Stepbrother With Benefits 1 Page 4

  Shit, that was good. Real good. Great memories.

  I think we might have gone further if we had the chance. Maybe a lot further. I'd known this girl for most of my life, and now she was living under the same roof as me. How fucked would that be?

  Good thing our parents came home. Maybe it was good. I mean, it wasn't that good. I got grounded for that one. For a long time. They weren't even supposed to be home yet. We were supposed to have another day on our own. It was probably good we didn't. I could have kissed Ashley Banks for hours. Shit, she was good.

  Alas, it was not meant to be. I just remember my dad screaming from the front door, presumably after seeing the trash we'd left laying around everywhere.

  "Ethan Albert Colton!"

  We froze. The both of us. The last thing that happened was Ashley staring into my eyes. Maybe. Girl was blind as a bat without her glasses, so who the fuck knows what she was looking at?

  "Albert?" she asked.

  I rolled my eyes at her and pushed her away. "Go hide in your room and pretend you're asleep. I'll take the blame for everything."

  *** Ashley

  "That was my first kiss," I tell him. "You were my first."

  "Shit," Ethan says. "No fucking way? Are you serious?"

  "Yes. No one else would kiss me."

  "I don't know why not," he says.

  "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask. It certainly can't mean what I think it means.

  "It means," Ethan says, his voice a little hesitant, but still genuine, "that if our parents hadn't come home and interrupted us, I would have gladly spent the rest of the weekend kissing you."

  No. I shake my head. That can't be true. "Liar," I say.

  "Don't fucking tempt me, Ashley," he says with a growl. "Just don't fucking tempt me. You don't know what you're dealing with here."

  "You can't do anything," I say. "You won't. Everyone might think you're a bad boy, Ethan, but I know you. You're not as bad as they think."

  "Just keep it up, Princess. I dare you."

  I don't know if he meant it that way, but it brings back memories. Good ones.

  "Truth or dare?" I ask.

  "Yeah, sure, go for it," he says with a wicked grin.

  "If I dare you, you have to do it," I remind him. "No matter what. What happens if you don't?"

  "You think I won't?"

  I shake my head, no. "Nope!"

  "Alright, if I don't do it, I'll quit the football team," he says.

  "You can't quit the football team!" I shout, then I laugh when I realize how loud I'm being over something so silly. "Ethan, you can't quit. That's what your scholarship is for. If you quit you won't have money for college."

  "I'm not going to quit, because whatever you dare me to do, I'm sure as hell going to do it."

  "I really doubt it. I can think of a lot of dares you won't do."

  "Oh yeah?" he says. And then it comes. He forces me into it. "I dare you to dare me, Ashley. If you don't, you need to wait on me hand and foot for the entire week that Mom and Dad are gone."

  I open my mouth to say something, to protest. I should especially protest because I never agreed to that. I don't know if I would ever agree to that. This isn't a pre-planned thing, you know? It's just kind of spur of the moment. That's what makes it fun, though. I feel free. I feel relaxed and nice and Ethan and I were just kissing, and I really did like that. I loved our first kiss before, too. My first kiss ever. I knew he'd kissed other girls before. I definitely knew he'd kissed other girls after. And I knew that he...

  "Fuck me, Ethan Colton," I say, throwing caution to the wind; mostly because I know he won't. "Bring me upstairs and fuck me. I dare you. I know you won't."

  "Oh, don't be so fucking sure of yourself, Princess."

  *** Ashley

  I'm in Ethan's bed. Naked. We're both naked. He's on top of me, his cock is inside me. Oh my God. I can't even begin to describe how this feels. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before.

  Ethan is unlike anyone I've ever been with. Which probably isn't saying a lot. I've only had sex with a few people before, and it was all... not very good.

  I just thought it was me. I believed Jake when he said that I wasn't very good, except Ethan certainly seems to be enjoying himself.

  I laugh and kiss him and he thrusts hard into me, burying his cock deep inside of me. His lips wrap around my throat, sucking hard.

  "Something funny, Princess?" he asks.

  I wrap my arms around his back and dig my nails into his skin, raking them down, leaving thin red scratch lines. I like how Ethan doesn't even stop, doesn't even care.

