Stepbrother With Benefits 14 (Third Season)

by Mia Clark

  It's just, we sort of practiced the other day, but I don't know how to actually do this. What do I say? I didn't say much to Ethan before, because he could see me, but I kind of want to talk dirty.

  I never realize these things until after the fact, but when we're having sex I just kind of forget. I want to say dirty things to him! I like when he says dirty things to me, too. I tried to do it before, and I think I did alright, but...

  What are good dirty things to say? Are dirty things even good? Should I be thinking of them as bad dirty things? Oh, you're a bad, bad girl, Ashley. Naughty naughty...

  Like that, or what?

  I thought it was just phone sex, except then I realized that I don't even know what that is.

  Ethan sounded excited, though. He was, right? You better be naked as fuck and wet and ready for me when I get back to my room, Princess. That's what the text said...

  "Should we get dessert, honey?" my mom asks me. The waiter is waiting there, dessert menu in hand.

  "Um..."

  Oh my God, this is difficult. I kind of want dessert. I also kind of want to have phone sex with Ethan.

  "Can we... get it to go?" I ask.

  Perfect!

  "Are you in a rush?" my mom asks with a little waggle of her eyebrow.

  She knows, doesn't she? I was checking my phone. I told her I was texting Ethan. Ugh. She knows but it's supposed to be an intimate secret. I don't like this.

  "I just..."

  Be sweet, Ashley. That's what I tell myself. Be so saccharine sweet that it's like some Nicholas Sparks book and everyone will swoon and they won't even think you're thinking about going back to your dorm room and telling your stepbrother to spank you hard and slam his cock into you over the phone.

  "I miss him so much!" I say, trying to wail a little. Kind of wailing, you know? Like in some dramatic romance scene in a movie.

  "Awww," the waiter says. "How sweet."

  Yes! I've fooled him.

  I haven't even come remotely close to fooling my mother, though.

  "This devil's food molten chocolate cake looks good, doesn't it, Ashley?"

  She's, um... my mom is attempting to tarnish my good reputation, that's what she's doing! I give her a look as if to ask her if she's saying I'm a hot and gooey, decadent tart, and she gives me a look back as if to say that's exactly what she's saying.

  Wow, Mom. Wow.

  "That does sound good, actually," I admit.

  I don't like admitting this. I will also not admit that I wouldn't mind Ethan smearing gooey molten chocolate sauce all over my body and licking it off.

  But, really, what good is dessert if you can't enjoy it? I think that's the entire point behind it.

  Also, it's got a lot of calories sometimes. And sex burns calories, right? It's a perfect combination. I'm being conscientious of my health. That's it. Um...

  "We'll have that, to go," my mom says. "And I'll get... hmmm..."

  Mom, hurry! I can't say this, but I try to look like it. How does a hurried person look? Exasperated, I guess. And fidgety? Sure.

  "Chocolate peanut butter cup cheesecake sounds amazing," my mom finally says. "One of those, too. Can you bring the check, too?"

  "Of course, madame," the waiter says with a nod. "I'll hurry so the young mademoiselle can talk to her sweet love as soon as possible."

  I smile, and try to continue looking innocent and sweet.

  My mom waits until the waiter leaves, then she starts harassing me. Yes, my own mother is harassing me. Ugh.

  "I wonder what the young mademoiselle is going to say to her sweet love?" my mom asks me. "Perhaps a detailed conversation about Stroking-my-cock-for-Ashley.mp6?"

  "Mom, it's mp4," I tell her. This is serious and important.

  "Oh, of course, sorry!" she says, but she doesn't even sound sorry.

  This is a dumb question and I'm pretty sure I'm going to feel dumb asking it, but...

  "Um... mom? How do you have phone sex?"

  "Oh, well, when your stepfather is away on business and I can't be there, I usually fill the bathtub and add some bubbles, then light some candles, and—"

  What the heck!

  "No! Um... I meant for me? Or in general? What do I say?"

  She shrugs. "I think it's different for everyone, dear. Just do what feels right. Say the kinds of things you want to happen, or what you're doing, or say things that you think he'll get excited about, and go from there. It's not rocket surgery, honey. It's sexy talk."

