Stepbrother With Benefits 18 (Third Season) (14 page)

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you know you can take off whenever you want on a private plane? I guess I should have realized this before, since it makes complete sense, but I never really thought about it. The pilot asks us if we're ready to take off, and once everyone's sitting and buckled in, we just sort of, um...

We go?

There's slightly more to it than that, but, yup, we just kind of leave after that once we have clearance from air traffic control. I sit quietly next to Ethan and look out the window while the plane roars down the runaway. It's a lot smaller than the plane I flew on to get here, but in a way it seems smoother, too. Kind of like the difference between driving in a regular car, or blazing down the highway in a sports car.

I watch the other planes on the tarmac as we pass them by. Once we drift up into the air, I watch them down below, getting smaller and smaller. We go higher and higher until we're as high as we're going to go. The pilot lets us know over the speaker system that we can move around the cabin now if we want. Everything should be smooth and steady all the way to our destination.

Everyone unbuckles their seat belts, but then just sort of sits there. Everyone except Ethan, that is. He gets up out of his seat and stretches a little, then stares at us.

"What are you waiting for?" he asks.

"Um, what do we do?" I ask.

Ethan looks down at me, confusion knit in his brow. "I have no idea how to answer that question, Princess," he says. "You can do whatever your heart desires, I guess?"

He says the last line with a smirk. He's said this to me before, and he knows it. I think the last time he said it was when I asked him if I could give him a blowjob. Yes, well, two can play at that game, Ethan Colton!

I bite my bottom lip at him, then I kind of purse or pout my lips. Um... this is supposed to be sexy, except I do the pursing pouting at the same time as the biting, and I think it just comes out looking silly. Ethan smirks at me. And, as if he knows what I'm thinking, which I think he probably kind of does, he rests his thumb in the waistband of his pants and then taps on the button with his index finger.

He mouths the word "Later" to me and then winks. I stick my tongue out at him and make a face.

Ugh! Really, you think so, Ethan? Later? What am I, a... a girl you can just say later to while insinuating I'm the one who wants to give you a blowjob?

This may or may not be true. I refuse to admit it, though. Also, it's going to have to be later because I have some plans right now.

Ethan shows us around quick. The plane isn't that big, but it's kind of a new and exciting novelty to be able to walk around in a plane while we're flying.

"The TV comes down from here," he says, pushing a button.

The TV slides down from the side wall, opposite where we were just sitting. This plane is kind of strange, because there's only seats on one side, with the other basically open. Or maybe that's how all private planes are?

"This is the bar," Ethan says, walking further into the plane, away from the cockpit. "There's probably soda and water or something. Maybe alcohol but don't drink that. The pilot will kill us."

We all bunch up and lean over the bar to check. There's a mini fridge behind the bar partly built into the wall of the plane and it's filled with a bunch of stuff. There's a couple of bottles of alcohol in the actual bar itself, too.

I don't really drink, so I'm not sure why I'm even looking at that. Not to mention none of us is old enough to drink, either. It's just...

I remember the night I came home for summer break after Jake broke up with me. Ethan and I stayed in that night. We drank that night, too. I think that was a really bad idea, or maybe it was a good one. I'm not entirely sure. It's what started all of this, though. Would Ethan and I have come together if that hadn't served as a catalyst?

Maybe. Maybe not. I'd like to think so, but the me from back then was different from the me now.

I can tell that the me from back then is different because currently I'm trying to figure out if we could recreate our flagrant night of drinking with what we have in the bar on this plane. Not right now or anything! Just, um... just sometime later, you know? When we're old enough to drink.

Or, wait, what if we fly over Canada? We're old enough to drink in Canada, so maybe that's a loophole. What about international waters? I think that's only ten miles out from land, so if we fly that far out, which isn't that far at all, maybe then we're legally safe?

I belatedly realize everyone is staring at me. I'm the only one standing at the bar now, with the rest of our group having moved further into the plane.

"What's up, Princess?" Ethan calls out to me. "You alright?"

"Yup," I say. "I was just wondering if it's legal for someone under twenty-one to drink if they fly over international waters."

Everyone's still staring at me, but I think they're staring at me for a different reason now.

"I... fuck, I don't know," Ethan says, considering the implications. "You might be a genius, though. Holy fuck. Wait here a second, you guys."

