by Clark, Mia
They...
Holy fucking shit. I've had an epiphany. Yeah, that's right. I'm a genius. Or an idiot. One of those. I don't fucking know. I feel like I've figured something important out, though. Maybe it's dumb. Yeah, it's probably dumb. It's cool, though. I feel better already.
"I think you're right," I tell my dad. "I should go apologize to her, huh?"
"It'd be nice," he says. "She's upstairs. Her and her mom went shopping, but they just came back. We're making dinner right now. It'll be ready in about thirty minutes. You want to let Ashley know? I'll call you when it's ready."
"Yeah, sounds good," I say.
My dad puts a hand on my shoulder, strong and steady. We're not good at this. We don't deal with emotions well. There's too many of them. That shit's confusing as fuck. Oh well, who cares?
I hug him. Whatever. He hugs me, too. It's real fucking manly.
We let go of each other and he heads back to the kitchen with Ashley's mom. I've got a date with destiny or some shit like that. I've remembered something important just now, and I've got to deal with it. This can't wait.
I go upstairs, kick off my shoes in my room, and my socks, too, then head to Ashley's room. Her door is open. I walk right in, don't even knock, don't even say anything. She's standing with her back to me, poking through a bag of clothes she must have just bought today. Didn't she just buy new clothes the other day with that friend of hers? Julia or whatever?
Now she's got more. And... huh. She's holding up a pair of cute as fuck panties, twirling them this way and that in her hands, stretching them out and looking at them from every angle. Shit, I'd love to see those on her. They're lacy and light blue, boy short styled, and I'm pretty sure her ass would look amazing in them.
I close the door behind me, not even trying to hide the fact that I'm there anymore. She jumps, startled, and turns towards me. I grin at her, then click the lock on her door, trapping us in her room.
"What are you doing?" she asks me, eyes narrowed.
"I went to the beach today," I tell her. "You know what happened when I was there?"
"Um... no..."
"I was driving around," I say. "I was pissed off. I wanted to do something stupid. I saw these two girls, and they were looking at me. Real DTF, giggling and shit."
"DTF?" she asks.
"Down to fuck," I say.
"Ethan," she says. "Please, stop. I don't want to hear this. I don't want to hear about your... your conquests, or whatever you want to call them."
"Listen," I say. "First off, fuck you, Princess. You know why? Because nothing happened. I was going to. I was going to screw shit up bad and make you hate me, because I wanted to forget everything and it's probably better if you really fucking hate me. I didn't, though. I said hi to them and then I kept driving. That's all I've done all day is drive. That's it."
"I don't know why you're telling me this," she says.
"There's a reason," I say. "I'm telling you this because even though shit's kind of fucked up right now, we had rules, and I wanted to stick to them. Rule number... whatever the hell it was. What rule are we dealing with here?"
She knows. I know she knows.
"Rule number ten," she whispers to me. "You can't sleep with other girls while we're..." She pauses. "But we're not now. I don't know what you're trying to say."
"We're not?" I ask her. "You sure about that, Princess? I think you're forgetting the most important fucking rule, don't you?"
She scrunches up her nose and looks at me, trying to figure out what I mean.
"Rule number one," I tell her. "This is only going to last a week. Guess what? The week isn't over yet. Not by a fucking longshot, Princess. I didn't realize it until I got home, but that's what's been screwing with me this entire time. I almost forgot the rules, but I'm glad I remembered."
"A week!" she says, glaring at me. "It was a week because that's how long our parents were going to be away. I think it's kind of over now, Ethan. They're back already."
"Fuck you," I say. "Yeah, for real, just fuck you, Princess. A week is a fucking week. If you want to stop, then you're going to have to use rule number three. I remember that one, at least."
"I can change my mind whenever I want," she says.
"Yeah," I say. "You can. Do it. I dare you. I'll leave right now if you do. We can end this on our own terms, Princess. It's your decision."
"I don't think it's that easy," she says. "Ethan, I..."
"Fucking do it!" I growl at her. "Say it's over! Tell me you're done and you don't want to do this anymore."
