Stepbrother With Benefits 16 (Third Season) (12 page)

And that's how I feel about Ethan, too.  Yes, he's just one person, but there's so many parts to him and I don't think I'll ever grow tired of any of them.  He's fun to be with, but he's also funny.  He's sweet and cuddly, but he's rough and rugged.  He's playful, but he's also fiercely competitive.

And... alright, so maybe this is too much, but I used to wonder how married people did it, you know?  Sex, I mean.  Do you get bored of it after awhile?  Because it's with the same person, and you're kind of just doing the same thing, so it's like... the same?

I can now assure you with complete certainty that it's not the same.  It's... it's basically never the same.  I don't know if this is an Ethan thing or what, but, yes, oh my God, I don't think it's even remotely possible I'll get bored of sex with Ethan.  I don't want to say it's impossible, because, um... science and theories, you know?  You should always leave that infinitesimally small fraction of a chance, just in case, but...

Nope!  It's impossible!  I'm one-hundred percent sure of it.

"What are you doing?" I ask Ethan, because he still hasn't said anything for a little bit.

"I'm thinking about you pounding your fist into Jake's balls," he says.  "I didn't realize how satisfying these thoughts would be, Princess.  Thanks."

"What?  Really?  I would have thought thinking about me naked would be more satisfying."

"Look, don't get me wrong, that's satisfying as fuck, too, but it's entirely different.  So... hold up... this Kevin guy helped you out with the ball pounding?  How hard are we talking?  Is that asshole going to be talking in falsetto for the rest of his life or what?"

I laugh.  "Oh, now you're alright with Kevin?" I ask.  "You probably even know him, Ethan.  He went to the same high school as us."

"Eh, maybe.  I don't remember.  I was too busy back then."

"Too busy being an asshole," I say, teasing him.

"Holy fuck, you forget your phone and don't talk to me the entire day, and now you're calling me an asshole?  Wow.  Thanks a lot, Princess..."

"Well, what I was going to do was call you, apologize, and then tell you that I wish I could give you an apologetic blowjob, but I can't, because..."

Wait, why can't I?  I think I just had an amazing idea.  It's... I don't really like this saying, but I think it's just crazy enough to work.  I had other plans for some of what's involved in this new idea, but...

"Wait," Ethan says.  "Apologetic what?"

"Blowjob," I say.  "To apologize, you know?  I thought that if actions speak louder than words, and you should always give something a present that they'll enjoy, then apologizing for forgetting my phone by giving you a blowjob was the best option."

"I like where this is heading," Ethan says.  "Go on?"

"You're so far away, though," I say, whining.  "Also, you're mad at me for studying, which I completely understand, because maybe it wasn't a good idea, and I'm really sorry about that."

"Nah, I get it," Ethan says, and he actually sounds really nice and sweet right now, which kind of catches me off guard.  "Princess, I understand, and I don't blame you or anything, but, it's like... some guys are just trying to get in your pants, alright?  I know you probably don't realize it or see it that way, but it's true.  You're sexy as fuck, and smart, and basically you're perfect, so... and, fuck, I'm so far away, I feel like I can't, uh... protect you or anything, you know?"

"I'm not worried about what you'll do," he says.  "I'm worried about what other people will try to do to you.  Why were you even with Jake to begin with?  What's the story there?"

"It was stupid," I say, annoyed.  "He asked me to meet with him at the coffee shop so we could talk about putting this all behind us, and for whatever reason I thought he actually meant it.  I know that's dumb, but I was thinking that it's a public place, and I did have to study, too, so I'd show up and study and maybe I'd even just ignore him or throw coffee at him or something, but it didn't really go as planned."

"You said he tried to do something to you?" he asks.

"Yeah, um..."  I swallow hard, because the memory still leaves me feeling disoriented and confused.  "I tried to slap him, but he grabbed my wrist and then pushed my hand against his leg.  It hurt, but, um... I'm not bruised or anything.  He was going to try and make me touch his crotch, but then Kevin came, so nothing really happened."

"Except you pounding the stupid fuck in the balls," Ethan says.  "I can't fucking believe what a prick he is.  I'm seriously going to fuck him up when I visit you.  I know I said I'd try to let you handle it before, but I don't even fucking think I can anymore.  I'm mad, Princess.  He thinks he can do shit to you just because I'm not there?  That's what I was talking about.  That's the kind of thing I'm worried about."