  "You feel so good inside me," I whisper into his ear, purring, seductive.

  "Damn fucking straight," he says. "God, you're like a fucking vice around my cock."

  "Do you like it?" I ask him.

  "Yeah," he says.

  "Why did you stop, then?"

  "Give me a fucking break, you insatiable freak."

  He pulls out of me, then rams back in. Hard. I can feel it, can feel him. His bed bounces beneath the force of our bodies becoming one. Ethan grabs one of my breasts, squashing it in his hand. He pulls back, then buries his mouth against my nipple, sucking hard, nibbling. I arch my back up, but he pushes me back down, shoving me onto the bed. Letting go of my breast, he grabs my hips, then slams in, out, in out, fast, pistoning hard into me.

  "Fuck, you're tight, Princess," he says.

  "Stop," I say. "Ashley. Call me Ashley."

  "I'll call you whatever I damn well please," he says.

  "Ethan," I murmur. "I... I think I'm... I've never..."

  "You about to cum?" he asks. "You've never had an orgasm before?"

  "Not with anyone else."

  "Well, shit, I better play my A game. I didn't realize."

  Holy fuck. This isn't his best? It's really good. Ethan does more, though. Oh God.

  His hips grind against mine, his pelvis rubbing against my pubis. My clit. I can feel it, feel the tensing muscles of his abs as he thrusts hard into me, then presses against my sensitive pearl. I didn't know this was possible. I didn't know this was a thing someone could do, but here Ethan is, doing it.

  I'm a little lightheaded from the drinks, and certainly not thinking straight—that's what I want to tell myself, because why else would I be doing this?—but that doesn't stop me from spasming in a writhing, hot mess on the bed as soon as my orgasm hits me. I shake. I literally shake! I'm trembling and my legs are quivering and my mouth keeps opening and closing on its own. Ethan laughs and he kisses me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth. It's so rough but amazing. I didn't know something like this would feel so good.

  I kiss him. Oh, I kiss him. It reminds me of the first time we kissed. When we were interrupted. I thought he hated me, thought he just did it to favor me, but then his father shouted at him. He took all the blame... for me? He got in a lot of trouble for that.

  I still don't know if he likes me, but right now Ethan Colton is on top of me, fucking me hard, laughing, rampant, as my body writhes and wriggles beneath him in orgasm.

  "Fuck, Ashley," he says. "That's goddamn delicious. I love the look on your face. You're beautiful."

  I don't even know how, but Ethan stays true to his word, to the dare. He doesn't stop until I'm too tired to move, which has to be hours later. I don't even remember stopping, but the next thing I know I'm in a kind of hazy afterglow of intoxicating pleasure and he's curled up next to me, near me, cuddling with me. We're under the blankets.

  "I'm tired, Ethan," I whine. "Can you get me a glass of water?"

  He shifts and sidles away from me, then goes to his private bathroom and brings me a glass of tap water. "Here," he says, offering it to me. He holds it close to my lips and tilts it so I can drink without sitting up.

  I swallow the cool liquid, savoring it. Sex is a lot of work. Or drinking water is. One of those. We just had sex, didn't we? Yessss... I'm not sure how this happened. I kind of feel like this is a bad thing, but I'm
too tired to worry about it now. I'm not sure if I'm even tipsy anymore, I'm just tired now.

  "Hey, go to sleep," Ethan says.

  I close my eyes and do just that.

  *** Ethan

  Yeah, well, fuck.

  Not sure what else to say besides that. Just fuck. That one word seems to sum up everything that happened pretty well, anyways. No reason to get all poetic and creative over it, now is there?

  The problem with all of this is that, uh... how do I put this without sounding like an asshole?

  Eh, fuck it, I'm already an asshole. Why stop now?

  I'm just going to be straight with you: Ashley's pussy is fucking delicious.

  Not in the literal sense, though I really wouldn't mind finding out sometime, but that was possibly the best sex I've ever had. Not even possibly. It is. Hands down, the best. She's so goddamn responsive. It's like everything I did turned her on. It's not even like it did, I'm positive it did. I can't even understand why her ex-boyfriend would break up with her just because he needed to go two months without sex. I've known this girl for over ten years now and I almost feel like I'd gladly wait another decade just for round two.