Ethan jogs past the others, then me, and goes up to the cockpit. He just knocks on the door like this is the most normal thing in the world. The co-pilot, who we only met briefly before, shouts out for him to come in.

And... he does? Um...

"I didn't know you could just go in the cockpit," Caleb says.

"Yeah, huh!" Brittany says. "That's cool."

"Are we really on a plane or are we all dreaming?" Jefferson asks.

"Maybe this is the Matrix," Ron says.

"You're all really fucking weird," Scarlet says.

She sneaks back towards me and hops behind the bar. Opening the mini fridge, she grabs a soda, then looks back at me over her shoulder. "You want something to drink?" she asks.

"Oh, sure," I say. "Is there orange soda?"

There is! And half a second later I have a plastic bottle of orange soda in my hands. Ethan comes out of the cockpit shortly after that. I take a sip of my drink, but then he just kind of takes it from me and drinks some, too.

"Hey!" I say.

He swallows. Then he smirks. And finally he kisses me.

This is the most unexpected and amazing thing ever. Yes, it's a kiss, but we were just both drinking soda, and the bubbles are kind of still in our mouths and on our tongues? When we kiss, when he teases his tongue past my lips, I taste the orange and bubbles in his mouth. I touch the tip of my tongue against his, too, feeling the fizz and citrus.

I don't know why we've never done this before. I feel like we should do this a lot. I don't even know if this is sexual. It's just kind of amazing. Bubbles and kissing and orange and wow.

"Hurry the fuck up and show us the rest of the plane!" Scarlet shouts at Ethan.

Ethan gives me one last quick kiss on the lips, then hands my soda back to me. "Thanks, Princess. I was thirsty. That really hit the spot."

I blush. A lot. I don't think he's talking about drinking anything. It's just a kiss, Ethan! Stop making me feel so... so devious and naughty. Because I
know
how to be devious and naughty! I can do it if I want.

Just not now. Later. Always follow your heart's desires, right? Mhm...

Ethan continues the tour, showing us the rest of the plane. In the back, behind a door, is a bedroom, sort of. There's regular seats in it, four total, two on either side, facing each other. You can lean them all the way back and then push them together to make a twin-sized bed.

"It's just for naps," Ethan says. "Some of the other planes have bigger beds and more bedrooms, but this one isn't really for long distances."

"Hey, yeah, that's cool and all, but what about the drinking?" Scarlet asks. "You just interrupt the tour, go barging into the cockpit to ask the pilots about it, and then don't tell us what's up. What the fuck?"

"Oh, yeah. Uh... he said it's fine if I get my dad's permission, and if anyone else who comes gets permission from their parents. Mostly because he doesn't want to get fired or yelled at. It's not illegal or anything. They'd want a bartender or something here that would cut us off if necessary, so we didn't do anything stupid, and we'd need to make arrangements to stay somewhere overnight, a hotel or something. Sounds like a huge pain in the ass, to be honest."

"Fuck that," Scarlet says, grumbling. "Ugh."

"Anyways, let's just move right the fuck on, shall we?"

Ethan shows us two other rooms. Yup, this plane has multiple rooms. The others are for meetings or office work, though. They're both in the hallway leading up to the bedroom, so we kind of have to backtrack to check them out. One is simple, with a desk, a phone, and a TV. The other has a few chairs that face towards a whiteboard for drawing up plans or taking notes.

"Yeah, so, that's it," Ethan says. "Now that you've seen everything, let's go watch TV or something. I'm sure we can find a movie or a football game or whatever. There might be snacks at the bar, too."

The boys head back down the hall to our seats and the TV. Scarlet gives me a look as she walks by, and stops beside me. Brittany slows down and stays with us, too. I'm not sure the boys have noticed yet, so...

"We're going to have a meeting!" I shout to them. Ethan gives me a funny, confused look, kind of a 'what the fuck?' with his eyes. "Girls only. You boys have fun!"

Before they can object or say anything, we all scurry into the meeting room. Scarlet, me, then Brittany. Brittany closes and locks the door so we can have privacy. I think it's only fair, right? The boys have their Bad Boy club or whatever, so we can have, um...

I don't know what this club is. It's probably not a good one, and definitely not a Good Girl club. Honestly, it's probably really bad, based off of a bad idea. I'll figure it out later.

