Stepbrother With Benefits 12 (Second Season) Read online

  "Yeah," I say. Fuck yeah, actually. "Just... if you really don't want me to do something, tell me, alright? I'll stop. I don't want to force you into anything."

  "You don't," she says, kissing me quick on the lips. "Never. Not even once. I really like that, Ethan. I feel like you're always careful and gentle with me, even when we're being rough."

  That's a first. I don't know if anyone's ever said that to me. I guess they might have thought it, because, yeah, I try to be a considerate guy, but I think Ashley's the first girl who ever thought I was careful or gentle. Honestly, she's probably the first person who's ever thought that.

  If I have my way, she's going to be the last, too. No more. I'm done. I've got all I need right here, sitting in my lap, impaled on my cock. She's enough.

  To be completely fucking honest, she's probably more than enough. Seriously, this girl's a freak.

  "I love you," she says, grinning at me with her lips and her eyes and her entire fucking soul. Fuck, she's beautiful.

  "Yeah, I love you, too, Princess," I say. I hope I'm grinning at her with everything, too, every single fucking part of me. All of it.

  *** Ashley

  Ethan puts in a few more quarters and this time we shower for real. I don't know if it's just a shower, though. We're close. Ethan runs his hands over my body, cleaning and washing me, but it's more than that, too. It's not inherently sexual, but it's...

  It's nice. It's intimate and close and loving, and it's everything I could have ever hoped to have. It's something I never really knew existed before now. I didn't know relationships could be like this. I didn't know that I could feel this way. I didn't even know this was possible.

  I didn't know that I could ever fully enjoy sex the way I do with Ethan. I knew it was supposed to be an enjoyable thing, and that it was supposed to feel good, but it's different with him. I feel completely uninhibited, relaxed and like I can be myself.

  It's not like I'm that much different. I still want to get good grades, and I still think some of the things that Ethan and I do together are a little, um... they are not things I probably would have done before we started our stepbrother with benefits relationship. They aren't bad, though. It's nothing bad or wrong or anything I should be ashamed of.

  It's an expression of myself and my hopes and dreams and desires. I guess you can say that what we just did, when I told him I wasn't on birth control even though I was, um... that was kind of kinky and I might be a sex freak. Maybe I am, too! But that's alright.

  I like to think that was an expression of myself, too, though. Of my hopes and dreams. I like to think that what I was really trying to say is that I love Ethan so much and that I want to be with him, not just for now, and not just for the summer, but for a long time. Forever. The ultimate, inevitable expression of "together" to me is having a family.

  Also, I liked that Ethan got even more aroused when I told him I could get pregnant. I mean, yes, it felt really good, and he was most certainly a sex-crazed man on a mission right then, but I liked that it didn't worry him. I think he probably knew that it was just a game, but I also think that he would have done the exact same thing if it wasn't a game. He wouldn't have regretted it, either.

  I know this is strange, and I'm not going to rush into anything, believe me! But... I think Ethan would be a really good father. I don't know exactly why. There's a lot of reasons, really. He's a good person, no matter how much of a bad boy he thinks he is. Yes, he's a bad boy, too, but sometimes we need a little bad boy inside us.

  Um... I want Ethan's big bad boy inside me, but... oh my God I really just thought that, didn't I? Eek...

  When we finish washing up, which is a lot of fun, I help Ethan dry off. And by that I mean I take his towel and I pretend to dry him off at first, but then it's really just an excuse to stroke his partially erect cock. I can't even believe he's managing that much.

  Really, Ethan? Really?

  "If you keep that up, you better be willing to finish what you're starting, Princess," he says, his cock twitching in my hand under the towel.

  I pull my hand away and toss the towel at him.

  "Ugh!" I say. "Is that all you think about, Ethan Colton? Seriously!"

  "You make it really fucking easy to think about," he says, smirking at me. "Fuck, look at that perfect fucking ass of yours. Bend over and give me a peek at your perfect as fuck pussy."

  I shake my butt at him, teasing him. He smacks my ass in response. Pretending to bend over to reach for my clothes, I really just want to give him a show. A peek, as he said, at my... my perfect as fuck pussy.

  "Mmm, yeah, that's it," he says.

