Stepbrother With Benefits 15 (Third Season) (6 page)

I smile, genuine.  "Thanks.  I like you, too.  I really appreciate it.  Hopefully everyone forgets about the pictures soon.  It's not like it's something I make a habit of doing.  I didn't even mean to send them to Jake."

"Yeah, well, he's a jerk.  Don't worry about it."

This is nice.  It's nice to be accepted.  It's nice to make a new friend, especially when she's going to be my roommate at school.  It's nice to talk to people about these things.  It's nice to be open and understanding, and have someone else who will be open with you, too.  I guess my mom's slumber party icebreaker truth game or whatever you want to call it wasn't so bad afterall.

"We still need to look on Pinterest for those nail polish patterns," my mom reminds us.  "Should we do that now?  Start the night out with some fun?  Oh, and storytelling!  We can tell each other what we did this summer.  Or who our first kiss was.  Oh!  Or..."

I think my mom's getting a little carried away here, but it makes me laugh.  Jacky comes over to my bed and stands by the side while I bring up Pinterest and start searching through nail polish designs.  We each pick one we like, and then sit in a circle on the floor and figure out how we're going to do this.

It's a lot of fun.  I know maybe this is strange, or childish, or whatever, but who cares?  It's like the sexual fantasies thing my mom was talking about before.  Everyone is allowed to enjoy the things they like, and they shouldn't be judged for it.

Thank you for being there for me, Mom.  I love you.

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M
an... fuck this website.  What the fuck is wrong with some people?

Don't get me wrong, I'm all about naked women.  I'm a pretty big fan, actually.  Especially Ashley, and considering it's her naked selfie front and center, there's definitely a part of me that appreciates what's there.

It's aesthetics or whatever the fuck.  Like I said before, I kind of go a little crazy when I see Ashley naked, and this picture is sexy as fuck.  Why didn't she ever send me this?  I get that she sent it to that asshole douche-weasel of an ex-boyfriend on accident, but, for real, I need more of this.

I have that one she sent me earlier, so I guess it's cool.  I sort of want to start an entire collection now.  Like that scrapbooking thing Ashley's mom is into, but I'll fill my fucking scrapbook entirely with naked pictures of Ashley.  Private, for my eyes only, get the fuck out of here.

Yeah, so that's where I'm at.  I'm sitting at my desk, using my laptop to check out the shitty website Ashley's ex-boyfriend made to try and slut shame her.  Oh, and Caleb's here.

Don't get any weird ideas, though.  He's not looking.  Caleb's sitting on my bed, staring out the window.  I glance over to make sure he's still keeping his eyes averted, and, yeah, he is.  Out of the corner of his eye, he must see me looking at him, and he kind of tilts his head a little.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" I ask him.

"Ethan, this is stupid," he says.  "It's like I'm being punished and told to stand in the corner.  Can we just be adults here.  I'm not going to stare.  I was going to try and help you out, remember?  Kind of hard to do it like this."

"Caleb, this is my girlfriend," I tell him.  "She's my stepsister, too.  It's extra bad, alright?  You don't let other guys look at naked pictures of your girlfriend, and I'm pretty fucking sure you don't let them look at naked pictures of your sister, either.  Yeah, yeah, stepsister, whatever, but in this case I'm going to say it's practically the same thing.  I don't want you seeing her naked."

"It's not like I want to see her naked," Caleb says.  Complain complain, whine whine whine.

"Hold up," I say.  I kind of just want to fuck with him right now.  "Are you trying to say Ashley's ugly?  Too unattractive for you?  You don't even want to see her naked, that's how bad she is?  Fuck, man..."

"I didn't say that!" he squeaks, turning to face me.  "Of course she's attractive.  Ethan... she's pretty hot, uh... I mean, you know that, and you're dating her.  I'm not... I didn't mean that!  I didn't mean it like that, I mean.  I don't know what I mean."

I slam the laptop screen down, hiding Ashley's perfect as fuck body from his view.  Mine!

"See?" I say to him.  "Exactly my point.  You're going to get bad ideas, Caleb.  You're going to go back to your room and do shit I don't even want to fucking think about you doing."

"You do realize I have my own laptop?" Caleb says.  "I can go back to my room and do that already, no matter what."

Fuck.  "Alright, look, I'll make a deal with you," I say.

