Stepbrother With Benefits 18 (Third Season) (15 page)

F
uck this
. Girls only meeting? What the fuck bullshit is that? It's a whole lot of fucking bullshit, that's what it is. I'm stuck out here with these guys, watching TV, eating some fucking... pretzels. There's this beer cheese dip, too. Which isn't even alcoholic, so don't even ask. It's for pretzels. You dip the fucking pretzel in the cheese that's made with some sort of beer or whatever the fuck, and... yeah...

The problem is there's nothing on TV. It's not a regular TV. It's all pre-recorded. There's no football game. No sports at all. I'd watch tennis right now. I think tennis is boring as fuck, but I'd watch it.

But, nah, you know what we're watching instead?

"Do we seriously have to watch this?" I ask.

"It's the only thing on," Caleb reminds me.

"It's not that bad," Ron says. "I like this movie."

Jefferson is too distracted by Elsa the fucking... Ice Queen or whatever the fuck. She's building her goddamn palace and singing about it. It's not even that I hate
Frozen
, because I guess it's a cool movie, no pun intended, but the last thing I want to do is watch it with a bunch of guys while eating pretzels. Not cool.

"So, hey, Ethan?" Jefferson says once Elsa's done changing her dress into ice.

Please someone tell me how the fuck that even works? You can't just change your dress into ice. Or maybe it's not ice, and she just changes the color. Either way, that's bullshit. She has fucking ice magic, not dress magic. This is completely ruining the movie for me.

"Yeah, what's up?" I say.

"How would I go about making a dildo copy of my penis?" he asks. "Uh, you know... just in case I needed to."

I stare at him, unblinking. Is he being serious right now? I think so. I think--

Ron interrupts my thoughts. "I'd like to know, too," he says. "Just in case, uh..."

"Let's hold the fuck up for a second," I say. "First, no. I'm not having this conversation while we're watching
Frozen
. No fucking way."

Caleb betrays me by hitting the power button on the remote and turning off the TV. You too, Caleb? Why the fuck did I let him hold the remote in the first place?

"I fucking hate all of you," I tell them. "Fuck you guys."

"It just seems like a good present, you know?" Jefferson says.

"Wait. No. It's not. Who the fuck are you going to give a realistic dildo replica of your cock to? Seriously, who the fuck?"

"Uh..."

"I could give mine to Scarlet, I guess?" Caleb says with a shrug.

"You're not even dating her," I tell him. "You're just pretend dating her. Do you know how fucking stupid that is, Caleb?"

"I'm going to ask her on a real date!" he protests. "I'm just... I'm working on it. I'm trying to build up to it."

"You're making a sex tape with her, dude. She's already agreed to fuck you before you even ask her out. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"I guess... maybe if I gave her a realistic dildo version of my cock she'd say yes easier?"

"Maybe I could give mine to Brittany," Ron says. "She's hot and she seems really nice. I've never talked with her before, and she's a cheerleader, so I guess I thought she'd be snobby, but she seems really nice."

"You're not giving anything to Brittany," I tell him, chomping hard on a pretzel. "If you even fucking try to give Brittany a fake cock, or a real cock, or anything that has any fucking resemblance to a cock, I'll destroy you, kid. I'll take whatever it is and I'll shove it up your ass. Not in a nice way, either. I know some guys are into that, but you won't be into this."

"You don't have to be such a dick," Caleb says to me.

Yeah, well, fuck off, Caleb. Isn't that what this is all about? Dick. Mine. A dildo copy of it. Fuck.

"Can I just ask one more question?" Jefferson asks.

"Is it worth dying for?" I ask him.

"I just want to know how realistic it is?" he asks. "There's veins and stuff? Does it have balls, too, or are those not included?"

"I'm going to kill you," I tell him. "You realize we're in a plane? You're going to have a lot of time to regret everything on your way down to the ground after I throw you out the door."

"Actually, the cabin is pressurized, which makes it impossible to open the exit doors while we're in the air," Ron points out.

"You just have to fucking ruin everything, don't you?" I say. "Thanks a fucking lot, dude."

"Alright, how about this?" Caleb asks. "When would you say is a good time to give a girl a present like a realistic dildo shaped like your penis? You know how there's standards for anniversaries and stuff? The first year is paper. Like that?"

"Wait, uh... what? So on your first anniversary you just give a girl a piece of paper? What the fuck?"

I feel like we've had this conversation before...

