by Mia Clark
"I didn't say that!" he squeaks, turning to face me. "Of course she's attractive. Ethan... she's pretty hot, uh... I mean, you know that, and you're dating her. I'm not... I didn't mean that! I didn't mean it like that, I mean. I don't know what I mean."
I slam the laptop screen down, hiding Ashley's perfect as fuck body from his view. Mine!
"See?" I say to him. "Exactly my point. You're going to get bad ideas, Caleb. You're going to go back to your room and do shit I don't even want to fucking think about you doing."
"You do realize I have my own laptop?" Caleb says. "I can go back to my room and do that already, no matter what."
Fuck. "Alright, look, I'll make a deal with you," I say.
"I'm glad you're being reasonable now," Caleb says.
"Go to your room. It's right down the hall, right? How the fuck did that work out. Are you stalking me?"
"What? Of course I'm not stalking you. They randomly assigned the rooms."
"Whatever," I say with a shrug. "So, yeah, go to your room, get your laptop, and bring it to me. I'll keep it here until the website is gone. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm going to need your phone, too. And you can't use the library computers, either."
"You can't be serious," Caleb says, staring at me with this perplexed as fuck look in his eyes.
"I kind of want to be deadly fucking serious right now, Caleb. I need this website down. It should have never gone up. How did this even happen?"
"Well, Ethan," Caleb says, like a smart-ass. "It's called the internet. It's created by a series of wires and tubes, and people can use it to post information, images, and movies online so that others can view them. It's actually pretty revolutionary, and there's never been anything like it before. It's existed for awhile now. Longer than either of us have been alive, actually. Crazy, huh?"
"Thanks, asshole."
"Honestly it's just probably something to do with the host he's using. They probably don't have rules against pornography."
"Holy fuck, are you serious? This is Ashley we're talking about, Caleb. This isn't pornography."
Seriously, though, holy fuck. Pornography? Ashley? Yeah, My Little Perfect Princess can get a little freaky and kinky sometimes, but...
No pornography. That's a hard limit for me. Wait, what if I'm her co-star? I mean, I'm kind of her co-star right now, right? How much money can we make from that? Why am I even thinking this? We don't even need money. It's just kind of an interesting idea, you know?
It's not like I ever put a lot of thought into it, but how awesome would it be to be able to say I'm dating a porn star? This needs some more thought, though. I can't just rush into this. This is definitely something I need to think through.
If we ever did that, it'd just be me. No porn with anyone else. What about lesbian porn? Ugh. Fuck. This is complicated. I'd need to talk about it with Ashley.
And... fuck, if we made a porno, that sort of means that it'd be available for others to see, right? What if it's blurred out? Faces or what? I don't know if I like that, because this stupid fucking website shows everything but Ashley's face, and I'm still kind of pissed about what it's showing, so how would I feel if we starred in some porn where they blurred our faces but everyone can still see her perfect as fuck body.
What if we get bad reviews, too? I doubt it'd be a lot, because, yeah, pretty fucking sure we have amazing sex and it'd be the best, but there's always that one asshole who just likes to tear everyone down for stupid shit. That'd piss me off so fucking bad, you don't even know.
"Ethan? Were you even listening to me?"
"Yeah," I say.
"What do you want to do then?" he asks.
"Alright, look, I wasn't actually listening," I say. "Sorry?"
Caleb sighs. "The website is hosted by someone. Probably someone with looser restrictions. There's plenty of those, since porn websites need hosting servers, too, you know? If you find out who hosts the website, we can file a complaint with them and get the site taken down."
"Sounds good," I say. "Let's do that."
"I need to see the site, though," Caleb says.
"What the fuck, why?"
"How else am I going to find out anything about it?" he asks, exasperated.
Look, don't you get all fucking exasperated with me, Caleb. Only Ashley is allowed to do that, and even then I prefer to think of it as being sassy, because that's kind of sexy. Exasperated? Yeah, not even remotely attractive? Sassy? Fuck yes, give me more, Princess.
Caleb's kind of weird, but he's never going to be anyone's princess. Unless Scarlet's into that kind of thing. Whatever, I won't judge.
