Stepbrother With Benefits 18 (Third Season) (2 page)

I
am so fucking tired right
now. Yeah, so, I'm tired because Ashley and I kept each other awake a lot last night. It's not my fault, though. I won't even blame her, either. We're the victims here. Victims of uh... circumstances or whatever the fuck.

Listen, this is some serious shit and I'm going to explain exactly what happened before you start to get the wrong idea. Just calm down, cool off, chill the fuck out, and wait a second.

You know when you're sleeping, and then you kind of wake up in the middle of the night? It's not like you wake up a lot, but you wake up enough that you know you're awake, and you just want to move around a little, get more comfortable, and fall right back to sleep? I'm pretty fucking sure you know exactly what I mean, so...

Yeah, that's exactly what happened. The problem is that I woke up, and my cock decided it was uncomfortable. It needed to move around or whatever the fuck. I know it's technically
my
cock, but sometimes it just has a mind of it's own, alright? Especially in the middle of the night or early in the morning. Do you have any idea how many fucking times I've woken up with an erection?

I don't choose to have a hard-on in the morning. I mean, yeah, don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly complaining about it, but it just sort of happens. I wake up, I have an erection, and...

So, yeah, you know how you usually just roll over and go back to sleep? I basically did that, except with my cock, and when I rolled over I randomly happened to find myself inside Ashley's juicy as fuck pussy. As if this wasn't bad enough, my cock still can't get comfortable, so he's over here shifting around, thrusting, and I'm like, what the fuck, cock, I'm trying to sleep over here?

Except I can't, because all of a sudden Ashley's moaning and bucking her hips against me, and I don't even know how this happened but we're having sex. It's like, uh... sleepwalking? Sex-walking? Sleep-sexing? I have no fucking clue, but in order to get this to stop, I end up having to have sex with Ashley.

Which I do, and it's cool and all, so then we fall asleep, except...

The same fucking thing happens all over again. Are you for real? How many fucking times are you going to do this to me, cock? I swear, it has a mind of its own. Ashley's pussy seems to have a mind of its own, too. My cock and her pussy are real fucking close, maybe even best friends by now.

Yeah, uh... so that's what happened. I'm telling you, we're victims of circumstance. Multiple circumstances. Do you think I have any control over this? Whenever my cock gets within close proximity to her pussy, everything just gets crazy.

Also, holy fuck, that was some really good sex. Definitely worth being tired. I say that now, but what about when I have to go to class? Fucking A. I can't fucking do this right now.

I open one eye and glare at the sun shining in through my window. Why don't you go fuck off, sun? You think this is funny or something? Unfortunately Ashley is awake and she's staring at me while I stare at the bright fucking light waking us both up.

"What time is it?" she asks.

"Too fucking early," I say.

"What time do you have to go to class?" she asks me.

I'd like to say this is a normal conversation, but Little Miss Perfect over here has some plans, and they've got nothing to do with asking me about my classes. She's distracting me, that's what she's doing. It's working, too. I never even suspected a thing until, uh...

There are fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking up and down, and for whatever fucking reason my cock is already ready and willing to go. I blame morning. This isn't even my fault. I can't even...

Fuck. Fucking fuck.

"What time are your classes?" Ashley asks me again, but this time she goes a step further. "Here," she says, pulling away from me and reaching for my desk. She grabs my phone and hands it to me. "So you can check how much time we have."

Which I do. I'm checking. I'm staring right at the screen but I can't see a fucking thing. My eyes are about to roll into the back of my head. I'm dying here. Ashley is destroying me.

Right after Little Miss Perfect Princess hands me my phone, she sneaks under the blankets. Shimmying lower, sneaking between my legs, she just sets up shop down there. She strokes my cock with one hand, teases my balls with the other, and as if that wasn't distracting enough, she goes for gold and wraps her lips around the head.

All the while I'm just laying there, holding my phone. I turned it on to check the time, even somehow managed to put in the password so I could use it, but... yeah... not even doing any of that right now. After a few more seconds, the screen flickers off and my phone goes back to sleep or whatever the fuck phones do. Does it look like I care right now?

