Stepbrother With Benefits 13 (Third Season) (6 page)

"You remember what we talked about before?" Ethan asks in between teasing kisses, after he nibbles on my bottom lip.

"What about?" I ask.

"Our firsts?" he answers.

I nod and smile.  "Uh huh."

I know Ethan has more experience than me, but even still he hasn't done everything.  That's where our firsts come in.  It's the things that we can both do together for the first time.  Mostly this is sexy stuff, but not always.  It's dating stuff, too.  Relationship stuff.  It's all of that.

"I thought of a good one," he says.  "It's different, though."

"What is it?" I ask.

"I'll tell you, but... I want to let you think about it a little first.  Alright?"

"How am I going to think about it if you aren't going to tell me what it is?" I ask, giggling.

"You'll see," he says, grinning and then kissing me quick.  "Do you trust me, Princess?"

I nod and bite my bottom lip, even while he kisses me.  He wrestles control of my lip away from me, nipping it and sucking it into his mouth, teasing me with his tongue.

"Uh huh," I mumble, kissing him.  "I trust you."

I've been planning this for weeks.  Seriously, out of all the things I've done, this is probably the most insane one ever.  Personally, I think it's kind of awesome, too, but we'll see how that goes.  It's up to Ashley, and I'm not going to push it if she's not into it.

It's just, uh... yeah...

I'm not going to explain this.  Let's just wait and see, shall we?  It's something you've got to ease your way into, especially as a first time thing.  It's something I've never even considered doing with another girl, and it's something I doubt Ashley ever expected to do.

We actually talked about it over summer break, though.  Kind of.  I don't know if she remembers.  It was when she asked me about piercings before Scarlet came to visit Caleb.  Weird as fuck conversation, actually, but I'm glad we had it because it gave me some really good ideas, and...

Yeah, this is either going to be amazing, or she's not ready, and maybe she won't ever be ready, but that's fine.  I just want to have fun with her, and as long as she's having fun, that's all that matters.  I'll have fun no matter what.  She's fucking perfect, so it's pretty hard not to enjoy myself when I'm with her.

I keep my little pet project off to the side for now, because I'm busy.

Fuck, maybe I won't do this tonight.  Honestly, I just kind of want to...

Yeah, I mean, when the fuck did I ever not want to, though?

I kiss her softly, but I can't keep this up.  I need more.  This girl does things to me, you don't even know.  I wish I could explain it better, but the best I can do is live in the moment and experience it for what it is.  She's naked underneath me except for her panties, and it's sexy as fuck.  My hips buck down, just wanting to grind against her.  My cock slides up and down her stomach.

Calm the fuck down, boy.  I'll get to it, just let me...

Fuck it.  I can't even wait.  I shift down while kissing her.  One hand wraps in her hair, grabbing a fistful, pulling slightly.  Her head tilts up to where I want it, and I give her one last rough kiss before pulling away.  One knee pries her legs apart.  She spreads them for me, too.  Yeah, that's a good girl, Princess.  You know exactly what I want, don't you?

I slide between her legs.  Still leaning over her, one hand in her hair, I use my other hand to pull her panties aside.  Just enough, yeah, that's it...

I wrap my fingers around my cock and guide myself towards her.  She's wet and more than ready for me.  I lodge the head of my cock between her pussy lips and just hold it there for a second, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet arousal.  After a few seconds, my cock has a mind of its own, though.  It takes control of my body and my hips surge forward, thrusting all the way inside her.

Aw, fuck.  I don't think I can ever get enough of this.

That's it for now, though.  Just one thrust.  I stay inside her for awhile and she tries to kiss me, to grab me, but I keep her down on the bed, staying just out of reach.  Her hands pull at my arms, practically pleading with me, and I can hear her lips searching for mine in the dark.

"No," I tell her.  "I just needed to fucking feel you, Princess.  I needed to be inside you, but we haven't even started yet.  You're going to have to calm down."

"Ethan..." she whimpers, begging me with that cute little sexy as fuck voice of hers.

She's got this way of whispering when she really wants something, fucking erotic as sin, and it's like her voice goes straight to my cock.  I twitch inside her, and grind a little further in, almost forgetting that I was just about to stop.