Her bottom lip trembles and she starts to shake. It hurts to watch her. I don't want to yell at her like this, but I just need to make her understand. I think that's what we're both missing here. Closure. She can end it. If she wants to end it, she can end it. And then it's done. That's our choice. It's not done because we have to stop because our parents came home. It's done because she wants it to be done. That's the rule. It's our rule.
"What if I don't want to say it?" she asks, whispering, nervous.
"You remember what rule number two is?" I ask her
She smiles softly and nods.
"Come here, Princess. Right fucking now. Get the hell over here."
*** Ashley
I don't know what's wrong with him. In addition to that, I don't know what's wrong with me. Why am I even considering doing this? Our parents are right downstairs! They could hear us. They could come up looking for us. They could stand right outside our door and knock and ask to come in, and then what?
I can say no, I guess. I can be quiet, too. I don't know if I want to be quiet, though. Maybe they won't come up at all?
I hesitate, and Ethan stares at me.
I stare back at him. Hard. This is my room, isn't it? He's not the boss here, I am, and...
I don't know. That's as far as I get with that line of thinking. I have another thought, though, and I kind of like it.
"What if I don't want to?" I ask him, haughty, smirking.
"Oh, you're going to play that game?" he asks. "You want to, Princess. Don't deny it."
I shake my head and lift my chin up. "Nope!"
"You're making me so much fucking harder right now," he says. "I'm going to make you pay for that."
He steps towards me, but I'm quick. I think I'm quick, at least. I leap over my bed, scattering my clothes from the shopping bag, and dive for the other side to slip away from him.
It doesn't go very well. Ethan grabs my ankles and stops my dive, then pulls me back slightly. He moves his hands up my legs towards my thighs, then flips me around onto my back. I'm trapped now, pinned on the bed by his strong arms while he looms over me with an intense look in his eyes.
"Now why'd you have to do that?" he asks, smirking.
I cross my arms over my chest and pretend not to look at him, even though I can see him out of the corner of my eye. "Because," I say.
"Because what?" he asks. "Because of this morning?"
"You were kind of mean, huh?" I ask. "Actually, yes and no. I was really upset about that, Ethan."
He lets go of my legs and slides onto the bed next to me. I turn to face him and we lay like that, sideways across the bed, both of us staring into the other's eyes.
"Yeah," he says. "Look, I'm sorry about that, Ashley. Can you forgive me?"
"Why'd you do it?" I ask him. I'm curious to know the answer, but I"m even more curious to hear him apologize and ask for forgiveness. I don't think I've ever heard Ethan Colton do something like that on his own before.
"I was angry," he says. He refuses to elaborate.
"If you want me to forgive you, you have to talk to me, alright?" I tell him. "You need to tell me everything."
"I don't do this," he says. "It's too much like... like shit I don't do."
I understand. It's too much like a relationship, which is something we can't have. But maybe we can, too? I don't know.
"Ethan," I say, reaching out to touch his cheek. "I know what we're
doing is um... unorthodox? I want you to know that no matter what happens, you're like my family now, too, though. Your dad is my stepdad and my mom is your stepmom, and we're stepsiblings, so I think we should be able to talk to each other about things."
He looks away for a second, but then he turns back to me. There's some look in his eyes that startles me for a second. It's different from how he usually looks at things; how he usually looks at me.
"I'm not used to talking about emotional bullshit," he says. "It's easier to just move on and forget it."
"Is that what you want to do then?" I ask. "You want to move on and forget this?"
"No," he says. "That's the problem. I like what was going on. I'm pissed that our parents came back early and they're ruining it. You want to know what I thought about while I was driving?" he asks.
"What?"
"Stupid shit," he says with a grin. "Just dumb, stupid shit. I was thinking about how we could get a hotel room or something for the rest of the week and do our own thing there. Maybe go on a vacation or something. Hang out in Cancun or Aruba or wherever the fuck, I don't know. Then we wouldn't have to stop early and we could have a good time."
