Stepbrother With Benefits 18 (Third Season) (9 page)

W
e find
Scarlet in Caleb's room, which I think ends up being slightly less scandalous than Brittany had hoped. Caleb's not there, so that sort of removes most of the scandal, and if that wasn't enough, there's also Scarlet's oddly cute blankets.

Yes, they're currently laying across Caleb's missing roommate's bed, but it's really difficult to find anything scandalous about cute little animals and pink. I think that's just what Scarlet wants us to think, though. Maybe it's deceptive! Maybe this is why Ethan thinks she's so crazy and insane?

"I'm all packed, by the way," Scarlet says, hefting up her bag. "I packed some stuff for Caleb, too. He should be all set when he gets out of class."

"Alright, good!" Brittany says, excited. "It's nice to be organized."

"Um, can I ask you a question, Scarlet?" I ask.

"Sure, what's up?" she says.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but... what's with your bag? And... and the blankets. Er..."

Scarlet looks at her bag, which she's currently holding by the straps. Then she looks to her bed. Or, it's not even her bed! It's someone else's bed. I'm really not trying to judge her here. I like to think I'm a very open-minded person.

"What do you mean?" she asks me, completely oblivious. She turns to Brittany for some sort of confirmation, and Brittany just shrugs.

"It's very pink," I say, slowly. "And it has, um... those are whales, right? It's a pink bag with white whales with pink polka dots on them and black straps with... ribbons? Kind of Gothic looking bows? It's cute and all, but..."

Scarlet looks at me, brow furrowed. "I don't get it."

I look to Brittany for help, but she just shrugs and laughs. "I'm not getting involved with this!" she says.

"It's kind of girly," I say. I realize this sounds dumb, but I don't know what else to say.

"I'm a girl, Ashley," Scarlet says, deadpan.

"Right. That
is
true..."

"I don't like adult travel bags. They look really boring. You go and buy one and it's like... black or something. Just black. Mine has black, too, though, see?" she says, pointing to the straps. "And it's got these cute bows. Oh, and the whales. I don't really like whales, but it's really fucking hard to dislike a cute white whale with pink polka dots. I didn't like it at first, but the more I looked at it, the more I thought it was amazing. Seriously, pink fucking polka dots on a whale. Who knew?"

I'm sold. I thought it was kind of childish before, but Scarlet's convinced me. I feel entirely too inadequate and boring with my dark purple backpack now. This is very upsetting considering I used to like my backpack, too. Ugh.

"What's my travel bag have to do with my blankets, though?" Scarlet asks, looking back to her stolen bed. "I don't get it. There's cats and stuff on the blankets, but whales on the bag. They're completely different."

"Technically I guess cats are mammals and whales are mammals, right?" Brittany offers.

"Ooh, that's true, huh?" Scarlet says. "I get it now. I... I just kind of feel, um... they're cute, right? All those little fucking... mammals or whatever. They're cute as fuck, and I love them."

"Whales aren't that little," I point out.

"A baby whale is a lot smaller than a big whale," Scarlet counters. "It's all subjective. Kittens are cute because they're smaller than adult cats, but then a baby tiger, whatever the fuck you call that, is probably the same size as a big cat, and it's still fucking adorable. That means that a baby whale can be cute, too, even if it's the size of your car."

I used to think I was smart, but these are things I've honestly never thought about. I mean, I still think I'm smart, but I feel like I should be learning more. Also, it's true. Baby things are the cutest. This is flawless logic.

"A baby tiger is called a cub, I think," Brittany adds. "I like little panthers the best, though. I saw a video of one and it did this adorable little... rawr! Oh my God, I died."

So, there you have it. Whales and kittens and panthers, oh my!

"Anyways!" Brittany says, authoritative and cheery. "If you're all packed up, Scarlet, and if Caleb is, too, then who's left? I have to pack, but I'm on a different floor, so maybe we should stop by Ethan's room? Ashley, you've got your bag, right? Do you have to pack anything? We could pack some things for Ethan while we're here, and then head to my room?"

"That works," I say. "I have to pack a little, since I kind of unpacked some, but it shouldn't take long. I'm not really sure what Ethan wants to bring, but I should be able to find some of the basics for him and get that out of the way."

"Great! Let's do that then."

We do. We head to Ethan's room, which is just down the hall. Scarlet carries her pink travel bag proudly, with whales and black, Gothic bows on it and everything. We leave Caleb's bag in his room, along with a note telling him to call one of us when he's done class.

I left Ethan's door unlocked when I came to see Scarlet this morning. Thankfully it's still unlocked, and nobody's broken in. I half expected some random naked cheerleaders to be laying on Ethan's bed. No offense to Brittany or anything, but... yeah...

