Stepbrother With Benefits 15 (Third Season) (11 page)

Ethan strokes himself a little faster now.  I can tell he's holding off, waiting, watching me.  He's enjoying the show, and I have to admit I'm kind of enjoying giving it to him, too.  It's different, and I like it a lot.  This isn't something we've ever done before.  We've done plenty of things in the shower, just nothing like this.

Since we're apart, I guess it's fun to get creative, though...

I play with my pussy, sliding my slippery, soap covered fingers up and down my labia.  I like the way it feels, all slick and wet, made even more slick and wet by the shower and the body wash.  I rub quickly at my clit, feeling an intense rush of sensation.  I close my eyes to revel in the feeling, but not before I look and notice Ethan staring at me with rapt intensity, his hand rhythmically stroking his cock for me, up and down, up, down,
mmmm...

I tease one finger inside of me, and then another.  It's nice.  It's not as full or as nice as Ethan's cock, but... sometimes you have to make do with what you have at hand, right?

I pull my fingers out, and move them back to my clit, rubbing lighter this time.  Light becomes a little more, and a little more than that.  I peek open one eye and see Ethan still watching me, still excited for me.  The head of his cock glistens with his arousal, and it's all for me.

The bag is getting a little wet, but it's just the outside.  So far, there's no steaminess going on.  Still... I need to finish this before things get too complicated.

I should probably admit that I kind of want to finish it because I'd like to have an orgasm, too.  Um...

I stroke my clit again, teasing myself more and more.  My legs tense and tighten.  I like this position, actually.  It's... I don't know how to explain it, really, but with my legs pressed hard against the opposite shower wall, the muscles in my thighs and calves tensing, and my core squeezing, too, it's like it's all tightening even more.

I push two fingers inside me fast, thrusting in and out, gathering speed before moving them back to my clit.  I'm close.  Kind of close.  A little more... a little faster...

I hear something.  It's someone, really.  The door to the women's bathroom opens.  I hear the telltale squeak of the hinges, then the sound of footsteps walking over the tiled floor.  It's not like this is strange or anything, because it's kind of one of the hazards of, um... doing what I'm doing?

That's actually why Ethan suggested it.  He's weird.  I think he takes immense pleasure in making me squirm, and honestly I kind of like when he does it, too.  This time, though...

Well, I still like it, but I need to be careful!  I don't exactly want anyone to figure out what I'm doing in here.

I'm supposed to be a good girl, remember?

Ethan catches me staring at the shower curtain and realizes what's going on.  He starts grinning uncontrollably at me while I tease and torment my clit with my fingers.  He holds a finger up to his mouth as if to say that I need to be quiet.

I mouth the words "I know!" at him, and he starts to laugh.

Oh no...

The laugh isn't too loud, and it's somewhat short lived, but the sound echoes through the shower and into the rest of the bathroom.  The acoustics in here are pretty good.  It always seems like everything's louder in a restroom, don't you think?

Yup, and, well... that's not very good right now.

I cough to try and mask the sound, except I'm still masturbating over here, and it still feels good, so my cough kind of comes out like this:

Ahemmmmmm... ohhhh.

This is a totally regular way to cough, I assure you!  Or not really, but I hope the other person in the bathroom with me doesn't realize what's going on.

I hesitate for a second, listening, but Ethan distracts me.  He distracts me with his cock, because that's just the kind of bad boy he is.  He strokes himself faster, apparently taking extreme pleasure in my current predicament.  I can see his cock flexing and throbbing in his hands, almost as if it's twitching and trying to free itself from his grip.  It's like it has a mind of its own, and it wants to give me everything it has to offer.

I like when it does that, too.  I like when Ethan claims me, his cock deep inside me, and I can feel him tensing, his shaft trembling, the head of his cock growing a little bigger, a little more, until he fills me completely, jet after jet of his cum splashing inside me.

This kind of catches me off guard, the daydream and remembrance becoming so vivid along with the lovely sensation of my fingers dancing across my clit.  I find myself stroking faster and faster, wanting to cum with Ethan, wanting to feel my pussy clenching around his cock and squeezing every last drop of his orgasm into me.