"I know..." I say softly.  "I really do, Ethan.  I know I should know better, too, but... I don't know.  This is all kind of new to me.  I've never had to worry about this before.  I don't know if I'm stupid or naive or what, but I feel bad.  I feel stupid for letting any of this happen."

"It's not your fault," Ethan says, firm.  "It's his.  You're not stupid, Princess.  You're intelligent as fuck.  It's just stupid shit like this that's happening to you, and to be completely fucking honest with you, I don't think anyone knows how to deal with it until it happens to them.  It's not something a lot of people go through."

"Oh, aren't I lucky then?" I say, sarcastic.

"You're lucky in a lot of ways," Ethan says, surprising me.  "You've got a mom who supports you in everything, and she's probably the best.  You've had that for forever, and I think you've grown up really strong because of it.  It's just that everyone has their weak points."

"Why do you say the sweetest things sometimes?" I ask him.  "I have you, too, you know?  You have my mom, too.  I know things have been a little strained between you and your dad before recently, but we have him, also, and I think he's really nice, Ethan.  And there's Caleb and Scarlet, and I know, um... please don't touch Scarlet's breasts again?  I don't like that.  But I think she's nice still, and I think she's our friend.  I know you say she's insane, but I still like her except... ugh... I'm not mad, but I'm the only one that's supposed to touch your penis, Ethan."

Ethan laughs.  "Yeah, that's true.  We do have everyone, and we have each other.  I'm here for you, Princess.  All of me.  I don't know how you got back to talking about my cock, but it's all yours.  Even for apology blowjobs or whatever the fuck you were saying."

"It's apologetic!" I correct him.  "An apologetic blowjob!"

"Yeah, and you know what?" he says, pretending to be angry.  "I'm pretty fucking upset that I'm missing out on your apologetic blowjob right about now.  Holy fuck, why are you doing this to me?"

"You know... I put a sock on the door," I tell him.  "My roommate isn't going to be back for awhile."

"Fuck," Ethan says.  "I miss the fuck out of you, and I kind of want to ask you about your day and have a nice talk and whatever the fuck, but..."

"Oh, really?" I ask, giggling.  "A nice talk and whatever the fuck?  Seriously, Ethan, could you be any more romantic?  Wow."

"Sometimes you make this so fucking difficult for me," he says, playful.  "Fine.  How was your day, Princess?"

"My day was fine," I say.  "How was yours?  Do you have your headphones?  Can you take your pants off and turn your computer on?"

"My day was—" he starts to say, but finishes with "—what the fuck?"

"I'm going to give you an apologetic blowjob first, and then we can talk and cuddle under the blankets, and be cute together," I tell him.

"Cuddle under the blankets alone," he says.  "Because you're hours away.  I don't think this blowjob thing is going to work all that fucking great because of that, either."

"Nuh uh, it is," I tell him.  "Now get naked and accept my chat request when you go online.  And put your headphones on!  This is important, Ethan!"

"Holy fuck, you're so fucking demanding," he says, laughing.  "I'm doing it, but it's kind of hard while we're talking on the phone."

"What's hard?" I ask, grinning.

"I got hard basically the second you started talking about giving me a blowjob, Princess, but that's not what I'm talking about."

"Alright," I say.  "Good.  We can hang up now, but make sure you're quick, alright?  I had a really good idea and I want to play with you..."

"You don't have to tell me twice," he says, and then he hangs up on me.

Wow.  Really, Ethan?  You just hung up on me!

It makes me laugh, though.  I'm excited.  I like that he's excited, too.  This is a good apology.  We won't forget about each other.  We're not going to stop talking to each other every day.  We won't become too distracted or bogged down by everyday life, because we're a part of each other's everyday lives.

It's important, and he's important to me.  I'm important to him, too.

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I
don't know what Ashley has in mind, but to be completely fucking honest, do you really think it matters?  Real talk right now, but whatever she's up to, I'm pretty sure it's going to be sexy as fuck.  That's the entire point of this.  We've also got webchat stuff going on, which is amazing, too.

I mean, yeah, I'd rather be there with her, experience the real thing, pinning her to the bed while she squirms and giggles at me, then sliding my cock against her thigh before finding my way inside her.  I think you should realize by now that we can't do that at the moment, so... let's just go with what we have.

