Stepbrother With Benefits 14 (Third Season)

by Mia Clark

  Stepbrother With Benefits 14 (Third Season)

  Mia Clark

  Published by Cherrylily, 2015.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  STEPBROTHER WITH BENEFITS 14 (THIRD SEASON)

  First edition. November 13, 2015.

  Copyright © 2015 Mia Clark.

  Written by Mia Clark.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Foreword

  Stepbrother With Benefits 14

  A Note from Mia

  About the Author

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  Stepbrother With Benefits 14

  *** Ashley

  I wake up in the morning before my phone's alarm goes off. This is good, and I was hoping I'd wake up early, because... well, when you wake up early, you have more time for things, right?

  In this particular case, the things I want to have more time with are specific activities involving my stepbrother, who just so happens to be laying in bed with me. We're spooning, which isn't how we usually sleep, but it does happen every so often. I'm actually pretty happy that it happened right now, because I can feel Ethan's slumbering erection pressing with distinct purpose between my thighs.

  He grinds against me in his sleep, and I grind back against him while I'm awake. Unfortunately we're both wearing just enough that I can't wake him up with sex, but maybe I can fix that?

  I pull my panties aside, and then try to reach back and pull Ethan's underwear down, too. His erection refuses to make this an easy task, though. I fidget and move and squirm, and then right when I think I'm just about to do it, um...

  "Having problems there, Princess?" Ethan asks me, whispering into my ear.

  "Um... no?" I answer, trying to act coy and innocent.

  Yes, I'm not sure how I'm going to pull that coy and innocent act off considering I have my fingers wrapped around his cock, but I think I can make this work.

  "Maybe I can help you?" he asks, smooth.

  I feel his grin stretching across my neck as he kisses me and smiles. Then I feel something else stretching inside me as he, well... I mean, this isn't rocket science here.

  Ethan rocks back and forth, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside me with each twist of his body. I sidle close to him, grinding back against him. Oh, yes, this is exactly how I wanted to wake up.

  And then all hell breaks loose. That's how it usually goes, isn't it?

  I guess it's not the worst ever, but as soon as Ethan's pressed firmly inside me as far as he can go and as much as I can take, both our alarms start to go off simultaneously. We ignore it for a moment, relishing the feeling of our bodies pressed tight together, but soon it just becomes kind of annoying. The sounds, not the sex, because I don't even know how sex can be annoying. Is that like angry sex? I've heard good things about that, but we haven't really ever been that angry with each other yet.

  It really doesn't help that our alarms are completely different, either. Ethan's is just a sort of continuous beep beep beep, and mine is almost like the start of a song or a jingle, and together they sound like maybe a cat and a dog fighting with a raccoon and a walrus. Suffice to say, it's not a pleasant noise.

  I reach for my phone, and Ethan reaches for his, but our phones are on completely different bedside tables. We have to stretch to get them, which pulls us apart, and I pout a little when I feel his cock slide out of me. I wanted that! I had very special plans for Ethan's cock, and I don't like that my plans are delayed.

  Also, um... the alarms were set for a reason, so...

  Ethan turns his alarm off, and I turn mine off. This is good. They're off, and we can get back to...

  He pounces me, pinning me to the bed, and then practically rips my panties aside so he can thrust hard into me. I gasp and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Oh my God, yesss...

  This is good. Back to business!

  Then my mom knocks on Ethan's door. Ugh. Really, Mom?

  "Rise and shine, you two!" she says, sounding far more cheerful than anyone should at this time of the morning.

  "Mom!" I whine, except right when I say it Ethan pulls out and slams back into me hard, which kind of turns my whine into a moan. Um... I did not mean to do that...

  "Don't make me break this door down!" she shouts back at me. "We've got a lot to do. No time to play around this morning!"

  "Five minutes?" I ask, pleading with her. "I'm tired..."

  "Oh, yes, it sounds like you're tired," she says. "I can hear Ethan's bed making very tired noises right now."

  "Ethan!" I hiss at him. "We're supposed to be tired!"

  "Fuck that," he says, grinding into me.

  "Two minutes!" I beg my mom.

  "You have ten seconds before I open this door and throw you both into separate showers," my mom answers.

  "Is it locked?" I ask Ethan.

  "Yeah," he says.

  Alright, so she can't get in, which means that, um... well, we really shouldn't be doing this, but if we're fast, then...

  My mom is counting, though. She's down to five now. And four. Three. After two, she pauses.

  "I should probably remind you two that I know how to pick the locks to these doors and I brought a bobby pin for just that purpose, which I'm inserting into the lock right now..."

  "Fuck," Ethan says, grunting.

  He's still in me, though. We're both frozen, except I think this is a very bad thing to be right now. My mom says one, and Ethan is still inside me. I hear the doorknob shaking, then the click of the lock. Quick, thinking on my feet, or my back, or however this works, I push Ethan off of me. He isn't expecting this, and he actually falls off of me.