"You weren't really thinking that, were you?" I ask him. I don't know how he could. He just... he confuses me. He seemed so upset this morning. So dismissive of everything involving me, that I'm not sure how he could have thought of any of that.
"Yeah, I don't know," he says, shrugging slightly. "It's fucked up."
"I really like you," I say without thinking. Oh God, did I just say that? "Um... as a friend, I mean. Stepbrother. With benefits. Or without benefits. I think. This is the first time we've ever really talked a lot, huh?"
"Yeah," he says. "I guess so. You're pretty cool, yourself. I don't hate you."
"Oh, you don't hate me?" I say, rolling my eyes at him. "Thanks a lot!"
"I like you, Princess. I'd hang out with you, even if we weren't going to fuck."
"Me, too," I say, nodding quick. "But, we are. As soon as you get my pants off."
"Shit, is that a challenge?" he asks.
"Um... yes, maybe, because we have to be quiet!" I say. "Maybe this won't work. I don't know how this is going to work. Do you really think we're going to be able to sneak this past our parents for the rest of the week?"
"I've got an idea," he says, smirking. "What I'm really curious about is how we're going to manage rule number fifteen."
"That's the..." It takes me a moment, but then I remember. "That's impossible! We definitely can't do that one."
"Nah, your rule, Princess. I didn't make it. You can't give up now."
"They'll figure it out," I say. "Ethan, we can't sleep in the same room together. It's not going to work."
"We're sleeping in the same room together," he says. "Tonight you're going to come to my room. You think I'm just going to give up on this? You're wrong."
He says all of this while sitting up and reaching towards my pants. His fingers unbutton my jeans and tug on the waistband, pulling them down my hips. Then a little lower, lower still, until he has them all the way off. He tosses them on the floor by the side of the bed.
"Maybe we can... I can sneak out," I say. I'm distracted. I don't realize he's pulling at the waistband of my panties at first.
"Hey, some help here?" he asks. "Lift that beautiful fucking ass of yours up so I can pull this shit off and shove my cock in your glorious pussy."
"Wow, really? You're so romantic. Do you seriously say these things to girls? I don't know how you ever have sex."
"Please?" he asks, grinning. "I want to taste your sweet pussy first, too. You're fucking delicious, Princess."
Well, I can't really object to that, now can I? Because I do kind of want him to lick me there. Um... it was very good last time, and...
Our parents are seriously right downstairs! We definitely shouldn't be doing this. Unfortunately my hips are intent on giving in to Ethan's seductions, and they seemingly lift of their own accord. He pulls my panties slowly down my legs and I lay there on the bed, bare from the waist down.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he says, staring at my crotch.
"Not really," I say to him. "You just like my pussy."
"Nah," he says. He claps a hand against my sex, holding me there tight, and then he moves up until his face is right over mine, our lips almost touching. "I don't usually say this shit, Princess, but since you're my stepsister, I'll make an exception. You're beautiful everywhere. You're pretty as fuck, cute, and a lot of fun. Not just sex fun, either. You're the entire fucking package."
I don't know what to say to that. I reach up and cup his cheeks with my hands and then pull him down to kiss him. He comes and he kisses me while his hand holds my bare pussy. He slides his fingers up and down, teasing at my arousal.
I have something to admit. I know this is strange, but I've been horny all day. I've missed being able to see and touch and feel Ethan whenever I want, and I thought about maybe masturbating, but um... mostly I was with my mom, so that wouldn't really work, you know? When we finally came home and I went upstairs to look at my clothes and put them away, I was seriously considering locking my door, laying down on my bed and...
But now I don't have to. Ethan is here. He can do it for me? The thought makes me giggle into his kiss, and he pulls back, giving me a funny look.
"Something funny?" he asks.
"Yes," I say. "Why are you taking so long to have sex with me? I'm ready, if you haven't noticed."
"Holy fuck, being sassed by a chick with no pants. This is unreal. You want my cock that bad, Princess?"
I bite my bottom lip and nod at him. "I would not be opposed to it," I say.
"Yeah yeah, hold the fuck on..." He gets up, pulling away from me.