S
carlet stands
next to the whiteboard with a dry erase marker in hand, drawing some stuff. Brittany and I watch with rapt attention.

"Brittany, you're new to this plan, so I'm not really sure where you're going to fit into it, but we'll figure it out," Scarlet says.

"Sure," Brittany says. "Got it. What are we doing?"

"Getting revenge against my ex-boyfriend," I tell her.

"What'd he do?"

"Well, besides being a complete asshole and trying to blackmail me and Ethan last summer, he posted a nude picture I accidentally sent him up on a website he made, and printed a bunch of flyers, then put them all around the dorms to tell people about the website."

"Woo boy," Brittany says. "That's... wow. Alright, he definitely deserves some revenge against him for that. How'd he get the pictures, though?"

"Um, I meant to send them to Ethan, but I misclicked or something. Jake posted screenshots of the texts I meant to send to Ethan on the website, too, where, um... I said something about wanting to suck my brother's cock, so..."

Brittany stares at me, open-mouthed.

"Don't judge me, Brittany!" I say, laughing nervously.

"Hey, I'm not judging," she says. "Just, um... you seem a lot more innocent than you are. We've all got some secrets, I guess."

"What secrets?" Scarlet asks. "I don't have any secrets."

"You do too," I tell her. "You're making a sex tape with Caleb."

"That's not a secret," Scarlet says. "Everyone's making a big deal about it. I don't get it. It's for my final project. We can sell it, too. You know how much we'll get paid? Fuck, we could pay for a year of college with that money. Seriously."

"So are you two dating now or what?" Brittany asks.

Scarlet keeps drawing some stuff. I'm not sure what. "Nah, we're pretending to date," she says. "It's for the movie. It's research."

"They were cuddling on the couch in the common room last night while we watched a movie," I say.

"Cuddling for research," Scarlet adds.

"I don't get it," Brittany says.

"Me either," I say.

"It's art, you guys," Scarlet says, as if this explains everything. "It's going to be artistic as fuck. It'll make sense when you watch it."

"Wait, so we can watch it?" Brittany asks. "Caleb is kind of cute. That could be interesting."

"Do you know how to make brownies, Brittany?" Scarlet asks, which seems to be out of the blue, but she acts like it makes perfect sense to ask a question like that right now.

"Yup, why?"

Scarlet starts mumbling to herself, which I think also includes a "Fuck you" to Brittany, but it's hard to tell.

"Maybe it's an art thing?" I offer. Brittany shrugs.

"Alright, listen, here's what the plan is so far," Scarlet says, completely changing the subject. "Look at the board."

I do. I look. It's... some stuff. A bunch of squares and circles and it looks like maybe some building plans? Some of the circles are labeled with letters. There's a J-circle, an S-circle, and an A-circle. There's a B-circle, too, but it's way off to the side and not even a part of the drawing.

"The plan to get back at Jake involves some secret deception," Scarlet says. "Very secretive."

"Got it," Brittany says. "Secretive secrets."

"Basically since he posted naked pictures of me on the internet, we're going to get naked pictures of him and post them on the internet," I add.

"Ashley! What the fuck, I was getting to it," Scarlet says, groaning. "Yeah, so we're doing that, but also we're going to steal the asshole's laptop and then Ron's going to see if he can use it to hack into the website Jake set up."

"Ooh, so you're going to replace the naked picture of Ashley with a naked picture of Jake?" Brittany asks.

"Yup!" I say, giddy.

Scarlet grins and nods. "Exactly."

"Cool, but how are you going to get a naked picture of him?" Brittany asks.

This... this is why I don't want to tell Ethan. Mostly it's probably an awful idea. I feel like it's necessary, though. Ethan told me he'd let me get revenge my way, and that he'd support me, but I'm not sure he's going to continue feeling that way if I tell him the entirety of my plan. In fact, I think he'll feel the opposite.

"You can't tell Ethan," I say. "Neither of you!"

"I'm not going to fucking tell him," Scarlet says. "He'll kill me."

Brittany looks at both of us, skeptical. She nibbles on her bottom lip and raises one brow.

"So... not to rain on anyone's parade here, but if you're both too scared to tell Ethan... he's kind of known for his bad ideas, and if this idea is even too bad to tell him, well..." Brittany says, slowly. "His ideas aren't even bad, I guess. They're a lot of trouble. Don't get me wrong, I think Ethan is nice, kind of, but if you can't tell him the plan, I really think maybe it's a bad plan."

