even know the half of it. The things I would do to this girl...

  "Are you going to come to bed or are you just going to stand there?" she asks.

  Man, she's getting way too cocky. That's supposed to be my thing. I strip down, making a show of it. She watches me from the bed. I'm naked now, hard as fuck, and I walk over to her, standing at the edge of my bed.

  "Listen, Princess. I'm not in the mood to play around right now. I just want to fuck you hard. You down?"

  Yeah, well, guess what? She is.

  This isn't pretty. There's no romance here. I mean, yeah, it's nice. It's art, in that creative, raw, and primal realism sort of way. I seriously just want to fuck her, though. I can't stop thinking about it. It's not even just that, though. You know what comes after fucking? I'm learning about that, too. Usually what comes after is me leaving, or me politely kicking the girl out and sending her home, but not now

  I slam hard into her. We're done. This is it. She's on her back, knees wrapped around my waist, hands clinging to my neck, refusing to let go. Fuck, she's tight. All of her is tight. Inside and out. She clenches around my cock while she clings to my neck and my waist and it's like her entire fucking body is orgasming around my body. I can feel her cum, and I join her.

  It's a really good thing she's on birth control, because I'm pretty fucking sure her womb is about to be overflowing with my seed. The thought is kind of hot, in a fucked up way. Impregnating my stepsister? Breeding the fuck out of her? Watching her stomach bulge with my baby? Yeah, uh, no. It's kind of sexy to think about it, except I'm pretty sure if that happened, I'd end up dead. Either her mom or my dad, or maybe even Ashley herself would do it. I don't have a death wish.

  I still can't stop thinking about it. Oh well.

  We roll over and lay on our backs. I sweep the blankets over us, covering us, and then reach up to flick a switch to turn off the lights. It's dark, but I can hear her breathing next to me. After a few seconds, she scoots closer and lays her head on my chest, wrapping her arm around me.

  "That was nice," she says.

  "Nice? That's it?" I ask. "Shit, I didn't do a good enough job. Give me a second and I'll make it up to you, Princess."

  She laughs. "Shush, you. Let's just cuddle."

  "I don't cuddle," I say. "You realize that, don't you?"

  "Please?" she says, whispering into my ear. She kisses my earlobe, then my cheek, then closer to my mouth.

  "Yeah yeah," I say, grumbling. Truth is, I really want to cuddle with her, though. It's relaxing as fuck. "So how's this going to work?" I ask.

  "I have my phone," she says. "It's on your bedside table. I set my alarm for earlier than usual, so I can wake up and sneak back to my room, then go back to bed or just go downstairs."

  "How about you wake up, we have sex, then go back to bed, wake up, have sex again, and then you go back to your room?" I ask.

  She hits my chest softly, playful. "Do you ever think about anything besides sex?" she asks, smiling.

  "Yeah," I say. "Sometimes."

  "Like what?" she asks. She sounds interested.

  I shrug. "Lots of shit. The future, I guess. The past."

  "Me too," she says. "Do you ever want to talk about it?"

  "What's there to talk about?"

  She shrugs this time. "Why'd you always cause so much trouble in school?"

  I roll my eyes. Not this conversation. I've had it a million times with a million people. It's boring. Real old.

  "Why'd you always get perfect grades in school?" I counter.

  She answers me, though. I didn't expect that one. "I guess it's the only thing I feel like I'm good at," she says. "It was the only thing I could think of that I could do that would impress people, but no one was ever really impressed. After awhile, everyone just expected it, so I had to keep doing it, or else they'd think something was wrong with me."

  "Yeah," I say. "Me too."

  "You didn't get very good grades, though," she says.

  "Wow. Thanks for stating the obvious, Little Miss Perfect. I meant that's why I did stupid shit. People just expected it. Everyone would always come to me asking me to help them with dumb junk, so I'd usually just do it. There were some other reasons, too, I guess."

  "Why'd you always flip my skirt up in second grade?" she asks.

  I laugh. "You don't want to know the answer to that one, Princess."

  "Nope, I do," she says, adamant.

  "It's not that hard to figure out," I say. "I wanted to see your underwear."