  "Rocket surgery? Really?"

  "Do you know how hard it is to perform surgery on a rocket?" my mom asks me. "Unless this is some kind of doctor roleplaying thing and you're going to be playing doctor with Ethan's rocket, I suppose. Whatever you're into. I won't judge."

  "Mom. Stop. Please."

  "Oh, look, our dessert!"

  Thank God!

  *** Ashley

  I will talk dirty to Ethan. I will talk dirty to Ethan. I will talk dirty to Ethan.

  Just, um... I haven't figured out how yet. Or what to say. We drove back to college and my mom left to go on her walk. I have our desserts right here. I kind of want to eat mine right now, because I'm nervous. It's not good to eat food when you're nervous, but I'm going to eat it later anyways, so it's fine, right?

  I have to get naked, too, though. It's hard to eat and get naked at the same time, unless there's someone either helping you eat or helping you get naked. Which is better?

  I think someone helping you get naked is better. It's a little more exciting, you know? Anyone can help you eat, if you let them. I mean, I guess anyone can help you get naked, too, but that's weird.

  First, I lock the door. I don't want any inopportune interruptions from my mom. Next, I take off my shoes. That's a good start to getting naked, don't you think?

  Socks next, then...

  If I take off my pants, and then get under my covers in my bed, it's not so bad. No one can really tell I'm naked. Not that anyone else is here, though.

  I do that, and to be extra naughty I take my panties off, too. I slide them off the side of the bed, letting them lay in a pile on the floor.

  Shirt and bra... shirt and bra...

  Before I can decide what to do with those, Ethan calls me. It's the face app thing. I answer it quick while huddled under the covers. When it connects us, I smile bright and wave to him.

  "Hi!" I say, tittering, nervous.

  He's looking at me. It's not a good look. I guess it's not bad, either, it's just strange.

  "I thought you were going to be naked," he says. "What's up with the blankets? You're still wearing your shirt, Princess."

  "My pants are off!" I protest. "My panties, too, actually. You're not naked, either, Ethan. Strip!"

  "Whoa, calm down there," he says, smirking. "I just got back. Just let me lock my door... I'm working on it, alright? You want to watch?"

  "Ooh, can I?" I ask.

  "Uh huh," he says with a wink. "Hold on, alright?"

  I nod. "Alright."

  Ethan props up his phone on his desk so I can see most of his room.

  "Your room is so big," I say. "It's just yours, right?"

  "Yeah," he says. "Was kind of hoping you'd be saying something else is so big, Princess. You're hurting my feelings."

  "Shut up! I can't even see anything. You still have pants on. Take them off."

  "You're real fucking demanding right now, huh?"

  "It's because I miss you," I say, trying to sound cute and sweet. "I miss you, and..."

  "And?" he asks, sweeping his shirt up and over his head. Now I have a beautiful view of my sexy, shirtless boyfriend. He flexes his abs for me and runs his fingers up his chest, giving me a show.

  "I miss your cock, too," I say. "I want you inside me. Right now. Show me."

  He laughs. "Fuck. I kind of like this. Tell me how you really feel, Princess."

  "I want to get Ethan version 2.0 so I can pretend it's you," I say. "I want to see you stroking your cock and thinking a

bout me and I want to watch you and I want to push it inside me at the same time."

  "Do it," he says, coming closer to the camera, predatory, almost growling. "Get it. I want to see you fuck yourself, Princess."

  I scramble out of bed and hurry to my secret box inside of my backpack, which thankfully my mom never discovered. I bring the phone with me, too. Ethan laughs as I scurry around the room, this way and that.

  "You're excited, huh?" he asks.

  "Uh huh," I say. "You want to see?"

  "Fuck yeah."

  "Your pants first," I say. "I want to see how excited you are."

  Ethan backs away from the phone, then slowly unbuttons and unzips his pants. He pulls them down, bringing his underwear, too. I can see his thick, erect shaft slowly coming into view, inch by inch. I try to zoom in on the screen, but apparently it doesn't work that way.

  Ethan stops halfway, hiding my prize from me. "What are you doing?" he asks, laughing.

  I pout. "I wanted a closer look but it won't zoom in."

  "Here you go," he says, stepping close to his desk.