I'm still holding the damn thing, though. Still staring at a blank screen while Ashley bobs up and down on my cock. I want to say something witty right now. I just want to get that out of the way. I'd love to say something real fucking witty right now about the eagerness with which Ms. Ashley Banks is sucking my cock, but I can't. I've got nothing.

I'm sorry. Deal with it. Pretend I just said something amazing.

Also, fuck this phone. I toss it onto my desk, no fucks given, and rip off the blankets so I can stare at the perfect fucking lips currently wrapped around my cock. Ashley gives me this guilty, sexy as fuck look, eyes wide like I just caught her in the act. Oh, you're caught in the act, Princess. Guilty as charged, and you're going to pay for your crimes.

"Excuse me," I say to her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Excuse me," she says, pulling her lips off of my cock with enough suction to make an audible
pop
sound. "When are you going to tell me when you have to go to your classes?"

"Are you fucking sassing me?" I ask her. If she's going to sass me, I'll sass her right the fuck back.

"I'm trying to give you a blowjob, but you're not giving me a lot of options here!" she says, going right back to sassing. "If you have to go to class, then I'm going to have to stop, so I need to..."

"Oh, no. You're not fucking stopping now, Princess. You started this, and you're going to finish it."

Ashley glares at me. She wrinkles her nose and gives me the dirtiest look. It's kind of cute as fuck, and the fact that her lips are inches away from my cock while she's doing this isn't helping. I never thought I'd want to be glared at while getting a blowjob before, but Ashley's making a serious case for it right now.

"While you're down there, can you do that popping thing again?" I ask her.

"What?" she asks. "This?"

She puts my cock back in her mouth and bobs halfway down. She sucks hard, lips pressing tight against my shaft, and then she inches her way back up. A little at a time, a little more, and when she gets to the head...

POP.

My cock twitches hard. I stare at her, because this is basically amazing. The best and the worst part about all of this is she looks so fucking pleased with herself. It's almost like she's gloating about the power she has over me. Oh, if you only fucking knew, Princess. You do things to me. You make me want to write you a love letter, that's how serious this is.

Speaking of, uh... yeah, I need to work on finishing that before I show her. Soon, though. I'll try to do it during class today. Maybe. I feel like that's sort of ruining the point of going to class, because I should be paying attention in class if I go to class, but I'll figure it out.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but..."

And she just stops. She stops sucking my cock. She's not even between my legs anymore. I lay there in bed, naked, pajama pants somewhere. Actually, where the fuck are those? I know I went to bed with them on, but I have no idea. I see them laying in the middle of my room, probably just thrown over there. Ashley's shirt and pajama pants are somewhere over there, too.

She dances and skips around my room, naked, shaking her ass at me while she heads to my desk. She takes my phone, checks the time, then grabs my class schedule by my laptop and compares notes or something.

"You have one hour," she says, nodding to herself. The way she says it sounds both informative and authoritative. Class schedules and being on time are important for Little Miss Perfect over here.

You know what else is important? I've kind of got an erection that needs dealing with. What the fuck, Ashley? She's totally dropping the ball on that one.

Before she turns back around, I sit up and smack her ass. It's loud and nice and satisfying as fuck. It's the most beautiful fucking smack sound, and it echoes through my room. Some people probably think angels singing in heaven sounds like a church choir or something, but I think it'd sound like this, because the sound of me smacking Ashley's ass is definitely heavenly.

She's got a sexy as fuck light red mark on one of her cheeks now. It's fading fast, but I drink it in while I can. Her sexy curves, jiggling a little from the aftershock of my smack, with a little crease where her ass meets her thighs, and then the light mark of my palm right in the middle of all of it? Aw yeah. This is art. I would take a picture of this and hang it on my wall as a masterpiece if I could.

Except I can't. Little Miss Perfect stole my fucking phone. Ashley spins around fast and stares at me, wide-eyed.

"You slapped my butt!" she says, pointing and wagging her finger at me.