I open my mouth, but no sounds come out.  Not yet, at least.  I'm about to cum... so very
very
close, and...

Ethan cums first, but I'm a very close second.  As soon as I see the first jet of whiteness jolt up and onto his deliciously sexy abs, I start to climax, too.  My body shakes, but I clench myself in place, my feet pressing hard against the opposite shower wall.  I feel like I'm about to break the wall down, that's how strong everything seems.  My body bucks, hips wriggling against the slick, wet tiles beneath me.  The shower becomes an afterthought, as does the other person in the restroom with me.

Um, this probably isn't a good thing?

I let out a lusty gasp, followed by a delighted moan.  Through half-lidded eyes, I gaze at Ethan as he keeps cumming.  It's one strong first jet, followed by another smaller one, then one more.  He keeps stroking himself, and soon his cum leaves a creamy trail along his shaft and over his fingers.  I kind of wish I could pick up my phone and lick the screen so I could lick it off for him and clean him up.

I catch myself in a sort of hazy daydream, my fingers coming to my lips, tongue lapping out and licking at the slickness of my own arousal.  I pretend it's Ethan's, though.  I pretend I just asked him if I could clean him up with my mouth, but in reality I'm trying to stoke some further flames, wanting to bring him to attention once more so that we can have more sexy fun.

This all comes to an abrupt end when the other person in the women's bathroom calls out.

"Are you masturbating in there?"

Oh my God, it's Jacky.  My roommate.  Um...

And I was making sex noises.  I guess technically they weren't sex noises, they were masturbation noises, but it's not like this is a lot better.  Ethan smirks at me, silently snickering.  I glare at him, then I give him a quick kiss goodbye, and hang up the phone.

I'm busy, Ethan!  I'll talk to you later!  I can't believe you convinced me to do this.  If my roommate didn't think I was a sex-crazed freak before this, I'm pretty sure she does now.

"I'm just showering!" I stammer, trying to stand up.

This really doesn't work.  My legs are shaky from my previous orgasm and I basically play the part of a newborn foal, stumbling on my feet and sliding back to the shower floor.  Ugh.  Really?

I do what I can to try and fix this situation before it gets weird or worse.  I guess it's already weird, though?  It's not going to get worse, I swear!  I peel the duct tape off the shower wall and hide my phone with my clothes so it won't get wet.  I mean, it's in a bag, but still.  I can't just leave it there.

"If that's the kind of shower you take, you really need to tell me your secret.  It sounded kind of orgasmic.  Like one of those shampoo commercials," Jacky says.

"It's my conditioner," I tell her, going with it.  "It's a special one."

This sounds dumb, even to me, but it's the first thing that came to my mind.  I had a reason for it, though.  You know how some people use homemade conditioner made from egg whites?  I was looking something up online once, for random curiosity reasons, and supposedly a man's semen has a similar nutritional value to egg whites.

And I just saw Ethan's cum, right?  Maybe it's literally orgasmic conditioner?  I kind of wonder if that would work?  I don't think I want to try it, to be honest.  I can think of much better things to do with Ethan's cum.  Except... I'd need a lot for conditioner, wouldn't I?  Which would mean I'd have the fun job of making him give me a lot.

Hmmm...

Maybe this isn't as bad an idea as I thought?  The "using it as conditioner" part is probably pretty bad, but I wouldn't mind seeing just how much I can make him cum sometime.

Everyone needs goals, right?

"Ashley?" Jacky asks.

"Oh, sorry.  What?  I... I couldn't hear you."  That's probably better than telling her what I was really thinking about.

"Can I borrow that conditioner sometime?  Kind of want to try it."

"Oh... sure?"

Ugh.  I have no idea how I'm getting out of this one now.

"Thanks!" Jacky says.  "You almost done in there?  I'm going back to the room.  See you soon, alright?"

"I'm almost done," I say.  I'm on my feet, at least.  I can actually finish my shower now.  "I'll see you there."