  She blushes. I can't see it because it's dark, but I can feel the heat from her cheeks pressing against my chest. It's a big blush, too. I pull her closer to me and reach my arm down her back, then grab her ass. Aw yeah. She blushes even more, and squirms, too.

  "We were seven," she says eventually, whispering. "Maybe eight. I don't remember now. You didn't really want to see my underwear. That's not what little boys think about."

  "You wanted an answer and I told you," I say. "I wanted to see your underwear. I still want to see your underwear. What was that cute as fuck little ensemble you had earlier? Where'd you get those?"

  "Did you like them?" she asks. "I bought them at the store. They aren't for you to see, Ethan. They're for someone else."

  "Who the fuck else?" I ask. "I don't like the sound of this."

  "I don't know. My next boyfriend, I guess."

  "You should show them to me," I say.

  "Are you offering to be my boyfriend?" she asks, coy as fuck.

  "I think we both know that's not going to work," I say.

  "Why not?" she asks.

  Holy fuck, is she serious? "First off, I don't do that. Second, how the fuck do you think that's going to work?"

  She shrugs. "I'm just teasing you. Calm down, Mr. Bad Boy."

  "Wow. You've got some balls, Princess. I'll give you that."

  She reaches between my legs for my balls, and cups them in her hand. "Mine?" she asks.

  "Yeah, I'll give that to you," I say, smirking. "Balls deep in your pussy. How's that sound?"

  "Mmm," she murmurs. "But I like talking to you, too."

  "I don't know why," I say.

  "You're interesting," she says. "I think there's a lot more to you than you want to let on, Ethan Colton."

  "Nah."

  "Can we really still be friends after this?" she asks. "Do you think we can or not?"

  "I guess we can try," I say. I don't add that I don't think we can, because I'm just going to want to fuck her, and obviously that's not going to work.

  The thing is that I want to do more than that, too, though. I want to cuddle. I want to learn more about her. I want to talk. I want to go have fun, to hang out, to get to know each other. I've never really felt this way about anyone before. Yeah, I hang out with the guys on the football team, and we talk and shit, get to know each other, but it's not really too personal. We don't talk about our dreams and aspirations. We don't talk about our hopes and goals and emotions and feelings, whatever the fuck.

  "I want to," I say. "It's just hard."

  "Why?" she asks.

  "Because every time I look at you, I can't stop thinking about how it would feel to slam my cock into your pussy."

  "Then don't look," she says. She reaches up and covers my eyes with her hand. "See? Now we can talk about anything we want to talk about."

  I laugh. "Cute. Real cute, Princess."

  "Do you want to get better grades?" she asks. "I can help you, you know? We could have Skype chats and be study buddies."

  "Yeah, that's just what I need," I say, rolling my eyes. "A study buddy."

  "If you'
re really good, we could do other things, too, Ethan..."

  I both like and dislike the sound of that. "Yeah?"

  "Mhm," she says. "Maybe I could let you see me play with myself, and maybe you could let me see you do the same, too."

  "That sounds like two things that won't ever work," I say. "A long distance relationship and screwing around with my stepsister over video chat? Uh... yeah..."

  "I know it's supposed to be just a week," she says. "I know that's what we said, and then we stopped because our parents came back, and um... now we're naked in bed again. I know it's wrong, Ethan, but I don't want it to be. Do you want it to last longer? If you could, I mean. Would you want it to?"

  I don't say anything. I can't encourage her with this. It doesn't matter what I want.

  "I do," she says. "I know I shouldn't say that, but I want it to last longer. I wish it could. Maybe it can?"

  Please don't say stuff like that. That's what I want to tell her, but I don't. I stay silent, because I'm a fucking idiot. I'm quiet because I'm stupid, and I like to cause trouble. It's what I know how to do. It's what I've done a million times before.

  This time is different, though. I always knew what I was doing before. I don't know what I'm doing now. I don't know how to talk to her. I don't know how to tell her anything. Close my eyes and just do it? Nah, it's not that easy.

  I say something else instead. It's probably pretty fucking dumb, too. I shouldn't say this shit.

