Stepbrother With Benefits 12 (Second Season)

by Clark, Mia

  Deceptively soft and sweet, Ethan kisses the front of my thigh. His hands move behind my legs, his fingers wrapping around my soft skin, and ever so slightly he pulls my legs apart. His lips kiss across the inside of my thighs now, moving from one to the other, slowly working his way up.

  I can feel his hot, heavy breath against the center of my body, tickling and teasing at my clit. His breathing grows heavier and I clench my eyes shut. Oh, yes, he's going to kiss me there, isn't he?

  Um... nope...

  He stands again, standing in front of me once more.

  "Just a shower," he says with a nod, smiling.

  "Um..."

  I open my eyes and watch him, my bottom lip trembling so hard that I have to pull it into my mouth and clench it between my teeth to stop it from shaking.

  Ethan unbuttons and unzips his shorts, letting them slide down his legs. He kicks them aside, then pulls down his underwear. We're both naked now. Both very very naked, and... um...

  He reaches towards his change of clothes and grabs some of the quarters he brought with him. "Just give me a second," he says. "Be right back."

  I watch him turn around and go to put the quarters in the shower so we can start. Just showering. That's what we're about to start. I think. Maybe. I don't even really know?

  We're just taking a shower!

  As soon as he turns around, I realize we're definitely not just taking a shower, though.

  Ethan's cock is hard. It's maybe harder than I've ever seen it. Pointing straight at me and slightly up, it bobs with a certain sense of confidence and promise. I look down. I can't take my eyes off of him, away from his... erection... I...

  Ethan walks towards me with purpose. He wraps his arms around me, his hands pressing tight against my ass, and then he lifts me up in one fluid motion. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and I grab at his shoulders and neck, too. I cling to him, holding tight.

  Water cascades all around us as Ethan carries me towards the shower. I can feel his cock slapping lightly against me, throbbing and begging to slide its way inside my arousal-slick folds. Yes, um... I'm wet. Not just from the shower. I've been this way for awhile now, probably since this morning after our botched attempt at teasing each other into submission.

  Ethan lowers me, lodging the head of his cock between the folds of my glistening sex. Just a little lower and we'll be together completely, he'll be filling me entirely.

  He both growls and purrs into my ear, heady and strong, yet seductive and sweet, too.

  "Tell me to stop, Princess," he says. "Tell me that we're just taking a shower and I'll put you down and stop. Otherwise, the rules are the rules. I can't tease you this time, Princess. It's going to be for real."

  As if that isn't enough, he adds, "I want to fuck you so bad, Ashley. I want to feel you around my cock. Please, Princess? I promise I'll make it worth your while, babygirl."

  I whimper and nod a little, pressing my face hard against his cheek. Ethan lowers me a little, and then a little more. I can feel him inside me, pressing his way further into me, inch by inch. It's so deliriously arousing and with every small movement further inside me, my pussy clenches and spasms. It's almost like my body is trying to grab at his cock and pull him all the rest of the way in.

  "Halfway in, Princess," he says, moving forward to kiss the side of my neck. "You just say the word and I'll stop, alright? I don't want to tease you, though. I want to make love to you so fucking bad."

  I don't say anything. I don't even try to say anything. I'm trying so hard not to say anything that my lips are pursed shut, tight, and I'm pretty sure they're turning white from how hard I'm keeping my mouth closed.

  Ethan shifts his head back, watching me. I move back, too, staring into his eyes. Our noses are touching, tip to tip. He slides me down his cock a little more, tempting and provocative, and then he bucks his hips up while also pulling me down.

  I can't keep my lips tight any longer. My mouth opens, wide, and I let out a lusty moan. The sound of my ecstasy echoes through the shower stall, accompanying the pitterpatter of water falling down on us and all around us. Ethan squeezes my ass hard and pulls me even harder onto his cock, filling me completely.

  I feel him throb and pulse inside me and I can't stop myself from clenching against him. He grinds his hips against mine, the center of his body rubbing and stroking at my clit.

  "Aw yeah," he says. "I want you to fucking scream for me, Princess."

  "Ethan, I... w-we're in the shower," I tell him, but it doesn't seem to matter.

