by Mia Clark
"I was talking with my dad," I say. "I don't know how we got onto this, but we were talking about Jake, and I told my dad that he was a dick, and that if I were dating someone like you I'd never do that. He said that I'd done it before already, and that if he was your father he wouldn't want me dating you, or someone like you, either. So there you go. My dad doesn't know, and when he finds out, he's already told me he disapproves, so what's the point?"
"Well, it doesn't really matter, does it?" she asks.
"Uh, yeah, it kind of matters, Princess. I don't want to be the reason why our family is ruined. You and your mom are good people. I don't want to do that to you."
"It's not like we have to tell him," she says. "Maybe it's good that you found out now, so we can keep it a secret."
"I don't want to keep it a secret," I say.
It's true, too. I guess I never realized it before now, but I don't. I thought we should keep it a secret at first, but that was also when I thought this was just going to be a "with benefits" set up for a week. After the week was up, I fully planned on just cutting ties with her. But, yeah, guess what? The week was up yesterday, and we changed our entire agreement. Rule number one, it's only for a week? Yeah, fuck you, rule number one. Get out of here.
A week and a day isn't all that much better, though, and that's what I'm trying to do here, but...
"I don't, either," Ashley says. "We don't have to keep it a secret forever, though. Maybe just for a little while longer?"
"I get it, Ashley," I say. Real talk here, her real name and everything. "I totally understand where you're coming from, but you think my dad's going to change his mind suddenly? You think we even have a lot of time to handle this? What about that douchebag calling the house every day and threatening to fuck shit up?"
"Oh, yeah," she says. "It's something we have to deal with anyways, though, isn't it?"
Fuck. She's right, isn't she? Even if we break up now, we're going to have to tell my dad eventually. Maybe not?
"Your mom could talk to him," I say. "She could tell Jake to fuck off and that he's stupid as fuck and to leave us alone."
"I guess so," Ashley says. "I just... I don't know what's going to happen when I go back to college, either. I'm scared, Ethan."
She curls up against me more, resting her cheek on my shoulder. She's warm. She's way too warm, warmer than anyone has a right to be, and I really like the way she feels when she's touching me. It's soft and sweet and warm and there's a little bit of sensual sexiness there, too. I mean, fuck, we're both almost completely naked, and if I said that wasn't sexy as fuck, I'd be lying.
Also, I'm kind of hard. By kind of, I mean I'm completely hard. I'm just trying to ignore it, you know? Because, let's be serious here for a moment, it's not exactly the best idea to have an erection when you're trying to convince a girl to break up with you.
Ashley's not just any regular girl, though. She's kind of stubborn. Reminds me of myself sometimes. The thought makes me smile.
"Ethan?" she asks.
"Yeah, what's up, Princess?" I say.
"You're hard."
I am, but how does she... oh. Why are you doing this to me, Princess? Ugh.
Sometime between now and uh... awhile ago? Fuck if I know. Anyways, she moved her hand from my chest, down my stomach, to my underwear, which she decided was in the way, so she pulled the front down, and, yeah, she's stroking my cock. Fuck.
Seriously. Fuck.
"What are you doing?" I ask her. "You can't do that shit, Princess."
"Nope, I can," she says. "You're my boyfriend."
"Alright, look, I already told you—"
"Can I give you a blowjob?" she asks.
This is the most difficult question of my life. I literally don't know how to answer this. This is not the sort of thing she's supposed to ask me right now.
"It would make me feel better," she says.
Her? It would make her feel better? What. How does that make sense?
"Oh yeah?" I ask. This is supposed to be more of a question, but do you know how hard it is to think when there's a hand stroking your erection? Try it sometime and get back to me, let me know how that goes. If you don't have a cock, borrow one from someone else.
"Mhm," she murmurs. "Please?"
Holy fuck. Seriously, she doesn't play fair. You know a thesaurus, like a dictionary but for similar words uh... synonyms. Yeah, that's it. Except the opposite, so not synonyms. Fucking... antonyms! That's it. Man, I'm good at this.