I remember, though.  I've got a little more willpower than that.  Give me some credit, will you?  I slide out of her, slow, feeling her gripping and pulling at my cock, trying to keep me inside her.  I really wish I could, Princess, but I've got a few other things in mind.

"Please?" she whispers.  "I just... I want you inside me."

"I was just inside you," I say, smirking.

"I want you inside me again," she says, trying not to laugh.  "I want you to stay there this time."

"What about rule number eleven, though?" I ask her.

I can practically hear her ears perk up.  Her body tenses a little, like the idea of rule number eleven never really dawned on her until now.  Fuck, she's so wet her pussy's going to taste delicious.  I almost start to salivate at the thought of it, like she's the frosting on a birthday cake.

Uh huh... happy birthday to me.  Damn straight.

"Alright, but... after, alright?" she asks.

I shouldn't laugh, because it's not exactly funny, but I love the way she gets so horny she can't think straight sometimes.  She's so smart, she's always smart, but I like to think that I'm just so "fuck your brains out" good when it comes to turning her on.

I mean, yeah, I'm probably that good, but the reminders are nice.  I like how she whimpers, and writhes, and squirms, forgets how to talk sometimes, just gives in to me completely.  I love it, because I want to give in to her, too.  I just want the both of us to enjoy ourselves, no thoughts, no complications, only pure, unadulterated bliss.

"After," I tell her, leaning down for a kiss.  "I promise."

She kisses me back.  "I love you," she says.

"I love you so fucking much, Princess," I tell her.

Now that we've figured all this out, it's time for me to start following the rules.  Her rules are the only ones I've never even been tempted to break.

I slide down her body, letting my hands caress her curves.  My palms move from her arms, to her sides, to her hips, but then they shift back up.  I curl my fingers under her breasts, pushing them up a little, then I squeeze.  That's just to distract her, because I've got other things in mind.  I just like to keep her on her toes.  I like to curl her toes, too.  Sexy as fuck surprises, that's what that's about.

I gently massage her breasts in my palms while I lower my lips to her pussy.  Her panties are still pushed aside, so there's not much more to it than that.  My tongue snakes out and laps at her slick arousal, tasting every sexy fucking inch of her slit.  She started moaning softly when I played with her breasts, but she lets out a sharp gasp when my tongue touches her clit.  Her hips push up a little, but I tease her lower, sliding my tongue away from her clit, curving along her hood, and then up to her navel.

"Ohhh," she mumbles.  "I like that."

"I know," I tell her, grinning.  "You want more, Princess?"

"Uh huh."

"What do you say, babygirl?"

"Please, Ethan?" she asks.

The way she says it makes me want to jump up and slam my cock inside her again.  I still don't know if she does this kind of shit on purpose or if it comes natural.  She's just so fucking...

Ugh, I can't even explain it.  Perfect?  I feel like that word isn't good enough.  What's better than perfect?  Fuck if I know.

I move my hands down her body again, pushing against her hips.  I need to protect myself here, because sometimes she gets crazy.  Ashley is responsive as fuck and I love it, but this girl can be dangerous, too.

I push her hips down, pinning her core against the bed, then I gently lick around her clit.  The tip of my tongue teases into each little curve of her hood, and then taps against the top of her juicy as fuck pearl, sliding up and down.  She jolts and squirms beneath me, but I keep her pressed against the bed.  I lick lower, wanting to enjoy the fruits of my labor or whatever the fuck you want to call it.

Yeah, just as delicious as before.  Her arousal is like sweet nectar from an ancient goddess or something, quenching a thirst I didn't even know I had before now, making me feel vibrant and alive.  I would do anything for another taste, and thankfully I can drink my fill.  My tongue presses inside her, wanting more and more.  My lips wrap around hers, some sinful as fuck type of kiss right here, and I almost forget what I was planning on doing.

Oh, yeah.  Uh...

While she's distracted, I reach over and grab it, holding it tight in my palm.  I ease her legs apart a little more, using my free hand and my shoulder.  She spreads them wide for me.

"Are you ready?" I ask her.

"Uh huh, yup," she says, but then she realizes she doesn't even know what I'm talking about.  "Um... ready for...?"