  It's about waist high, so this is perfect. Now I can see every pulsing vein on his cock, and... oh my God, it's wonderful. He lowers his pants more, peeling them down his body, until finally his cock pops into view. A tiny drop of precum hangs on the edge, just begging to be licked off.

  Well, I can't lick the real thing, but...

  I hold my phone out to make it easier for him to see everything, then I bring little Ethan to my lips. I lick at the exact spot where the precum is on his cock, then I swirl my tongue around the dildo, teasing and tempting him. Ethan groans, loud. Oh, wow, that's the most sexy sound I've ever heard. I grow even bolder and take the head of the dildo into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it.

  "Fuck, Princess," Ethan says. "Do you see what you're doing to me?"

  He grabs his cock and strokes it a few times. I take the dildo into my mouth in time with his strokes, trying to mimic giving him a blowjob in real time.

  "Oh, you want to play like that?" he asks.

  I nod quick.

  He strokes himself faster. I try to match his speed, but he's too fast for me.

  I laugh and stop, sticking my tongue out at him. "You're a cheater, Ethan Colton!"

  "Sorry, you're going to need to work on your skills, Princess. That's the first thing we're going to have to do this weekend."

  "The first thing? What about the second?"

  "What's with the shirt?" he asks, laughing. "You're alone, right? I'm naked here. Get that shirt off. I want to see your gorgeous fucking breasts."

  "Alright," I say. "Hold on."

  "Oh, I'm holding on alright," he says, making a show of firmly grabbing his cock even more and then stroking it.

  I move my pillow and prop my phone up on it, then turn to face it. This is kind of backwards, I guess, but it seems like the best way to do it. I sit down crosslegged on my bed and then peel my shirt off before unclasping my bra and removing that, too. I toss them down with my pants and panties from before. The pile grows bigger and bigger.

  "Aw yeah," he says. "That's what I'm talking about."

  "You like?" I ask. "What about... this...?"

  I take the Ethan-sized dildo and suck and lick on it, coating the entire length. I spread my legs to show him everything in between, then I lean back slightly. I trail the head of the dildo down my neck, to my breasts, circling one nipple, slowly down my stomach, and then to the top of my pubis just above my clit.

  "What do you want me to do now?" I ask him.

  "Fuck yourself, Princess," he says, staring hard at me. "Put it in slow. Feel every fucking inch of me inside you."

  Ethan's on his bed now, too, phone in hand, leaning back against his pillow. I can see all of him, his tight abs, throbbing cock, and the lusty look on his face. Ooh, yesss...

  "Oh, I... I don't know if... if it'll..."

  I tease it out, sliding the head of the dildo up and down my arousal-slick slit first, before pushing it inside me. My lower lips spread around the shaft. I reach forward with my free hand and grab my phone, then angle it so it's facing right above my pussy and Ethan can see everything.

  A little more... further and further. I go slow, just like he asked.

  "It's... Ethan, it's too big, it's... oh..."

  "Take it, Princess," he growls. "Take my fucking cock all the way. Right now."

  I wait a second first, whimpering and moaning, then I thrust the rest of the dildo all the way inside me. Oh, that feels so nice. It's full and sweet and I love that it's almost the exact size and shape as the real thing. I grind it inside me, then pull it out before thrusting it hard back in.

  "I want to see you, too," I mumble.

  "Look at me, Princess. I want to see the look in your eyes while you fuck yourself with my cock. Show me."

  I move the phone so I'm looking right at it. I bite my bottom lip and pull and push and thrust and slam the dildo inside me. Ethan watches me, and I can see him stroking himself faster and faster.

  "Fucking... fuck. I love the look in your eyes. You're about to cum, aren't you?"

  "Yes, but... can I use my fingers, too?" I ask him. "It feels so good. I want to play with myself for you. Please?"

  "Yeah," he says, grinning. "Fuck, I could cum any minute, too. Let's cum together, alright? Put your phone back on your pillow or whatever you were doing before. Let me see all of you that way. Then cum for me, babygirl. Let me know when you're about to."

  "Alright," I say. "Soon. Really soon. This is fun. I like it. I love you, Ethan."

