Stepbrother With Benefits 13 (Third Season) (2 page)

I fall to the bed fast, then spin around so I'm on my back.  I pull my feet towards me, knees in the air, legs still spread.  He can see everything he saw before, but this time I've got more for him.  I pull a pillow under my head quick to get myself comfortable, then...

I slide a finger up and down my arousal-slick slit, teasing myself and teasing him in the process.  My finger rubs up and down my labia, once on one side, then the other, back and forth.  I end at my clit, rubbing slow at first, but, um...

I'm kind of excited.  I love the way Ethan is looking at me.  I want him to do this with me, but he's too far lost in his lust, it seems.  Strange, really.  I guess this is just different, and this is the first time we've done this so neither of us knows what to expect.  I want him, though.  I want all of him, I want him inside me, I want to feel him on me and above me, on top of me, next to me, behind me...

I close my eyes and stroke my clit back and forth.  Slower at first, but slow becomes fast pretty quickly.

"Ohhh," I say.  "Ethan, I... I want to... I want you..."

He doesn't say anything.  I think he must be masturbating now, too.  It doesn't matter.  I lose myself in the moment, wrapped up in thoughts and sensations, remembering the last time we were together.  It wasn't even that long ago, actually.  It was...

My orgasm overcomes me and the muscles in my legs tense.  I tremble on the bed, teasing my clit faster for a few seconds, then becoming too sensitive.  That's fine.  Oh, yes, it's definitely fine.  My orgasm rushes through me, and I shiver and twitch.  I push a finger inside me, and I can feel my body squeezing against it.  I wish that was Ethan's cock, I wish I could squeeze against him while he was inside me.

It doesn't last long.  I was excited, and I'm still excited, but my first orgasm is over with.  I wonder if Ethan is close, though?  I'll gladly keep going, or else we can just talk, too.  I like the idea of being sexy on my webcam for him, and him being sexy for me, but I like that we can just talk to each other that way whenever we want, also.  I can see him, face to face.  It's not exactly the same as him being here with me, but it's kind of close, right?

I open my eyes to see how he's doing, except Ethan's not there.  The chat is still working, and I can see his webcam looking at an empty spot where Ethan used to be, but, um...

My door is open.  There's someone standing in the doorway.

It's him.  My sexy boyfriend with benefits is standing there, staring at me, with definite lascivious intent in his eyes.  He's still wearing all his clothes, but I'm naked.  I'm not sure how much longer that's going to last, though.  Hopefully not much longer.

Slow, never taking an eye off of me, Ethan closes my bedroom door, then prowls closer to my bed.

"You forgot to lock the door," he says.

"Did I?" I ask, playing dumb.  "I think you forgot that we're supposed to pretend we're already back at school.  You can't just come in here like this, Ethan!"

"Yeah?" he asks, smirking.  "Who's going to stop me?"

He's standing next to my bed now.  I playfully kick at him, trying to push him away, but he just laughs and grabs my foot.  Pulling me like that, he slides me across the bed until my butt's on the edge, right next to him.

"You think you're so smart, huh?" I ask, trying to stay defiant despite the fact, that, um... I mean, really, why does he still have his pants on?  "When we go back to school it's not like you can just march down the hall to my room, now can you?"

"Good thing we're not leaving until tomorrow, then," he says, smiling.

His hand caresses up my leg, soft and deliberate, until his palm presses tight against my core.  I gasp and press back against him, my body aching from my last quick orgasm.  I think I know a good way to get rid of that ache... a much longer orgasm will definitely do the trick...

Ethan pushes his thumb inside me while his fingers tease at my clit.  With his free hand, he unzips and unbuttons his pants, then lets them slide down his legs.  He pulls down his underwear just enough to let his cock bounce free, and...

Holy fuck, I don't know how I'm going to do this.

First off, I don't do relationships.  Or, yeah, I didn't do them, but now I do.  Ashley is perfect as fuck and I'd be an idiot not to be her boyfriend.  It's not a hard choice to make, and I'm pretty fucking sure it's the best decision I've ever made.

Second, uh... yeah, so I do relationships now, and that's cool, but if you asked Ethan from the past what his thoughts were on long distance relationships, uh... pretty sure I'd sum those up as being stupid as fuck.

