by Mia Clark
When Ethan and I finally stop kissing, he glances over at Caleb.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asks.
"Uh...?" Caleb blushes and looks away.
"Ethan, be nice," I tell him. "Caleb was worried about you, too, you know?"
"Oh yeah?" Ethan asks, brow furrowed. "You weren't flirting with Ashley, were you?"
"N-no!" Caleb says, flustered.
I whisper to Ethan. "Caleb has a crush on a girl named Scarlet. I thought we could help him, maybe?"
"Uh... what?" Now Ethan looks confused and sort of flustered. It's kind of cute and makes me laugh.
"I'll explain later, but right now you need to eat! I think your dog friend is going to eat it all if you don't."
The dog keeps eyeing the chicken wrapped in tinfoil and the pot of mac and cheese over the fire, trying to figure out a way to get to it without burning himself. I'm pretty sure if we leave him like that he'll figure out a way, too. He looks like a smart dog.
"Yeah," Ethan says. "I'm starved. Sounds good."
*** Ethan
Chicken and mac and cheese is just chicken and mac and cheese, but seriously this is amazing. Fuck, I wish there was more. I split the rest of what's left over the fire with my dad, but it doesn't seem like nearly enough. I consider making some more, since I'm sure we've got more somewhere, but it's late.
If I'm being honest, I kind of just want to cuddle the fuck out of Ashley right now. I don't want to waste time making more food. I can do that later, or eat some crackers or something.
Wait. Holy fuck, we've got chips, right? Aw yeah. I sneak away under the guise of offering this weird dog my empty plate so he can lick it clean, but then I grab the bag of chips, too. I go back to the fire, but this time I sit extra close to Ashley. No one's complaining, so I put my arm around her and pull her close to me, too. I take a chip and chomp down on it, then she steals one from me.
Yeah, this is nice.
"So, does anyone want to tell us what happened?" my stepmom asks. "We were worried about you two. We heard howling in the woods earlier."
"Yeah," I say, finishing off another chip. "So..."
I clear my throat and start to tell the story.
"We were in the woods, right? Pretty far, I guess. No clue where we were, but we were being real fucking outdoorsman, manly as fuck, alright? Then I heard something. I turned to my dad, and he just looked at me. It was at that moment that I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't place my finger on it yet. We needed to investigate more. The woods were dark, though. It was like a bad fairytale or something, real fucking ominous."
My dad gives me a weird look, smirking. Ashley and her mom listen intently. Caleb looks doubtful. Yeah, you know what? What the fuck are you even doing here still, dude? I don't know.
Still not sure if I like this Caleb kid. Whatever. He can listen to my story.
"I went in further and then I saw this goofy dog standing there. He was surrounded by this vicious pack of wolves. They were sizing him up or something. I could tell this was serious. It was like a sort of 'join us or we'll eat you' type of deal. So I was like, man, I've got to help this dog. I ran in without thinking and just rushed the wolf pack. Fur was flying, a whole bunch of shit. Not sure how, but I managed to escape unscathed."
"You fought wolves?" Ashley asks.
"Yeah, damn right, Princess," I say. "That's one of my nicknames, you know? Ethan the Wolf. It's not just for show. I'm the real deal."
"Ethan, no one's ever called you that. You just made it up."
"Hey, how do you know? Do you go to school with me?"
She rolls her eyes at me. Yeah, that's what I thought.
Alright, so no one actually calls me Ethan the Wolf, but it's a cool name, don't you think?
"As I was saying," I continue. "So we save this dog. I was like, Dog, go and be free, but it just kept following me. I understand, since I have that effect on dogs, especially when I save their lives."
Caleb interrupts me. What a fucker. "You've saved more than one dog's life?" he asks, skeptical.
"You going to let me tell this story or what?"
"It does sound like you're exaggerating a little, dear," my stepmom says.
I turn to my dad. He knows what's up. "Help me out here?" I ask him.
"Oh, I'm sure it happened exactly like Ethan's saying," my dad says, trying not to laugh.
