Stepbrother With Benefits 15 (Third Season)

by Mia Clark

  "You said there's girls only floors with only women's bathrooms, right? And the showers are in there. So... if I need to go to the bathroom or take a shower, I have to go to an entirely different floor? What's up with that?"

  "Technically, but..."

  And this started an entire conversation about sneaking into bathrooms. Where the showers were compared to the toilets and sinks. How everything worked.

  I should probably add that most girls don't mind if a cute boy just so happens to be in the bathroom with them, at least as long as his girlfriend is there, too. I mean, technically it's not allowed, and someone could always complain, but...

  It doesn't usually happen? Actually, what usually happens is that the girls all flock around him and start talking with him. It's weird. Bathrooms are sort of an intimate place, right? But it's weird to have a single guy in there, because who knows what he's doing? Weird!

  A guy with a girlfriend is apparently perfectly fine. That's what I've been told. I never really thought it was fine before, but it happened a few times last year. I can maybe sort of understand, since a guy with a girlfriend, especially one who is in the bathroom with him at that exact moment, isn't really a threat, you know? He's mostly just eyecandy, especially if he just came out of the shower and he's shirtless with sexy wet muscles, and, um...

  Ethan definitely has sexy wet muscles. I don't know how I feel about this. Do I want to show him off, or do I want to keep him for myself and never let anyone else see him?

  "What about the showers exactly? How big are they?"

  "Why are you even asking me this, Ethan?"

  "Oh, I have my reasons, Princess. Don't worry about it."

  That's what he said then. Now I know what he was thinking. Or, at least a little bit of what was on his mind.

  "Are you ready yet or what?" Ethan asks me.

  When I came into the bathroom, thankfully no one was here. I looked everywhere, too! You can never be too careful. I checked all the bathroom stalls, listened for anyone in the showers, and... nope.

  Just so you know, since Ethan was so dreadfully curious, too, when you come into the bathroom, the main bathroom part is on the right, where all the toilet stalls, sinks, and mirrors are. There's a small, separate hallway sort of thing on the left that goes to the open room with the showers. There's six main shower stalls, which isn't exactly a lot, and sometimes there's a line to use them if you try to shower in the morning.

  At night, though...

  And, right now it's basically night time, so...

  "I'm cleaning it!" I say, shushing Ethan.

  "Princess, it's a shower," he says.

  "I know, and usually I just wear flip flops, but that's not going to work right now."

  "What about thongs?" he asks. "What's up with that? I read your school's preparation sheet or whatever the fuck and it mentioned wearing thongs in the shower? Seriously, who wears their underwear in the shower? That's kind of sexy, actually. Fucking... all wet and see-through... fuck... I could be into that, actually."

  "They meant flip flops," I say, laughing. "It's the same thing. Just a different word."

  "Pretty fucking sure a thong isn't a flip flop, Princess."

  "Are you really going to argue with me about this?" I ask him.

  "Yeah," he says, all cool and smooth.

  Ugh. I hate when he does this. It's kind of sexy, and I don't like it. He's arguing with me on purpose just to tease me!

  "Look it up," I tell him. "Go to a dictionary website and look up thong. It should say something about, um... a shoe with a strip of leather passing through toes, and..."

  That'll keep him busy for a second. I'm almost done here! If he would just be patient...

  It does keep him busy. I finish quickly, too. Then Ethan comes back.

  "Huh. What the fuck? It really is a flip flop."

  "I told you!" I say, laughing.

  "Who the fuck knew?"

  "Um, I did?"

  "Yeah, you don't count, Princess. You know everything."

  The way he says it is kind of cute and adorable and sweet. I blush a little. Thankfully he can't see it, because he'd make fun of me for blushing right before I'm about to, um... well, you'll find out in a second.

  "I'm ready, by the way," I say.

  "Oh yeah?"

  "Uh huh..."

  I hang up on him, because it's kind of fun. I don't know why I like hanging up on him. I don't actually like it in a mean way, it's just sort of oddly empowering, you know? Also, I call him right back, but this time with the face-to-face app.

  "Wow," he says, answering almost immediately, giving me a shake of his head. "You hung up on me."

