Stepbrother With Benefits 12 (Second Season) (2 page)

I smile at her, because I just want to fucking smile at her.  She's beautiful and amazing and she's mine and maybe she's kind of mad right now, but it's not really mad.  It's a playful mad.  I'll give you plenty of orgasms later, Princess, don't worry.

I kiss her, and I mean it.  There's a difference there, a difference between just kissing, or kissing because of lust, or a sweet and nice kiss, or kissing someone because you really fucking mean it.  All sorts of different kinds of kissing, and this is the most important one.

She melts as soon as my lips touch hers, and she kisses me back.  I let go of her hand and she reaches up and cups my cheeks in her palms.  I hold her face, too, just wanting to kiss her and look at her.  We stare into each other's eyes and there's a serious fucking spark going on or something.  Her eyes glimmer and I'm pretty sure mine do, too, and our glimmer, that spark inside our souls, just reaches out and connects us together.

It's crazy.  This entire thing is crazy.  I love it.  I love her.

"I love you," she says.  "Even when you're an asshole like you just were.

I laugh.  "I love you, too, Princess," I say.  "Now let's get dressed and go eat breakfast and talk.  Then we can sneak away to take a shower together so I can fuck your brains out."

"I need my brains," she says, making a cute pouty face at me.  "I have a college scholarship to maintain, remember?"

"I mean, I guess we can put them back after?" I offer.

"Fuck my brains out and then... fuck me again to get them back in?"

Aw yeah.  See, that's why Ashley's the smart one.  She's got the best ideas, doesn't she?  Seriously, that's some impressive intellect right there.  I'm impressed.

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I
wish Ethan hadn't stopped me from having an orgasm.  That's the only thing I can think about right now.  We hurried and got dressed and everything seemed fine, but... nope, it's not.

I step out of the tent and everything is just sensitive.  I can feel my panties rubbing against my clit, feel the gentle pressure of my shorts tight against my pussy, and I just kind of want to step back in the tent and zip myself in and um... do things that good girls don't do.

Do good girls do those things?  Actually, I'm sure they probably do.  I mean, I've done it before, but I was cautious and tactful, you know?  I didn't exactly announce to the world what I was about to do, but right now I sort of don't care if the world knows because I just want to have an orgasm.

I was so close!  So very very close, and just a couple of seconds more would have pushed me over the edge, but Ethan is a huge jerk.

I think I hate him.  I don't actually hate him.  I like him a lot, and I do love him, but I just don't like him right now.

When we step out of the tent, I give him a dirty look and stomp away, going to join my mom and Ethan's dad.  They're sitting around the campfire already, toasting some bread.  My mom offers me a piece that's already done and I take it and sit down across from her.  Ethan wanders up, too, and my mom offers him a piece of toast, also.

I glare at him, but he just sits down next to me as if nothing's wrong.

I guess I can't blame him.  I stopped him from having an orgasm, too.  That was kind of fun, actually.  I grin a little, remembering the intense look on his face, and then the shock and awe after I told him we needed to stop.

One thing I need to remember from all of this is that rule number nineteen is dangerous.  Actually, I think it may be the most dangerous rule of them all.  The other rules are good, and should be used for good.  Rule number nineteen can be used for evil purposes, but it can be used by both of us, so...

Except we've both used up our one tease for now, so the next time is going to be the real thing, and I'm really really excited!  I guess rule number nineteen isn't all bad.  It lets us spice things up a little.

My mother gives me a weird look and I belatedly realize I have a silly grin on my face and I probably look crazy.

"What's got you so happy this morning?" my mom asks.

"Um... it's just so nice to be awake!" I say, trying to sound chipper and enthusiastic.

Everyone gives me a weird look after that, including Ethan. 
Ethan!
  You're supposed to be on my side here!  I stick my tongue out at him and scrunch up my nose.  He gives me a dirty look, but then he smiles.  I like the way he looks at me, with his eyes glimmering.  It almost feels like he's looking straight into me, past everything, seeing all of my thoughts and feelings, but in a good way because I want him to see all of that and I want him to know it.

Sometimes it's hard to say stuff like that, though.  It's easier if you don't have to say it, and it's easiest if you have someone who knows it without you having to say it.  I guess I never thought about it before, but that's how it is with Ethan almost always.  He makes me happy.