  "I love you, too," he says, smiling. "We can talk more after you cum for me."

  I nod and sit up so I can put my phone on my pillow. I make sure everything's all set, and then... well...

  Rule number two, right? When Ethan tells me to come, I come... it's basically the same thing, isn't it?

  I hold the base of the dildo with one hand, pushing it in and out of me. I like it when it's inside me a little more, though. I like the feeling and the fullness. I like trying to match Ethan's strokes, too. I can see him on my phone, though it's small and sort of far away. It's still really sexy, though.

  I tease and stroke at my clit while I thrust little Ethan inside me. My body tenses and my pleasure builds and builds.

  "Ohhh... oh, I'm close, I'm..."

  "Cum for me, Princess," Ethan says.

  I stroke my clit faster and slam the entire dildo inside me, feeling the fullness of it. My body clenches at it, begging for Ethan's cock. The dildo is warm now from being inside me this entire time, and every time I clench it seems to squeeze a little, almost like Ethan's cock does when he's inside me. I close my eyes and remember him stroking himself, and I remember him inside me this morning, and...

  Faster. My clit throbs beneath my fingers, begging for release. I pull the dildo out of me, then slam it back in hard one last time. Oh, yes, that definitely does it...

  My body trembles and my legs start to quiver. I feel my phone fall off the pillow around my feet but I'm barely able to remember why my phone was there in the first place. I mean, I know, but... orgasm, so...

  Orgasms are really nice, aren't they? I like them quite a lot.

  I hold the dildo in me, hard, enjoying the feeling of my pussy clenching around it. My clit thrums beneath my fingers, feeling oh, so nice. It's sensitive, though. And then more sensitive, and... I kind of want to keep going, though. I kind of...

  Well, I'm just going to do it, alright?

  I pick up speed again, and start to thrust the dildo into me hard. It's maybe kind of too hard, and maybe kind of a little painful, but I like it a lot right now. My mind transforms the roughness into ecstasy, building upon my previous orgasm.

  Another one comes quickly. I force it to. It's faster than before, and peaks higher, but it's over quicker, too. That's alright. Orgasms are really nice, so...

  I tease my clit a little, slowly, still holding the dildo inside me. I lay back and stare up at the ceiling. Maybe this is how the stars were created. When people were outside at night way back at the beginning of time, and they had sex, the flashing brightness in their eyes after succulently sweet orgasms coursed through their bodies caused the stars to form and burn bright for centuries later.

  I don't think that's actually how it happened, but if I read a myth about it, I'd believe it.

  And... um... my phone is not on my pillow. Oh no.

  I scramble up to find it, and it's right between my legs, facing up.

  Ethan's staring at me now, mouth wide open, gaping. I can still see all of him, and he's got his cock in his hand, his cum covering the shaft and his fingers. I kind of want to lick it all off. Mmm...

  "Wow," Ethan says. "What a fucking angle, Princess. I know you did it by accident, but that was sexy as fuck."

  "Oh, what's that supposed to mean?" I ask, glaring at him. "I can't be sexy as fuck on purpose?"

  "You're always sexy as fuck," he says. "I've just never seen anything like that before."

  "It's because I'm special and unique!" I tell him. "You're lucky."

  "I am," he says, grinning. "How the fuck did I get so lucky?"

  "Because you're cute," I say. "I like your cock, too."

  "Oh, yeah, so you're using me for sex. I see how it is."

  "Nope! I'm using you for everything. You can use me for everything, too. But we have to love each other, though. That's a rule."

  "That's not even a rule," he says. "You want to make it one?"

  "Yup! Rule number... twenty-four," I say.

  *** Ethan

  Rule number twenty-four is kind of a fucked up one, because I'm not sure it makes sense to anyone except us, but they're our rules, so who cares? We can do what we want. It's our relationship, our rules, and we're kind of fucked up to begin with, but we make it work.

  I like to think of rule number twenty-four as the "You Complete Me" rule. Completed in all ways, though. Like those Chinese yin-yang symbols, right? How they connect together to make a circle. Yeah, Ashley and I can do that, especially when I'm balls deep inside her, and she's arching her back, and...

  Holy fuck, though, for real, I just feel so fucking satisfied right now.

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