They're not even fucking dating how. How weird is that? Grow a pair, Caleb. Ask Scarlet out and stop trying to stare at naked pictures of my girlfriend on the internet.
I probably won't say that to him right now, though. Later. Once this website business is dealt with. Yeah, that's it.
"Fine," I say. "Just... uh... fuck, man, turn around for a second, alright?"
"I guess?" Caleb says, turning around, his back to me.
I open my laptop again and try to figure this out. If I just... right there... and...
"Alright, you can look," I say.
Caleb turns back around and leans down to investigate.
"Uh..." he says, giving me a look.
"What?" I ask him, snappy.
"I can't really see anything," he says. "Your hand is in the way."
"You're damn fucking straight my hand is in the way," I say. "I'm covering the important parts. I'm protecting Ashley's purity or something."
Yeah, so, my hand is up against the laptop screen, fingers spread out, attempting to hide everything important. This is difficult for me, because there's just so many sexy things about Ashley.
Of course I go for the basics. Her breasts are hidden beneath the heel of my hand, and nipples along with them. My fingers are spread so that her pussy is basically covered beneath the V of my middle finger and ring finger. Her legs are sexy as fuck, too, and I need to try and cover those, but in the picture her knees are up off the bed, with her feet tucked close to her ass, so this is kind of hard.
I curl my fingers a little to try and cover her thighs, but in doing so I give away the barest peek at her pussy. Fuck. I move my fingers back. What about her neck, too? Necks can be sexy as fuck sometimes, also. You just want to fucking... suck on them. Kiss the fuck out of them. Feel her moan vibrate in her throat while you're kissing her there? I love that.
Also, sideboob. While Ashley's breasts aren't exactly enormous, the picture is kind of big, so there's some obvious sideboob issues going on here. This picture takes up most of the fucking screen, so...
I try to shift my hand this way and that, and it's just a huge fucking mess and I'm angry as fuck right now.
"Fuck you, Caleb," I say.
"What?" he asks, confused. "What did I even do!"
"Nothing. Fuck off. What do I do now? What do you need to find?"
"It's kind of hard to see anything with your hand in the way."
"Just tell me," I say.
"Uh... scroll down, I guess?" he says.
"You guess? I need you to have a little more faith in yourself than that."
"Yeah, well... the bottom. There should be a little more information in the footer of the webpage. It might help."
It might help? Might, as in maybe, or maybe not. Why the fuck did I agree to this again?
I start to scroll down, but I realize the error of my ways shortly after. My hand was covering the picture as it was, but scrolling down opens it up completely, and now my hand isn't covering anything except the bottom of my bed in Ashley's picture.
Pretty fucking sure no one cares about the bottom of a bed, though. The bottom of a bed isn't sexy.
Yeah, and, so, Caleb gets an eyeful. Fucking A...
"Holy fuck," he says, completely un-Caleb-like. Who is he learning this shit from? "Is that really Ashley? She's hot..."
"Yeah, thanks," I say. "Shut the fuck up."
I keep scrolling down, and eventually Ashley's picture isn't even on the screen anymore. Why didn't we start like this? I blame Caleb. Next up is the image of the text message she sent, which, uh... yeah, who the fuck cares if Caleb sees that? Have fun with it, kid.
"Huh," he says after reading the screenshot of Ashley's text.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"That's kind of weird, isn't it?" he asks. "She wants to suck her brother's cock?"
"Me," I say. "She wants to suck my cock. I'm her stepbrother, remember?"
"I know, but just the way she said it..."
"Are you a virgin, Caleb?" I ask.
I'm not trying to be an asshole here, but this is important.
"What!" he says. "No?"
"Is that an answer or what? Yes or no?"
"No," he says. "I'm not. I..."
"Look, I don't need the specifics. I just wanted to know," I say. "Sometimes if you're having sex, you just want to say some stuff, and it's exciting at the time. You don't always want to actually do it, alright? For example, here's some protips for you, free of charge: if a girl tells you to spank her, you should do it, but if she says to do it harder after, you need to think real fucking hard how hard she means, because it might seem exciting at the time, and she might want a little pain with her pleasure, right? I can guaran-fucking-tee you that if you spank her too hard, not only will she stop having sex with you immediately, she's probably not going to want to have sex with you again."