"I'm sure we're all glad to be awake," Ethan's dad says, laughing and shaking his head side to side.  "I think, if no one minds, maybe we can just cut straight to the important topic that I'm sure we've all been waiting to talk about."

"And what's that, honey?" my mom asks him.

"The dating dilemma?" my stepdad says.

"It's not really a dilemma, though, is it?" she asks.

"I feel like I'm out of the loop here," he says.  "I don't know who knows what or what's going on, so maybe we should start there?"

It makes sense.  You start from the beginning, right?  Except I'm not sure where the beginning started and by the looks of it, neither does anyone else.  We sit around the campfire nibbling our toast and staring at each other.

"Alright!" my mom says, standing up, excited.  "I've got an idea, everyone."

She hurries over to Ethan and has him stand, too.  Then she moves his chair closer to mine.

"Sit, sit," she says, pushing him back to his seat.  "And get really close to Ashley.  Show us you're a couple.  Make us believe it."

Ethan lifts one eyebrow and gives my mom a strange look, but he sits and cuddles close to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.  I move into his touch, liking the fact that we can sit in front of our parents like this without worrying anymore.

I hope we don't have to worry, at least.

My mom goes back to her chair and scoots it closer to Ethan's dad.  Then she sits and cuddles close to him, too.

"We're going to pretend we've just met and we don't know each other," my mom says.  "All of us."

Um...

I glance at Ethan, and he looks at me.  "Who are you?" I ask him.

"The man of your dreams, Princess," Ethan says.

"Ethan, you're supposed to pretend you don't know me.  That's what my mom just said!"

"Listen, I'd say that to you if I didn't know you.  I'd put my arm around you like this, too.  You're the one screwing this up right here.  How'd you know my name was Ethan, huh?"

"Shut up, you," I tell him, but everything he just said might be true.  Ugh. 
Ugh!

"Um... alright, I meant that you two are still a couple and you know each other," my mom says.  "I know Ethan's father, too.  We're a couple.  But we, meaning us parents over here, don't know you two over there.  Pretend you aren't our children and we've just met you out and about while we're camping, and we invited you over for breakfast.  That's what I meant."

"Oh," I say.

"Got it," Ethan says.

"What's the point of this?" my stepdad asks.

My mom ignores him and smiles at us.  "Oh, you two look so cute!  How long have you been together?"

"A little over a week," I say, smiling.  "What about you two?"

"What is it, almost four years now?" my mom asks Ethan's dad.

"Just about," he says.  "Our anniversary is soon."

"It is!"

"So... you said a little over a week?  You two look awfully close for that short a time period," Ethan's dad says, staring pointedly at us.  He smiles, too, but it's obvious what he's asking.

I decide to defer to Ethan with this one.

"Yeah, I guess so," Ethan says, shrugging.

I don't know why I deferred to Ethan with that one.  He has failed me.

"I don't mean to pry," his dad says.  "You hear a lot about summer love and relationships, falling hard and fast but it doesn't last for long, and I guess I should admit I'm a little curious."

"Honey..." my mom says to him, sighing.

"Nah, I get it," Ethan says.  "Yeah, and you're totally right, too.  I've seen that happen a lot before.  I've known Ashley since the second grade.  I guess we were seven or eight back then.  I don't even remember anymore, but yeah, we've known each other for a long time.  It might seem like it's a short amount of time for us to be dating, but we've got over ten years of history, so I think that counts for a lot."

I nod fast.  "We used to play on the swings together at recess," I add.  "Ethan was kind of a trouble maker, though."

"Awww, isn't that sweet?" my mom asks no one in particular.  "I think it's sweet.  It's very cute, you two!"

"Is that true?" my stepdad asks, giving us a curious look.  "I knew you two knew each other before, but I didn't know you'd known each other that long.  I didn't know about the recess thing."

"You must be thinking of someone else!" my mom interrupts.  "We've just met Ethan and Ashley, remember?"

"Ohhh, right," my stepdad says, grinning.  "Whoops.  You look so much like my son, who is also named Ethan.  Come to think of it, Ashley looks like my stepdaughter, too."

"It's a strange coincidence, I assure you!" my mom says, trying to pull us back on track.

"What are they like?" I ask.  "Your son and stepdaughter, I mean."