"I'm glad you're being reasonable now," Caleb says.

"Go to your room.  It's right down the hall, right?  How the fuck did that work out.  Are you stalking me?"

"What?  Of course I'm not stalking you.  They randomly assigned the rooms."

"Whatever," I say with a shrug.  "So, yeah, go to your room, get your laptop, and bring it to me.  I'll keep it here until the website is gone.  Actually, now that I think about it, I'm going to need your phone, too.  And you can't use the library computers, either."

"You can't be serious," Caleb says, staring at me with this perplexed as fuck look in his eyes.

"I kind of want to be deadly fucking serious right now, Caleb.  I need this website down.  It should have never gone up.  How did this even happen?"

"Well, Ethan," Caleb says, like a smart-ass.  "It's called the internet.  It's created by a series of wires and tubes, and people can use it to post information, images, and movies online so that others can view them.  It's actually pretty revolutionary, and there's never been anything like it before.  It's existed for awhile now.  Longer than either of us have been alive, actually.  Crazy, huh?"

"Thanks, asshole."

"Honestly it's just probably something to do with the host he's using.  They probably don't have rules against pornography."

"Holy fuck, are you serious?  This is Ashley we're talking about, Caleb.  This isn't pornography."

Seriously, though, holy fuck.  Pornography?  Ashley?  Yeah, My Little Perfect Princess can get a little freaky and kinky sometimes, but...

No pornography.  That's a hard limit for me.  Wait, what if I'm her co-star?  I mean, I'm kind of her co-star right now, right?  How much money can we make from that?  Why am I even thinking this?  We don't even need money.  It's just kind of an interesting idea, you know?

It's not like I ever put a lot of thought into it, but how awesome would it be to be able to say I'm dating a porn star?  This needs some more thought, though.  I can't just rush into this.  This is definitely something I need to think through.

If we ever did that, it'd just be me.  No porn with anyone else.  What about lesbian porn?  Ugh.  Fuck.  This is complicated.  I'd need to talk about it with Ashley.

And... fuck, if we made a porno, that sort of means that it'd be available for others to see, right?  What if it's blurred out?  Faces or what?  I don't know if I like that, because this stupid fucking website shows everything but Ashley's face, and I'm still kind of pissed about what it's showing, so how would I feel if we starred in some porn where they blurred our faces but everyone can still see her perfect as fuck body.

What if we get bad reviews, too?  I doubt it'd be a lot, because, yeah, pretty fucking sure we have amazing sex and it'd be the best, but there's always that one asshole who just likes to tear everyone down for stupid shit.  That'd piss me off so fucking bad, you don't even know.

"Ethan?  Were you even listening to me?"

"Yeah," I say.

"What do you want to do then?" he asks.

"Alright, look, I wasn't actually listening," I say.  "Sorry?"

Caleb sighs.  "The website is hosted by someone.  Probably someone with looser restrictions.  There's plenty of those, since porn websites need hosting servers, too, you know?  If you find out who hosts the website, we can file a complaint with them and get the site taken down."

"Sounds good," I say.  "Let's do that."

"I need to see the site, though," Caleb says.

"What the fuck, why?"

"How else am I going to find out anything about it?" he asks, exasperated.

Look, don't you get all fucking exasperated with me, Caleb.  Only Ashley is allowed to do that, and even then I prefer to think of it as being sassy, because that's kind of sexy.  Exasperated?  Yeah, not even remotely attractive?  Sassy?  Fuck yes, give me more, Princess.

Caleb's kind of weird, but he's never going to be anyone's princess.  Unless Scarlet's into that kind of thing.  Whatever, I won't judge.

They're not even fucking dating how.  How weird is that?  Grow a pair, Caleb.  Ask Scarlet out and stop trying to stare at naked pictures of my girlfriend on the internet.

I probably won't say that to him right now, though.  Later.  Once this website business is dealt with.  Yeah, that's it.

"Fine," I say.  "Just... uh... fuck, man, turn around for a second, alright?"

"I guess?" Caleb says, turning around, his back to me.

I open my laptop again and try to figure this out.  If I just... right there... and...

"Alright, you can look," I say.

Caleb turns back around and leans down to investigate.

"Uh..." he says, giving me a look.

"What?" I ask him, snappy.