"What if she's a masochist?" Caleb asks. "Maybe she's into that kind of thing. You never know, Ethan."
"Get the fuck out of my room. What are you, a psychologist?"
"I'm majoring in Hospitality, but I really don't think a psychologist would be dealing with a consensual BDSM relationship like that. There's just no reason to go to one if that's the case."
Is he serious? I stare at him, trying to figure this out, and... I still have no fucking clue.
I mean, maybe he's right. Some girls are into that kind of thing, I'm sure. Who am I to judge?
"Fine," I say. "Yeah, maybe she might like it, but you need to make sure beforehand. Also, you shouldn't date a girl like that, Caleb. She'd eat you alive."
"I... I could be dominant!" Caleb says. It's kind of cute.
"Sure, kid, whatever you say."
"Really, though, maybe I could be? You're still going to help with the—"
My door opens abruptly, and some insane chick just waltzes right the fuck in. It's Scarlet, by the way. Just in case you weren't sure of which insane chick I was talking about. It's always going to be Scarlet.
"Help with what?" Scarlet asks.
"N-nothing!" Caleb stammers.
"Oh, is that the website?" she asks, looking at my laptop.
She just skips right on over and checks it out for herself.
"Oooh, that's kinky," she says, reading the text message screenshot. "Way to go, Ashley!"
"Caleb, are you going to figure out how we find this hosting service or whatever you were talking about?" I ask him, trying my best to ignore Scarlet. Not that ignoring her ever did me any good in the past, but maybe it'll work now.
"Yeah, uh... you just have to..."
I'm not paying attention. I have a wireless mouse to go along with my laptop, but I was using the mousepad on my laptop before. This is unfortunate.
Scarlet takes my mouse in hand, and scrolls up to the top of the website. Ashley's naked selfie is in view again, taking up basically the entire screen. I don't realize this at first, but when I see Caleb open-mouthed staring over my shoulder, uh... yeah, what else would he be staring at?
Scarlet looks, too. Not quite staring, I guess, but she seems appreciative. What the fuck?
"Ashley took this photo on her own?" Scarlet asks. "I really like the lighting. The angle is excellent, too. She did a great job. It's very artistic. It's got a nice amateur feel to it, though. A little gritty and raw. I think that's a nice quality. A lot of photographers try to make their pictures as crisp and clear as possible, but I find they end up looking unrealistic. This picture doesn't just have a great attractiveness to it, but it's got that gritty and realistic feel that adds something even more profound. I'm impressed."
"She's fucking naked, Scarlet," I say. "Stop staring."
"I'm admiring art, Ethan," Scarlet says, sassing me. "Fuck you."
"Yeah," Caleb says. "Me, too! I'm admiring art. Really hot naked art."
"Caleb," Scarlet says, glaring at him. "If you ever look at this picture again, we can't be friends anymore."
"What do you mean?" he asks, confused, with some sad as fuck puppy dog look in his eyes.
"I can see it in your eyes," she says to him. "I can see it, Caleb."
"See what?" I ask. Because... yeah... I don't know if I see it. What am I supposed to be seeing?
Scarlet glares at me now, too. What the fuck bullshit is this?
"I can't believe you were showing this to Caleb," she says to me.
"He wanted to see it! He was practically begging me to show him."
"I did not!" Caleb says. "I was trying to help."
"What's that, then?" Scarlet asks, looking down.
"I swear to fucking god, Caleb, if you have an erection..."
"I don't! What the heck, I swear, I..."
Scarlet just reaches out and cups Caleb's crotch in his hands. Uh... whoa...
"If you didn't have one before, you're about to have one soon," I say, smirking. "Can you two go back to Caleb's room and do that?"
Scarlet blushes and pulls her hand away. Yeah, the girl who just grabbed a guy's crotch to check if he had a hard-on is blushing. Well then...