Anyways, this is that. Ashley is the antonym of playing fair. The dictionary definition of it.
"Yeah, uh... I mean, go right ahead?" I say, trying to sound casually indifferent. This is hard. Like my cock. Worst analogy ever and I don't even give a fuck. "If you really want to, have a great time."
"Will you have a good time, too?" she asks.
"You're asking me if I'm going to have a good time with you sucking my cock? Is that a real question?"
"Kind of."
"Look, Princess, you do you, and always be yourself. If this is your true calling in life, then have at it. This doesn't change anything, though."
"I will make you change your mind, Ethan Colton," she says, whispering into my ear, sultry as fuck.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yup..."
*** Ashley
I came up here intent on cheering Ethan up, and, um... well, that's exactly what I'm going to do! I kind of also came up here because I couldn't stop thinking about what we did in the restaurant bathroom earlier. Or the game room before that. Or...
There's a lot of times I can't stop thinking about, and while it's true that a lot of them are the sexy kind of memory, they aren't all that, either. There's more, and there will be even more than that in the future, too. We have a lot of memories ahead of us, don't we?
I just... I don't understand sometimes. I don't understand how we're supposed to do this. If it was just us, I know exactly how we'd do it, and we did that exact thing when our parents were away, but with other people around, everything becomes more and more complicated.
My mom is fine with everything. I think she is, at least. But Ethan's dad isn't? I know they have some issues they've been working through, and I realize maybe it's going to take some time, but how much time? How long do we need to keep this a secret?
I kind of want to run away with him. We could, I think. At least for a little while. We could go on a trip to somewhere entirely different and be alone again, where no one would know us or judge us or say we should or shouldn't do something. They'd just smile and nod and we could talk with them and make friends and have fun and enjoy ourselves.
I fully plan on doing that last one no matter what. In fact, I think I'm about to enjoy myself a lot.
Ethan gets a little, um... excited? I haven't really had a chance to give him a proper blowjob since the first time in the shower, and... it was hot. Sexy. Is that weird? I don't know if that's weird. I kind of want to ask Ethan if that's weird, except I don't think it's weird because he likes doing the same sort of thing to me. It just seems weird because why give him a blowjob or have him eat me out if we can just have sex?
Oh my God, did I just think that? Eat me out? I don't know what I'm becoming. A sex freak, maybe. Good girls definitely can't be sex freaks, but I kind of want to be one with Ethan. I want to be a good girl still, though. I want to do well in school and get good grades and...
And I want to give my stepbrother a blowjob.
No, of course there's no disconnect there. Yes, this is completely regular. Um...
I'm weird. It's easier not to think about it. Especially right now.
I slip beneath the blankets, hiding under them like I'm making myself a night fort and hiding from a monster in the dark. Except I'm pretty sure the monster is in the fort with me...
I move between Ethan's legs. He has his underwear on still, but I don't like that. I need free access here! Without saying anything, I slip my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and t
ug on them. He lifts up his hips and lets me slide them down his legs. I toss aside this unnecessary piece of clothing, throwing it off the side of the bed.
Mmm... this is going to be fun. I wonder if I can do it like before? With the trick he taught me?
I just want to feel him in my mouth first. I just want to touch him. Greedy and excited, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke him up and down. I hear a muffled groan from above the covers and Ethan squirms under my smooth strokes.
"Fuck, that's good," he says.
If he thinks that's good, well... I waste no time in going even further. While I stroke him up and down slowly, I open my mouth and take the head of his cock between my lips. No precursor, no warning, just a sudden warm wetness around his cock. I keep stroking him while I suck and lick around his smooth cockhead, tasting the curves near his shaft. His hips buck up, almost pushing more of his cock into my mouth, but I react quick and pull back a little.
After a moment, he calms down and lowers himself to the bed. Ethan? Calm? We'll see about that...