  As soon as my mom swings the bedroom door wide open, she catches a glimpse of Ethan crashing off the bed and landing on the floor. His side of the bed is opposite the door, at least, so my mom can't see him now. We have underwear on still, so that's kind of alright? I'm not sure how this is going to go.

  "Oh, good, Ethan's awake, too," my mom says with a wicked smirk. "Glad to see you two are up and ready to go."

  "We weren't doing anything bad," I say.

  Because, um... you should always start with that, right? I don't even know how to do bad things! I'm supposed to be a good girl, remember? I'm new at this.

  "Of course not, dear," my mom says, still smirking. "I'm sure you've got clothes on and everything, isn't that right?"

  Ethan stands up to prove that, yes, he has clothes on, except really it's just his underwear. My mom rolls her eyes at him and shakes her head, sighing.

  I tumble out of bed and stand up, too, but nowhere near as confident as Ethan. I make sure my panties are in place and I look sort of respectable first, though. As respectable as I can in a situation like this. Lots of people sleep in their underwear, don't they?

  I even have a t-shirt on! It's a cute little one that I wear for sleeping and I like it a lot, so I'm actually kind of mostly clothed.

  "Hmmm," my mom says, looking at the both of us. "Maybe nothing was going on between you two, the
n."

  "Does that mean we can shower together?" Ethan asks.

  "No," my mom says. "Definitely not."

  He starts to grumble and moan. "Cockblocked by my own stepmother. Wow."

  "What did you say, Ethan?" my mom asks, giving him the evil eye. Oh no, he's in for it now.

  "Uh... nothing?"

  "If you ever want to do scandalous things with my daughter again, you'd better be nice to me," she warns him.

  "What! Really, Mom?" I say.

  She gives me the evil eye, too. I cringe and shy away from her.

  "You too, Missy!" she says, pointing at me. "If you ever want to do scandalous things with my stepson, you'd better be nice to me, also."

  "I'll be nice," Ethan says, fast. "Nice as fuck. The nicest. You don't even know how nice I can be. Super fucking nice, I promise."

  "Let's start by using a few less curse wears, alright, hun?" my mom says, laughing at him.

  "Shit," Ethan says. "Sorry."

  "Ethan!" I say, reaching for a pillow and throwing it at him.

  "I said sorry!"

  "As cute as you two are right now, we don't have time for it," my mom says. She stomps over to me, grabs my arm, and marches me to the door.

  "Ashley!" she says, authoritative. "You go to your room and shower and get dressed. Ethan, you stay here and do the same! If both of you aren't downstairs in ten minutes, I'm coming up here and dragging you down, no matter what state of dress or undress you're in, so for your sake's I hope you're fully clothed and ready for breakfast."

  "Mom, I can—" But she doesn't let me finish. She keeps marching me down the hall, further and further away from Ethan's bedroom door.

  "It's for your own good, honey," she says to me. "If you knew what that look in Ethan's eyes meant, you'd know why."

  Yes, well, I do know what that look in Ethan's eyes meant, and I think I don't mind it one bit!

  I don't say that to my mom, though. That'd be weird. How do you even say that to your own mother? I have no idea.

  I guess this is it, then. No sex for me. Or Ethan. Awww...

  That's it for an entire week, too. We won't see each other until the weekend.

  It's only for a week, Ashley, I remind myself. I shouldn't be so upset at that, because a week isn't really that long of a time, but I am. I just...

  I don't know. I guess I'm going to take a shower and deal with it. There's nothing else I can do right now.

  *** Ethan

  I'm standing in the shower, letting warm water cascade down my body. Oh, and, yeah, I've got an erection. I guess that happens when you're interrupted in the middle of morning sex, but I feel like this is the worst interrupted sex erection I've ever had. At least I managed to calm this bad boy down in front of Ashley's mom.

  So, yeah, first off, it's a morning erection, and those are difficult to deal with already. Do you know how hard this shit is? Literally and figuratively, it is both hard and difficult. No one wants to walk around with their cock just bobbing all over the place and nothing to do with it.

  I was doing stuff with it, though, which makes it worse. As if a morning erection wasn't bad enough, now I've got an erection that remembers it was doing the types of things that erections like to do, and...

  Yeah, I just can't get that out of my head. How fucking wet and tight Ashley was for me. How she woke me up by fidgeting and squirming her delicious as fuck ass against my cock. How I could feel her fingers wrapping around my shaft as she tried to guide me towards her pussy in my sleep. Holy fuck, my girlfriend is a freak, and I kind of love it.

  But, nah, it was not meant to be, I guess.

  I'm at a crossroads in my life right now. This is serious business, for sure. Do I masturbate in the shower, or wait for later? I've never really been one for waiting, because what's the point? That's when I'm planning on being with a girl, though. Now it's one girl in particular, but still. I can't be with Ashley at this exact moment, which is more than a little disappointing, but I can fool around with her later, right?

  Sort of, I guess...

  It's exciting, don't get me wrong, but the phone sex stuff and the webcam sexy chat stuff is not my usual thing. I like a more hands on approach, if you catch my drift. This isn't exactly rocket science here. My cock, her pussy, let's meet up and introduce the two. I'm sure they'll get along perfectly, don't you think?

