Stepbrother With Benefits 15 (Third Season)

by Mia Clark

  "Blackmailing me now, too?" I say, smirking. "Wow. I thought we were friends."

  "Oh, don't pull that. I've seen the way you look at me when we're practicing. Like a sad little puppy dog, Ethan. You just want to cuddle and kiss, but all these girls keep throwing themselves at you and making you do dirty things to them. Poor you."

  I'm really glad that her mom and my dad are heavily engrossed in some discussion about advanced business marketing, because this girl is insane. I kind of like her brand of insanity, though. In a friendly way. Don't get any wrong ideas here. I'm taken.

  I take out my phone and find some pictures of me and Ashley. They're regular ones.

  Brittany takes my phone and ignores the picture I showed her, flipping through to find more. Flip flip flip, and then she stops.

  "Ooh, what's this?" she asks, showing me.

  I didn't even know that was on there. Fuck.

  I'm sleeping in the picture, and Ashley's cuddled up close to me. She must have stolen my phone or something. Our lips are touching, and I guess I'm kissing her in my sleep. It's cute as fuck and not the sort of picture I'd ever want to show to someone else.

  "See?" Brittany says, as if her point is now absolute fact. "You're adorable together, and now you aren't a sad puppy dog anymore."

  "I'm pretty fucking sure I was never a sad puppy dog," I say. Sometimes you need to stand up for yourself and what you believe in, and now is definitely one of those times.

  "Alright," she says. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, and I'll offer you a chance to prove it."

  "I'll do it," I say. "Not that I have to," I add. "Because I don't."

  "Oh, right, of course," she says, sticking her tongue out at me. Whispering, she adds, "Here's the deal. My mom is leaving after this. Word has it that you've got a room to yourself this year, right? You and I will head back to your room privately, and you show me exactly what all the other girls have talked about. I've always been kind of curious, to be honest. Are you as good as they say? I'll even give you as many chances as you want. With or without condoms. I'm on birth control, and I don't do this for just anyone, so it's safe. I won't tell anyone, either. An entire night with me, Ethan. I'll even make the deal sweeter and let you take full control. We can do whatever you want, however you want, wherever you want..."

  "And that's it," she says, whispering softly, sultry and seductive. "No one has to know. You can go back to your girlfriend after, too. What do you think?"

  Fuck.

  Going to be honest here and say that Brittany is really flexible. Like... cheerleader plus gymnast, but high quality at both, flexible as fuck. And the sideboob, which is currently grazing against my arm while she's waiting after whispering to me. And...

  Fuck.

  "Cut it out," I say. "First off, I don't think you're like that. Yeah... you're attractive, Brittany, but you're too nice. I don't think you'd do it. Even if you did do it, I think you'd regret it."

  "Oh, you're thinking about me now?" she asks, amused. "Don't put words in my mouth, Ethan. Answer for yourself."

  "For myself?" I ask. "Easy. The answer is no. I love Ashley. She's fucking amazing. Yeah, the sex is great. More than great. But there's more, and even if no one else would ever know, I'd know, and if I did something like that, I wouldn't be the right person for her anymore. It's like... I get that this sounds stupid coming from me, but you can't just find the right person to be with, right? You need to find them, but you also have to be the right person for them, too. That's how this works."

  "I agree," she says, kissing me on the cheek. "That's also why you're not a sad puppy dog anymore. I'm kind of jealous, actually. Maybe I should have snatched you up for myself while I had a chance!"

  My dad and her mom look over at us. It's the kiss, isn't it? It's just a kiss on the cheek! That's a friendly thing, right? In Europe or whatever they all just kiss everyone on the cheek or something. We're just being European. Stop giving us that look.

  "Are you two alright?" my dad asks.

  "Ethan was just telling me about his beautiful and amazing girlfriend," Brittany says. "I got excited. He's such a nice guy, and I've always hoped he would find someone perfect for him."

  "Aww," her mom says. "That's wonderful. I'm happy to hear it."