  I stick my tongue out at him. "Nyah!"

  "Stick that tongue out at me again and see what happens, Princess," he says, grinning.

  I do, I stick it out again. "What are you going to do about it?" I ask.

  "You're in for it now," he says. "I'll keep your tongue and the rest of your mouth so fucking busy this weekend... don't even tempt me."

  I tempt him by sticking my tongue out one more time, and then I slip my phone into a clear ziplock bag and shut it tight. I double and triple check the seal just in case, but, yes, it's definitely sealed completely.

  "Now, shhh," I tell him. "Don't be too loud. Not even a little bit."

  "Yeah, yeah," he says. "I know. Now get in the shower, you fucking minx."

  "Oooh, minx? I kind of like that," I say, winking at him.

  There's still no one else in the bathroom, thankfully. Hopefully no one will be here for any of my shower, but I guess that's one of the risks I'm about to take. I'll be in the shower, so it probably won't matter too much, except it's more about what I'll be doing in the shower.

  Need I remind you, this was Ethan's plan? Uh huh...

  The showers here are pretty big. Not nearly as big as the showers at the campground we went to over the summer, but they're more than big enough for two people to stand in comfortable. To be honest, you could probably fit four people in here if you really wanted, but it'd be a little cramped.

  There's a small ledge on the far end of each shower where you can put your things. Mostly body wash, shampoo, conditioner, or if you're going to shave your legs, that kind of stuff. I have a cute little carrying case for all of my shower essentials, too. It's pink. My mom and I got it along with some of my other back to school stuff.

  I put everything on the ledge, except for the phone. Also, I brought duct tape. That last one is weird, but no one noticed. I kind of hid it in with the rest of my stuff. It's a big carrying case.

  I hang my towel up on the hook behind the showerhead, then quickly strip off my clothes and put them on the ledge away from where the water will be. Everything is going according to plans so far.

  Ethan's just watching me, almost fascinated. He can't see much, because I put my phone on the ledge while I set everything up, but I guess there's a certain allure to that, too. Mystery and intrigue!

  "Alright, um... are you ready?" I ask him.

  "I think the better question is, are you ready?" he counters.

  I hold the phone in the bag lower, to show him, then I slowly tease my fingers across my pussy. I'm definitely ready. I've been ready this entire time. I guess it seems weird to get excited over cleaning a shower, but it was what comes after the cleaning that did it. Anticipation, excitement, both of them building, coming to a slow boil, and...

  Mmhmm...

  I mean, I'm not about to have an orgasm anytime soon, but if Ethan were here with me, he could certainly fuck me in the shower without much in the way of foreplay. Foreplay is always appreciated, but sometimes you just want to have a quickie, too.

  Before Ethan, I always thought sex should be carefully crafted into some romantic event of epic proportions, and, um... well, now I think it's sometimes fun to just get lost in the moment without having to worry about every single detail.

  I'm about to get lost in a moment is basically what I'm saying. Except for the sh
ower cleaning thing. Just forget that I cleaned this shower beforehand, alright? I really only cleaned the bottom and the back, because I'm about to sit down and lean back, and...

  I duct tape the phone to the side of the shower wall, making sure it gives Ethan a good view of what's going on. He grins at me, watching me intently.

  "You, too," I say. "Naked. Now."

  "Don't have to tell me twice," he says.

  "No more talking," I say.

  He nods and smirks at me.

  The shower curtain is drawn, the phone is in place, and I am ready. I turn the shower on, hiding in the corner until cool water becomes warm, and then steamy and hot. Most definitely steamy and hot.

  I twist the showerhead so that it's not pointing directly at me, then I sit down slowly, my back to the wall. I spread my legs, feet pressing against the opposite wall of the shower stall. Ethan gazes at me with admiration and approval. This is a sexy kind of admiration, though.

  Even though the shower isn't pointing right at me, there's plenty of water. It starts dripping towards me, splashing off the walls, cascading over my bare, naked body. I tease my hands up my sides, then move to cup the undersides of my breasts. Ethan's grin grows even wider as he watches me from the phone protected inside the plastic bag in front of me.