How the fuck is it going to work?  Yeah, I guess if you're only long distance for a little while, it's cool.  A month or two is fine, but this is going to be longer than that.  The entire fucking school year, except I don't even know how I'm going to do that.

Ashley suggested we use our webcams.  Sure?  Fuck if I know what good that's going to do.  I've heard of like... camgirls, though?  That sounds like something Caleb would be into.  Don't get me wrong, I'm sure they're nice girls, and I guess guys pay them a lot of money so that's cool.  It's just really not my thing.

Pretty fucking sure Ashley just made it my thing, though.  I mean, this was a private session, and it's only ever going to be a private session, but holy fuck...

Yeah, I don't know how I'm going to do this.  I'm not sure if watching her masturbate through webchat like that was a good idea.  I can't stop thinking about it now.  I can't stop thinking about the way she peeled her panties down her legs like that, showing me her glistening pussy, just fucking ripe for the licking.  Seriously, I want to bury my face between her thighs, but how the fuck am I going to do that if she's on the other end of the internet?

In this case, the other end of the internet was down the hall at home since we're still on summer break for one last day, but after today?  Yeah, the other end of the internet is going to be something like five hours away and that's just a whole bunch of bullshit if you ask me.

Oh well.  I plan on taking full advantage of our close proximity while I still can.

She's laying on her bed, and I'm standing right next to her after rudely interrupting her show.  I'm ready.  She's been ready.  What more is there to think about?

I don't know.  I just want to think about it, though.  I stare at her, smiling, and she looks back at me.  We're just staring at each other, and I really fucking love this girl.  Yeah, so, I've got an erection and my cock is twitching and throbbing, slapping against her clit, but that doesn't mean I can't have a special moment here.  Calm down and give me a fucking break, will you?

Ashley reaches down and traces her fingertips up and down my shaft.  I twitch and throb even more.  Holy fuck, I want her so bad.  I don't know what I want exactly, but I just want
her
.  Fuck hard, make love, some combination of the two?  Maybe both at the same time, then one after another.  That should cover all my bases, right?

She pulls a little, and lines me up perfectly, the head of my cock lodged right between her deliciously glistening lips.

"I love you," she says.  With a silly smile, she adds, "Even if you can't follow the rules and stay in your room when we're practicing our webchatting."

"Hey," I say, protesting.  "Those weren't official rules.  They don't count.  I let our little trial run go on for as long as it needed to go on.  I think it's fine.  No need to push our luck."

"No?" she asks.  "You don't want to
push
it?"

Oh, fuck.  What are you doing to me, Princess?  I don't even fucking know anymore.  I know exactly what I want to do to you, though.

I push forward, slow, teasing her.  Her body shakes as I press my cock deeper and deeper into her.  Once I'm halfway there, I give up all pretense of slow and thrust hard the rest of the way in.  Her body bounces on her bed and she makes the most satisfying fucking squeak and moan I've ever heard.  I'm pretty sure I've heard her like this before, but every time it's just so fucking satisfying, you don't even know.

I need her.  I need more.  Edge of the bed?  This isn't even enough.  I pull out and thrust back in, pushing her away from the side of the bed in the process.  Give an inch, take a mile, right?  Yeah, that's what I want to do right now.  I crawl up and onto the bed while pushing her back.  I just need to be inside her.  More.  I don't know how, don't even fucking know how to explain this because I'm balls deep in her already, but I need more.

I collapse on top of her, but I'm not even close to done yet.  Your little show before, Princess?  Yeah, that was good.  I'm going to show you just how much I enjoyed it.

I kiss her, too, though.  Hard and sweet, the perfect combination.  Our bodies slam together, rough, and our lips touch, soft.  Our breath mixes, simple and sweet.  She wraps her arms around me, pulling me close, then burying her face in my neck.

"More," she whispers.  "Please?"

Since she asked so nicely...

Yeah, I might be a bad boy, but I can be a gentleman when I want to.  A gentleman always gives his princess exactly what she wants...

"Oh my God, that was amazing," I say, laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice my laptop is still on.  It's apparently been watching everything Ethan and I have been doing.  Not that there's anyone on the other end of the computer screen to see, but it's kind of strange and exciting still, you know?