  "Ethan? Nice?" my dad asks. "Huh!"

  Wow. Thanks, Dad.

  *** Ashley

  I just need some time alone. It's kind of a luxury that almost no one has in college, though. Everyone always talks about how exciting college life is, how you can meet new people all the time, go out and have fun, party, socialize, and all of that. Yes, it's true that you can do those things, but...

  What if you just need to be alone for a little while? Where do you go? What do you do? The library is quiet, but it's not exactly a place where anyone is alone. There's usually plenty of students studying there, or else people find places far in the back away from prying eyes in order to make out.

  There's a coffee shop by the campus that's mostly nice and quiet, but there's still people coming in and out all the time, and there's other people sitting at tables and enjoying the relatively silent atmosphere, too. You can sometimes find a common room in the dorms that's not occupied, but it's unlikely, and even if you do, more often than not someone will come in soon enough.

  You can never be alone for long, but I just really need to be alone right now. It doesn't help that I feel really lonely, too. I don't know why, because my mom's still here. She's back in my room, helping to unpack some of my things. My roommate, Jacky, and her friend, Kevin, the guy I went to school with are there bringing more of Jacky's belongings up.

  That leaves me with one weird spot where I know no one will be right now. School doesn't start until tomorrow, so it's not like there's any classes, no late studying, no secret trysts. I hope not, at least.

  I head across campus towards the lecture halls. They might be locked, though. I'm not really sure, to be honest. I try the main door, but it's locked. Ugh. Really?

  I don't know what to do now. I walk around the building, aimless, heading towards the back. No one's here right now, but I can hear people nearby. This isn't exactly private, and there's people walking around the streets and past the classroom area towards the dorms. I make it to the back of the building and try the back door, not expecting much. It's unlocked, though. Yes!

  I open the door and step inside quietly. Now that I'm here, I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess I don't really know what I'm supposed to do, either. I step lightly down the halls, but it's too quiet. My footsteps echo and everything sounds louder.

  I walk down a side hall that leads to the women's bathroom. I mean, that's going to be quieter than anywhere else, right? I hope so...

  I go inside, and no one's there. Quickly, I head into one of the bigger stalls in the back, then just kind of crouch in the corner, my back against the wall. This really isn't how I expected to spend my first day back at college.

  It's just... I need to see it. I don't know why. I think this is a bad idea. I know there's nothing I can do right now, and maybe it'll make me feel more angry or embarrassed than I already am, but it's just something I have to do.

  I brought my phone with me, just carrying it, clutched tight in my hand. I put it on my lap, then stretch out my legs and reach into my pocket, pulling out a folded up piece of paper. Slowly, I unfold it, then stare at it for a second.

  It's one of the flyers Jake plastered all over the dorm walls. It's bad, too. The flyer is bad, but the amount of them is just...

  I don't know. They're everywhere! Ugh! I saw them every few feet on my floor, though after awhile they kind of vanished, taken by unknown students. On my way down to the ground floor, I stopped at a few other floors to look and see if there were more, too. And... yes... there's plenty. How wonderful.

  It's not as bad looking at it on my own. I actually really like this picture. I think it's sexy. I wish I'd sent it to Ethan before I deleted it, but I was too embarrassed after what hap
pened with Jake. I like the picture, but it's not like I want everyone else to see it, you know?

  This isn't about the picture right now, though. It's about the website mentioned under it. The website address makes me cringe.

  Ashleyisaslut.com

  I unlock my phone and open up a browser, then carefully type in the website address. I pause before tapping the "go" button. The website takes a second, then fully loads, and...

  Here I am.

  It's my image, front and center, but there's more, too. I scroll down, and there's pictures of the text messages that I accidentally sent to Jake, as well. They were meant for Ethan. I was trying to be dirty and naughty. Our parents were home, but we had decided to keep going. That was when it was just supposed to be for a week. It's been a lot more than that now, and there's so much more to our relationship than what this little snapshot of a text message shows.