  Another decade? Shit, she's sleeping in bed right next to me.

  I really can't understand this, though. Is this really Ashley? For some reason, it's not that hard to believe. I do kind of feel like a dick, though. We probably shouldn't have done that. I probably should have stopped it before it started.

  I probably should have done a lot of things, but I can't even make myself regret having some of the best sex of my life with this girl.

  She said she's never had an orgasm during sex before? Fuck, she could have fooled me. She's good. This girl is good. I do not even know what to say about how good she is.

  Delicious as fuck, that's what she is.

  I'm tired, though. She wore me out. Let me sleep on this and let you know how I feel in the morning.

  *** Ashley

  I wake up and I'm sore. A good sore, though. A pleasant, tingling ache, and with the blankets surrounding me like a warm cloud, I feel nice. I have my head on a pillow and my leg wrapped around a leg, my arm on a chest, and...

  Wait, um... my leg... and arm...?

  I open my eyes to figure out what's going on, because Jake never lets me sleep with him in his dorm room and he never stays in mine, either. It kind of bothers me, because I know plenty of girls who stay over with their boyfriends sometimes, or boys who stay with their girlfriends. It's not exactly allowed as per dorm rules, but everyone does it anyways.

  I'm sure Jake won't let me stay over because he knows me. Right...? He doesn't want me breaking the rules, since even in college I've built up a reputation for being the good girl rule follower. I just... it's not like that's a big rule, you know? It's not like it's actually important. We won't get in that much trouble. We'll just get talked to about it, at most, and otherwise it's no big deal.

  I can't think about this right now, though. I have a headache, too. I feel weird. What happened last night?

  I shift my leg a little and feel skin against skin, mine soft and supple against tight, muscular legs. Speaking of muscle, the chest my arm is draped over is nice, too. Strange? Has Jake been working out?

  I sneak over to offer him a good morning kiss, and that's when I realize exactly what happened.

  This isn't Jake. Ethan's laying there, staring at me, smiling. I almost kissed him! On the lips! Ew. Gross, disgusting, that's...

  Holy shit! We slept together. Not just sleeping, but literally we... we had sex. Together. In his bed. In our mom and dad's house. In...

  This is a problem. A big problem. Big big big problem. I scramble away from him and nearly roll off my side of the bed in the process. I probably should just do that, I probably should get out of bed, run away, go back to my room, but then I realize I'm naked. And, judging by what I felt before, Ethan is naked, too.

  "Hey, good morning, Princess," he says, nonchalant.

  "What the fuck?" I say. I try not to swear, I really do, but this is Ethan, and we're at home, and I feel like this is definitely a "what the fuck?" type of moment, don't you?

  "Nice to see you, too," he says, flashing me a devilish grin. Yes, that's right. Devilish. Demonic. What the heck was he thinking?

  Then I remember it was my idea. Yes, we were both drinking. I'm not sure either of us should have been coming up with ideas, to be honest, but this one was definitely mine. A dare. I didn't think he'd do it. I didn't want him to quit the football team, but he's always just so cocksure and confident and I wanted to knock him down a peg or two.

  I think. I think that's what I was thinking. Now I'm not so sure, because along with the memories of why I dared him to do what he did comes the memories of what exactly it felt like for him to do it.

  He was so hard. I mean, yes, that's how sex works, Ashley. I remind myself this, and it almost makes me laugh, but it's not funny. It's not! But Ethan was different. He was so vibrant and alive, his erection pulsing and pressing inside me. It felt so good. And he knew exactly what to do, too. I felt like I knew exactly what to do when I was with him. Or was that the alcohol? Did it lower our inhibitions and... well, of course it lowered our inhibitions. I mean, I just woke up in bed with my brother.

  Stepbrother, I remind myself. As if that's any better! Yes, he's been my stepbrother for about three years now, but I've known him since second grade, so...

  Shit. Shit shit shit. Shit. I can't believe we did this. This was a huge mistake. It's still a mistake. I tell him as much.

  "I need to go. Please, Ethan, look away. Where are my clothes? I need to get dressed. I need to go."

