by Clark, Mia
"You like that, Princess?" he asks.
I somehow manage to mumble and nod that, yes, I do like that. Quite a lot. A very lot. Yes, much liking, um...
"You ever have anyone eat you out before?" he asks.
I shake my head. "No, um... no one has... I'm curious, but um... it's weird to ask, isn't it?"
"Ask me," he says. "Fucking ask me to do it, Ashley."
Oh God. Is he serious? I blink open my eyes—I didn't even realize I'd closed them—and look at him, and... yes... Ethan looks dreadfully serious. Horrifyingly serious. The most serious I've ever seen him look, actually. It's very intense.
"Will you..." I start to ask. I'm not sure how I'm going to phrase this, but it doesn't matter, because he takes over from there.
"Yeah," he says. "I can't fucking wait. Your pussy is mine, Princess. Don't you forget it. I'm going to devour the fuck out of it later. Think about that while you're off with your friend. You two better fucking leave the house and not tell me where you're going or else I don't know if I can stop myself from going after you, grabbing you, throwing you onto the ground, and eating you out wherever I find you. Once you come home, though, you're mine. Do us both a favor and don't invite your little friend back here, alright? I'll take care of the rest."
Wow. Seriously, wow. I don't even know what to say. I just stare at him, and Ethan stares back at me. His eyes are radiant and blue. I'm lost. In them. In his words, his look, his...
He pulls his finger out of me, past my panties, and fixes them quick. Then he helps me up off the bed and pulls my skirt back down, making it look almost normal and regular. Almost.
"Give your dear brother a kiss before you go?" he says, tapping his cheek. It's a request, but also a command.
I stand up on tiptoes and kiss his cheek. It's so oddly contrary to what we... what we've been um... doing... almost sweet and chaste and familial, except we're anything but that at the moment.
For whatever screwed up reason, I feel closer to Ethan than I've ever felt before. For whatever screwed up reason, I really like that, too.
*** Ashley
"Sorry about before," Julia says to me.
"Huh?" I ask.
After my heart to heart with Ethan, Julia and I left the house to get lunch and go shopping. Nothing too crazy, just a nice little outlet mall nearby. I like the dresses at this one store, and... they have a nice selection of lingerie, too. Which... I might go look at in a second... maybe...
Just for me, you know? A girl has to treat herself sometimes. I don't have any plans for this. It's not like I want to show it to anyone, or dress up sexy for anyone, or...
Yeah, um... I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I just...
"I didn't mean to be so um... open?" Julia says. "I don't know. I know Ethan is your brother now. That must be weird, huh?"
"Stepbrother," I tell her; and I feel like this is a good reminder for me, too. Again. "It's been a couple of years since our parents married," I add. "It's not like it's some all of a sudden thing."
"Yeah, I guess so. I never really thought about it before, though. Must be hard, huh?"
"What?" I really have no idea what she's saying.
"You know, um... with him walking around shirtless like that? Don't you stare? Er... that's weird, isn't it? Since he's like your brother and um... your parents are married now, and..."
"Yeah," I say. Be casual, Ashley. Cool and smooth. "Ew. Gross."
That's it. Ew and gross are proper words to describe staring at your brother with lust. Or having sex with him. Stepbrother. What the heck? I need to stop this. It really is getting weird. I can't just fantasize about...
Is he really going to do that? If I texted him right now and told him what store I was at, that I was about to try on some lingerie, would he seriously come here, drag me into a changing room, and...
Eat me out?
Oh my God. Wow. Um...
"I just think it'd be hard," Julia says. "I mean, I understand, you know? That it's weird. His dad and your mom. I don't know if I could help myself, though. I'm kind of interested, aren't you?"
"Huh?" Again, I'm confused. Where is she going with...?
"He's got a reputation and everything. I know he's kind of an asshole. Everyone says it, and he acts the part, so it's not like I'm saying he isn't. I'm just saying that um... if I know he's an asshole, and I don't go into it with any expectations, well... everyone says he's really good in bed, too, so..."
"Julia! Seriously? Why are we having this conversation?"