  It shows everything I don't want the world to see.

  From Ashley - 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 was so excited at the time. I remember feeling extra naughty when I took the picture. I aimed it just right, so that Ethan could see the side of my body, my breasts, then lower, to my stomach, and my recently shaved sex. He'd shaved it for me himself. I remember the first time we had sex after that. It was the beginning of our stepbrother with benefits relationship.

  He felt so smooth on top of me. Ethan wanted to shave himself, too. He said that it would feel better for the both of us, so slick and soft, our skin pressed together. It sounded exciting, but it felt even more exciting than that. I didn't realize what exactly sex could be like before I was with him...

  My arousal, slick, coating his cock as he thrust hard into me... my pussy squeezing against his shaft. Our arousal mixing, his precum and my slickness, covering our smooth skin, making it so easy for him to just... just press his way inside me, fill me completely, to make me his. I loved the way his abs pressed against me.

  I'd never been with someone like Ethan before. The sensations were... I don't know... they were different. His thrusts were powerful, and with purpose. I used to watch him during football games, saw him running down the field with long, powerful strides, and then here he was using that same power to thrust hard into me. I'd seen, and with more than a little shame... admired... his abs when our parents moved in together and he walked around shirtless after getting out of the pool. We'd just gotten out of the shower then, and so our bodies were wet, his abs glistening, sliding against me, lower abs and pelvis taut and grinding against my clit as he thrust deep inside me.

  And...

  And now everyone knew. They didn't know everything, but they knew the worst. They saw my naked pictures. They saw the text messages I accidentally sent to Jake, saw me trying to be naughty for Ethan, calling him my brother instead of stepbrother. I know that's kind of weird, but it was just sort of exciting, too. It made it more forbidden, more taboo. I really don't know if anyone would understand that. It's not something you can explain to most people.

  I absently scroll down the page of the website, trying to cope and come to terms with what's going on. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do that, but I can't keep stressing out about it, now can I? I mean, I guess I can, but it's not going to help anything. I need to come up with a way to fix this, instead of hiding in a bathroom at my college and pouting.

  Really, though, if anyone has a reason to pout and be upset right now, I think it's me.

  I'm smart, though. I can fix this? Um... maybe... I don't even know how, though.

  After the naked selfie and the text message, there's a little more. It's just some stupid description of the situation from Jake's point of view. He's making stuff up, said that we were just on a break for the summer instead of actually breaking up, and then I texted him all of this to make him jealous. He's trying to say that I did it on purpose, too.

  Ugh! Really? What a jerk!

  At the bottom, the last part of the page before I can't scroll anymore, there's another image. It's just words, and it says:

  Check back later. More coming soon?

  More? Um... how is he going to get more? More naked pictures, or more of something else? More slander and being a douchebag? More of Jake trying to be an asshole and a douche-weasel, as Ethan so aptly called him?

  Wait. Has he hacked into my computer or something? My phone? I really don't see how. I'm careful with email and the internet. I don't even go to shady websites! I mean, um... I maybe occasionally sometimes possibly look at porn sites or erotic story ones, and... I'm just curious!

  You can see a lot of things on those sites, you know? Like the sexy double penetration threesome video I told Ethan about. Or... there's machines... is that weird? You sit on top of them, kind of straddling something that looks like a half-circle, and it vibrates... er... it's called a sybian or something? It's just interesting!

  Also, squirting. I'm not even going to talk about that one. Really, though, is that something anyone can do? Can Ethan and I do it? I guess he'd be doing it to me, but...

  I'm done! I'm not going to think about this anymore! I didn't mean to get off track there, but sometimes girls are curious, right? I'm allowed to be curious. I don't think there's anything wrong with that...

  For Ethan, I guess he doesn't care. He has his own reputation. For girls it's different. You can't just talk about that stuff, or else people think you're some kind of sex freak and a slut and you want to do these things with everyone.