Sometimes you have to make sacrifices in life.  I'm willing to make a sacrifice for you, Ashley.  Instead of actually having sex with you, I'll screw around with you via webcam instead.  I know, I know, I'm such a saint, right?  It's probably because Ashley's good girl ways are rubbing off on me.

I can't even say that with a straight face, so probably not.  Whatever.  Let's do this.

I turn on my computer and it seems like it takes forever to load.  I think everything takes forever when you have an erection that's about to be taken care of.  It's like time stands still and the only thing that matters is that throbbing pressure right between your legs.

I wonder if it's the same for Ashley?  Are we trapped in some sort of time loop of sexual excitement right now?  Holy fuck, this is getting way too philosophical for me.

The computer is finally on, and my webchat program opens up automatically.  I set it like that so I didn't have to waste time.  Also, you never know, right?  What if Ashley's around and I'm around and we didn't have any plans to talk to each other, but then it's like... hey, why not?

She sends me a webcam chat request.  I set everything up there, too.  She's automatically whitelisted or whatever you call it.  Her webcam comes into view on my screen and mine is in view on hers.

I'm not sure how I feel about this, though.  She's still got her clothes on.  Uh... what the fuck, Princess?  I thought this was going to be sexy?

Don't get me wrong, alright?  She's pretty fucking sexy no matter what, and I don't think I could stop staring at her even if she was wearing ski pants and a huge winter jacket, but...

Yeah, I don't know.  I kind of want her naked right now.

"You're not naked," I say, for the sake of saying it.  Sometimes you just have to say something to get it out in the open, you know?

"No, I'm not," she says, sticking her tongue out at me.  "Are you naked?"

Fuck.  She's got me there.  I'm not naked, either.  Well, I can fix that pretty fucking quick, and... yeah, don't mind if I do.

While she watches me on her end, I pull my shirt up and off in one smooth motion, then I stand up and take my pants off.  She laughs at me at first, but when I peel my underwear off and show her what I'm working with over here, she stops laughing.  She licks her lips and smiles at me.

Yeah, Little Miss Perfect Good Girl Princess over here has some really dirty ideas right now.  I can tell by the look in her eyes.  Also, fuck, is she drooling?  Whoa, calm down over there, Ashley.

"I want to try something different," she says to me.  "You have to put your headphones on, too!  Don't forget."

"Fuck," I say.  "They're uh... where the fuck are they?"

I go to find them quick, doing my best to ignore the bouncing, throbbing obstacle between my legs.  Erections are nice, but not when you're looking for stuff.  They get in the way, you know?  You really need to find a safe place to put them, but the safe place I usually put mine is currently shaking her head at me while I look for my headphones.

I finally find them, plug them in, and toss them on.

"I don't really get it, but... now what?" I ask her.

She picks up her laptop and holds it in her hands, then lays down on her bed sideways, her legs dangling off the side.  I know all of this because she shows me everything exactly.  Also, I was wrong.  While she's not naked, she's got no pants on.

Fuck, man... panties and no pants, but with a t-shirt... pretty fucking sexy.  The only thing slightly better than that would be thigh high stockings, no pants, panties, and a soft sweater.  If I ever see Ashley wearing something like that, I'm pretty sure I'd die.  My erection would kill me.

"Lay on the bed like this," she says.  "You need to get the chair from your desk, though.  Put it between your legs and put your laptop on it, alright?"

"I can do it," I say.  "Don't even fucking worry about it, Princess."

Yeah, so... chair, by the bed, laptop on it, facing me.  I sit on the edge of the bed, then lay down.  For good measure, I grab a couple pillows and toss them behind my head, propping me up a little so I can keep an eye on my laptop easier.  I pull the chair closer to me so it's right between my legs, and then...

I'm good to go, right?  Ashley seems to have made some adjustments on her end, too.  This is intriguing as fuck.

Her laptop is facing the opposite way as mine, meaning she placed it on the edge of the bed.  She's on her knees next to her bed, facing me, so it's kind of like she's in my room, kneeling at the edge of my bed, or that's what it looks like.  Yeah, it's actually her bed in this case, but the webchat stuff gives me the, uh... illusion or something.