"'Kay," she says.  "Have a nice shower!"

I finish up quick, just doing the bare minimum to clean up.  I'm not sure how long I've been in here.  It can't have been too long, but it feels kind of weird now.  Orgasms are nice, but sometimes they're exhausting, and usually when I have orgasms in the shower, it's with Ethan so he can carry me out and lay me on the bed after, or it's by myself so I can just lay there and do nothing for awhile.  It's a nice way to relax.

It hasn't been by myself for awhile, though.  Actually, this is the first time since before summer vacation started.  I'm not even sure if this counts as being by myself, since Ethan was watching me.

The way he came, though...
wow
.  It's always so interesting to think about it.  I kind of like it best when he cums inside me, either, um... in my mouth or my pussy, but...

I like to see it, too.  It seems so strong and sexy, and watching his cum splashing up and out like that, seeing how much there is, how high it goes, all of the specifics, it just kind of makes it sexier when I feel him inside me, if that makes sense.

Yes, well, I'm aroused by the science and physics behind Ethan's orgasms.  What's wrong with that?  I think this is one of the hazards of being smart, maybe.  I don't really know.

As soon as I'm done my shower, my phone rings.  No one else is in the bathroom now, but I'm still in the shower, still naked.  Ugh.  You can't wait two minutes, Ethan?

I answer it and start to tease him about his impatience, but it's not Ethan.

"You really need to stop doing this," Jake says.  "First you send me naked selfies you meant for your brother, then you think I'm him when I call you?  Are you going to accidentally sleep with me next?  If it makes it easier for you, you can call me 'brother' while you ride my cock, you slut."

I stammer, startled.  I should have checked the phone.  I was just... I don't know.  I was trying to hurry, trying to dry off, and then this happened, it's Jake, and...

Ugh.

I'm not, though.  I'm not a slut.  I wouldn't do that.  I'm not doing anything wrong.  Ethan and I didn't do anything wrong.

If we're not doing anything wrong, why do I feel nervous about it?  Why do I think it's embarrassing?  Why haven't I told any of my friends back home, and why don't I want to tell anyone at school, either?

If it's not wrong, why am I doing my best to keep it a secret?

"Fuck you, Jake!" I scream into the phone, trembling.  "Don't you ever call me again!  Never!"

I hang up on him, hard, my finger practically piercing a hole through the plastic bag holding my phone.  My hand shakes as I reach over to slip my phone back in my shower essentials carrying case.

I dry off, put on my pajamas, and start to think about stepping out of the shower.

I don't actually step out of it, though.  I sit down on the little ledge, my body shaking.  I'm not scared, I tell myself.  I'm not sure if I'm scared.  I'm just... I'm angry.  I'm upset.  I don't like this.  I want to be with Ethan.  I want to go home.  I want to...

My mom is here still.  She's back in my room.  I can go to her right now.  I can give her a hug.  I wish I could give Ethan a hug, too, but I can't.  This is the best I can do right now.

Fully dressed now, I gather all my strength and stand solidly on my feet.  Reaching for my things, I pick them up and push the shower curtain aside, stepping out into the main part of the women's bathroom.

Slow and careful, I make my way to the door, then head down the halls back to my room.

It's fine.  Everything is fine.

I'm fine...

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T
he end of the first day is officially coming to an end, and tomorrow Ashley will be starting her classes again.  This is kind of going to be a rough one for her, huh?

Ethan still has a day off, and maybe he and Caleb can come up with a solution, though?  Or possibly Scarlet will help?  Hmmm...

This one was fun to write for a lot of reasons, and I really liked the dynamics!  It was interesting to go a little further into Ethan's perspective.  It's hard for Ashley because of things with Jake and him being a huge douche-weasel, but it's also hard for Ethan because he's got a reputation back at school and there's no one around to help set the girls straight except for him.  Is he going to cave from all of the pressure?

He used to be free to do whatever and whoever he wanted, but throughout the summer with Ashley he got to see how a different way of life could be.  It was definitely easier with her at his side all the time, though.  Now, um... we shall see how this goes...