"Yeah," Ethan says.  "Fuck, that was good."

"This is the last time we'll be able to do that," I tell him.

"Fuck you," he says.  "No way.  We aren't leaving for school until tomorrow morning."

"Did you just say 'fuck you' to me, Ethan Colton?" I ask him, rolling onto my side and glaring at him.

"I meant it nicely, Princess," he says.  "That was a nice fuck you."

"I don't know if I believe that..." I say.  "And," I add, "I know we're not leaving until tomorrow morning, but I have a lot of packing to do and maybe we should sleep in our own beds tonight to get used to it, so..."

"No," Ethan says, staring into my eyes.  And then, as if this makes it any better, he says, "Please?"

"I don't know..." I say, leading him on.

I know perfectly well that this is never going to happen.  I'm already packed, too.  Ethan's the one who has barely even packed yet, but he has more time than me.  I have to leave a few hours before him, and his classes don't start for a day later, anyways.  He's going a little earlier so he can settle in and also so we can figure out exactly how we're going to do this long distance relationship thing.

"Alright," I say.  "We can sleep together tonight, but I really do have to sleep sometime."

"What time?" he asks.  "I was thinking maybe four or five in the morning is a good time to finally go to sleep.  I think we'll both be tired out by then, too."

"Oh, really?" I ask.  "If we're not going to sleep until four or five in the morning, what time are we heading to bed?"

"Yeah, don't you worry, Princess.  I've got this all figured out.  We need to eat, and we'll spend some time with my dad and your mom, obviously.  Dinner and maybe hang out watching TV or something, right?  Then around, uh... nine or so?  Maybe ten.  We'll head to bed then."

"Head to bed at nine or ten, but we won't go to sleep until four or five?" I ask.  "Did I get that right?  You want to have sex with me for six hours?"

"Nah," Ethan says, dismissive.  "There's foreplay, too.  So let's say, uh... foreplay for an hour or so, rough sex for another hour, cuddling and playing around for an hour, leading up to more foreplay, and then this is the marathon love making session."

"Which would be three hours," I point out.  "Six hours total, one for foreplay, one for the first time we have sex, another for cuddling, and then three for your proposed marathon love making session."

"Yeah, so?" Ethan asks.

"Ethan, my mom and I were planning on leaving at nine in the morning.  It's a three hour drive to get to school, and I still have to register for classes in the afternoon."

"Shit," he says.  "So, you leave at nine, but there's breakfast and everything, probably have to wake up at like... six or seven?  How do you feel about two hours of sleep, Princess?"

"I love you," I tell him, "but two hours of sleep would make me so sad, Ethan."

"Yeah..."

"Otherwise your plan sounds good, though," I say, softening the blow.  "Maybe another time?"

"New plan," he says.  "We don't really need a three hour marathon session.  I think two hours is fine.  That'll give you another hour of sleep."

"I need more than three hours of sleep!" I say, laughing at him.

"Fuck," Ethan says, grunting.

"You're going to come visit me next weekend, though, right?" I point out.

"Yeah, of course," he says.

"If you come up Friday night, I'm not busy on Saturday..."

"Don't you have studying or whatever?" he asks.  "Listen, Princess, I get that I'm kind of not the best at school stuff, but if you've got to study, I get it.  I'll study, too.  I can be, uh... studious?  Is that a word?"

"Yes."

"I'll be studious as fuck."

"Well, it's just the first weekend, so I probably won't have much to do, which makes it the perfect weekend to try out your plan.  I admit that I don't know if we can pull it off the way you've got it planned out, but I think we can try it."

"What, why?  Pretty sure it's the perfect plan."

"Six hours, Ethan?  That's a lot of hours.  That's almost as many hours as some people sleep.  Honestly, it's more hours than some people sleep!"

"I don't fuck around, Princess," Ethan says, somehow straight-faced.  "Go hard or go home."

I roll my eyes at him and try not to laugh.  It doesn't work, though.  Mostly because he starts tickling me and kissing me.  We laugh and kiss and then we cuddle, close.  I want to be closer.  I don't want to leave him.

"I miss you already," I say.  "Is that weird?"

"Nah," he says.  "I feel the same way."