"I mean... would you mind if I...? I'm just curious!"
"Yes," I say. "I mind."
"Just once?" she asks. "I won't even tell you about it, I won't talk about it, Ashley, I swear. I just kind of... I mean, Ethan is hot! For real."
"I'm not going to give you permission to have sex with my brother," I say.
"Stepbrother," Julia adds.
"Whatever."
I'm done. This is done. I go back to poking through these cute summer dresses. They're nice. There's a few that I'm not too sure about. Strapless ones. I like those, but sometimes they can be a pain. It's not that I have huge breasts, but... they're big enough to sometimes cause issues with something like that. Ooh, but there's some cute strapless bras over there, too. I should try those on. And then...
Lingerie. I can rationalize this one to Julia, I think. I don't have to mention it's for anyone. I told her a little about what happened with Jake, so I can just say I want to get something sexy to make me feel better, to make me feel sexier even if I don't have a boyfriend right now.
Which is true. Sort of. I don't have a boyfriend, but I have someone I wouldn't mind being sexy for. Does that count? She doesn't have to know that.
"What if it's just a blowjob?" she asks. "Like, no penetration? If he fingers me is it alright? Or what if he goes down on me? Does that count?"
You know what, Julia? He's going down on me as soon as I get home! And, yes, I like hanging out with you, but, no, you can't have my brother. Ethan is mine. For this week. He's...
I don't say any of this, I just give her a nasty look. She sighs and shakes her head.
"It's just such a waste," she says. "I get why you can't do anything with him, but I don't know why I can't take advantage of it. We're friends, aren't we?"
I laugh. Yes, um... if only she knew...
"It's just weird," I say. "I have to live with him, too, you know? What if you fall in love with him? I know you say you won't, but a lot of girls said that in high school, right?"
"Yeah, well, we both know how he is," she says, matter-of-fact.
"Yeah," I agree.
"It doesn't matter who falls in love with Ethan Colton. He'll sleep with them for a couple of weeks, then dump them and never return their calls. Remember when we tried to figure out if there was some astrological equation to it?"
I laugh. "I can't believe we did that. It was so stupid."
"Yeah," she says, snickering. "Like, maybe it had to do with the alignment of the stars? If you go on a date with Ethan at a certain time of the month, during a certain time of the year, then you can figure out how to make him fall in love with you. Every girl would have loved to know if that was true."
"What about the werewolf theory?" I asked. "That was a good one, too."
"Yeah, didn't work, though. It was never the same time. A couple of times he ditched girls when it was a full moon, but it never happened regularly."
"Maybe we should have tried tea leaves?" I suggest.
"Shit, we never did that, did we?" Julia says. "I don't even know how to read tea leaves."
I shrug and giggle. "Me either. Could be fun to try, though?"
"You want to? We can get some tea and go back to your place?"
"Um... maybe another time. I'm still uh... I'm just not feeling up to it right now, after what happened with Jake, you know?"
Actually, I'm not feeling up to it right now because of what's going to happen with Ethan, but she really doesn't need to know that one, now doe
s she?
"I understand," she says. "Ooh, hey, you want to look at lingerie? That'll make you feel better. Sexy and confident! It's cute, too."
You read my mind, Julia!
"Sure," I say, trying not to sound too excited. "That could be fun."
"I'll get something, too. You know, just in case. I wish I had someone to show it off to, though. Like, um..."
"Seriously, don't even say it."
She doesn't. Not for a few seconds. Not until we're standing next to a rack of sexy, sheer negligees.
"Like Ethan."
*** Ethan
Holy fuck, this pussy is gold.
When Ashley comes home I'm ready. I don't plan on fucking around with this. I feel like I need to make up for lost time, even though I never expected to be doing this in the first place. You know who she is? She's Ashley "Good Girl" Banks. Little Miss Perfect. A Goddamn Fucking Princess.
