Stepbrother With Benefits 1 (4 page)

T
his isn't
the first time I've kissed her, but I thought the last time was going to actually be the last.

We were young and impressionable or something like that. I didn't even think she'd remember it. I remember it, because... yeah, when you kiss someone like Ashley Banks, it's real fucking hard to forget.

It happened about six months after our parents got married. She and her mom moved into our place. Didn't really expect that. I was kind of used to being alone. Dad was always working, so I got the run of the place. He had some tutor for me that I kind of just ignored most of the time, and she left as soon as Dad got home, anyways.

My dad and her mom went away for the weekend once, though. I convinced him we were old enough to stay home by ourselves. I mean, fuck, we were fifteen, almost sixteen, which should have been fine, right? Yeah, it would have been, except I had an ulterior motive.

Party time! Aw yeah!

I swear Little Miss Perfect Princess Ashley nearly died. I thought she was going to call her mom and tell her everything, too, but for whatever reason she didn't. Who knows why? Maybe she had potential. Party girl potential? Yeah, something like that.

I invited a bunch of kids from school over, ordered a million boxes of pizza. Had to get it from a bunch of different places, because for whatever reason they thought I was kidding when I said I wanted twenty pizzas. Do you even know who I am? My dad's a billionaire. I can afford twenty pizzas.

Whatever. Fuck them.

Anyways, everything's going well. We've got soda, pizza, more candy than Willy Wonka, and an entire fucking mansion to ourselves. Which is probably a really bad thing to give to a reckless group of high school kids, but whatever. That was kind of the entire point.

Shit happened. A lot of it. It ended up devolving into games of Truth or Dare, which mostly seemed like an excuse for people to dare each other to make out in a closet. Which, I might have done at least once. Ashley was there, of course. Standing off to the side. Yeah, right, didn't think Miss Perfect Princess would join in on that one. Obviously.

She took the whole thing well. Well enough. It was a weekend, but everyone went home by nine, and we sort of started cleaning up a little, but she was pissy and prissy and acting like a goddamn princess again.

"What's your issue?" I remember asking her.

"Nothing!" she screamed.

"This is like that PMS shit, isn't it?" I asked.

"You're an idiot, Ethan Colton!"

"I thought chocolate helped that. We've got plenty. Go stuff your face with it."

"Loser."

Remembering the way she said that makes me laugh, even to this day.

"Look, what's wrong?" I asked. "Did you have fun tonight or what?"

There was something. I didn't know what. I still don't know what it was. It's hard to tell with her. Ashley is confusing as fuck. Don't even get me started on that. If I had to put a word to the look in her eyes, though, I'd say it was a twinkle. Some sort of spark. Shit. I don't know.

"No," she said. "I didn't."

"What the fuck, why not?" Yeah, I had a mouth, even then. What of it?

"I wanted to play, too," she said. "I wanted to kiss someone."

I forget if I was feeling vindictive or honest, but I said, "No one would have kissed you anyways."

She almost cried. Fuck, she was going to cry, wasn't she? I didn't mean it in a bad way, but it was true. No one would have. Not with me here. Yeah, she was my stepsister, but it was practically the same thing as being my sister, right? Or something like that. No one wanted me to kick their ass, and I think I very well might have.

Ashley was nice. She wasn't that kind of girl. She didn't fuck around, not with anything. She was the kind of girl that went far in life. Not like me. What was I? Some brat. Spoiled rich kid who screwed around and relied on the fact that his father had plenty of money to keep him set for life. Which was true. No shame in admitting it. I'm not going to lie about it or anything.

Anyways, she was crying, and I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, but...

"Truth or dare?" I asked her.

"Everyone's left already," she said, sniffling. "It's not the same."

"Look, you're the one crying about it, so truth or dare, Ashley?"

She gave me the most ornery, obstinate, stubborn, determined look I've ever seen on anyone. "Dare," she said. "I dare someone to kiss me! There! Are you happy--"

Well, fuck, no, I wasn't happy. What fun was a dare if there was no one to do it? So I did it. Well, fuck me, yeah, not one of my brightest moves in the world, but she was over here crying about it, so what the hell?

It was kind of awkward. At first, at least. She looked completely shocked when my lips touched hers, but I kept going. And tongue. Yeah, I'm good at this shit, don't you forget it. Even at fifteen I was strong, too. Had been playing football since middle school, lifting weights for a couple years now.

