Stepbrother With Benefits 13 (Third Season) (8 page)

We're not there yet, though.  We're getting there, but we're not there yet.

Ethan reaches to the side and grabs something.  I'm not sure what it is at first.  Maybe the dildo?  But, no.  A few seconds later, I feel a cool, slippery liquid cascade from the bottom of my pussy, towards my ass, leaving a slick trail from one to the other.  Ethan gathers it up with two fingers, then teases at my rosette.

He slides one finger in easily, having prepared me before.  This time he doesn't distract me with his tongue, though.  He whispers to me, instead.

"You're so fucking tight right here, Princess," he says to me.  "I don't know if we can do this... fuck... do you think I'll be able to fit?"

The way he says it makes me laugh.  "Where there's a will, there's a way?" I offer.

"Damn fucking straight," he says.  "Still... fuck... for real, Princess.  I can't even fucking wait to be inside you.  You're killing me here."

"Is it different?" I ask him, suddenly curious.  "Um... does anal sex feel different for you?"

He shrugs a little.  "I haven't done it before.  We'll find out soon."

It's strange.  I know he said that already, sort of, but I guess I figured maybe he was exaggerating?  I don't really know.  Ethan seems like the sort of person to have done this before, that's all.  To know that he hasn't, that I'll be his first, it's...

I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it makes me feel special.  Even more special than I already feel all the time.  It's like we're losing our virginity together, except that's kind of a strange way to think about it considering we've been having a lot of sex for the past two months.

His other finger, slick with lube, pushes to join the first one.  My body stiffens a little, but I will it to relax.  It doesn't hurt, it's just different.  It feels different.  The first is simple, and honestly it doesn't feel like too much of anything, but then the second finger joins the first, and...

As soon as he enters me, I immediately feel more full.  That's the best way I can think to describe it.  It's not just my ass, either.  My pussy also feels tighter somehow, despite the fact that there's nothing inside me right now.

Ethan pulls his fingers out a little, then pushes back in.  My body spasms, hips shaking.  I clench my stomach and inadvertently squeeze against him.  He stops when I do, and waits for me to relax again before pushing in.  Slow, like that, in and out.

"How's that feel?" he asks me.

"It's... it's different," I say.  "I... I really like it... I don't know how to describe it.  I..."

"We can take as much time as you want," Ethan says, gentle and sweet.  And then, not so gentle or sweet, he adds, "I really want to fuck you, though.  I'll be patient, but..."

"Please?" I say.

I'm not sure if I'm asking him or begging him.  His fingers feel really nice, but I want to feel more.  I want to feel what it's like for him to be inside me there, like he's been inside me so many times before.

Ethan is gentle, yet excited.  He pulls his fingers out of me, leaving a slippery pool of lubricant in their wake.  He reaches to the side again, and moments later I feel more slick wetness sliding down my ass.  I shiver from the cool feeling.  Ethan takes even more, coating his cock with lube.  I can hear him stroking himself, too.  It's incredibly erotic considering the circumstances.  I can't see him, but I can picture him in my mind easily enough.

He's on his knees between my legs, my butt propped up by a pillow, slick, cool lube covering my warm skin and his heated, throbbing cock.  I feel the head of his cock press against my rosebud.  Just pressing, not pushing.  Oh my God, this is it, isn't it?

I liked his fingers, and I know I said I wanted his cock inside me, but the realization that, yes, it's about to be there, um...

I tense, suddenly unsure.  Ethan pushes a little, but when he feels my resistance, he stops.  He stays like that, his fingers wrapped around his cock, waiting for me to relax.

He slides his free hand from my knee, up my thigh, towards... oh...
well then
, um...

Slick with lube, his fingers tease and glide across my clit.  This is the hand he used to coat his cock, and now he's using it to stroke my clit.  I let out a lusty moan.  My body tenses for a second, but then submits to his pleasure.  Ethan pushes forward, the head of his cock driving past the previous resistance of my hesitant rosette.

I clench against him, slightly surprised.  He pushes a little more, going slow.  I keep clenching, but it feels good now.  There's nothing to stop him, no friction, nothing but pure, slippery ecstasy.  Yes, definitely ecstasy...