"I guess you could, but I think a picture would work, too," Caleb says. "Maybe money or a book or something? I don't know. I haven't had a first anniversary. Oh! Or--"

"Love poem," I say, remembering. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Uh, so... I think giving a girl a sex toy... uh... fuck. I don't know? You'll know it when it happens. It's like telling a girl you love her. You'll just know, and then you'll say it, and hopefully it works out well in the end. Do you know how fucking nerve-wracking that shit is?"

"What if she says it first?" Ron asks.

"That's even worse," I say. "If she says it first and you feel that way, too, then cool, but I've had girls tell me they love me after two fucking weeks or something, and it's like, what, no. Stop it. I think you're cool, girl, but this is just casual."

"Why didn't we talk about this at the last Bad Boy club meeting?" Jefferson asks, enthralled. "This is interesting!"

He's even leaning forward, eyes wide, all fucking ears. This kid. Seriously, what the fuck?

"You guys don't even have girlfriends," I say. I shut Caleb down before he can continue. "No real girlfriends. Pretend girlfriends don't count. Pretend girlfriends are like not having a girlfriend twice. You get negative points for that. There's no point in telling a girl you love them unless you're dating, so you have to work on that first. The basics, yo. Take one step at a time."

"Is there a guide?" Ron asks. "Like, alright, say you want to work up to giving a girl a dildo shaped like your penis. What's the first step?"

"Can you guys please stop with the cocks?" I ask. "You need to give a girl your real cock before you give her a fake cock. It's a lot more exciting for everyone involved, or at least it's more exciting for you."

"Maybe we can work backwards?" Caleb says, excited. "Oh, yeah! If we figure out how to reverse-engineer it, we can figure out how to start, and it'll be the perfect dating guide!"

"No. Fuck you, Caleb. You start at the beginning and you go from there. You want to know why? I'll tell you why. It's not that fucking easy, alright? Sometimes you have to make shit up as you go. Or sometimes it doesn't go the way you think it will. It's different all the fucking time. Girls are fucking crazy."

I turn around to make sure none of the girls are coming over here, because, uh... I love you, Princess, but sometimes you're crazy. I don't care if Scarlet and Brittany know I think they're crazy, though. I'll tell Ashley she's crazy, but preferably while we're doing some kinky fuckery or something. There's a time and a place for everything, and that's the time to tell a girl she's crazy. It's kind of like a compliment then, right?

"Alright, uh... let me give you an example," I say. They nod, listening intently. "When I first started dating Ashley, I didn't even know we were going to be dating. It was just supposed to be casual. I've done that with a lot of girls. Sometimes it helps them, right? I know that sounds stupid, but hear me out. If a girl gets out of a relationship and she's having a rough time, sometimes she just wants to be with some guy to make herself feel better, and a lot of guys are dicks and will take advantage of that. I'm not going to say I'm some super benevolent awesome person, but I try to be nice, lay everything out upfront, and I would tell them it's just a casual thing and we're going to have some fun."

"Didn't always work, but whatever," I add. "Sometimes they fell for me, and, uh... yeah, you feel like a dick having to break it off after that, but I wanted these girls to find someone better. That's how I went into it with Ashley, or that's what I tried to tell myself. Except then she's all like... fucking... ordering a rootbeer float with two straws? Romantic or something? Wants me to go on a date with her to the drive-in movie theatre? Yeah, we fooled around in the car at the drive-in, but still."

"Do you get what I'm saying?" I ask, finishing up this speech or whatever the fuck I'm doing right now. Fuck if I know. "You can have plans and try to follow them, but sometimes you have to respond to a situation instead of plan for it. Being reactive instead of proactive, right? You can't just follow some script and expect everything to work. You've got to improvise every now and then. To be completely honest with you, once you're in a relationship, it's basically all improv. It gets easier, though. Yeah, sure, you plan out some stuff, like being romantic as fuck, going on dates, or whatever, but girls don't fall in love with plans, they fall in love with you."

Yeah, so that's it. I don't know if I've ever thought about this before. I mean, yeah, I've
thought
about it, but I've never figured out a way to say it. I never knew how to describe it. It makes more sense now that I have, though. I kind of feel like everything makes a lot more sense now and I actually know what the fuck I'm doing.

I wish I could say I understand everything. Oh, yeah, relationships? I'm fucking amazing at them. Yeah, uh... except I'm not? I'm pretty fucking cocky about a lot of stuff. I will trashtalk about football or weightlifting or a bunch of other shit. Dating, though? Dating Ashley?

I'm just kind of hoping for the best here. I want to be a good boyfriend, but I've never done it before. I need to--

"I love you, Ethan," Ashley says. She's behind me, smiling, eyes watery and soft.

I smile back at her. It's impossible not to. She's just so fucking beautiful all the time.