My body misses the heat of his hand as soon as he's gone. I feel the chill of the open air caressing against my slick arousal. To make up for his loss, I sneak my hand between my legs and start playing with myself. Ethan undoes his pants, slow at first, but when he sees me touching between my legs, he hurries up fast.
Now he's naked from the waist down like me. Pants on the floor, shoes kicked off, no socks, underwear gone... His cock throbs and bounces in front of me. I lick my lips, staring at him. I think this is going to be a lot of fun...
"I wanted to do this properly," he says. "We don't have a lot of time, though. Dinner's going to be ready soon. Probably ten or fifteen minutes now. So, yeah, this is going to be quick as fuck, Princess. I'll make it up to you later. Promise."
I start to answer him, to say that's fine, that I just want him right now, that I need him, but he stifles me by pressing his lips hard against mine.
His mouth, those lips, against um... not my mouth... not those lips...
He slaps my hand away from my pussy and grabs my thighs, then pulls me across the bed closer to him. Lifting me up until only my shoulders and my head are the only things touching the bed, he pulls my thighs over his shoulders and buries his mouth into my wet, bare pussy. The sensation is instant, almost shocking, like falling through the ice while walking across a frozen lake in the winter. This is a good shock, though.
My body bucks and writhes as his tongue laps at my slit. He tickles the tip of his tongue against my clit, side to side, then up and around, slow, fast, everything. His hands hold me up, fingers digging into my butt, keeping me pressed tight against his mouth.
"Oh my God!" I scream out. When I realize what's going on, I clap my hand over my mouth, trying to quiet myself down. This is a huge struggle, though. This is exciting in all the wrong ways. I really shouldn't be excited at my stepbrother um... eating me out... when our parents are right downstairs. For some reason that makes it kind of more exciting, though. This is so wrong it's ridiculous, and the risk makes it all the more interesting.
My stomach flutters, a mix of nervous butterflies and orgasmic anticipation. Because, mhm, I'm pretty sure that's where we're going with this.
Ethan lays me back on the bed softly. Hi
s lips are wet and glistening from my arousal. "Holy fuck, Princess," he says. "I could eat you out all day."
"Maybe tomorrow?" I offer.
"Don't even fucking tempt me," he says. "I'll drag you to a fucking airport, get us both tickets on the next flight to who gives a fuck, and do whatever the hell I want with you for days."
"Really!" I say, laughing. "It sounds fun, but maybe a little more romance?"
"What do you want from me here? Cover the bed in roses and then drench your pussy in red wine while I eat you out?"
"Um... actually that would be kind of hot," I say, squirming.
"Oh yeah?" he asks. He slides my butt on the bed, moving my head closer to my pillows.
I nod quick. "Mhm."
"I don't usually do shit like that, but I'd do it for you," he says.
It's just so... so crass, but romantic, too? But in a weird way, because I don't think this is supposed to be romantic. We aren't romancing each other, we're just doing a stepbrother with benefits thing.
Right? Yes... I think so... I'm not sure anymore.
Now is not the time to think about that, though.
"Here's how we'll do this," he says. "You need to be quiet, right? Me too. So first we—" He grabs my hips and before I realize it I'm flipped over onto my stomach. "—just like that, and then if you have to scream or anything, bury your face in a pillow. Got it?"
"Very scientific and technical," I say, laughing.
"Don't fucking sass me, Princess," he says.
Ethan laughs, too. Not for the same reasons at all. He laughs because in the middle of telling me not to sass him, he lines his cock up with the entrance to my pussy and thrusts all the way into me. When he finishes his sentence, I let out a sharp gasp, arching my back. Thankfully my face naturally ends up in a pillow, because right after thrusts inside of me I make a lot of noises. I'm not even sure what I'm saying, but it's loud and uncontrollable.
Ethan grabs my hips and pulls me up slightly, bringing the center of my body a little ways off the bed. He sneaks his hand towards my stomach, then down to my clit, and starts rubbing lightly. When he's set himself up nicely, he pulls out of me, then thrusts hard back in. His other hand holds my hip, keeping me in place and pulling my body harder onto his cock.