"Yeah, see?" I say, nodding. "So, we save this dog, and then we decide to head back. All in a day's work, everything's good, except on our way back, we run into this massive fucking bear. I swear it was thirty feet tall. This is some serious shit right there, and I'm kind of scared, but then I remembered my training. I trained with some of the best back in the day, so I know exactly what to do."
"Back in the day?" Caleb asks. "How old are you even? You're the same age as me."
"Look, kid, don't try and drag me down to your level."
"There's no bear that's thirty feet tall, either," Caleb adds. "That doesn't even exist."
"Fine, whatever. Twenty-five feet. Do I look like I care? I didn't bring a measuring tape with me. Pretty fucking sure the bear wouldn't just stand there and let me measure him, too. Listen, none of this matters. I trained back in the day with some wrestler's from school, and they taught me the bear hug. It's not just some fancy wrestling term, it's shit that lumberjacks use to fight off bears, so I rush the thing and just wrap my arms around it, squeeze hard, and you can tell the bear is like, holy shit what did I get myself into this guy is legit."
"None of the bears around here are even aggressive," Caleb says. "They're more scared of you than you are of them. They run away from people almost as soon as they see them."
I stare at the dog, and the dog stares back at me. You dirty fucking dog... I thought you saved my life? You could have done nothing and the bear would have still run away? Wow. I really thought you were a cool dog, too.
I mean, wait, hold up. I can't believe Caleb is backtalking me. What's up with that? That's more important than the dog, I guess. I'll deal with you later, Dog.
"As I was saying," I say. "The bear ran away, because I'm manly as fuck, and then we got a little lost because it's dark out, but we found our way back."
"Actually, we ended up at a road on the other side of the campground, but we just followed it until we recognized where we were, then came in through the front again."
"Dad?" I say, shaking my head at him. "Are you serious? You're ruining the story."
"None of this even happened, did it?" Ashley asks.
"Some of it happened," I say. "We did find this dog."
"He's kind of cute," she says, smiling and holding her hand out.
"Careful, Princess. This is a trained killer dog, raised by wolves, it's..."
The dog crawls on its belly across the ground towards Ashley's hand, then nuzzles against her foot while she pets him.
"Why do you do this to me, Dog?"
"Can someone tell us the real story now?" my stepmom asks.
My dad does, just tells it all. I don't know if it's a good story. No wolves, it was just this dog howling. We did see a bear, but it was probably only four or five feet tall, and it did run away shortly after we saw it...
Seriously, what the fuck, Dog? I thought you saved my life.
And then we found a road and followed it until we found the campground.
He doesn't mention me talking to him about Ashley, though. I guess he doesn't have to. We can talk about that later. Tomorrow or something.
"I'm kind of tired," Ashley says.
"I think we all are," my stepmom says. "Caleb, can you go tell your father that we're all set now? Everyone is back and accounted for."
"Alright. I'll tell him about the dog, too. He'll want to know that. I'll try and find out if anyone's missing a dog. Is it alright if he stays here for tonight?"
I mean, yeah, I guess so? The dog's just making himself comfortable here, lounging by the fire. I reach out and pat his stomach and he rolls side
to side, making weird dog noises.
And... yeah, so, that's that. Caleb leaves. The dog stays. We put out the fire. I guess we're going to sleep. My dad and Ashley's mom head into their tent first.
I thought I was going to sleep, but, uh...
Little Miss Perfect slips close to me and stands on tiptoes, whispering into my ear. "I want you inside me," she says.
"Oh yeah?" I ask, one brow raised.
"Mhm..." she murmurs, biting her bottom lip.
Yeah, uh... yeah...
Don't worry. I've got this taken care of.
*** Ashley
"Oh my God," I gasp. "Ethan..."
I really don't know how I end up in situations like this, but I'm starting to realize I don't care too much. At least I don't care right now. I'm not sure how long this is going to last. Maybe as soon as we're done I'll change my mind, but for now I'm content being blissfully ignorant of the fact that, um...
Well, we really shouldn't be doing this.