Her breasts bounce a little, both of them at first from her quick spin, and then just one when her arm pushes it slightly as she shakes her finger at me.

"I'd slap it again, too," I tell her. "Don't even fucking tempt me, Princess."

"You wouldn't dare," she says. "I don't believe you."

"I'm telling you, don't even fucking tempt me..."

She keeps shaking her finger at me, tiptoeing closer, the biggest fucking grin on her face. As soon as she's right next to the bed again, she spins around fast and shakes her butt at me.

I think we all know what happens next. Do I really have to explain this?

SMACK!

And another quick couple more for the fun of it: smack, smack.

She topples onto the bed like she's defeated or something, just falls over me and lands on her stomach. Her ass is still right there, except now it's laying right next to me. She looks over at me, some pouty look on her lips, and she starts batting her eyelashes fast.

"What's up?" I ask her. "What's with the eyelashes?"

"I'm hurt," she says, but in that real fucking pouty way, you know?

"Oh yeah?" I ask her.

"Uh huh. I... I'm hurt, and... can you rub it better for me?"

"Yeah?" Is this a real question? Does she know who she's talking to right now?

"Just, um... I... I was wondering..." She looks away from me for a second, kind of shy. Yeah, the girl who was just shaking her ass at me and daring me to smack it is suddenly shy. I have no clue how this works.

"I have some, um... lotion?" she says. This is a question, but it's not a question, and I don't know what's going on. "It's in my bag, and maybe you could use it to help? I think it would be
very
soothing."

Nod, nod, shy. That's Ashley. Nod, nod, shy.

I get up out of bed and go to find the bag she brought with her. It's nothing extreme, just enough for some of her books and clothes and other essentials. I should probably mention I still have an erection right now, so when I walk across my room, my cock just bounces around, doesn't even give a fuck.

I grab Ashley's backpack and hold it up. "Where am I looking?" I ask.

"In the side pocket," she says, pointing to one side.

I open it, look inside, and...

There's no lotion in here. There's absolutely no fucking lotion whatsoever. There's one thing and one thing only. I pull out the bottle, hold it up, and show it to her.

"This?" I ask.

She nods fast.

Let's just take a good look at this bottle, alright? It's sensual massage oil for couples. That's what it says at first, but then in tiny letters along the side, it decides to add a little note about it being an oil-based organic personal lubricant.

I have one complaint about this. How can it be for couples, and then for personal use? I mean, I guess maybe it's still personal if you're a couple? Am I the only one that sees something wrong with this? I just think of
personal
as your own thing, but then, uh... I guess "up close and personal" kind of fits, too. That could be it. I am definitely willing to get up close and personal with Ashley's ass and this massage oil lubricant.

Oh, it's coconut, by the way. I'm still reading the bottle. Why the fuck am I reading the bottle? I have no fucking clue. Stop asking me questions like that. I'm just... I don't even know. I'm trying to figure out if I'm the luckiest man alive or what. Probably.

One last thing. I think this is important. While I swagger over to Ashley, bottle in hand, I shake my head at her.

"It says this isn't safe for use with condoms," I tell her.

"Rule number eight," she says. "No condoms. I'm on birth control and we both know it, and you wanted to take advantage of that. Don't you remember your own rule, Ethan? Wow."

"I think there's been a little misunderstanding, Princess," I tell her. "You just said I
'wanted'
to take advantage of it. That's past tense. I still want to take advantage of it. As far as I'm aware, rule number eight is still in full effect."

"Is it?" she asks, coy as fuck. While she's still laying on her stomach, she lifts her ass a little and shakes it at me. "I don't even know what you're asking about condoms for. I just wanted you to rub soothing lotion on my butt after you so rudely smacked it."

"Uh huh," I say, rolling my eyes. "That's all you want, huh?"

"You should have plenty of time," she says. "You
do
have an hour before you have to go to class."

I kneel on the bed and move to straddle her thighs. I put the bottle of sensual massage oil next to her and gently start to knead and massage her butt. She stiffens at first, but then relaxes into my touch.