  "I had a crush on you when I was younger, Ashley."

  "When?" she asks.

  I don't answer her. It's too difficult of a question.

  "I had a crush on you, too," she says.

  "That's the thing, though," I say. "We're not good for each other. I know it, and I think you know it, too. Even if you weren't my stepsister, I'm not good for you. You understand, right? You need to find a nice guy who can be everything for you. That's not me. That's never going to be me."

  We're quiet after that. I think that's it. Maybe she fell asleep. I'm tired, too. I close my eyes.

  "I think you underestimate yourself," she says. "I don't think you're as bad as you think you are."

  "Not now," I say, whispering. "I can be as good as I want for a week or two, Princess, but that's it. That's what always gets me in trouble."

  "I know," she mumbles. She's falling asleep on me. "I know more about you than you might think."

  It's quiet again. Longer now. She falls asleep, breathing softly on my chest. I sneak a quick kiss, and she puckers up her lips, trying to kiss me back in her sleep.

  "I know a lot about you, too, Ashley," I whisper before I close my eyes and try to go to sleep.

  *** Ashley

  My alarm goes off on my phone and I jolt up out of bed. Oh no, I'm going to miss my class, I have to get up, I have to get ready, what time is it, what...

  Oh, wait. A sleepy looking Ethan grumbles and rolls away from me. He looks really cute when he's tired. I sink back down into bed and wrap my arms around him, then kiss his face. My nose nuzzles against his and he bats me away softly, pushing me with his hands.

  "What the fuck?" he says. "What time is it?"

  "Um..." I check my phone, even though I don't have to. I know what time I set my alarm for. "Six," I say.

  "Who the fuck wakes up at six in the morning?" he asks.

  "Did you forget the plan?" I ask him.

  "Nah," he says. "I just want to go back to bed."

  "What if I want you to wake up?" I ask. "What if I want to give you a morning blowjob?"

  "You know what, Princess? I think you should always follow your heart's desires. That shit will never steer you wrong."

  I laugh and hug him and kiss him. He grumbles, but squeezes me tight in his arms, too.

  "Man, I got a raw deal here," he says. "Now I'm awake, but there's no morning blowjob. What's up with that?"

  "Maybe we can cuddle first?" I ask.

  "Yeah, maybe," he says, grinning. "Come here."

  I don't have anywhere to go; I'm already as close as possible. He squeezes me tighter in his arms, then lets me loose.

  "Maybe we should wake up now and go make breakfast?" I ask. "Then we can go hang out for the day? At the beach, or we could go to a park. Ooh, we could go to an amusement park and ride the rollercoasters, or we could go hiking, or..."

  "Whoa whoa whoa, calm down," Ethan says. "I'm not awake enough for this conversation. You want to hang out today?"

  "Do you?" I ask. Maybe I'm getting too far ahead of myself.

  "Yeah, that sounds cool," he says. "Alright, I'll get up."

  He stumbles up and practically falls off the bed, but catches himself and stands. Groggy and disoriented, Ethan heads towards the bathroom.

  "Where are you going?" I ask.

  "I'm going to take a shower, Princess. Just give me a bit."

  "I can join you?" I offer.

  "Listen, if you come in that shower with me, we're never going to get out of the house. You do what you want, though. Don't say I didn't warn you."

  I giggle, and he turns to look at me, smirking.

  "Yeah, exactly," he says. "Your choice. Give me ten minutes to myself so we can hang out today, or come in and make me do something we might regret."

  I don't think I'd regret it. I do want to hang out with him, though. I like having sex with Ethan, but... I want to do more, too. We have been doing more, but it's easier when you're alone, isn't it? With our parents here, that kind of hinders our at-home options. Going out will be nice, though. Hiking could be fun. In the middle of the woods, just us, all alone. Hm...

  I decide to leave him alone for a little while, but I also decide to not leave him alone. I snatch up my phone and lay back in bed, then tap and swipe to bring up the menu for texting. I start writing one to Ethan, one that he'll get as soon as he checks his phone. I wonder when he'll see it? It's fun to guess.

