Stepbrother With Benefits 18 (Third Season) (11 page)

"I like it," I say. "Makes sense. I'll have to read the poem again to see if it fits in, but I think it'll work."

"Speaking of, next week I'll be making an announcement that everyone needs to choose a poem or story to analyze for their final project due at the end of the semester. I have a list of stories and poems that everyone's allowed to choose from, but if you can make a special case for one that's not on the list, I'm willing to consider it. If you want to do your analysis on Emily Bronte's
Love and Friendship
, I think the class would find it... let's go with different and interesting. What do you think?"

"I can do that?"

"I'll allow it, as long as you pay attention in my class and leave the phone checking for after we're finished for the day," she says.

"Yeah, uh... sorry. My girlfriend was harassing me."

"It's fine. I understand how it can be sometimes. Let's try and keep it to a minimum in the future, though, alright?"

"Alright," I say. "And... uh... yeah, I'll do that analysis on the poem. Sounds cool. Thanks."

"You're welcome," she says. "Now, if I had to guess, your girlfriend is waiting for you, and this was your last class of the day, so..."

She doesn't have to tell me twice. I go back to get my bag, toss my notebook in it, and head out.

I guess school isn't so bad sometimes. I don't hate it. Not as much, at least.

"
S
ee
!" I say, pointing to the text. "Ethan says no, too."

Brittany reads it first, then Scarlet does. Ethan's answer is no, that they can't borrow Little Ethan. It's not just me who thinks this is a bad idea. I like how Ethan answered, too. He's mine! Ethan is, and Little Ethan is, and...

"Alright, but what if he makes more?" Brittany asks. "How did he make that one? If he makes another one, and gives it to me and Scarlet, what then?"

I don't know what to say to this.

"We can trade," Scarlet adds. "If it's not too expensive or whatever, I bet I can get Caleb to make one of his cock. I'll trade it to you for one of Ethan's."

"This isn't like baseball cards, you guys!" I say.

"Of course it's not," Brittany counters, affronted. "Dildos are nothing like baseball cards. They're a whole lot more interesting, for one."

"No. It's mine! I'm not going to change my mind."

"I didn't want to have to say this," Brittany says, preparing her
coup de grace
for this argument, "but why do you need two of Ethan's cock? You have his real one already, so you don't need a second one."

"That's not even true," I say, speaking before I have time to think. "There's more than two, um... holes... that sounds so weird. You know what I mean!"

"Whoa, Scarlet, I think we're on to something here," Brittany says, turning to confer with her.

"Are we talking about double penetration, or like... spit roast kind of thing, or what?" Scarlet asks.

"What's a spit roast?" I ask. "Like a Hawaiian luau or something?"

"Yeah, except you're the pig and you've got two cocks as the skewers."

"...You're both really weird," I say. I... I don't know what else to say. Really, spit roast? Wow.

I need to talk to Ethan about this. For Little Ethan, I mean. How would that work? I think we can figure it out.

"She's calling us weird, but she's the one with a replica of her boyfriend's cock in her bag," Brittany says to Scarlet.

"Did you bring it in your carry-on?" Scarlet asks me. "Through TSA and everything? Did you have to take it out? I know you have to take your laptop out of the case, so did they make you take the dildo out or what?"

I stare at her, trying not to laugh. "Scarlet, it's a dildo, not a computer."

"What if it turned on when you were on the plane, though?" Brittany asks. "Or what if they took you out of the TSA line and needed to inspect your bag as a random check and they found it?"

"You guys, this isn't a porno. You just go through the line, and they x-ray it or whatever."

"I just think you're brave, that's all," Brittany says, grinning. "I don't know if I could do it. I mean, I'd put it in my checked bag, for sure. Bringing it on the plane in a carry-on, though? No way!"

I think there's something else going on here. Once she's done saying how brave I am for... a dildo? Um, yes. Brittany nudges Scarlet and winks at her.

"Oh, yeah, brave as fuck," Scarlet says, nodding. "I'm impressed."

"Thanks?" I say. "I think?"

"You're welcome," Brittany says. "I'd like to try being as brave as you if I can. Since we're flying on a plane, um... soon, right? Since we're doing that, maybe you could let me borrow your dildo for the flight? I'll keep it safe, I promise."

"You both need boyfriends or something," I say. "We need to finish here, too! We need to pack! That selfie idea was the worst. I can't believe I let you convince me to do that. You're both a really bad influence."

"Says the girl dating Ethan," Scarlet mumbles.

Brittany sighs and shakes her head.

"Do we need anything else?" I ask. I'm going to change the subject. I will do it!

I appreciate them being silly about it, though. It's... I don't know. Obviously it was embarrassing at first when the dildo accidentally fell out of my bag. It's not like I parade my sex toys around or anything. I didn't even know if I'd use this one during my impromptu trip to visit Ethan, but I guess I felt weird just leaving it back in my dorm room, too.

I'm just glad they aren't judging me. Is that a weird thing for me to think? It's kind of like when I sent my naked selfie to Jake on accident, except in that case he used it to try and blackmail me. He tried to hurt me, and if I'm being honest he did hurt me. It's different from anything physical, but the flyers and the website and everything... yeah... it's a little hard to handle.