Ethan thrusts hard inside of me. I don't even know when we started having sex. Shortly after I teased and tempted him, I'm sure. I thought it would be fun to tell him that I wanted him, to sound sexy and seductive, and I guess Ethan thought it'd be fun, too.
To be honest, it's turning out to be pretty fun. Who knew?
I open my mouth to moan and beg and plead, forgetting where we are. Ethan remembers, thankfully. He covers my mouth with his hand and turns my head to the side, kissing and sucking my neck.
"Quiet," he says. "I'm pretty fucking sure we shouldn't be doing this right now."
When he lets go of my mouth, I look at him, defiant. "When did that ever stop you?" I ask.
He smirks. "Oh, you want to sass me now, huh?"
I glare at him hard and bite my bottom lip. I can barely see him, but I can see enough. The faint glow of moonlight mixed with the light from the cooling embers of our campfire outside shows me everything I need to see. Ethan kind of looks extra powerful right now, even more dominant, more of a bad boy than usual. The strong lines of his body, his jaw, shoulders, the muscles in his torso... they're all accentuated, looking more defined and sharp, as the dark shadows cover him.
He challenges my body with a harsh thrust, shoving his way forcefully inside of me. I gasp and claw at his back, my nails pressing against his skin. He pushes into me even harder, pulling out, then slamming back in. Our bodies clap together. Oh, I want it. It's shocking, almost too rough, but I love the way his lower abs feel when they slide across my clit as his cock drives deep inside me.
"I thought you said we needed to be quiet?" I hiss at him as he picks up speed, our sexual energy getting louder with each passing second.
Ethan glares at me, but he grins, too. He pushes into me again, but this time he stays there. He grinds and writhes against me, making me squirm and wriggle beneath him. Oh my God, what is he doing? I can feel all of his, his muscles and his strength, his body, his power, and his love...
He's kissing me, almost soft and sweet, except he's deliberately moving so that he's teasing and tormenting my clit. I try to kiss him, I try to remember to kiss him, but mostly my mouth is just open. I can't... oh... oh yes...
"You going to cum or what?" he asks me, grinning deviously. "Come on, Princess... I want to feel it. I want to feel you squeeze around my cock. Come on, baby, give me your orgasm."
"Oh... oh... Ethan... I..."
He starts to move again, but it's different from before. Just up and down, his cock still inside of me, his slick abs sliding from the bottom of my clit to the top. It's like... um... when he eats me out, almost? Devours my pussy, if we're using Ethan terminology. Except this is his entire body doing that, almost like his entire torso is pressed flat against my clit, licking up and down.
Um... it's really good. It's...
I give in to him, I give him my orgasm. My body thrashes beneath his, then tenses, tight. Ethan pulls his hips back, then grinds his cock into me again. I gasp and squeeze and pull at him. My legs wrap around his waist and I try to keep him inside of me, but he just keeps slowly pulling out and then sliding back in. It's... it's really amazing and I can't even begin to describe it, but I want it to keep going forever.
When my climax is calming down, or when I think it's calming down, Ethan starts to flex and twitch inside of me. Oh no...
"You wanted me inside you," he says. "You got it, baby girl. Here you go."
It's so intense and strong. It's different now, because I feel too sensitive, like I can feel everything. I close my eyes and picture it. I've seen Ethan when he's cumming before. I've made him cum with my hands and my mouth and I know what it looks like. I can't see it now, but I imagine that exact same thing happening, except inside me. It's so much, so strong, so...
My orgasm returns, clenching and clasping at his cock. I pull him farther into me, clinging to him with my arms and my legs and... and with my pussy. Oh, I want him close to me, all of him, every single part of him. He wraps his hands behind my head and kisses me, my nose, my lips, and then each of my closed eyelids. My eyes flutter open and I see Ethan smiling and looking down at me.
"Is that what you wanted?" he asks, whispering.
I nod, smiling, shy. "Yes."
It's so perfect, but strange, too. When we're done, I realize exactly what we just did. We're... camping... our parents are in a tent nearby, and there's a dog outside, too. I think I remember hearing the dog scratching at the tent when we first started, but thankfully he gave up later.