  While holding me aloft, he lifts me up slightly and pulls his hips back. Then he thrusts forward and pulls me down again. Our bodies clap together, loud, and my mind goes blank for a second. Oh my God... oh my God...

  "What's wrong?" Ethan asks, smirking, cocky. "We're just taking a shower, right?"

  Holy... wow... yes, um...

  I'm more worked up than I thought, or Ethan is better than I knew. Except I think both those things might be true. It seems like the more we're together, the better we know each other, and each time we have sex is so much better than the last. It seems almost crazy in a way. How can that even happen? You'd think it'd be the same, especially considering the same is certainly very good, but...

  Nope. Not at all.

  "I stopped before, remember?" he asks me. "Right when you were about to cum, Princess. I stopped right then. I know exactly how far I can go before you're about to orgasm. You know that, right?"

  I nod and I kiss him and I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, clinging tight to him.

  "I'm not going to tease you, Princess. Rules are rules, right? I'm going to tell it to you straight. You know as well as I do that I know what I'm doing. I think I can make you cum in... maybe fifteen or twenty more seconds. What do you think?"

  I don't know how to think right now. Ooohhh, it feels so good. I nod, though. I'm sure he's right. I know a lot about math and science, history and literature, but this is Ethan's specialty. This is a subject he's intimately familiar with in more ways than one, and if they taught classes like this in college he'd most certainly get high marks. I doubt he'd even be taking a class like that, though. He'd be teaching it.

  "Maybe ten seconds now. You can feel it building up, Princess. I know you can. Each thrust, the perfect rhythm, but here's the catch. I want more. I'm greedy as fuck and I want more. You've got five seconds, Princess. I don't care what you have to do. I want you to cum in five seconds, or we really are just going to take a shower, nothing else."

  Um...? Wait, what! No. No no no. That's... that's not fair. I tell him as much, wide-eyed and frantic.

  "Ethan, no, no, Ethan no no no, I want to, I want to cum please please please."

  He grins at me and shakes his head. "Four seconds now, Princess." Another second passes and he says, "Three..."

  I need to take drastic measures here. I cling tight to him, my upper body pressing hard against his. When he thrusts into me again, I grind the center of my body against him. Ohhh... oh my God, yesss...

  I can feel it. Feel more. I don't know why I never thought of this before. My clit slides along Ethan's shower-slick stomach, a jolt of sharp pleasure crashing through me. He pulls out and slams back into me hard and I writhe against him.

  "Two, Princess," he says. Then, soon after. "One..."

  One. I have one. Can I do this? I think yes. He tries to pull out of me, and I don't know if it's because he's going to thrust back in or if this is it. I don't have more time. I need to. I need to cum and climax and orgasm and even though those are essentially the same exact thing, I need to do all three at once, together and separately. I...

  I press my lips hard against his, kissing him in some vague hope of distraction, and then I bring my body to pleasure, feeling his cock throb deep inside of me while I slip and slide my clit across the rugged grooves of his lower abs.

  "Oh my gosh oh my gosh, wow..." I say. That's sort of what I wanted to say, at least, but I think it just comes out
as gibberish.

  "That's it, Princess," he says. "Cum for me. I want to feel it. I want to..."

  I keep pressing against him, bucking my hips against him, too. I stare hard into his eyes, feeling ecstasy overtake me, and then I see something amazing. Ethan looks surprised for a second, and then excited.

  "Fuck, I'm—"

  He doesn't have to say more. I can feel it. He's excited and I'm excited and now we're both cumming, our orgasms mutual and complete. My body throbs around him, clenching at his pulsing shaft, and he shoots stream after stream of sweet sticky cream deep inside me. Oh, I love it. I absolutely love it. I kiss him and hold him and I just keep writhing against him. Now that I know this is something I can do, that I'm allowed to do, I can't seem to stop.

  My clit throbs and screams with pleasure, my entire body overloaded with orgasmic desire. I kiss Ethan's lips and his cheeks and his nose, his face, his eyes. All of him. I can't stop. He slaps my ass, hard and rough, then squeezes tight and drives his cock into me as deep as he can. I can feel him there, so very far inside me, cumming harder than I've ever felt him cum before, his seed splashing directly against...