This is far more intense than I thought.  I mean, honestly, I didn't know what to think, but this is entirely unexpected in an entirely wonderful kind of way.  His cock slides into me, a fraction of an inch at a time.  Slow, very slow, but that makes it even more delicious.  His fingers tease at my clit, bringing even more pleasure to the act.  It's almost as if this, too, is intensified.

Ethan lifts up one of my legs, bringing it so my ankle rests on his shoulder, then he moves the other, too.  My upper body slopes downwards, the pillow acting as my anchor.  Ethan slides further inside of me, further still, and...

Now he's in me.  Oh my God, we did it!

I feel kind of weird having an inner celebratory moment here, but this is really exciting to me.

"Fucking... wow..." Ethan says.  "Yeah, definitely tight, Princess.  Holy fuck."

Pride swells in my chest, though it feels kind of weird to feel proud about this.  I do, though!  I don't know why, I just do, and it feels amazing, so why not?

"I don't even want to move," he says.  "This is seriously fucking crazy.  It's like your massaging my cock.  And every time I..."

He doesn't even explain, he just does it.  His fingers expertly tease at my clit, and I squirm beneath him, my body clenching.  Oh my God...
yesss
... oh my God...

I feel more of him.  He's not doing anything, but it feels like every little thing he does is just... more.  It's more intense, more obvious, more everything.  Each throb of his cock sends a shiver of intensified sensation through my body.  When he toys with my clit, making me clench against him, and in return he twitches harder inside me, it feels like nothing I've ever felt before.

It's not exactly orgasmic, it's just... it's more... it's...

"As much as I'd like to stay like this all fucking night, I think we had plans?" Ethan says.

Um... we did?  Oh, wait.  Yes, we did, and...

"I don't know if I can take it," I admit, blushing, sheepish.

"Is it too much?" he asks, concerned.  "We can stop if you want?"

"No, um... it's not that, it's... I want to cum," I admit, blushing even more.  "I feel like I'm about to, but not quite, and it's just constantly like that, really intense, and I think if I have you and the dildo inside me, I'm just not going to be able to stop.  It already feels tight, like there's something else inside me, but there's not even, and..."

"Yeah?" Ethan asks, excited.  "Fuck, I didn't even realize."

"Uh huh..."

"So this feels..."

Nothing.  And everything.  My mind goes blank and my world is replaced by bright colors and orgasmic ecstasy.  I'm not even sure what's happening anymore, but it's amazing.

"So this feels good?" I ask.

I don't even get to finish my sentence before Ashley becomes a writhing mess beneath me, though.  She's responsive as fuck, even more than usual, and I am on the receiving end of every fucking clench of her orgasmic pleasure.  Holy fuck.

Wow, uh...

I mean, it was just a finger?  We were planning on double penetration with me and the replica of my cock, but what she said intrigued me, so...

All I did was push a finger inside her.  With my cock in her ass, my fingers teasing at her clit, I shifted my hand slightly so I could press my thumb in her pussy, and... yeah...

Her body clenches hard against me, squeezing and milking my cock.  If it felt like a massage before, uh... yeah... I don't even know what the fuck this is.  Amazing as fuck, that's what, but it's completely different from anything I ever expected.

One time we screwed around with Ashley being on top and playing with herself using her vibrator.  That was insane, and I can't say I've ever felt anything like it before.  She just sat on my cock, rocking back and forth, with her vibrator buzzing against her clit, sending thrumming vibrations through her pussy and right to my cock.

Yeah, so, that was amazing as fuck and I loved it, but this current thing we're doing, uh...

It's like that, but ten times better, and I didn't even know something like this could be like that.

I drive my thumb deeper inside her, and her body starts to tremble.  This is a good tremble, though, like a fucking orgasmic earthquake.  It's dark, so I can't see her, but if I could I'm almost positive her eyes would be rolling into the back of her head.  I reach out with my free hand to feel her stomach.  She's tight and clenching there, too, flexing hard, taut.

My fingers stroke and toy with her clit.  I don't mean to brag, but I'm good at this, and I'm pretty good at timing Ashley's orgasms.  I know when she's cresting, when she's coming down, when I can build her up to another one.  I'm really trying hard to focus on that, even though I'm ridiculously fucking close to my own orgasm over here, but, uh...