Basically what I'm saying is she shouldn't end up in bed with a guy like me. I'm not good. Yeah, I do alright sometimes. I can't say I'm the worst ever. I don't expect to join some biker gang or go to jail any time soon, so I guess I have that going for me, but I'm not the kind of guy who has relationships. I don't do feelings. There's no falling in love. Everything with me is a lot more primal and basic.
We're going to fuck. Hard. No condoms. Rule number eight. Shit, I love rule number eight.
Let me take a step back for a second and say that I only like rule number eight because it's with Ashley. I understand the importance of protection. I've never even had the urge to fuck around with that shit. The girls I'm usually with are... alright, they're nice girls, don't get me wrong, but I don't trust them.
Ashley's different. Don't take that the wrong way. I'm not going to explain any of this to you. It doesn't matter. It's not just her, but it's what I want to do to her, and what I want to show to her, too.
Sex with condoms isn't horrible or anything. It's fine. Yeah, it feels fucking amazing without them, and that's the point. Doesn't just feel nicer for me, but it's going to feel nicer for her, too. And I want her to remember that.
The next time she has some guy's cock deep inside her, I want her to know what she can look forward to. What she can expect in a good relationship. Something nice, something long term, where they're committed and they don't have to use condoms anymore, and they can seriously just fucking enjoy each other to the fullest, and...
Nevermind. I take that back. I don't want to think about this shit. Don't get me wrong, I do want her to understand what pure ecstasy is like, but after me she probably won't. No offense to all the other men in the world, but I'm Ethan Colton, and you just can't compete. That's how it is. Sorry fellas.
Anyways, this is done. I'm through. Ashley walks in the door and good fucking thing Julia isn't with her, because I've been waiting all day for this shit. I grab her, caveman-style, and drag her to the game room. Nice place, great room. It's got a pool table in the center, with darts off to the side, a TV for watching sports, a couch, card table area. Big room.
My dad and I used to play pool and watch football on the weekends. Sometimes we'd order takeout, or make nachos, and once we were done goofing off, we'd chill on the couch, just sit back. I remember falling asleep more than once, waking up with a blanket over me, my dad sleeping on the floor beneath me, giving me the couch to myself.
That was before. He got busy later, and I still watched football and screwed around, but it was just me at home, sometimes with a babysitter or whatever the fuck you want to call them, adult supervision. I don't know what happened, but things changed.
Oh well, it happens, right? That's life.
Yeah, so, Ashley and I are going in the pool room, but there's no games happening now. Not that kind, at least. I'll play some games with her, alright, but we're both going to be winners here. Lots and lots of fun.
"Ethan!" she shrieks, but I can tell she's into it. Laughing, giggling, squirming side to side. Fuck, the way she moves makes me hard. I want her to shriek and scream and squirm like that with my cock deep inside her. Say my fucking name, Princess.
"You're mine now," I say, grinning.
"What are you doing?" she says. Still shrieking.
I gently, carefully, forcefully, roughly (some combination of those, who knows?) toss her onto the pool table. She lands on her back, arms flailing, legs splayed out.
"You need to get these off of you," I say. "Now."
I grab her skirt and pull. It's still tight around her waist, but do you think I care? Nah. I keep pulling, stretching it, forcing it down her hips. She finally gets the memo, realizes what's up, and starts to undo it so I can get it off of her without ripping it. Good fucking riddance. Goodbye skirt. Hello Ashley's gorgeous fucking pussy.
This girl is a freak. Absolute freak. I know she had panties on earlier. Where'd they go? I don't know, but they aren't there now.
Glistening like pure gold, shiny and wet, I just stare at the beautiful work of art in front of me. She fidgets, stuck between being shy and wanting to show off for me. Her legs slip apart slightly, giving me a little show, then she clamps them shut again, hiding. Fuck, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
I'm hard. I was hard before, but my erection has an erection right now, if you catch my drift. Maybe more than one. I keep my pants on, though. This isn't about that. Down boy, you'll get your turn later. I've got things to show this girl that just can't wait.
"You remember what I said before?" I ask her. "About what I asked you?"
She glances up at me and bites her lower lip, then nods. "Mhm."