  Some weird thought overcomes me. What if I wasn't on birth control? I... I am... I think I am. Sometimes it doesn't work, though. Right? What if this is it? Or this is that? I mean, what if this is the time that it fails and if it did, um...

  Warmth and desire fills me, and I think about us having a baby.

  I tell him this, whispering into his ear while my climax smolders and simmers low. "What if I'm pregnant?" I ask him. "You're so far inside me, Ethan. What if I'm pregnant now?"

  "Fuck, Princess... what are you..."

  He just came inside me, but as soon as I ask him about pregnancy, he gets harder. His cock throbs and pulses, stretching me. I squeeze back against him instinctively, and I feel a shimmer of pleasure working its way back to me. I wriggle and grind against him, pressing my clit against him again.

  "Do you want me to have your baby?" I ask him. "What would you do? Would you still find me attractive if my belly was big and growing and..."

  "Holy fucking shit, you're insane," he says, but his erection gives him away.

  He's immediately hard, almost as if he never came inside me in the first place. His fingers squeeze tight into my ass and he starts to thrust again, driving deep into me.

  "I want it," I say, begging and pleading with him. "I want you. I want to have a baby with you, Ethan. I... I forgot to take my birth control the first night we were here. I was so worried about you last night that I forgot to take it then, too. I can. I can get pregnant now. I want you to make me pregnant, Ethan. Please?"

  "Fucking... are you serious?" he asks, staring at me, wide-eyed.

  He keeps thrusting into me, though. He's slamming even harder inside me, harder than before.

  I bite my bottom lip and look at him, shy. "Mmhmm..."

  *** Ethan

  "Whatever happens, it's your own damn fucking fault, Princess," I say to her. "There's no way I'm stopping now."

  "Ethan, you..." She whimpers when I thrust hard into her, her body slamming hard against mine. "You can't, you..."

  Fuck, she's good. She is so fucking good it hurts.

  This is crazy, though. I literally have no idea what's going on. I have a strict "No Pregnancy" policy. I kind of already broke that before with her, though. Rule number whatever-the-fuck it was, the one I made up, where I specifically told her we weren't going to use condoms for the week because I knew she was on birth control.

  Yeah, it's nice. It's a first for me, too. I don't fuck around. When I said there was a strict "No Pregnancy" policy, I meant it. Yeah, alright, so girls before tried to convince me it was fine, that they were on birth control or whatever the fuck, but to be completely fucking honest, some women are crazy.

  I'm not saying most, so just calm yourself, alright? Most women are fine, and I have a certain general affection for the female gender, but it doesn't matter if most women are fine, because it only takes one to fuck you up hard. This isn't the good kind of fucked up, either. This is the bad kind where you get a phone call in a year telling you that you're a father.

  Nah, I don't need that kind of responsibility. I don't even fucking want it. I'm careful, or I was careful, and Ashley Fucking Banks screwed it all up.

  It doesn't help that I don't even fucking care if she gets pregnant. It doesn't help that I really kind of fucking want her to get pregnant. The thought is so fucking intoxicating and arousing that my cock is the hardest I can ever remember it being. This is my erection's entire life's purpose and it is ready and willing to do its duty.

  I don't know if I'd be a good dad. To be honest, I'd probably be a bad one. I trust Ashley to tell me I'm being a dumb fuck and to be better, though. I trust that she'd help me figure this shit out and become the most awesome fucking dad ever.

  But... yeah... hold the fuck up, alright?

  I'm still pretty sure I don't want to get her pregnant right now. That's what I'm telling myself, but then why is my cock hard as fuck, why do I keep slamming hard into her, fucking her with reckless abandon, all while she whimpers and whispers about how I can't do this, how she's going to get pregnant, how...

  Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck...

  "I'm cumming, Ethan, I'm cumming," she gasps, moaning into my ear. "Don't cum now, alright? Wait until I'm done. The easiest time for a girl to get pregnant is when she's having an orgasm because it helps assist the man's cum in getting closer to her womb, so you... you can't... not now... just... just wait..."