I put my hands on her hips, held her close, and kissed her like anyone should be happy to kiss her. She still had glasses then, and I'd never kissed a girl with glasses before, so our noses kind of bumped together and tilted her frames to the side. She pulled her glasses off and dropped them onto the dining room table nearby, then cupped my cheeks in her hands and kissed me again.

Shit, that was good. Real good. Great memories.

I think we might have gone further if we had the chance. Maybe a lot further. I'd known this girl for most of my life, and now she was living under the same roof as me. How fucked would that be?

Good thing our parents came home. Maybe it was good. I mean, it wasn't that good. I got grounded for that one. For a long time. They weren't even supposed to be home yet. We were supposed to have another day on our own. It was probably good we didn't. I could have kissed Ashley Banks for hours. Shit, she was good.

Alas, it was not meant to be. I just remember my dad screaming from the front door, presumably after seeing the trash we'd left laying around everywhere.

"Ethan Albert Colton!"

We froze. The both of us. The last thing that happened was Ashley staring into my eyes. Maybe. Girl was blind as a bat without her glasses, so who the fuck knows what she was looking at?

"Albert?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes at her and pushed her away. "Go hide in your room and pretend you're asleep. I'll take the blame for everything."

"
T
hat was my first kiss
," I tell him. "You were my first."

"Shit," Ethan says. "No fucking way? Are you serious?"

"Yes. No one else would kiss me."

"I don't know why not," he says.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask. It certainly can't mean what I think it means.

"It means," Ethan says, his voice a little hesitant, but still genuine, "that if our parents hadn't come home and interrupted us, I would have gladly spent the rest of the weekend kissing you."

No. I shake my head. That can't be true. "Liar," I say.

"Don't fucking tempt me, Ashley," he says with a growl. "Just don't fucking tempt me. You don't know what you're dealing with here."

"You can't do anything," I say. "You won't. Everyone might think you're a bad boy, Ethan, but I know you. You're not as bad as they think."

"Just keep it up, Princess. I dare you."

I don't know if he meant it that way, but it brings back memories. Good ones.

"Truth or dare?" I ask.

"Yeah, sure, go for it," he says with a wicked grin.

"If I dare you, you have to do it," I remind him. "No matter what. What happens if you don't?"

"You think I won't?"

I shake my head, no. "Nope!"

"Alright, if I don't do it, I'll quit the football team," he says.

"You can't quit the football team!" I shout, then I laugh when I realize how loud I'm being over something so silly. "Ethan, you can't quit. That's what your scholarship is for. If you quit you won't have money for college."

"I'm not going to quit, because whatever you dare me to do, I'm sure as hell going to do it."

"I really doubt it. I can think of a lot of dares you won't do."

"Oh yeah?" he says. And then it comes. He forces me into it. "I dare you to dare me, Ashley. If you don't, you need to wait on me hand and foot for the entire week that Mom and Dad are gone."

I open my mouth to say something, to protest. I should especially protest because I never agreed to that. I don't know if I would ever agree to that. This isn't a pre-planned thing, you know? It's just kind of spur of the moment. That's what makes it fun, though. I feel free. I feel relaxed and nice and Ethan and I were just kissing, and I really did like that. I loved our first kiss before, too. My first kiss ever. I knew he'd kissed other girls before. I definitely knew he'd kissed other girls after. And I knew that he...

"Fuck me, Ethan Colton," I say, throwing caution to the wind; mostly because I know he won't. "Bring me upstairs and fuck me. I dare you. I know you won't."

"Oh, don't be so fucking sure of yourself, Princess."

I
'm
in Ethan's bed. Naked. We're both naked. He's on top of me, his cock is inside me. Oh my God. I can't even begin to describe how this feels. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before.

Ethan is unlike anyone I've ever been with. Which probably isn't saying a lot. I've only had sex with a few people before, and it was all...
not very good.

I just thought it was me. I believed Jake when he said that I wasn't very good, except Ethan certainly seems to be enjoying himself.

I laugh and kiss him and he thrusts hard into me, burying his cock deep inside of me. His lips wrap around my throat, sucking hard.

"Something funny, Princess?" he asks.

I wrap my arms around his back and dig my nails into his skin, raking them down, leaving thin red scratch lines. I like how Ethan doesn't even stop, doesn't even care.

"You feel so good inside me," I whisper into his ear, purring, seductive.

"Damn fucking straight," he says. "God, you're like a fucking vice around my cock."

"Do you like it?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he says.

"Why did you stop, then?"

"Give me a fucking break, you insatiable freak."