We're just out in the middle of the woods, and I'm not sure if this is actually perfect. I'm pretty sure if you asked someone where they wanted to have their most powerfully romantic and provocative experiences, they wouldn't say this. They wouldn't choose our situation, not by a longshot.
I don't know, though. Maybe I wouldn't have chosen it, either, but now that it's happened, I still think it's perfect. Sometimes perfect things happen when you least expect them, and they happen when you don't think they should have ever happened at all.
I guess that's just us, Ethan and I. We don't seem like we fit together, except we fit together perfectly.
He rolls onto his back and I roll with him, nuzzling my cheek against his. I squeeze him tight, half laying on him. He puts his arm around me and looks over at me, smiling.
"Is everything alright?" I ask him.
"Yeah," he says. "We made it back. Got lost in the woods, but whatever. No big deal, right?"
"No, I meant with you and your dad. Did you two talk? He didn't say anything when he saw us, so, um..."
"We talked a little," Ethan says quietly. "We talked about stuff I didn't know I was ever going to talk about, but it was nice. We talked about you, too. About this, and what's going on. We decided to talk about it more tomorrow. I guess all of us talking together is easier. He didn't say anything bad, though. He wasn't mad. I think he was confused and surprised, but I can understand that."
"Maybe we shouldn't have sex again on the camping trip, though," I say. "It's kind of weird, isn't it?"
"Fuck, no," Ethan says. "That's not going to happen."
"What if I say no, though?" I say, making a silly face at him. "You've got to listen to me!"
"Yeah, and you know what? What if I make you beg to say yes? What then? I'm going to have to listen to you, Princess. That's just the way this works."
"Nope, I won't do it. I can be patient."
"Nah, fuck that. I don't even think you can. You know what you said to me before we came in this tent? Yeah, I think we both know."
"I want you inside me," I say, repeating myself from before.
"See? You're already asking for it. What happened to your willpower?"
"I wasn't asking! I was telling you what I said!"
"How am I supposed to know that?" he asks, grinning.
I can feel something under my leg, and, um... it's him. His cock twitches, excited.
I shake my head, fast. "No! Nope! I'm saying no, Ethan!"
He squeezes me and mov
es as if he's going to roll me onto my back. I'm pretty sure if he does, I'm going to stop saying no really soon, but... nope, he doesn't do it. He laughs at my wide-eyed expression, then kisses me.
"If you want to wait, it's cool," he says. "I get it. Maybe we can just do fun family shit or something."
"Like shower together," I say.
"What the fuck family even does that?" he asks.
"We did it this morning," I point out. "And you're my stepbrother, so..."
"Fuck, you're right," Ethan says, grumbling, defeated.
I giggle and he takes it even further, tickling my sides. I start to laugh, loud. The dog barks outside our tent, alert and excited.
"Can we please go to sleep!" my mom shouts out from her tent. "I need my beauty rest!"
"You're always beautiful, darling," I hear my stepdad say.
"Well, that's true," my mom says, coy. "I'd still like to sleep, though."
"Awww," I say. "Isn't that cute?"
"That's cute?" Ethan asks.
I roll my eyes at him. "Of course it's cute. Your dad said my mom was beautiful no matter what. It's a really nice thing to say."
"Oh."
"You should say that to me," I tell him.
"Nah, my dad already said it to your mom. It loses effectiveness if I say it right after."
I shake my head. "I don't think that's how it works."
"Pretty sure that's how it works," he says, grinning.
"Ple~ase?"
Ethan sighs. "You're always beautiful, Princess."
"You didn't even mean it. You sounded bored. That's boring."
"I love you?" he offers.
"I love you, too, but that's besides the point. Say something nice to me."
"I say nice shit to you all the time."
"Oh yeah, like what?"
We play fight and laugh and whisper and argue quietly until we're too tired and our eyes won't stay open any longer. Ethan holds me close to him. I kiss his cheek softly, muttering something, but I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.