"Um... are we interrupting?" she asks. "Are you having a Bad Boy club meeting right now?"

No, we're not. I don't fucking care if they want to have one, or to keep having one. We're done. I decide to be slightly more polite than that, though.

"Are we done?" I ask them. "Do you understand what I'm saying? You can't just... you just fucking can't. You know what I mean."

Thankfully they don't press it. Mostly I'm real fucking worried about them talking about my realistic dildo again. I think Brittany's presence put a stop to that, though. Sometimes she's shock and awe personified. To other guys. Not me. I have Ashley.

It doesn't hurt that Brittany's being all flirty and weird right now. She does that a lot.

"Come here," I say to Ashley, patting my lap. She hurries over and sits. "We were just watching a movie."

Everyone else sits, too. Scarlet sits next to Caleb. Brittany sits by herself. We're all just sitting the fuck down right now. Caleb turns the TV back on, and the movie picks back up, and...

I completely fucking forget we were watching
Frozen
. Fucking A, man...

"Why the fuck are you guys watching Frozen?" Scarlet asks me.

"Fuck you, Scarlet. Go eat a fucking pretzel."

T
here's
something oddly mesmerizing about watching Scarlet watch a Disney movie. She's sitting in her chair, knees pulled up to her chest, intensely staring at the TV screen, completely captivated. Her eyes dart back and forth, following the action. Lips parted slightly, she breathes softly until...

She gasps, her eyes growing wide, pupils dilating as something extraordinary happens. It's like she's never seen this movie before, but I'm pretty sure she has. She mentioned to me once over summer vacation that she wanted to get a "bad girl" variant of an Elsa tattoo added into her Disney Princess tattoo sleeve.

Scarlet's a little, um... different? I don't know if I'd go so far as to call her crazy like Ethan does, but she's certainly got her moments. I kind of like that she's so unapologetic about the things she likes, though. Yes, she's a little rough around the edges, just like Ethan can be, but the fact that she's completely enthralled by Disney movies is really cute. I just kind of want to hug her.

It's hard to stay angry at her. I guess I probably shouldn't forgive her so easily for what sort of almost, but didn't, happen between her and Ethan. I don't know. I want to forgive her. I want to accept her when she says it was an accident, that she's been confused about things, that it has to do with Caleb and her art project, and...

Speaking of, as if watching Scarlet wasn't mesmerizing enough, watching Caleb watch Scarlet is almost as exciting. He's watching the movie, too, but I can see him glancing her way. I see his eyes staring into hers when she doesn't notice. He flicks them lower, gazing at her parted lips. He's sitting right next to her, too. I wonder if he wants to kiss her? I think he could. Maybe not right now, because Scarlet's a little too into the movie at the moment, but I bet once it's over...

I think Caleb is very nice, too. I think they're both nice. I hope something good comes from this ex tape idea of Scarlet's. I really hope it doesn't ruin anything between them.

The movie's almost over now, and I need to go to the bathroom. I've seen it before, so I'm not too worried about missing the ending. I whisper to Ethan, letting him know where I'm going, and then I sneak away. I hurry past the TV screen so I don't block anyone's view for too long. Mostly just Scarlet's, I guess. The others are watching it, somewhat, but Ron and Jefferson keep talking to each other, and Brittany skips between the movie, looking out the window, and reading a magazine she brought with her.

I make my way through the plane to the back where the bathroom is. Ethan kind of skipped that one on his tour earlier, but it's not exactly hard to find. A bathroom is a bathroom. I don't think anything all that exciting is ever going to happen in there. To be fair, this bathroom is a little bigger than most airplane bathrooms I've seen. I'm not exactly a connoisseur of bathrooms in airplanes, but I feel like I know a thing or two about them.

They're cramped. They seem to run out of toilet paper a lot. If they do have toilet paper, it's always the single ply one, which is basically the worst! I know it's cheaper, but I always end up using two or three times more toilet paper if it's single ply, which kind of defeats the point, don't you think?

I don't like the sinks, either. The water pressure is usually really bad, and it's neither hot nor cold, it's just kind of um... lukewarm and stale? I don't know how water can be stale, but it feels stale to me. I'm complaining a lot about bathrooms right now, but I think they're kind of important.

All things considered, this one isn't the worst. I do my thing, wash my hands, use some hand sanitizer just in case, and...

I open the door to rejoin Ethan and our friends, except I'm suddenly kidnapped. Out of all the places I could ever be kidnapped, I really never expected it to happen on a plane. A hand covers my mouth so I don't scream, and an arm wraps around my waist and pulls me into the room next to the bathroom.