  Before I know it, Ethan is behind me. His hand caresses along my ass, soft at first, but then he squeezes hard. I stand up, but he puts his other hand on my back, keeping me bent over.

  "You've been a naughty girl, Princess," he says. "I'm going to have to punish you."

  "What?" I ask, curious and confused.

  "You said you liked when I spanked you before, right? Yeah, well..."

  He moves his hand back and smacks my ass. It's not too hard, but I can definitely feel it. The sound echoes through the shower stall, and it seems even louder now that the water's turned off.

  "Ethan!" I say, hissing at him. "You—"

  But apparently he doesn't care! He spanks me again, and then once more. After that he circles his hand around the curves of my ass before dipping his fingers between my legs. And, um... well, they're dipped elsewhere, too.

  He presses two fingers into my slit, almost sending me off balance. He steadies me and waits for me to press my hands hard against the bench beneath me before easing his fingers out and then pushing them back in.

  "I love how you're always ready for me," he says. "I love how fucking responsive you are for me, Princess. I love sliding my fingers inside you and watching you squirm."

  "Do it," I say, breathy. "I dare you."

  "You really are a naughty girl, aren't you?" he says, grinning and shaking his head. "Alright then. Desperate times call for drastic action."

  "Um...?"

  Ethan pulls me up and then spins me around. Before I realize exactly what's going on, I'm sitting on the bench next to our clothes. He pulls my legs apart, giving him an open show of everything in between. Instinctively I try to close my legs at first, but he keeps them pushed open.

  "Close your eyes," he says. "I'm going to spank you again."

  I close my eyes, but I don't realize at first, um...

  Really, how's he going to spank me when my butt is most definitely sitting on the bench?

  I realize how he intends to enact this sensual punishment a few seconds later, though.

  It's soft, much lighter than when he spanked my ass, but his hand gentle smacks against my pussy. It's, um... this is much more sensitive and provocative, too, though. I didn't realize what he was going to do at first since my eyes were closed, but as soon as I feel the thrumming, throbbing sensation rippling through my clit, my eyes jolt open in surprise.

  Oh my God, that was...

  Strange? Sensitive, definitely. Really sexy, to be honest. It... it was a lot, and if it was any harder I think it would have been too much, but as it is...

  Wow. I stare at Ethan, mouth open, wide-eyed. He stares right back at me, then he smacks my pussy again. I'm ready for it this time, and a part of me is maybe waiting for it, and...

  He slides his fingers up and down, teasing across the curves of my feminine folds. He slips a finger inside of me, then another, pushing in and out. Then he smacks my pussy lightly again.

  I feel it. It's so strange. I don't think this is a regular orgasm. It's just small and minor, but very... twitchy? It's hard to explain. My pussy clenches of its own accord, refusing to acknowledge anything I think it should be doing. My clit spasms and throbs under Ethan's palm, and he rubs a little, side to side, goading it on. My eyes roll into the back of my head a little and all I see is bright and white.

  "Yeah," Ethan says, coming up to
kiss my cheek and then nibble lightly on my earlobe. "That's my good girl, Princess."

  Mmm... yup... that's me... Ashley, Ethan's Little Miss Perfect, his naughty good girl. I like it.

  After that, um... well, we have to leave the shower! We fully dry off and fully get dressed and... well, that's it. We leave. I feel like this is difficult, because I think it's hard for us to leave the shower. I think I could have spent all day in there with him, except we ran out of quarters. Which is bad, because we brought a lot of quarters.

  I hope they have a lot of hot water here. I'm kind of worried about that, actually. I mean, yes, it'll come back, refill, or however it works here, but by the time we were finished, the hot water was more warm than anything else, and...

  "Hey!" my mom says, waving to us from the road heading to the showers. It's a decent distance away, but not that far. She's got her own change of clothes, and my stepdad is right next to her with his clothes.

  "You two weren't showering this entire time, were you?" Ethan's dad asks.

  "Wait, what?" my mom asks. "Were you, really? Huh!"

  "Um..." I refuse to answer! I will not incriminate myself!

  "Ashley's got a lot of hair," Ethan says. "Takes forever to wash."

  "That's funny," my mom says. "Seems like she washes it quick on her own. I wonder what's different now?"