"Hm..."  Ethan's dad pauses to consider it.  "Ashley's nice.  She always gets good grades and she's polite and kind.  Ethan... I'm not sure.  I don't think he's a bad person, but I think we've had some struggles.  I think I could have done a little better raising him as he was growing up, but I think he's going to be alright."

"Yeah, well, I've had some issues with my dad, too," Ethan says.  "I know how it is, and maybe your son still wants you to be there for him.  I wouldn't say that just because he's grown up now that he doesn't need you or anything."

"You think so?"

Ethan shrugs.  "I don't know.  Maybe you should have that conversation with him and ask him."

Ethan's dad smiles, considerate.  "Maybe I will."

"Maybe Ashley could help, too?" I offer.  "If she's polite and kind and gets good grades and Ethan is a little rough around the edges and struggling, and they're together now because, um... you're both married and they probably see each other a lot, er..."

"You know, I never really thought about that before.  What do you think, honey?" my mom asks my stepdad.

"I don't know.  They fight a lot," Ethan's dad says.  "You think it'll work?"

"Alright, let's just get right to it," Ethan says.  "Your son, your stepdaughter, what would you do if they started dating?  Like, some serious shit, alright?  Not just little stuff like hanging out, but intense like he gets an erection just thinking about her.  Kind of fucked up, right?  They probably have bedrooms right down the hall from each other.  You want them sneaking around like that, because they're going to do it whether you want them to or not, or would you accept it and understand?"

Ethan's dad starts to choke and splutter.  I stare at Ethan, mouth open, eyes wide, my entire face turning white. 
Really, Ethan?  Did you seriously just say that?

My mom just starts to laugh maniacally, though.  She seems really amused by all of this, and I think the rest of us are mortified, except for Ethan who is just kind of hanging out and laughing at my mom laughing.

Ugh.

I don't even know anymore.

After a couple of minutes everything calms down a little, and I guess we're, um... we're going to figure this out?  I'm not sure.

"My son has a propensity towards seducing girls," Ethan's dad says.  "I guess I hadn't thought about it before, but he very well might seduce his stepsister without me knowing it."

"I think they'd be cute together," my mom adds.  "I don't think it would be seduction, per se, but I just think they'd be cute together.  I think it'd work."

"I think it might work," my stepdad says.  "I just have a problem believing it would."

"What the fuck, why?" Ethan asks, aggressive.

"Now, hold on!  Let me explain this first."

Ethan grumbles and settles back into his chair.  I reach for his hand and squeeze it tight, smiling at him.

"If he's going to sneak around, then I feel like it's something he's not proud of.  It feels like it'd be something he's hiding, right?" his dad says.  "If that's the case, then I don't know if I could accept that.  I love my son, but Ashley's a part of the family now, too, and I love her and her mother, also."

"So you're saying that if he was open about it and talked to you about it, you'd be alright with it?" I ask.

"I think I could come to terms with it," my stepdad says.  "It's difficult, because I've never thought of the two of them ever being in that situation.  I'd prefer if they were considerate and didn't openly flaunt the fact that they were having sex together, even though I know they would be.  I was a young man at one point, and even now me and my wife here like to have our share of sexy fun."

"Ewwww..."

"It's true, dear," my mom says to me.  "We do like to have sexy fun.  While you and Ethan were away at college... woo boy..."

"Mom!  Seriously?"

"What!  I wasn't the one having sex in a tent this morning."

Oh my God, they heard us?  "...I don't know what you're talking about," I say, murmuring.

"Oh, right, sure you don't.  If you think I believe that, you're quite mistaken, missy!"

"You're weird," I tell her.  "You're just weird."

"It's genetic," she says, sticking her tongue out at me.  "You're weird, too."

Ethan clears his throat, loud, and then stands up.  He looks at me, then my mom, and finally to his dad.

"Look, I... I don't want to hide shit from you, alright?  It wasn't about that.  It wasn't that I was ashamed or thought I was doing anything wrong, but I didn't think you'd understand and I wanted to be with Ashley.  I want to keep being with her, and whenever I thought about telling you and then thought about you getting pissed off about it, uh... well, yeah, that's it.  How am I supposed to date her if you're just pissed as fuck about us dating?  That's why I didn't tell you, but I told her mom.  I asked her if I could date Ashley, so I wasn't trying to hide it from anyone."