Brittany and Scarlet wouldn't do that. They aren't doing that. They aren't trying to make fun of me or hurt me. Yes, they're teasing me a little, and I guess maybe it's, um... I don't know what it is. I guess it's kind of flattering? In a weird way.

I have Ethan, and Little Ethan, and they don't. And they know that. And they're teasing me, but in a "pretending to be jealous" kind of way.

I don't know why but that makes me feel happy and proud. I feel good about my relationship with Ethan, and I like him a lot, but I still don't really know if anyone understands or accepts it. It's hard, you know? Yes, he's my stepbrother, and I can see how that may seem wrong to some people, but it's not wrong to me. I never want to think it's wrong, either, but it's hard when you have someone like Jake telling everyone how bad of a person you are, and showing everyone the supposedly awful things you do.

I don't think it's awful to send my boyfriend sexy pictures, but sometimes people are really judgmental. Sometimes the world is confusing. Sometimes people hate you just because they can, because you have something they'll never have, or they think that the thing that you love is wrong. They can't understand and they can't accept it, and they push their hatred onto you and try to hurt you. They...

I feel really foolish for coming to these conclusions after having a silly, sexual conversation with Brittany and Scarlet about a realistic replica of Ethan's cock, but there you go. I did it. Those are the conclusions I've come to.

I'm not wrong. Jake's just an asshole. My friends accept me, even the new ones I've just made.

I'm still not letting Brittany or Scarlet borrow Ethan 2.0, though. Not even with a condom! He's mine!

"Hey, you guys want to come with me to get DJ Scotch Tape and Ronald?" Scarlet asks.

Brittany jumps up, giddy. "Ooh, are they coming?"

"Who is DJ Scotch Tape?" I ask. "I guess I don't mind going to get them, but why is he named after tape?"

"DJ Duct Tape was taken," Scarlet answers, nodding.

"Oh."

Is this supposed to make sense?

S
o
... alright, what the fuck? I'm not trying to be an asshole here, but seriously, what the fuck?

I thought once I finished my classes for the day, I could go back to my dorm room, hang out with Ashley, and maybe screw around a little before we met up with everyone else and went to the airport. That was sort of the plan I had going on in my head.

I'm not even asking for a lot here, either. I'd be happy just cuddling with Ashley or whatever. I'm not exactly going to get upset if she just so happens to be inclined towards giving me a blowjob, though. I'd even be willing to help her out, equal exchange, whatever the fuck. Sex? Yeah, sure, that's cool, but I don't want to tire her out too much.

I wouldn't even be opposed to food. We could go get something to eat. Hang out in the cafeteria, talk about stuff, whatever. She's my girlfriend, so I feel like there's a lot of options that we should be able to take advantage of, right?

Uh... yeah, nah. That's not how this is going to go. Not even fucking close. What the fuck?

When I get back to my room, there's a whole lot of fucking loud noises going on. I'm used to loud noises. People hang out in the common rooms a lot, and those can get a little rowdy. If a guy has a girl over to his room, and she's known for being kind of vocal, uh... yeah, that can get loud. Or if you're just in your room with some friends, sometimes it gets loud. As long as it's not that late at night, no one even cares, so mostly it's cool.

Mostly
. I don't think it's cool right now. You want to know why? The loud noises are coming from my room and I haven't even opened the fucking door yet.

I do. I open the door. Right the fuck now. It's open, I'm stepping inside, and...

There's a million fucking people in my room. Holy fuck.

"Hey, uh, what the fuck?" I say. "Why's there a million fucking people in my room?"

"It's only seven people," Ashley tells me.

Why are you doing this to me, Princess? I thought you were on my side? Wow.

"It's a single room," I tell her, ignoring everyone else. They aren't important right now. "If there's more than two people in here, that's basically a million people."

"When we were doing our Bad Boy club meeting the other day, there was four of us," Caleb says. "There's only a few more now."

"Caleb," I say, pointing at him. "Get the fuck out of my room."

"Hey, fuck you," Scarlet says, jumping up to confront me, all five fucking feet of her or however the fuck tall she is. "Don't be an asshole to Caleb."

I check quick to see if I should be an asshole to Caleb. He's sitting in my desk chair, so that's fine. Ron and Jefferson are sitting on the floor. Scarlet's in my face, but she used to be sitting crosslegged on the bed with Ashley and Brittany. Alright, good. The check is done and Caleb has passed.

Just to make sure, though...

I ignore Scarlet who's trying to stand on her tiptoes so she's only ten inches shorter than me instead of a full foot and turn towards Caleb.

"Hey, did anyone try to sit on my bed?" I ask him.

"No, I told them they couldn't, like you said," he says.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brittany asks. "We were sitting on your bed."

"Not you.," I say. "You don't count. I meant these guys. You're good, Brittany. Don't even worry about it."

"Ethan has a thing about other guys sitting on his bed," Caleb tells her. "Only girls are allowed."