"I just don't like the way you were looking at Ashley's picture," Scarlet murmurs.
"Sorry," Caleb mumbles. "I didn't mean to."
"What the fuck?" I say. Seriously, I have no fucking clue.
Also, the picture is still front and center on my laptop. Let's just fix that, shall we? I scroll down fast, all the way to the bottom. Footers or whatever the fuck. Caleb mumbles and says something or other to Scarlet, then they both come over to help. I think that's what's going on. I don't know if these two can help me or if they just need to go somewhere private and fuck the shit out of each other.
I know Caleb needs to get laid. I thought Scarlet was fine on that front, but maybe she needs some cock right about now, too. It happens.
"There," Caleb says, pointing. "He didn't remove it. I probably could have found it by doing a WHOIS search online, but this is easier. I can file a complaint a little easier this way."
"Who is search what?" I ask.
"It's... nevermind," Caleb says. "It's just a way to find out who owns a website or who is hosting it."
"So you're saying you didn't actually have to look at the website to complain and get it taken down?"
"I mean, technically... no," Caleb says. "It's just easier sometimes, I swear! I wasn't doing anything weird!"
"Just staring at pictures of my naked girlfriend and my stepsister."
"It's the same person, Mr. Moneybags," Scarlet points out.
"Fuck off, Scarlet."
*** Ashley
My mom, Jacky, and I do our nails together. It ends up being a little more trouble than its worth. They always make it seem so easy online, don't they? I mean, really, even though we follow the instructions we found on Pinterest exactly, I'm not sure our nails look the same.
They look pretty good, don't get me wrong, but...
"What's that one supposed to be again?" my mom asks me, pointing to my index finger on my left hand.
"It's a shooting star," I say.
It's just that one finger on each hand that's different. The rest are a dark blue background with little sparkles of stars dabbed on here and there. I was supposed to add glitter to the center before they dried, to make it even more sparkly, but we didn't have any.
"Oh," my mom says, sounding kind of weird.
"What's that supposed to me
an?" I ask her. "What did you think it was?"
"Oh, it's nothing," she says, dismissive, but the way she says it makes me think it's definitely not nothing. She looks like she's about to laugh, too.
Ugh! Really, Mom?
"You know what it looks like?" Jacky says, then without waiting for anyone to respond, she adds, "It's kind of like when you find bird poop on your windshield. It's that same color white, and it's even smeared sort of the same way as when that happens."
My mom starts to crack up, even though she's trying to hide it, too. I glare at her, but she just shrugs it off.
"I wasn't going to say anything," my mom says.
"I don't even understand either of you," I say. "Why would there be bird poop randomly in the night sky? The rest of my nails are definitely a starry night sky."
"Or a snowy day," my mom says quickly.
Jacky shrugs. "Bird poop on a snowy day?"
They both start cracking up and laughing. Well, their nails aren't any better! Actually, my mom's look really nice, but she cheated and just went with some simple stripe patterns. It's not like it's hard to make stripes, now is it? So, yes, that's cheating.
Mine would look better with glitter, too. They'd have the appropriate sparkle, and then this would never have happened, because honestly what kind of bird poop sparkles? None that I've ever heard of.
"You're both dumb," I say. "We need to get glitter next time."
"They look nice, though," my mom says. "I'm sure everyone will love them. I like them, too, but I'm a little strange sometimes."
"You can't just say you're strange to get out of this," I say. "You said my shooting star looked like bird poop, Mom."
"Well... technically Jacky said that," my mom counters.
"Hey!" Jacky says. "I was just trying to help."
"You're both dumb," I repeat.
It's fine, though. Kind of fine, I guess. I'm not going to worry about it. Actually, I'm going to do the opposite of worry about it. I grab my phone and take a picture of my nails, then text it to Ethan.
What do you think?
He texts back after a few seconds, but it's just...
Cute
That's it? Just cute? Um...
I don't know why, but I feel weird now. Kind of worried, actually. Maybe I shouldn't be. It's not like this is a big deal. I texted him a picture of my nails, and he said they looked cute. That should be good enough. Right?