  This is what I text him:

  Ethan, I can't wait to give you a blowjob later. Maybe I'll come into the shower right now and give you one. How naughty would that be? Giving my brother a blowjob in the shower while our parents are sleeping right downstairs? Would you like that? Text me back when you get this and tell me what you want to do to me, too.

  I send that message to him. And then, for good measure, I pull down the covers and take a picture of myself. Naked, of course, from the head down, while I'm laying there, so that Ethan can see what I see, the top of my body, my breasts, slowly heading towards my sex, my legs, and then the tops of my toes. I send that to him, too.

  Maybe that last one is a bad idea. I've never sent anyone a picture like that before. To be fair, I haven't done a lot of things before, but I've been breaking new ground with Ethan for days, so why not?

  Less than a minute later, I get a text back. Oh, wow. Did he bring his phone with him into the bathroom? That doesn't seem safe. I can hear him in the shower...

  I tap to read the text, and then my heart stops. How did that happen? I must have misclicked. I didn't text Ethan. This is definitely not Ethan.

  It's Jake. My ex-boyfriend.

  I knew you were desperate for affection when I started dating you, Ashley, but I didn't think you'd go so far as to sleep with your brother. Nice pic, though. You always did have a hot body.

  Oh my God oh my God oh my God. I text him back, fast.

  That was just a joke, Jake. I wanted to annoy you because you were such a jerk to me. I'm done with you. I never want to talk to you again. Leave me alone.

  He writes back almost immediately.

  Yeah? How about I forward these messages to your parents. I wonder what they'd think. Should I send them the nude pic, too?

  I furiously tap on the screen to text him back, but then I give up. This won't work. I tap to call him instead. He picks up after one ring.

  "You wouldn't dare," I say. No hello, just straight to the point.

  "Hey," he says. "I would dare. Apparently you don't know me very well."

  "Of course I don't," I
say. "I thought you were nice, and then you had sex with me and broke up with me right before we went on summer break? Who does that?"

  "You kept holding out on me," he says. "That's the only reason I stayed with you so long, but it was getting old, Ashley. Now I guess I know why. You're giving it up to you brother."

  "He's my stepbrother," I say, as if this makes it any better. "It's not illegal or anything. What do you care?"

  "I'm recording this conversation, too. Thanks for admitting that you had sex with your brother. Makes it easier for me."

  I clench my jaw and glare into the phone. "Seriously, what do you want? Just leave me alone."

  "I wanted you to stop being such a prude when I was with you, but that barely ever happened. We had sex like... what, twice? In two months? That's not normal, Ashley."

  "You never wanted to cuddle with me," I tell him. "You never wanted to do anything with me. You always just tried to get in my pants, even when I told you to stop. And when we had sex, you just left right after."

  "I didn't want to date you in the first place. It was a bet. That I won, of course. You were alright in bed, so I thought I'd keep trying and get my money's worth, but that never worked."

  "I'm hanging up now," I say. "Seriously, I never want to talk to you again. Don't try to talk to—"

  "Don't you fucking dare hang up, you bitch," he says, startling me. Is this really Jake? I feel like I always kind of knew he wasn't nice. Maybe this is why I was reluctant to do anything with him. He never treated me like... like a person? Like a girlfriend? It's obvious looking back on it, but at the time I just kind of wanted someone to...

  I wanted someone to love me. I wanted to love someone, too. I don't know how I could be so naive.

  "Here's how this is going to go," he says. "I was just going to give up on you, but you've given me a golden opportunity now. I know your family's rich, so don't try to get out of this, either. I want you to fly to me tomorrow morning. I don't care what you have to tell your mom and dad or brother. Tell them you're going to visit a friend. You're going to stay with me for the rest of the weekend, then you can go back home."

  I scrunch up my nose and make a face into the phone, for all the good it does me. "Why would I do that? I'm not doing that."

  "You're going to do it or else I'm telling your parents everything," he says. "I'm telling everyone at school, too. I'll send them the text messages, the picture, and these phone recordings. What do you think people will think of you after they find out you're fucking your brother, Ashley?"