  I reach over towards the ledge and grab my body wash. Squeezing some out into my hands, I rub them together and lather it up, then press it against my stomach and up towards my breasts. Slow and languorous, enjoying the heat of the shower and the slickness of my body wash, I run my hands around my breasts in a circle. I move them slowly in, watching Ethan's eyes progressively growing wider and wider until I reach my nipples. Then I open my mouth and let out a tiny little gasp as I tweak my nipples between my fingers and my thumbs, rolling them around in gentle circles.

  Ethan props up the phone on his desk and moves back. He's sitting on his chair, watching me. Entirely naked, too, just like me. In front of him, throbbing in his lap, his cock bounces straight up. He wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking himself slowly while he watches me wash my breasts and tease myself for him.

  I slide my hands over my chest, tempting him. Squeezing my breasts close together, I push them tight so that they look bigger and more enticing. He strokes himself a little faster then, eager and excited. Oooh, yes, this really is fun, isn't it?

  I admit I kind of had my doubts at first? I mean, really, how did he expect me to let him watch me shower? Also, shower was kind of a code word for... not showering... I don't actually shower like this, usually. It's good to clean every part of yourself, but I'm pretty sure my nipples and breasts don't actually need this much attention on an everyday basis.

  Ethan would probably disagree with me. He would probably volunteer to spend as much time as possible paying them heavy attention, but we can't just stay in the shower all day, now can we? Really now!

  Right now we can have some fun, though. I like it.

  I run my hands lower, trailing down my stomach. I leave soap and suds in my wake, a slippery path heading towards my pubis. Each of my hands goes even lower still, traveling down my thighs and towards my knees. When I get to my knees, I turn back, shifting to the inside of my thighs. One hand goes further than that, dipping down to toy with my pussy, spreading open my lower lips.

  Ethan strokes himself a little faster now. I can tell he's holding off, waiting, watching me. He's enjoying the show, and I have to admit I'm kind of enjoying giving it to him, too. It's different, and I like it a lot. This isn't something we've ever done before. We've done plenty of things in the shower, just nothing like this.

  Since we're apart, I guess it's fun to get creative, though...

  I play with my pussy, sliding my slippery, soap covered fingers up and down my labia. I like the way it feels, all slick and wet, made even more slick and wet by the shower and the body wash. I rub quickly at my clit, feeling an intense rush of sensation. I close my eyes to revel in the feeling, but not before I look and notice Ethan staring at me with rapt intensity, his hand rhythmically stroking his cock for me, up and down, up, down, mmmm...

  I tease one finger inside of me, and then another. It's nice. It's not as full or as nice as Ethan's cock, but... sometimes you have to make do with what you have at hand, right?

  I pull my fingers out, and move them back to my clit, rubbing lighter this time. Light becomes a little more, and a little more than that. I peek open one eye and see Ethan still watching me, still excited for me. The head of his cock glistens with his arousal, and it's all for me.

  The bag is getting a little wet, but it's just the outside. So far, there's no steaminess going on. Still... I need to finish this before things get too complicated.

  I should probably admit that I kind of want to finish it because I'd like to have an orgasm, too. Um...

  I stroke my clit again, teasing myself more and more. My legs tense and tighten. I like this position, actually. It's... I don't know how to explain it, really, but with my legs pressed hard against the opposite shower wall, the muscles in my thighs and calves tensing, and my core squeezing, too, it's like it's all tightening even more.

  I push two fingers inside me fast, thrusting in and out, gathering speed before moving them back to my clit. I'm close. Kind of close. A little more... a little faster...

  I hear something. It's someone, really. The door to the women's bathroom opens. I hear the telltale squeak of the hinges, then the sound of footsteps walking over the tiled floor. It's not like this is strange or anything, because it's kind of one of the hazards of, um... doing what I'm doing?

  That's actually why Ethan suggested it. He's weird. I think he takes immense pleasure in making me squirm, and honestly I kind of like when he does it, too. This time, though...

  Well, I still like it, but I need to be careful! I don't exactly want anyone to figure out what I'm doing in here.