  This is like some serious informational and educational shit right here. Is it true? Fuck if I know. All I know is it makes me even harder, makes me even more aroused knowing that if I cum right now when she's having her orgasm that...

  Yeah, well, guess what the fuck happens? It's kind of obvious, isn't it? It feels amazing as fuck, too.

  I fill her the fuck up. For good measure, I hold her down hard on my cock, too. There's no fucking way she could even hope to get away. She's squirming and begging and pleading with me, whispering, "No, no no noooo," into my ear all while her greedy fucking pussy squeezes and clenches and begs me for more. Yes, yes, yesss...

  I don't know what happens after that. I think I black out or something. Crazy, right? Yeah, uh... I don't even know.

  I close my eyes and when I open them again, we're sitting under the hot water of the shower. Princess fucking Ashley is still impaled on my cock, which is pretty great. I'm sitting on a bench on this side, right beneath the showerhead, and she's just sitting in my lap. No more sex. I don't even think I can get hard right now.

  I mean, yeah, I think I could probably get hard. It's hard not to get hard with Ashley trying to seduce the fuck out of me. I think we're both tired, though.

  I thought showers were supposed to be nice and refreshing? Why am I exhausted as fuck, then? Seriously, what the fuck?

  She rains kisses all over my face while the shower rains on each of us. A little more time passes, and eventually the water turns off. We're left in some sense of serenity, the gentle drip drip drip of whatever water is left slowly dropping down onto us.

  Yeah, uh... now that we're done, now that I have some time to think, I have a few choice things to say to this girl.

  The first is, "Holy fuck."

  She grins at me, unable to contain herself. She looks super fucking happy with herself, and smug, too. Yeah, you've really outdone yourself this time, Princess. Bravo.

  "That was so amazing," she says. "Wow."

  Second thing. Here it is. I'm saying it.

  "You dirty liar. I saw you take your birth control the other night. I didn't see you last night, but I'm pretty fucking sure you took it."

  She bites her bottom lip and looks up and away from me. When she looks back, she bats her eyelashes. This is like The Fast and the Furious, but with eyelashes right here.

  I think I lied before. I don't know. I'm pretty sure I could get another erection if she keeps this
up, though. Who the fuck knew that eyelashes were sexy as fuck? I sure didn't. Not before now, at least.

  "Did I?" she asks, coy, feigning innocence. "Whoops! I must have forgotten."

  "You didn't forget shit!" I tell her. Seriously, real talk, she knew exactly what she was doing. "Holy fuck, you're dangerous."

  "Well, I can't get pregnant now, Ethan!" she says, slapping my shoulder. "Seriously, I've got to finish college first. After, though..." She trails off, and offers me a sly, shy smile.

  "Don't even fucking tempt me," I tell her. "I'll go to your graduation and drag you off right after you go up on stage and get your diploma, then fuck the shit out of you in a room for a week just to make sure I've done the job right."

  "Promise?" she asks.

  And it's those fucking eyelashes again! Seriously, what's up with that?

  "Princess, you need to calm down here," I tell her. Someone has to say it, so I guess it should be me.

  "Do you like it, though?" she asks. "Was it sexy?"

  "Sexy as fuck, no doubt about it," I tell her.

  "It's soon, though, huh?" she asks. "I know that, too. I don't want to rush anything, Ethan, but... I do want to have babies some day. I just want to finish college, too. I'm a good girl, remember?"

  The way she says it... yeah, definitely makes my cock twitch. Round three? Nah, not yet. Give me a little more time, and maybe.

  "I don't know what the fuck kind of good girl you are," I say. "Never met a good girl who says dirty things like that. What was with the whole 'Oh, if you cum in me when I'm cumming, I'll definitely get pregnant' thing? Is that true?"

  "Maybe, kind of? It's supposed to be, but it's not like it's completely necessary or anything. I guess it just helps, or that's what I've heard."

  "You used it against me, Princess. You said that just to make me cum. It worked. Good fucking job." I shake my head and sigh, pretending to be disappointed or upset or something. I have no idea.

  "You liked it!" she says, kissing my cheek. "Can we do stuff like that more?" she asks. "I like pretend roleplaying. It's fun. Did you like when I was telling you no, that you couldn't?"