What the fuck?  I don't even fucking know.  She just doesn't stop.  This is an orgasm, I guess, but it's long as fuck, constantly high.  We're talking severe, maximum strength climax right here, and I don't even know if I can handle this.

Yeah, uh... holy fuck.

I did not expect this.  I don't even know what we're doing anymore.  I lose myself, too.  Fuck.  My eyes roll into the back of my head and my body shudders, my cock throbbing hard.  Ashley clenches against me, her orgasm refusing to quit, and as soon as I start to cum, I don't even know if I can stop, either.

That's how they're going to find us, isn't it?  I don't know who
they
is, but I'm pretty sure we're trapped like this now.  We're locked into some never-ending cycle of orgasmic pleasure.  Each twitch of my cock as I cum inside her makes her clench even more, which makes me throb and twitch harder, which...

Yeah... this isn't even eloquent.  Not that I'm ever eloquent.  I have no fucking clue how we're getting out of this.  If I die right now, I will have no regrets, though.

I think we stop eventually.  I have no clue when.  Probably when I collapse and she collapses and we just lay next to each other in a heap of post-orgasmic exhaustion.

So, yeah.  Anal sex?  Apparently it's dangerous.  My mind is blown.

I think something happened, but I don't really know how to explain it.  It's like I have amnesia or something.  I remember things, but they aren't things I can put into words.

I think that's the mark of really good sex, though.  You know the sort of sex that just completely infiltrates your body?  Not just physically, but mentally, too?  It starts out good, but then it takes a turn for the awe-inspiring, and before you know it you're having some kind of out of body experience on an orgasmic rollercoaster of pleasure and fun.

And then you wake up sometime later, and you're just like...
wow.

I am currently in the "wow" stage of things, and I'm not even sure how this happened or what happened, or...

"We didn't do the double penetration thing!" I say suddenly, completely at random.

"Motherfucker," Ethan says.  "Fucking A.  I tried, Princess.  I really fucking tried, it's just..."

"I know," I say, sighing.  "It's alright, Ethan.  I know."

We failed at double penetration sex.  Who knew it was so difficult?

"We're going to do it," he says.  "Just, uh... I don't even know if I can move.  Are we dead?"

I laugh.  I feel the same way.  "I don't think so," I say.  "I'm thirsty, though."

"Fuck, me too."

"I think we should take a shower," I say.  "We're going to get all sticky from the lube."

"Fuck," Ethan says.  "Why are you doing this to me?  Fuck."

"Fuck!" I say, agreeing.

"Hey, I'm the one that says fuck around here, Princess," Ethan says.  "Don't steal my swag."

"Ohhh, sorry, Mr. Bad Boy," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, Little Miss Perfect."

"It's dark.  How do you even know I was rolling my eyes?"

"Oh, I know," he says.  Somehow, even though we both might be dead, Ethan turns his head to kiss my cheek.  "Yeah, I know.  Don't even try to lie."

"I know something, too," I say, tilting my head to kiss him.  "Do you want to know what it is?"

"Yeah, what?" he asks, smiling against my lips.

"I love you," I say, kissing him quick and then turning away fast.

"I love you, too," he says.

Somehow, he manages to roll on top of me, straddling me, and rains kisses across my cheeks.  And my lips.  My chin, my ears, my throat, to my collarbone.  It's sexy and fun, but more playful than anything.  I don't think we're going to have sex again, or even try to have sex.  I don't even know if I can ever have sex ever again.  I feel like I'm all sexed out.  I don't know if that's a thing someone can be, but right now I am it.

"Shower?" Ethan asks.

"Can you carry me there, though?" I ask.

"Fuck," he says, laughing.  "You're killing me here, Princess."

He does, though.  He carries me.  While we're stumbling in the dark towards Ethan's bathroom, I peek over at the clock on his bedside table.

"Ethan, it wasn't even an hour," I say.  "I think we're broken."

"Huh?"

"We didn't even have sex for an hour.  It was only, um... almost forty-five minutes, I guess, except I'm not sure how long we were laying in bed, so maybe less?"

"Maybe this is like that Einstein thing?" Ethan suggests.

"What Einstein thing?"  I have no idea what he's talking about.

"You know, that, uh... theory of relativity, whatever the fuck, that thing?"