He pulls out of me, then rams back in. Hard. I can feel it, can feel him. His bed bounces beneath the force of our bodies becoming one. Ethan grabs one of my breasts, squashing it in his hand. He pulls back, then buries his mouth against my nipple, sucking hard, nibbling. I arch my back up, but he pushes me back down, shoving me onto the bed. Letting go of my breast, he grabs my hips, then slams in, out, in out, fast, pistoning hard into me.

"Fuck, you're tight, Princess," he says.

"Stop," I say. "Ashley. Call me Ashley."

"I'll call you whatever I damn well please," he says.

"Ethan," I murmur. "I... I think I'm... I've never..."

"You about to cum?" he asks. "You've never had an orgasm before?"

"Not with anyone else."

"Well, shit, I better play my A game. I didn't realize."

Holy fuck. This isn't his best? It's really good. Ethan does more, though. Oh God.

His hips grind against mine, his pelvis rubbing against my pubis. My clit. I can feel it, feel the tensing muscles of his abs as he thrusts hard into me, then presses against my sensitive pearl. I didn't know this was possible. I didn't know this was a thing someone could do, but here Ethan is, doing it.

I'm a little lightheaded from the drinks, and certainly not thinking straight--that's what I want to tell myself, because why else would I be doing this?--but that doesn't stop me from spasming in a writhing, hot mess on the bed as soon as my orgasm hits me. I shake. I literally shake! I'm trembling and my legs are quivering and my mouth keeps opening and closing on its own. Ethan laughs and he kisses me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth. It's so rough but amazing. I didn't know something like this would feel so good.

I kiss him. Oh, I kiss him. It reminds me of the first time we kissed. When we were interrupted. I thought he hated me, thought he just did it to favor me, but then his father shouted at him. He took all the blame...
for me?
He got in a lot of trouble for that.

I still don't know if he likes me, but right now Ethan Colton is on top of me, fucking me hard, laughing, rampant, as my body writhes and wriggles beneath him in orgasm.

"Fuck, Ashley," he says. "That's goddamn delicious. I love the look on your face. You're beautiful."

I don't even know how, but Ethan stays true to his word, to the dare. He doesn't stop until I'm too tired to move, which has to be hours later. I don't even remember stopping, but the next thing I know I'm in a kind of hazy afterglow of intoxicating pleasure and he's curled up next to me, near me, cuddling with me. We're under the blankets.

"I'm tired, Ethan," I whine. "Can you get me a glass of water?"

He shifts and sidles away from me, then goes to his private bathroom and brings me a glass of tap water. "Here," he says, offering it to me. He holds it close to my lips and tilts it so I can drink without sitting up.

I swallow the cool liquid, savoring it. Sex is a lot of work. Or drinking water is. One of those. We just had sex, didn't we? Yessss... I'm not sure how this happened. I kind of feel like this is a bad thing, but I'm too tired to worry about it now. I'm not sure if I'm even tipsy anymore, I'm just tired now.

"Hey, go to sleep," Ethan says.

I close my eyes and do just that.

Y
eah
, well, fuck.

Not sure what else to say besides that. Just fuck. That one word seems to sum up everything that happened pretty well, anyways. No reason to get all poetic and creative over it, now is there?

The problem with all of this is that, uh... how do I put this without sounding like an asshole?

Eh, fuck it, I'm already an asshole. Why stop now?

I'm just going to be straight with you: Ashley's pussy is fucking delicious.

Not in the literal sense, though I really wouldn't mind finding out sometime, but that was possibly the best sex I've ever had. Not even
possibly.
It is. Hands down, the best. She's so goddamn
responsive
. It's like everything I did turned her on. It's not even
like
it did, I'm
positive
it did. I can't even understand why her ex-boyfriend would break up with her just because he needed to go two months without sex. I've known this girl for over ten years now and I almost feel like I'd gladly wait another decade just for round two.

Another decade? Shit, she's sleeping in bed right next to me.

I really can't understand this, though. Is this really Ashley? For some reason, it's not that hard to believe. I do kind of feel like a dick, though. We probably shouldn't have done that. I probably should have stopped it before it started.

I probably should have done a lot of things, but I can't even make myself regret having some of the best sex of my life with this girl.

She said she's never had an orgasm during sex before? Fuck, she could have fooled me. She's good. This girl is good. I do not even know what to say about how good she is.

Delicious as fuck, that's what she is.

I'm tired, though. She wore me out. Let me sleep on this and let you know how I feel in the morning.