  "What's the hurry?" he asks, as if he hasn't realized what the issue is. Is it just my issue then? I feel like he should have an issue, too.

  "Ethan, this was a huge mistake. I was drunk. You were drunk. I was vulnerable."

  I'm making excuses now, and I know it. Yes, I still think this was a mistake, but I liked what happened, too. Not um... not the sex. No, I did like that, too. On a physical level, at least. Wow. Orgasms during sex are nice. I belatedly realize exactly what I was just thinking right there. Orgasms... plural. Yup. No real way around that. I had more than one, and they were all good.

  I just... no, we shouldn't have had sex, but I liked the closeness. The playfulness. I liked eating pizza with him, watching a movie. I even liked drinking and being irresponsible, but...

  This is bad. Very bad. He's rubbing off on me. Resident bad boy Ethan Colton is turning me into an irresponsible bad girl. I can just imagine him calling me his naughty girl and... and what? Spanking me?

  STOP! Stop it, Ashley! Cut it out! I have to yell at myself to bring this all to a halt or I'm not sure what's going to happen next.

  "Yeah, sorry," Ethan says.

  This surprises me. Ethan's saying sorry? When has that ever happened before. "What?" I ask.

  "Look, I didn't mean for that to happen. I don't want you to get the wrong idea here. I never thought things would go that far."

  "Well, good," I say. "Now can you please go away so I can get dressed and we can forget all about this? Maybe it never happened. Maybe we were just so drunk that we think it did and all we did was fall asleep."

  Ethan laughs, but we both know what I said isn't true. "Yeah, maybe," he says. "Look, I'll go make breakfast or something. You hang out here, take your time, whatever. How's your head?"

  "It hurts a little," I admit. "I'm thirsty, too. I don't... I don't feel good."

  And it's so weird to say these things, because this is Ethan. He's naked. In bed. We were naked in bed together. We had sex. I can't even begin to get over this. What the heck! Yes, good. Heck. That's better. I'm reverting back to my previous self. I'm not like this. I'm not some sex-crazed rulebreaker.

  But I do like Ethan. Sort of. He's not so bad sometimes. He's even nice sometimes, too. In an arrogant asshole sort of way. He wanted to make me feel better last night with pizza and drinking and a movie. I
never would have expected that. I would have expected him to just go out partying with some friends while leaving me home alone to wallow in self pity.

  Not that what he did was much better in the end, though. Leaving me to wallow in self pity or having sex with me? Which was the better option?

  I can't even believe this happened.

  Ethan gets out of bed and he's definitely absolutely completely naked. I can see his butt. Ethan Colton, my stepbrother, is naked in front of me, his sexy, tight ass bared for me and me alone, and when he steps over to find his pants, I see more than a glimpse of his cock. It should be soft. Right? Um... no...

  What's that thing with men? They wake up with erections sometimes, right? I don't know. I've never really thought about this before, but, yes, Ethan is definitely erect. Somewhat erect. I don't think he's as erect as he was last night when he was on top of me, thrusting into me, when I was climaxing around his cock, right before he...

  Oh my God, Ethan came inside me. Oh my God. I can't even...

  "What?" he asks, looking at me. "What's with the look?"

  "You came inside me," I say. "You didn't wear a condom."

  "Shit!" he says. "Wait, you're on birth control, right? I thought you were."

  "Well, yes, I am. Wait a second... how would you know?"

  He shrugs, nothing doing. "Sometimes your mom would ask me to pick some stuff up, and I'd get your prescriptions, too."

  "What the hell? My mom sent you to get my birth control?"

  "It's not that big a deal, Princess."

  "Stop," I say. "Ethan, stop it. Please, just stop. Don't call me that. I'm Ashley. I'm your sister. I don't like what's going on here."

  "Yeah, well, I'm gone. Do whatever you want. I'll be downstairs making breakfast if you want something."

  "I don't think I do," I say. "I don't think I can talk to you right now."

  *** Ashley

  Ethan left once he put his pants on, but he magically forgot his shirt. Magically? I think he's doing this on purpose. I don't know why. I really don't understand him. Why's he walking around shirtless? Granted, he was shirtless yesterday, too, but that was when he'd just come inside from the pool, so it made sense. Sort of, at least.