I bob my head down fast and take half of his cock in my mouth before he realizes my plan. He starts to buck his hips up again, but I planned for this, too. My hands push hard against his thighs, keeping him contained. I know Ethan is stronger than me, and if we were in any other position he could probably overpower me easily, but I have the vantage point here.
This is science and math all combined, and while those aren't exactly my best subjects in school, I still excelled in them. Proper angles, physics, fulcrums... who knew these concepts were useful for giving someone a blowjob? Apparently my good girl skills are multi-purposed, which um... I do not think any of my professors at college would approve of this exact use, but they aren't here so what do I care?
I bob up and down on Ethan's cock fast, forcing heavy sensation through his cock. I hum slightly at the same time, because I read something about that. Vibrations? Well, I like vibrations, so...
My tongue licks and laps at the underside of Ethan's shaft, focusing on the tightness between the head of his cock and his shaft. Oh, yes... that's the frenulum... I'm very good at this, apparently. Anatomy, science, math, and sex, all in one? Um, yes please?
It's kind of fun in a weird way. I mean, it's fun giving Ethan a blowjob in and of itself, but it's exciting in a way that I think is weird to get excited about when I consider the fact that I'm using school ideas to do it better. Who knew good grades would be so useful?
Judging by the way Ethan's thrashing on the bed right now, they're very useful, too.
I ease up slightly and move my head back, leaving his cock bereft of my mouth. I take his shaft in one hand and stroke him fast, very fast. Ethan grunts and mumbles incoherently. I think it's incoherent, but to be honest I can barely hear him through the excitement of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
Everything seems so much more right now. We're in complete darkness, and I can't see a thing, so it's like learning to use all the rest of my senses instead. I can feel the tensing of his thighs and the tightening of his stomach, his cock twitching and throbbing in my hand. I can feel his warmth and the warmth of my breath beneath the blankets. I hear him, both his grunting and his body wrestling with the silken sheets on his bed.
The taste of him lingers on my tongue. It's hard to describe what exactly Ethan tastes like, but his cock is smooth and I like the feeling of it in my mouth. If I'm being honest, I kind of like the feeling of it everywhere. It feels perfect in my hand, in my mouth, pressed against my stomach when we're kissing, and then... it feels very very perfect when he's inside me, buried all the way in me, my pussy clenching tight against him, wanting more and more of him.
I can smell him, his heat and his scent. He has a sweet spice to him, like vanilla musk, and at first I thought it was cologne or something, but it's just always there. Ethan has cologne, but he smells amazing without it, too. Who am I to complain about something like that?
I feel him throbbing even more in my hand, growing more excited by the moment. I pick up the pace, stroking him faster and faster, even faster still.
"Holy fuck, Princess, what are you doing to me?" he says with a grunt.
"Do you want me to stop?" I call out from beneath the covers.
I slow down a little and grin. I want to see what he'll do and what he'll say.
"Don't stop," he says, frantic. "Please don't fucking stop. Holy shit, this feels so fucking good, you don't even know."
He did say please, didn't he? I like that he's a bad boy with manners.
I take him into my mouth again. I can taste more of him now, the slick arousal of his precum lubricating the head of his cock. I mix it with the wetness of my mouth and trail it along his cock with my tongue, enjoying the taste. It's a little sweet and a little something more, and I completely adore it. I'm insatiable, I want more, I must have it.
Oh, Ethan, do you want to give it to me, too? I grin imagining his answer.
His thighs tense even more, squeezing against me. I stroke him while I lick and suck on the head of his cock. I want to try more now, but I realize this isn't exactly the best position. The shower was easier to take all of him into my mouth, because of how we were positioned at the time, but um... I can try, right?
I make a fist with my left hand and squeeze my thumb in it. I lower myself as far as I can onto Ethan's cock, taking as much of him as possible in my mouth. I feel him pressing against the back of my throat, and I try to take more of him, but I was right and we just aren't in a very good position for it. Still, I have a lot of him in my mouth. I think I like it. I think I like it a lot.