  I really don't. There's a huge difference! I just would be potentially interested in doing them with Ethan, but I love him and he's my boyfriend, so what's so wrong about that?

  He's my stepbrother, too. That's the issue here. Yes, my mom is fine with it, and Ethan's dad is accepting of it, too, but...

  What about everyone else?

  *** Ethan

  My dad and I walk back to the college campus with Brittany and her mom. It's not like this is some planned thing by any of us, but we're all going to the same place, so why not? We got our ice cream, we talked, I told Brittany she needed to lay off because she wasn't getting any of my cock anytime soon.

  That last one was kind of private, because, uh... yeah... parents. I'm not even going to try and explain that to either of them. You just kind of have to say it to a girl sometimes, though, don't you?

  Look. You're sexy. Maybe you're sexy as fuck. And, yeah, you're flexible. Cheerleader gymnast shit. Maybe you're the girl of most guy's dreams, and you're nice and not a huge bitch, so that's always a plus, but...

  You're not the girl of my dreams. I already found her. Sorry. My cock is reserved for Ashley.

  Lips, too. No kissing. Fuck, just everything is reserved. Don't even try it. Maybe hugs are fine. Friendly ones, though. Don't you even dare try grinding your breasts against me. Don't even fucking try it.

  Yeah, that works. It's cool. I've got this all under control.

  We get back to the campus and go our separate ways. Before we do, Brittany says something weird.

  "Good luck, Ethan," she says with a wink. "You're going to need it."

  My dad looks at me. I look at him, too. What the fuck, Dad? I didn't even do anything.

  "Is there something I should know about?" he asks.

  "Yeah," I say. "That girl wants my cock."

  My dad stares at me, one brow raised, with this dumbfounded kind of look on his face. "Well then."

  "Look, I didn't say I was going to give it to her. In fact, I told her I wasn't. I'm a good boyfriend here. I know how to handle situations."

  My dad laughs. "Good. I'm glad. She seemed nice, but you and Ashley have good chemistry together."

  "Yeah," I say. "I agree."

  And you know what? We're about to have better chemist
ry. Earlier was just a warm up, Princess. I'm going to phone fuck the shit out of you as soon as I get back to my room.

  Is that a thing? Fuck if I know. Seriously, though, there's phone sex, right, but what about phone fucking or phone making love? No one ever says that, but does it exist? I really have no fucking clue how you have rough sex over the phone, or how I pin Ashley to the bed like that, tease her pussy with my cock, slide my cockhead across her clit before slapping it lightly with my shaft, and then thrusting hard into her.

  Someone explain this to me. How do you do that? I guess I can just tell her that's what I want to do to her, but I kind of really want to actually do it to her, and I'm frustrated as fuck that I can't.

  You know what else sucks? I gave her a dildo replica of my cock. I'm pretty happy with that. Real fucking good idea. But...

  What the fuck do I have? My hand? Not even the fucking same! Can I get a lifelike replica of her pussy? That's not even the same, either, though. Seriously, how am I supposed to pin a lifelike replica of Ashley's pussy to the bed, tease it with my cock, slide my cockhead across the fake clit before slapping it lightly with my shaft, and then thrusting hard into it.

  Not even the same. Not even close. All the fun of something like that comes with Ashley's reaction. Her responsive as fuck body squirming against mine as she bites down on her bottom lip and lets out a sexy fucking whimper.

  A lifelike replica of a pussy doesn't do that. Unless it does, and then holy fuck, who knew?

  I need to vent my sexual frustration or something. Fuck, I'm never sexually frustrated. I don't know what's happening here. I miss her is the thing.

  I head back to the dorms, take the stairs up, hard, so I can get rid of some of this energy, and then stride with absolute fucking purpose down the hall.

  There's no one here. I don't care. I've got places to be, people to see. Webchat or something. I call Ashley with the face-to-face app as I walk down the hall, and she answers after a couple rings. She's in her dorm room with her mom.