  I'm supposed to be a good girl, remember?

  Ethan catches me staring at the shower curtain and realizes what's going on. He starts grinning uncontrollably at me while I tease and torment my clit with my fingers. He holds a finger up to his mouth as if to say that I need to be quiet.

  I mouth the words "I know!" at him, and he starts to laugh.

  Oh no...

  The laugh isn't too loud, and it's somewhat short lived, but the sound echoes through the shower and into the rest of the bathroom. The acoustics in here are pretty good. It always seems like everything's louder in a restroom, don't you think?

  Yup, and, well... that's not very good right now.

  I cough to try and mask the sound, except I'm still masturbating over here, and it still feels good, so my cough kind of comes out like this:

  Ahemmmmmm... ohhhh.

  This is a totally regular way to cough, I assure you! Or not really, but I hope the other person in the bathroom with me doesn't realize what's going on.

  I hesitate for a second, listening, but Ethan distracts me. He distracts me with his cock, because that's just the kind of bad boy he is. He strokes himself faster, apparently taking extreme pleasure in my current predicament. I can see his cock flexing and throbbing in his hands, almost as if it's twitching and trying to free itself from his grip. It's like it has a mind of its own, and it wants to give me everything it has to offer.

  I like when it does that, too. I like when Ethan claims me, his cock deep inside me, and I can feel him tensing, his shaft trembling, the head of his cock growing a little bigger, a little more, until he fills me completely, jet after jet of his cum splashing inside me.

  This kind of catches me off guard, the daydream and remembrance becoming so vivid along with the lovely sensation of my fingers dancing across my clit. I find myself stroking faster and faster, wanting to cum with Ethan, wanting to feel my pussy clenching around his cock and squeezing every last drop of his orgasm into me.

  I open my mouth, but no sounds come out. Not yet, at least. I'm about to cum... so very very close, and...

  Ethan cums firs
t, but I'm a very close second. As soon as I see the first jet of whiteness jolt up and onto his deliciously sexy abs, I start to climax, too. My body shakes, but I clench myself in place, my feet pressing hard against the opposite shower wall. I feel like I'm about to break the wall down, that's how strong everything seems. My body bucks, hips wriggling against the slick, wet tiles beneath me. The shower becomes an afterthought, as does the other person in the restroom with me.

  Um, this probably isn't a good thing?

  I let out a lusty gasp, followed by a delighted moan. Through half-lidded eyes, I gaze at Ethan as he keeps cumming. It's one strong first jet, followed by another smaller one, then one more. He keeps stroking himself, and soon his cum leaves a creamy trail along his shaft and over his fingers. I kind of wish I could pick up my phone and lick the screen so I could lick it off for him and clean him up.

  I catch myself in a sort of hazy daydream, my fingers coming to my lips, tongue lapping out and licking at the slickness of my own arousal. I pretend it's Ethan's, though. I pretend I just asked him if I could clean him up with my mouth, but in reality I'm trying to stoke some further flames, wanting to bring him to attention once more so that we can have more sexy fun.

  This all comes to an abrupt end when the other person in the women's bathroom calls out.

  "Are you masturbating in there?"

  Oh my God, it's Jacky. My roommate. Um...

  And I was making sex noises. I guess technically they weren't sex noises, they were masturbation noises, but it's not like this is a lot better. Ethan smirks at me, silently snickering. I glare at him, then I give him a quick kiss goodbye, and hang up the phone.

  I'm busy, Ethan! I'll talk to you later! I can't believe you convinced me to do this. If my roommate didn't think I was a sex-crazed freak before this, I'm pretty sure she does now.

  "I'm just showering!" I stammer, trying to stand up.

  This really doesn't work. My legs are shaky from my previous orgasm and I basically play the part of a newborn foal, stumbling on my feet and sliding back to the shower floor. Ugh. Really?

  I do what I can to try and fix this situation before it gets weird or worse. I guess it's already weird, though? It's not going to get worse, I swear! I peel the duct tape off the shower wall and hide my phone with my clothes so it won't get wet. I mean, it's in a bag, but still. I can't just leave it there.