I ease back up and then go back down, taking as much of him as I can again. My tongue licks around his shaft, teasing at his pulsing veins. He's so very very close, I can tell, and I want to make him even closer, more than close.
I take my free hand and the next time I push down as far as I can onto his cock, I cup his balls lightly in my palm and then massage and roll them in my fingers. They tighten and tense in my hands, just like his thighs next to me. His cock twitches and throbs even more in my mouth.
Mmm... yes. Please, Ethan? I beg him with my mouth, but without words. I coax him with my tongue and my lips and my hand.
"Holy fuck I'm—"
He doesn't have a chance to say more before his words become a wild mess of contradiction. I have no idea what he's saying, but to be honest I'm barely even listening. I'm preparing. I am ready! Yesss...
Ethan explodes, giving into his baser needs. His body tightens, all of his muscles tense and restricted, and then all of a sudden I feel it. My lips are wrapped around the head of his cock as he starts to cum, but I push myself down his shaft, taking as much of him in as I can. I feel the first splash of him against the roof of my mouth. As I tease and massage his balls, I feel another jet of cum roll across my tongue, and then one more splashing against the inside of my cheek. I hold his orgasm in my mouth, continuing to suck and bob up and down on his cock.
He's done. He's not cumming anymore, but I keep going. I go more, refusing to stop, waiting for...
Ethan starts to squirm and laugh and he tries to grab me but I'm still under the covers. I keep going, knowing full well he's too sensitive right now. It's fun, though. I like it a lot and I want to make him feel me and remember everything. Finally he realizes the only way to stop me is to pull the blankets off completely, so in one smooth sweep he does exactly that.
I was warm and hidden beneath the blankets but now I'm exposed to the cool air of his room. He sneaks away from me, managing to pull me out from between his legs, and then he lifts me up and onto his chest. He tries to kiss me, but I turn my head away at the last minute so he kisses my cheek instead.
Careful, I open my mouth and say, "I still haf your cum in my mouf."
"Oh yeah?" he asks. I can feel his smirk against my cheek as he kisses me. "What are you going to do with that?"
I answer him by doing it. I lick my lips, and I swallow, and then I lick my lips again
. Quick, before he can stop me, I turn back and I kiss him. He seems surprised at first, but then he kisses me back. Our tongues fight with one another for dominance, but I'm pretty sure Ethan's tongue wins. His hands reach behind me and squeeze my butt hard, pulling me tight against him.
"You swallowed, huh?" he asks.
"Mhm," I murmur. "You taste good."
"Do you know how fucking hard you make me, Princess?" he asks, laughing.
"I think I have a pretty good idea..." I say, trailing off.
I can still feel him, his erection between my legs. It's not as hard as it was when I had him in my mouth, but it's still plenty hard. The head of his cock pokes and prods at my sex, but I've still got my panties on.
Apparently Ethan doesn't like that, because...
Before I realize it, he sneaks past my defenses, pulls my panties to the side, and then pulls me down onto his cock. I fall easily, becoming impaled on his cock even easier. Really, it's the easiest thing in the world. It's basically perfect. It's...
I let out a gasp, not expecting this, but really really enjoying it. He's not as hard as before, and I don't know if he's going to stay hard for long, but I want to revel in the feeling of him inside me while I still can.
"What... what are you doing?" I ask him.
"I fucking love being inside you," he says. "Seriously, I can't get enough of it."
"I just gave you a blowjob," I remind him, grinning and kissing him quick.
"Yeah, so?"
"You sure do like sex a lot," I say to him.
"Yeah, so?"
I lift my hips up a little and then move back down. Mmm... this is nice. I wiggle my hips when he's all the way inside me and settle down even more. I feel Ethan twitch and throb.
"I want to make love to you," I tell him.
"This feels really nice," he says. "Perfect as fuck, Princess, don't get me wrong. I'm just going to need a little time here."