"Oh, it's definitely a bad plan," I say, nodding.

"Probably the worst," Scarlet agrees.

"I don't get it," Brittany says.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself. Inhale, and... exhale. I breathe out and then go right into it.

"I'm going to lure Jake out of his room by pretending to agree to some of his demands. He's still been trying to blackmail me, so it shouldn't be too hard. We'll set up my laptop in advance, using a webchat, so we can take pictures. I'll convince Jake to get naked before I start, then we'll get some pictures, then I'll make an excuse to leave for a second."

"We're thinking maybe in the laundry room or the kitchen or something," Scarlet says. "Ashley's room might work, too. We'd need a way to get Jake out of there after, though."

"And Scarlet would break into Jake's room while I'm distracting him and take his laptop, too," I finish.

This sounds crazier now that I'm trying to explain it to someone else. It sounded pretty crazy when Scarlet and I talked about it before, too, though. I think maybe it's a crazy plan, but...

If it works? Oh, yes, sweet sweet revenge.

"Alright, so that's great and all, but what happens if it doesn't work?" Brittany says. "I mean, I get the idea behind it, but what if you can't get away? I don't want bring this whole thing down or anything, but it sounds like a pretty awful idea to have you trapped in a room with your naked ex-boyfriend who is actively trying to blackmail you over some naked pictures, Ashley."

"Yeah..." Scarlet says. "We can figure out a way to break it up or whatever the fuck, but it's not like we're going to be right there, either. Someone has to stay out of the way to take the pictures, which I guess is Brittany's job now, and then I have to break into Jake's room, too. It's going to be rough."

I swallow hard and speak before I can convince myself not to. "We're doing it," I say, determined. "I don't care. I'm doing the plan. You don't understand how much pain he's caused me. He... before we broke up, he said some of the meanest things ever. He told me he couldn't go two months without sex, so that's why he was breaking up with me. He told me I wasn't very good in bed, so maybe I should have sex with someone during the summer to get experience, and once we came back to school maybe we could start dating again."

The more I say, the faster and harsher the words came out. I'm angry, and I've always known the things Jake put me through made me angry, but I don't know if I ever truly realized how angry I was before.

"He was a jerk when I accidentally texted him, too. More than a jerk. He was going to blackmail me and he kept calling my house for weeks, leaving messages. At first he wanted me to fly over to him for a weekend and be... basically be his sex slave! Seriously, I'm not even joking. Just for some pictures, because I was... I was having sex with Ethan. My... he's my stepbrother, and I know that. I know it's maybe kind of gross to some people, but it's not even like it's wrong or anything, is it? I..."

I'm crying. I don't even know why I'm crying. I didn't want to start crying here. Not over this, and not about anything to do with Jake. I just want to get back at him. I want to make him pay for what he did and to humiliate him the same way he's been humiliating me.

Brittany and Scarlet are here. Not just here, but right next to me. They wrap their arms around me and hug me. Scarlet is small and soft, and Brittany is tight and strong. They both smell nice. I don't care if that's weird. Scarlet's wearing a cinnamon and vanilla perfume, and Brittany has a spiced citrus one.

It feels good to be hugged and to be cared for. I know Ethan cares for me, too, but it's different. This is all different. I just want someone else to... I want them to understand. I...

"It's alright," Brittany says, whispering softly. "Shhh."

"We can figure this out," Scarlet adds, rubbing my back and kind of nestling her nose in my hair. "If the plan works, it's cool, but if it doesn't, um..."

"I know," I say. "That's why it
has
to work. It just has to."

"Let's go over it again," Brittany says. "I think we can figure out a way to make sure that nothing bad happens. There's three of us now, right? It'll work! We can do this. Teamwork!"

I sniffle and nod. Thankfully there's a box of tissues nearby so I can wipe my eyes and my nose. We all hug one last time. Scarlet goes back to the board, and Brittany sits in her seat again. I grab a few tissues and try to get presentable again.

"The main thing is," Scarlet says. "Someone has to take pictures from the laptop, while another breaks into Jake's room to steal his computer when he's distracted."

"Right," I say. "If there's three of us, that should cover it all."

"Hm... three of us," Brittany says, lost in thought, her voice sounding kind of far away. "That's true."