"That's sexist," Ashley says to me, all sassy as fuck. "Wow, Ethan."

I cross my arms over my chest and stare her down. "You better calm your ass down, Princess, before I kick everyone else out of my room and calm your ass for you."

"I don't get it," Ron says. "What's that mean? How do you calm someone's ass for them?"

"Why are you here?" I ask him. "Seriously, why's he here? I get why Caleb, Scarlet, and Brittany are here, but what's with these other guys? No offense or anything, but what the fuck is going on? Why are you all in my room?"

"They're coming with us," Scarlet says. "I need their help with art stuff. They were going to drive down with everyone else, but since you're friends with them now I thought it'd be easier if they came on the plane with us."

"Whoa, friends? What the fuck! That's a huge commitment. I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"I just ordered a couple pizzas for everyone, though," Jefferson says.

"Alright, you're in," I tell him. "We can be friends."

"Ethan, can you please sit down?" Ashley asks me. "We're trying to have a meeting. You're interrupting it."

"Princess, this is my fucking room. I can't interrupt anything in here. It's impossible. I'm like the entire board of directors for this place."

I still believe this. I'm always going to believe it. It's my room, and you can't interrupt stuff that's happening in your own room. It's just that when she starts looking at me with those adorable fucking doe eyes, I kind of lose the ability to resist. You have to pick your battles or whatever the fuck, and this is not a battle I'm willing to fight at the moment, because... yeah... that fucking look, man. I'm done.

I go to sit down next to her. Brittany scoots away from us, taking up one half of my bed, while Ashley and I take up the other. There's plenty of room for Scarlet if she wants to sit here with us, I guess, but she decides Caleb's lap is a great place to hang out. Caleb just kind of stares into space for a second, confused as fuck.

Then, fuck, out of nowhere, he puts his hand on Scarlet's hip like a boss. Pulls her further into his lap and everything. Who the fuck is this guy and what has he done with Caleb?

"Are you guys going to have sex right now or what?" I ask them. "Please don't do that shit in my room."

"Shut up," Scarlet says. "We're practicing for the movie."

"Are we being open about this movie now or what? Who here knows?"

Everyone raises their hand, except Brittany. She looks at everyone in turn and pouts.

"What movie?" she asks. "I want to be in a movie..."

"Scarlet won't even let me be in the movie and she said there's no babysitters, so I don't know what the fuck is going on," I say.

"Fuck you, Ethan," Scarlet says before turning to Brittany. "It's for my final art project. I'm going to create a controversial yet classic video about relationships."

"Basically it's a sex tape," I add.

"It's art, Ethan! It's erotic fucking art! Go fuck yourself."

And then, uh... yeah, fuck if I know what's going on, but Brittany says, "Ooh, can I do the makeup for your video, Scarlet?"

"Yes," Scarlet says. "That'd be awesome."

I stare at Brittany, dumbfounded. After just hearing that Scarlet's going to make a sex tape, Brittany asks if she can do the makeup for it? Who the fuck does that? Seriously, who the fuck?

Brittany does, I guess, but that's beside the point.

"What?" Brittany asks, making a face at me. Wrinkles her nose and everything.

"Nevermind," I say. "Never-fucking-mind. Let's just... let's just fucking have this meeting or whatever the fuck you were all doing. I need to pack, though. Is everyone packed? If you're not packed, you should go fucking pack a bag, because I don't want to wait for your ass."

"You're the only one who isn't packed yet," Caleb tells me.

He says it pretty nicely and straightforward, but for some reason I feel like he's being a smug asshole right now. It's probably because Scarlet's still sitting in his lap and giving me dirty looks.

"Well, fuck," I say.

"I didn't know what clothes you wanted," Ashley says. "I packed as much of the rest of your stuff that I could, though."

"You know what? You're the fucking best, Princess. I really appreciate it."

She smiles and blushes. Actually, fuck it. You know what? Yeah, I'm going for it. I lift up her legs, throw them over mine so she's partly sitting in my lap, then I pull her the rest of the way. This is mostly so I can kiss the fuck out of her, which I do. She hesitates for a second, caught off guard, but then she kisses me back. She even shifts over, one leg on either side of me, now straddling me and sitting in my lap instead of sitting sideways.

I grab her ass and pull her close to me. I don't want to get too crazy here, but I just want her to know what she does to me. Mostly, uh... yeah, when she moves forward, she inadvertently grinds against me, and my cock gladly grinds back against her. It's fucking subtle. I'm not about to dry hump my girlfriend in a room with a bunch of other people. I just want to kiss the fuck out of her for a second.

We do. We kiss. It's good. It's a little restrained, but still perfect as fuck. Ashley wraps her arms around the back of my neck and clings to me. Even after we stop kissing, she keeps holding me, still sitting in my lap.

"Get a fucking room, you two," Scarlet says, cheeky as fuck.

"This is
my
fucking room, Scarlet," I remind her.

"Uh huh, it's true," Ashley says, peeking over her shoulder and nodding at Scarlet. She sticks her tongue out, too.

Good job, Princess. You're back on my team.

I love the fuck out of this girl.