  "Um..." I refuse! I won't!

  "I understand," Ethan's dad says, smirking. "Her mom has a lot of hair, too. Might have to take our time washing that, don't you think, honey?"

  "Oh, we definitely might have to do that," my mom says, grinning at him.

  My mom. That's my mom. Ugh! Seriously?

  I give her a look. That look! She just shrugs at me, feigning innocence. I'm not even buying that, Mom. Not even close.

  Ethan gives his dad a thumb's up, though. What the heck! Really, Ethan? Ugh...

  "Oh, Caleb was looking for you two," my mom says. "He said something about, um... he taught Gilgamesh how to shake hands? Who's Gilgamesh?"

  "The dog," Ethan says, sighing. "Blame Ashley. I didn't come up with that name."

  "Does that make Ethan 'Enkidu' then?" my stepdad asks.

  I laugh. A lot. Oh no! Is Ethan my wild man? Yes, probably.

  "Who's Enkidu?" my mom asks.

  "Yeah, I have no clue, either," Ethan says.

  "It's a long story," Ethan's dad says, grinning at me.

  "Old, too," I say. "One of the oldest, they say."

  My stepdad nods. This is fun. I didn't know he knew anything about ancient mythology, but it's nice to have a shared secret. It's kind of fun, you know? It's just a silly secret, nothing serious, but it's nice. I feel like...

  I don't know. I feel like we're closer. All of us. Not just myself and Ethan, but I feel closer with my mom, too, and now I feel closer with Ethan's dad, also. And I think Ethan feels the same way. I think we all do. I think we all are.

  This is good. This is a great camping trip, and it's only just started. There's more. There's going to be a lot more.

  "It's from the first known written story," Ethan's dad says to my mom. They're walking again, heading to the showers. "The Epic of Gilgamesh. Enkidu was kind of like Gilgamesh's rival and enemy at first, but then they became friends. It's an interesting story, but hard to compare to anything today. It's different."

  They go into the showers, leaving us to ourselves. Before they vanish behind a closed shower stall door, my mom waves to us both.

  "We'll see you two soon!" she says. "Don't get into too much trouble."

  "Yeah, you hear that?" Ethan says to me. "No trouble, Princess. Don't even try it."

  "Me?" I say, acting innocent.

  This isn't hard, because I'm most certainly the innocent one here! Ethan's the bad one. I don't even get into trouble. I'm very good, of course.

  We start walking and play fighting about who is the troublemaker. I don't think I am, because what sort of trouble have I ever started? Ethan tries to say that I make him want to cause trouble, which means that it's my fault if he does cause trouble, and I don't think that's true. It sounds like he's just making stuff up, and I'm pretty sure he is.

  Caleb is waiting for us, with Hero, too. Hero's sitting in front of Caleb. Caleb glances over at us as we walk towards him. He has an excited look on his face.

  "Alright... Hero!" he says to the dog. "Shake?"

  Hero gives him a funny look. He doesn't look like he's going to do anything at first. Caleb's excitement progressively dwindles, until he's mostly back to a sort of unexcited stare, but...

  Then Hero holds out his paw. His tongue lolls out, too. He looks very much like a goofy dog, which I think is probably the truth.

  Caleb shakes hands with Hero quick, then turns to Ethan.

  "See! I'm definitely cool now, right?"

  Ethan purses his lips and furrows his brow, staring hard at Caleb, saying nothing.

  "You said that he only listened to cool people and he listened to me so that means I'm cool?" Caleb says.

  "If you have to ask if you're cool, it means you aren't cool," Ethan says.

  "What? Are you for real?"

  "Sorry, kid. Better luck next time."

  Caleb takes a deep breath and sighs, disappointed. It's a silly sort of disappointment, though. It makes me laugh. Ethan grins, too. Caleb smiles, and we're all back to normal. Even Hero barks, excited.

  "Yeah, so," Ethan says, "What's this I hear about some girl? You've got a crush on her or something?"

  "Oh, uh... she's just a friend, really," Caleb says, mumbling.

  "And you really like her," I say, reaffirming what he told me the other day. "She's nice to you, isn't she?"