"I can't really see anything," he says.  "Your hand is in the way."

"You're damn fucking straight my hand is in the way," I say.  "I'm covering the important parts.  I'm protecting Ashley's purity or something."

Yeah, so, my hand is up against the laptop screen, fingers spread out, attempting to hide everything important.  This is difficult for me, because there's just so many sexy things about Ashley.

Of course I go for the basics.  Her breasts are hidden beneath the heel of my hand, and nipples along with them.  My fingers are spread so that her pussy is basically covered beneath the V of my middle finger and ring finger.  Her legs are sexy as fuck, too, and I need to try and cover those, but in the picture her knees are up off the bed, with her feet tucked close to her ass, so this is kind of hard.

I curl my fingers a little to try and cover her thighs, but in doing so I give away the barest peek at her pussy.  Fuck.  I move my fingers back.  What about her neck, too?  Necks can be sexy as fuck sometimes, also.  You just want to fucking... suck on them.  Kiss the fuck out of them.  Feel her moan vibrate in her throat while you're kissing her there?  I love that.

Also, sideboob.  While Ashley's breasts aren't exactly enormous, the picture is kind of big, so there's some obvious sideboob issues going on here.  This picture takes up most of the fucking screen, so...

I try to shift my hand this way and that, and it's just a huge fucking mess and I'm angry as fuck right now.

"Fuck you, Caleb," I say.

"What?" he asks, confused.  "What did I even do!"

"Nothing.  Fuck off.  What do I do now?  What do you need to find?"

"It's kind of hard to see anything with your hand in the way."

"Just tell me," I say.

"Uh... scroll down, I guess?" he says.

"You guess?  I need you to have a little more faith in yourself than that."

"Yeah, well... the bottom.  There should be a little more information in the footer of the webpage.  It might help."

It might help?
 
Might
, as in
maybe
, or
maybe not
.  Why the fuck did I agree to this again?

I start to scroll down, but I realize the error of my ways shortly after.  My hand was covering the picture as it was, but scrolling down opens it up completely, and now my hand isn't covering anything except the bottom of my bed in Ashley's picture.

Pretty fucking sure no one cares about the bottom of a bed, though.  The bottom of a bed isn't sexy.

Yeah, and, so, Caleb gets an eyeful.  Fucking A...

"Holy fuck," he says, completely un-Caleb-like.  Who is he learning this shit from?  "Is that really Ashley?  She's hot..."

"Yeah, thanks," I say.  "Shut the fuck up."

I keep scrolling down, and eventually Ashley's picture isn't even on the screen anymore.  Why didn't we start like this?  I blame Caleb.  Next up is the image of the text message she sent, which, uh... yeah, who the fuck cares if Caleb sees that?  Have fun with it, kid.

"Huh," he says after reading the screenshot of Ashley's text.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"That's kind of weird, isn't it?" he asks.  "She wants to suck her brother's cock?"

"Me," I say.  "She wants to suck my cock.  I'm her stepbrother, remember?"

"I know, but just the way she said it..."

"Are you a virgin, Caleb?" I ask.

I'm not trying to be an asshole here, but this is important.

"What!" he says.  "No?"

"Is that an answer or what?  Yes or no?"

"No," he says.  "I'm not.  I..."

"Look, I don't need the specifics.  I just wanted to know," I say.  "Sometimes if you're having sex, you just want to say some stuff, and it's exciting at the time.  You don't always want to actually do it, alright?  For example, here's some protips for you, free of charge: if a girl tells you to spank her, you should do it, but if she says to do it harder after, you need to think real fucking hard how hard she means, because it might seem exciting at the time, and she might want a little pain with her pleasure, right?  I can guaran-fucking-tee you that if you spank her too hard, not only will she stop having sex with you immediately, she's probably not going to want to have sex with you again."

"What if she's a masochist?" Caleb asks.  "Maybe she's into that kind of thing.  You never know, Ethan."

"Get the fuck out of my room.  What are you, a psychologist?"

"I'm majoring in Hospitality, but I really don't think a psychologist would be dealing with a consensual BDSM relationship like that.  There's just no reason to go to one if that's the case."

Is he serious?  I stare at him, trying to figure this out, and... I still have no fucking clue.

I mean, maybe he's right.  Some girls are into that kind of thing, I'm sure.  Who am I to judge?