I push it inside her, using her own sweet arousal as lubricant.  It's basically the same as sliding my cock deep inside her, and, uh... I mean, that's almost exactly what I'm doing here, so...

Are you ready?" Ethan asks me.

I nod my head fast.  "Uh huh, yup."

I'm ready!  I'm ready for... wait a second...

"Um, ready for...?"

I don't have time to ask it, or else Ethan doesn't have time to answer me, before I feel him inside me.  This is definitely his cock, though it feels kind of different?  A little smoother, and kind of cooler?  It's got all the right curves, and I love the way he feels inside me, except...

I'm really not sure how Ethan's cock is in me when he just had his head firmly between my legs, and I am pretty sure he's still there.  Also, while it certainly feels exactly like Ethan's cock, um...

There's a few slight differences.  First, it doesn't twitch and throb.  Second, though barely noticeable, it's slightly smaller?  Not as thick, I guess, but I might be imagining things.

I'm really confused right now.  I look down to try and figure this out, except it's dark and I can't see anything.  Ethan's definitely still got his face by my sex, though, because I can feel his warm breath teasing against my pussy.

"Um..." I say.

He slides out of me, then pushes back in.  Oh my God, yesss.  My eyes roll into the back of my head, all thoughts slipping out of my mind as if they never belonged there to begin with.  He picks up a rhythm like that, thrusting in and out of me, but I still can't shake the feeling that something is off.

I know something is definitely off when Ethan comes up beside me, grabs my hand, and pulls it lower.  He wraps my fingers around the base off his cock, except, um...

His penis isn't attached to his body?  Er...

It certainly still feels really nice.  I push it in me, and then pull it out, feeling his thickness and his veins pressing against my inner walls.

Then I stop.  I don't want to stop.  I really kind of want to keep going, but...

I reach out and find him.  He's laying right next to me, so this isn't exactly hard, but I need to check something.  My fingers trail down his stomach, across his tight abs, and then a little lower, where his throbbing erection is definitely there, and throbbing.

I mean, yes, obvious.  Duh, Ashley.  People can't just go removing their penises, now can they?  I swear I'm not normally this stupid, but I think I get kind of dumb sometimes when I'm horny.  I don't mean to, I promise!  And, really, what does it matter, anyways?  It's not like I need to solve complex mathematical equations or assign deep literary meaning to classic literature while Ethan and I are having sex, now do I?

Nope!

I take Ethan's cock out of me, which now I'm pretty sure it's not Ethan's cock, except...

Taste test?  Yes.  This will definitively solve this problem.  I bring it to my mouth, except it tastes kind of like me, which should have been obvious since I just had it inside me.  For good measure, I stroke Ethan's uh... the other cock, the one attached to him... I stroke his cock up and down, feeling him tense in my grip.

This other cock is nice, though.  It doesn't really taste like Ethan's real cock, but it feels the same in my mouth, which is definitely a plus.

Now I'm curious.  I'm a little too curious, actually.  I let go of the cock attached to Ethan's body while still holding the other, and I shimmy out from under the covers, hop out of bed, scamper over to the light switch by the door, turn it on, and...

I stare at the thing in my hand.  Wow.  It even looks like Ethan's cock!  This is kind of amazing, actually.

"What's this?" I ask, glancing over at him while keeping a careful eye on the toy in my hand.

"You like it?" he asks, grinning.  "I figured since we were going to be apart, I'd get you something special."

"Um... I do like it, but what is it?"

"That," Ethan says with more than a hint of pride in his voice, "is a near exact replica of my cock, Princess.  I made it myself.  I got a sex toy kit and everything.  It's a little smaller, though."

"Let's see," I say, suddenly having a brilliant idea.

I rush back to the bed and hold up the fake cock right next to Ethan's real cock.  For good measure, I press my lips against the tip of the fake one, then slide as far down as I can, taking it into my mouth.  Then I do the same for Ethan's real cock.  He throbs in my mouth and lets out a sexy grunt.

"You're right," I say, nodding.  This is scientific!  I'm doing measurement tests.  For, um... my theories... I don't know what the theories are yet, though.  "This one is a little smaller."

"I told you," he says, rolling his eyes.  "I had to make it smaller.  Don't want you replacing me with a fake replica or anything.  Don't get any ideas there, Princess."