Which is the bedroom, by the way. Just wanted to clarify that one so we're clear on what's going on. I think you probably have a pretty good idea about who kidnapped me, too. Yup...

He closes the door behind us, then twists the lock. I stare at him, hands on my hips, and puff air out of my nostrils, huffy.

"You kidnapped me," I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Yeah, well, we're landing soon," Ethan says, grinning. "I haven't been alone with you since this morning, Princess. Give me a break."

"So you think you can just kidnap me whenever you want?" I ask him, trying not to smile. "What if I want to see the end of the movie?"

"I'll tell you how it ends," he says, stepping past me towards the chairs. "They all live happily ever after."

"Wow, spoilers or what?" I say, giggling. I really don't mean to giggle, but it just kind of comes out.

Ethan presses some buttons on the chairs, leaning them back. A few more button presses later, and he has them all lined up, laying down, formed into a cozy looking bed. He gives me one last, grinning look, before grabbing me by the hips and pulling me onto the bed. We fall, bouncing on our makeshift mattress. Ethan holds me tight from behind, spooning with me. I press my palms against the back of his hands and squeeze.

"What do you think of the view?" he asks me, whispering into my ear.

I look out the windows in front of us. It's different from a regular plane, because I can see out both of them without there being a seat in between. They aren't much bigger than any other airplane, but I feel like I can see more now. We soar past large, lazily drifting clouds. The sun's behind us right now, so everything in front of us is clear and bright. The colors of daylight mix together with the wispy white of the clouds and the pristine blue of the sky.

"It's beautiful," I say to him, softly. "I don't think you brought me back here so you could show me the view, though..."

Ethan doesn't say anything at first. After a few long seconds, he kisses my neck, slow and deliberate. I shiver at his touch. After he pulls his lips away, he says, "Oh yeah? What do you think I brought you back here for?"

"Hm... I don't know, what?" I ask, teasing him, playing coy.

"Nah, it's not like that," he says. "I just wanted a little alone time with you, Princess. I don't even care if we just lay here and look at the clouds."

"I do like the clouds," I tell him. "They're cute."

"Cute?" he asks, laughing. "Not sure I see it."

"Mhm. Super cute! Look at that one?" I point to one in front of us.

"Looks like a cloud," Ethan says. "I mean, yeah, it's a pretty nice cloud. Doesn't look rainy as fuck or anything, so it's got that going for it."

"It's definitely cloudy as fuck," I say, nodding, trying not to laugh.

"Whoa there, Princess," Ethan says, smirking, his lips pressed against my neck. I can feel them curl up as he kisses me.

"It looks like something, though..." I say, as if I'm trying to remember.

"Oh yeah?" he asks.

"Hmm... definitely does... oh! I know! It reminds me of--" I twist in his arms, turning around so I'm facing him. I press my hand on his chest, then move it a little lower, lower still, until...

"It reminds me of your cock," I say, squeezing the real thing.

Ethan pushes his hips forward, meeting my hand. "Yeah, you think so?" he asks. "Not sure I see the similarities, Princess."

"Here, I'll show you," I tell him.

Quick, I push on his shoulder. He rolls onto his back for me. I move up onto my knees and unbutton his pants, then unzip them and tug on the waistband. Ethan lifts up his hips to help me. I pull them down to his knees, and then I lower his underwear a little, too. Just enough. Um... I'm just showing him the similarities, right? Yup, that's it!

"The first part of the cloud is kind of soft and fluffy, right?" I ask him.

"Sure," he says. "Not sure I can relate to that right now, but sure."

Yes, well, don't go getting an ego, Ethan Colton! He's, um... he's anything but soft right now, but I'm going to do this no matter what. I didn't actually think this cloud comparison thing through beforehand, though. Whoops.

I wrap my fingers around his erection and stroke him softly. My other hand goes to his balls, playing with them.

"The soft and fluffy part is like these," I say, teasing his balls with my fingers. I roll one in my hand, letting it rest in my palm, and then I toy with the other one, back and forth, soft and fluffy.

"Huh," he says, looking at me through half-closed eyes. "I think I could get used to this soft and fluffy thing. I'm coming around to your point of view, Princess. Tell me more about this cloud."

"It's... um... it's soft and fluffy at first, but you can see the rain building up," I tell him. "It's a big cloud, so it's going to have a lot of rain. Oh, and lightning. It might have lightning, so..."

I stroke him faster. That's kind of like lightning? Maybe sort of, except I'm having a hard time convincing myself of that one. It doesn't help that I know full well not every cloud is going to cause lightning! Ethan seems willing to suspend his disbelief for the time being, though.