  Yeah, that's a nice thought, but it's not going to happen. Not for a week, at least. A little less, I guess. Five days, then we have the weekend to ourselves, and that's cool, but...

  What if we have stuff to do over the weekend sometimes? I'm sure it'll happen. She'll have school work to finish up, or I'll have a football game on Saturday. I think these things are great. Honestly, I love both those things, and I know they're important to us, but still, it's like...

  Fuck, man... how do people do this? I feel dumb, but I kind of want to look it up online. Google the fuck out of it. How to be a boyfriend.

  Yeah, uh...

  Whatever. I can do this. I've done a lot of things in my life, and this is just another of those. It's an important one, so I should put all my effort into it. Like football or something. Practice makes perfect, right?

  Well, in that case...

  Yeah, this is when I jerk off in the shower, because why the fuck not? I don't want to cockblock myself and have blue balls all day. It's not as bad as some guys make you think, and they aren't going to die or anything. It's a little uncomfortable if it happens, but it's not the worst thing ever. I'll stop this problem before it even starts, though.

  It's alright. I can't say it's the best thing ever. I think about last night, about Ashley convulsing around my cock while we both had one of our firsts. It was dark then, but it's easy to imagine exactly what my Perfect Fucking Princess looked like. Her pussy practically begging for my cock, her clit throbbing beneath my fingers while I thrust into her ass, and then when I pushed my thumb inside her for the piece de resistance... aw yeah...

  I don't really know much French, but I'm pretty sure piece de resistance means something like "holy fuck this is amazing" and that's exactly what last night was.

  I'm done. That's it. Just the thought of it sends me overboard, and my cock throbs and spasms at the memory. Yeah, I wish we were reliving that for real, but I guess we've got to wait it out. Next weekend, don't worry. Maybe not that exact same thing, but we'll figure it out.

  I finish showering quick and just barely get dressed before Ashley's mom comes bowling into my room. To her credit, she knocks first, and I open the door for her, but still. I probably look like some sad puppy or something. You know the one thing I've never wanted to look like? Yeah, a sad puppy.

  Fuck my life.

  She laughs and pushes me out the door and into the hall, where Ashley is waiting for the both of us.

  "I hope you two are hungry," she says, a twinkle in her eyes. "We're having pancakes!"

  Ashley looked a little down before, but she immediately perks up at the mention of pancakes. This girl basically loves them. They might be her favorite thing in the entire world. I'd like to say that my cock is her favorite thing in the world, but...

  And that gets me thinking. Breakfast in bed? Or maybe maple syrup blowjobs? I don't know if that'd work. Kind of sticky, you know? Do they make maple syrup flavored lube for blowjobs? I need to look into this.

  Ashley comes up to me as I walk down the hall to go have breakfast. She takes my hand in hers and holds it tight, then steps on tiptoes and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

  My bad mood disappears and suddenly I'm happy as fuck. Holding hands with the most beautiful girl in the world, getting a kiss on the cheek, and then going to have pancakes for breakfast? Yeah, I could get used to this.

  I just wish we could do it tomorrow, too. We'll figure all this out later. Why waste the present worrying about the future? Let's go have fun, Princess.

  "I love you," I say, sneaking close to whisper into her ear.

  She blushes and smiles at me, then ki
sses me again. "I love you, too," she whispers.

  I think I catch a quick glimpse of her mom smiling brightly at the two of us when we head downstairs.

  *** Ashley

  The pancakes are really good. Ethan's dad makes them almost the same way that Ethan does, and for some reason they just always taste better than any other kind of pancake to me. I've tried making them on my own before, even following the recipe exactly, but it's never the same.

  The entire breakfast is great, too. It's really nice that we can all be together one last time. I feel like we've spent more time together this summer than we've ever spent, which, um... I guess technically that's true. My mom and I were always close, and we spent a lot of time together, but it wasn't the same. It's difficult doing things in threes sometimes, which is what would happen if it was my mom and I and Ethan's dad. Ethan always used to do his own thing, though he'd do stuff with us occasionally. It never truly felt like he was in the same place as us until this summer, though.

  That's just how Ethan is, and I guess I understand him a little better now. Or else he's changed over the summer, at least a little bit. I think I might have changed, too.

  I'm kind of procrastinating here in actually getting to the trip to college, because I feel like it's a countdown to something unknown. I don't know what's going to happen when I go back, and I don't know what's going to happen between Ethan and I, and...

  I don't know. I really just have no idea whatsoever. It's hard to put into words.

  The time comes, though. We've eaten the pancakes, along with a side of sausage, I made sure to check my bags so that I'm not forgetting anything. I packed earlier in the weekend, so that I could make the most of the night before leaving and the morning that I have to leave, but it's still hard.

  Ethan helps us pack everything into the car, and his dad talks to my mom. It's just us in the garage now, hanging around by the car, with the garage door open and the bright and fresh morning air all around us. It's really nice, and on any other day I'd love it, but...