"I need to be straight with you, Ashley. I want to bury my tongue inside your pussy and eat you out until you're cumming so hard that you scream my name and you're so loud that the neighbors call the cops."
"Ethan," she says, coy, confused, and cute; some of my favorite C words right there. "The nearest neighbors are a mile away. I don't think—"
"Exactly," I say. "You're not thinking. Think a little harder, Princess. Which is it? You don't think they'll hear you, or you don't think I can do a good enough job to make you scream loud enough so that they'll hear you. Answer wisely."
Her eyes widen. Shit, she's beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. I love her eyes. I love the way her lip curls a little, the way it is now, and then she opens her mouth slightly, shocked. I want to kiss her. Yeah, you know what?
I have a week. My week. Our week. I'll do what I want.
I prowl onto the table above her, pressing hard against her. My hips grind against her, my pants-covered cock pressing against her bare pussy. Then my lips. On hers. Hard.
I kiss her. This is love. Temporary, yeah. I guess you could call it lust, and that's a fine word, but I think temporary love is nicer. Poetic, you know? Ephemeral and fleeting, like a midsummer night's dream. Shakespeare was quite the cunning linguist, don't you think? I'm gonna be something like that with Ashley, and I want her to know it.
My tongue tastes hers, her mouth, her lips. I love the taste of her. She's sweet and innocent, like ripe peaches. I back off to see what she does, but she doesn't let me go. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me back to her. Yeah, that's it. Good girl...
She closes her eyes and savors everything. I do the same, but different. I move, my body pressing and grinding against hers. I want to see how she'll react. I want to see what she does. I thrust my hips forward, digging my cock against her pussy, rubbing up towards her clit, then further up along her pubis. She follows my every move, lifting her hips, trying to match my moves with ones of her own.
Fucking beautiful. She's really good at this for someone who doesn't have a lot of experience. It's a simple sort of passion, though. Personally, I think that's the best kind. It's not fake or intentionally harsh, it's just natural and perfect. I move, she moves, and that's that. We don't have to get too crazy here, we just need to be on the same wavelength.
Get on my level, Princess. I'll take you to a place you've never been before, one you can't even imagine...
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I stretch my hand down and tease it up her side. She's still got her tanktop on, but I like that. Shirts are great. They're fun to lift, just so, pulling them up, keeping part of her covered while I reveal the rest. Her bare, silken skin tightens at my touch as she shifts and moves, fighting between squirming away and moving in close. More, I pull it up, then I slip my hand underneath, moving towards her breast.
She took her panties off sometime after she left, but she's still got her bra on. Good. I don't want anyone else seeing these. I don't care if she has a shirt on. They're mine. No one should even ever get a glimpse of her pert, hard nipples, cloth-covered or not. I move in for the kill, cupping her breast in my palm, squeezing her nipple between my fingers. To test her, for good measure, I squeeze harder than I should.
She opens her mouth to say something, or to let out a pained gasp, and then she does the most sexy as fuck thing I can think of.
Little Miss Perfect bites me. My lip. Hard, but not hard enough to break the skin. Just enough to let me know what's going on, what she's doing. I don't even know if she does it on purpose or not. I squeeze her nipple harder, intoxicated by this sudden turn of events, and she moves her hands from behind my neck to my back, digging her fingernails into my shirt and my skin, clawing at me.
Fuck, yes, this is amazing.
I almost do it. I almost let her go, rip my pants off, and bury my erection inside of her without any more thought to it than that. I fucking need her pussy like I need my own heart to keep beating. I'm going to die without it. I can't keep living. I swear to God it's impossible.
Sometimes it's fun to hold your breath, though. You ever try that? Just go in the pool, go underwater, see how long you can hold your breath? It's a test, a game, and it's somewhat of a calculated risk. It's fun to see how much you can take before you break and come up to the surface, though.
This is like that. I want to see how much I can take before I give in. I want to see how much she can take before she begs me to fuck her.
I sneak away from our kiss, even though she's doing everything she can to keep me there. Her lips pout and beg, kissing at air, trying to bring me back to her. Not today, Princess. Or, not yet, at least.