"Oh, fuck," he says, grunting. "What are you trying to do to me, Princess? Make it rain or bring on the lightning?"

I laugh, giddy. Meteorology and sex, who knew they could go together so well?

"What do you want?" I ask him.

He moves his hands to mine and makes me slow down. I pout at him and whimper a little, but do as he asks. I stroke him slowly, gently massaging his balls in my other hand.

"Well, I've been thinking about this cloud thing," Ethan says. "I don't think I see it. Nah, that's not true. I can definitely see what you're seeing, but I think I see something else, too."

"What's that?" I ask him.

He kicks off his shoes, letting them fall to the floor. Reaching down, he pulls his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. I watch him while I stroke him, thinking he'll lean back afterwards and let me keep doing what I'm doing. He kind of does that, except not quite.

Ethan reaches for me, pulling me closer to him. By closer, I mean, um... I was kneeling right next to him, and now I'm straddling him? Not the way I've usually straddled him, though. Oh, no, not that at all. He pulls my shoes off, then unbuttons and unzips my jeans, peeling them down my legs. He drags my panties along, too, until he has them both off of me. He tosses them to the floor with his clothes.

And... um... I'm straddling him, remember? Yup, I definitely am. He wraps his arms around my side, palming my ass and pulling me closer to him. His tongue curls out and licks at my now bare pussy. I stroke him a little faster at first, but then my mind buckles, confused. I squeeze Ethan's cock in my hand while he laps at my pussy. The tip of his tongue barely touches against the bottom of my clit, and he trails the rest of his tongue from there to the bottom of my slit, tasting all of my arousal.

"You're delicious as fuck, Princess," he says, kissing my pussy softly. "Have I ever told you that?"

"Maybe," I reply. Regaining my senses, I go back to stroking him. You can't distract me, Ethan. I won't let you! "What's that have to do with clouds, though? I think you're trying to lie to me."

"Nah. I'd never lie to you," he says. I can feel his grin against my pussy lips, spreading them slightly as his grin widens. "You're pussy is like a fucking cloud, Princess. These puffy as fuck lips of yours when you get excited, and you're wet as rain in the center, too. Exactly like a cloud."

I think I like Ethan's analogy better. Not only does it make more sense than mine, um... well...

His tongue presses against the hood of my clit, pushing it back. He presses the tip of his tongue flat against my little pearl of pleasure, then moves it in a tiny circle. My hips buck and I grind down against him. I need to... to do, um... things...

I keep stroking him while he licks at my clit. Eyes clenched shut, I try to focus on two things at once. If I'm being honest, it's kind of difficult, but I know I can do this! I'm a good girl for a reason. I know how to get my work done, and how to multi-task, and how to, um...

How to compare cocks to clouds, I guess. This is a battle of wits, except I kind of feel like I'm at my wit's end here. I just want to sink into Ethan, let him make me rain, with lightning and thunder and all sorts of fun things. Is moaning like thunder? If not, I think it should be.

I suddenly have a brilliant idea, and I plan to take full advantage of it. Ethan continues trying to distract me with his tongue, but two can play at that game. I stroke him fast, until he pushes his hips up to meet me, thrusting into my hand. The next time he bucks up, I lean forward and open my mouth and take him in, wrapping my lips around his cock. My tongue traces around the curves between his shaft and his cockhead. Oh, yes, I can be distracting, too, Ethan. You can't win this game.

I don't even know if we're playing a game, but sometimes I'm kind of competitive. I want my cloud comparison to be the better one, and so I feel like I should prove it? Don't ask me why distracting my stepbrother boyfriend with an unexpected blowjob is going to prove anything. I don't have a good answer for that one. I'm just going to do it and hope for the best.

Ethan groans, which I think means I'm winning, except unfortunately he groans directly against my pussy. The sound vibrates through me and into me, and Ethan decides it's also a great idea to put something else into me, too. His tongue sneaks out, spearing into my pussy. It's just a little, but to be honest that's more than enough. To make matters worse, he pulls me harder onto him, his hands grabbing hard at my hips and my ass.

I prepare myself. I am prepared. I push down as far as I can go, completely foregoing my hand now. I redouble my efforts on massaging his balls while I press my lips firmly down Ethan's shaft. Lower, lower still, I take him into my mouth. My tongue slides alongside his throbbing erection, teasing at his thick veins.

Ethan thrusts up, instinctive. This is actually an amazing position, isn't it? He slides all the way into my mouth, pressing into my throat. I can feel him there, feel the head of his cock tapping lightly against the back of my throat. I have him all the way in now. Mmm, yesss...