  "Well, yeah, she's nice, but I don't think she likes me like that."

  "Let's just see about that," Ethan says.

  "What? What do you mean?"

  "You have her number, right? Let's go call her."

  "Yeah, I have her number, but... I mean, she's probably busy or something. She won't want to talk to me right now. She's got art things to do."

  "Fuck, she's one of those art chicks?" Ethan asks. "I can't fucking stand them."

  "She's really good!" Caleb says, defending his crush. "She's different. She doesn't take herself too seriously. It's not like she thinks she's better than everyone or anything."

  "Nah, she's probably bad," Ethan says. "Actually, she's probably the worst. I hate her already."

  "You don't even know her, Ethan!" Caleb says, standing tall. "She's amazing and wonderful and smart and pretty, and..."

  "Fuck, man, if this girl is so amazing, why the fuck are you waiting to ask her on a date? Some other guy's going to do it before you, and then where the fuck does that leave you?"

  "Uh... what?"

  "I'm pretty sure she's the worst," Ethan says, nodding. "If you think she's so fucking perfect, what the hell are you waiting for?"

  "It's not like she's here, though," Caleb says, wavering.

  "You've got her phone number, dude! Call her ass! What the fuck?"

  "I... uh... do you think I should, though?"

  "What the fuck did I just say?"

  "You really should!" I tell him. "I bet she's interested in you but she's shy."

  "I really doubt she's shy," Caleb says. "I don't even think she knows how to be shy."

  "Well, let's find out," Ethan says. "Lead the way to a phone or something. We'll help you out. If she's the worst, don't say I didn't warn you, though. I'm not taking the blame for this."

  "She's not the worst, Ethan! She's the best!"

  They keep fighting and arguing even while Caleb leads us to a log cabin a little bit away from the front office area. I laugh and follow along. Sneaky, very sneakily... I reach for Ethan's hand. He notices, and he grabs my hand in his, holding tight. We walk like that, hand in hand, while Caleb begins to tell us all of the amazing things he likes about Scarlet.

  *** Ashley

  The campground owner's cabin is small, but nice. Caleb opens the door and we s
tep inside, immediately entering an open living room. It takes up most of the first floor, and goes all the way up to the ceiling of the second. Past a partial wall at the far end, I spot a little kitchen nook area.

  "Uh, this is it, here," Caleb says, kind of showing us around.

  Mostly he just waves his hands in the vicinity of the living room, which is basically just a couch, a big screen TV in front of that, and I think there's a bathroom in the back? It looks nice and rustic, but it's very simple, too.

  "Yeah, house, whatever," Ethan says. "Where's the phone, kid? We going to call this girl or what?"

  "I was trying to be polite!" Caleb says, glaring at Ethan.

  "It's a very nice house, Caleb," I say, hoping to defuse the situation.

  "It is pretty cool," Ethan says. "We can hang out here later or whatever. With your new girlfriend. Let's call her first and get her here, then we can figure the rest out. I like your couch, dude. Looks like a great place to pretend to watch a movie and then make out with a girl."

  Caleb was still glaring at Ethan at first, ready to say something in defense of... whatever Ethan said, but now he's pale and he keeps glancing to his feet, then the couch, then strange sidelong looks at Ethan.

  "Um... I really doubt she's going to come here, though," Caleb says. "She's a few hours away. And I don't think she's going to be my girlfriend, Ethan. Not just like that. There's more to it, isn't there? I can't just ask her to watch a movie and then... then... uh... kiss her? On the couch?"

  I kind of agree with Caleb, but Ethan apparently doesn't.

  "What the fuck, why not?" Ethan asks.

  "Uh... because?" Caleb says.

  "That's not even an answer. Seriously, you aren't really this hopeless, are you?"

  "Caleb isn't like you, Ethan," I say. "Maybe he wants to take things a little slower?"

  "I can take things slow," Ethan says, straight-faced.

  That's when I start to laugh. I can't help it! I try to stop, but then Ethan just looks at me even more confused, and that makes me laugh more.

  "Listen," Ethan says, trying to explain himself. "I've gone slow. We've only had like... maybe one or two quickies the entire time we've been doing this whole stepbrother with benefits thing and then the dating thing, too."