That was so weird! I have no idea why they did that. Maybe I should sneak into Ethan's room sometime when he doesn't know I'm coming and lay on his bed naked for when he shows up, though. Hm...

We start to go through some things, packing and talking and all of that. It's kind of fun. I never really thought about doing anything like this before. I mean, yes, I had friends, and I still have friends, but this is different. It's like an adventure, right?

Also, to be honest, Scarlet and Brittany are unlike any friends I've ever had before. I like them a lot.

While I'm smiling and daydreaming about friends and silly things, I belatedly realize I just accidentally spilled everything from my backpack onto the floor. This shouldn't be a big problem. It's clothes. I spilled clothes, which... well, they're clothes, except... there's also more than clothes.

The clothes fall in a pile at my feet, tousled but otherwise unharmed. The other thing rolls, though. It flops onto the pile of clothes at first, having been previously hidden in the bottom of my bag, and then it bounces a little, lands on the floor, and rolls over towards Ethan's bed.

Scarlet and Brittany stare at it. They're sitting on Ethan's bed, talking about something or other while I pack, except now no one's talking. Scarlet bites her bottom lip and flares her nostrils, seemingly unsure what to make of this new thing. Brittany is a little more confident and curious. She stands up, takes one step towards it, and holds it up.

"Whoa, what do we have here?" she asks, giving it a good once over and then showing it to Scarlet.

"Wow," Scarlet says, mouth open wide. "That's kind of big, huh?"

"I mean, I've seen bigger..." Brittany says. "Usually as a joke, though. Like those ones you buy as a gag gift?"

"Yeah," Scarlet says with a nod. "Um... is that yours, Ashley?"

And... yes... this is where I say some things I probably should never have said. It's a simple question, but the answer isn't that simple! That's what I'm going to blame it on. And Ethan. I'm blaming him, too. I wouldn't even have this if it wasn't for him, so it makes sense to blame him, don't you think?

"It's Ethan's," I say, mumbling and blushing.

The two girls stare at me, more than a little shocked.

"Wait, what?" Brittany asks, stammering.

"Yeah, um... Ethan uses this?" Scarlet asks.

"No! No... um... he... it's... it's complicated!"

It's the dildo. Brittany is currently holding the base of the realistic replica of Ethan's cock. Little Ethan version 2.0 or whatever you want to call it. Ugh!

I think you can see my dilemma here, right? The cause of my brain confusion? Because, yes, Ethan
gave
that to me. I guess
technically
it's mine. Except it's a replica of Ethan's cock, so... it's also
his?
It's Ethan's cock, or a replica thereof, and it's my new dildo, and...

"Wait wait wait!" Brittany says, pointing the dildo at Scarlet like it's a laser pointer for a class presentation or something. "Wait a fucking minute! Scarlet! Do you know what this is?"

"Brittany, it's a fucking dildo," Scarlet says. "Actually I kind of like it. It's very realistic. The veins and everything. Wow. Where'd you get this, Ashley? I kind of want one now. Maybe smaller, though."

This brings back unwanted memories of what I saw on the webcam between Ethan and Scarlet. Yup...

"You can't have it!" I say, probably louder than necessary.

"I don't want this one!" she yells back at me, rolling her eyes. "I want to get my own, duh."

"Nope, not even a chance!" I say. Again, um... I don't know why I'm yelling. I'm very passionate about this subject, alright? "This is one of a kind, only for me, just mine, no one else, not even temporarily."

"I don't know why you're being so--"

Brittany interrupts Scarlet with a profound revelation, though. "Scarlet," she says, deep and intense, like she's about to reveal the mysteries of the universe. "This is a realistic replica of Ethan's cock."

I die. I'm dead. I blush and start mumbling and murmuring and... I'm not even sure what I'm doing, but none of it's good. Brittany's on the bed, brandishing the dildo version of Ethan's penis like a weapon or a flashlight, and Scarlet's now staring at it in a new light. Scarlet's also blushing, so I guess that's good. I'm not the only one. I don't feel alone anymore.

"I changed my mind," Scarlet says. "You're right. I don't want that."

"What I want to know," Brittany says, thoughtful. "Is this a true to size copy or what? How's that work?"

"It's a little smaller," I say, muttering.

"Smaller!" Scarlet squeaks. "What the fuck."

Brittany doesn't say anything yet, because she discovers the power button for the vibrator built into the dildo. She pushes it, and the entire thing starts to buzz and shake. I blush even more. I don't know how I'm going to live after this. I really don't.

"Brittany, can you turn that thing off!" Scarlet says. She looks both mortified and amused, cheeks red but almost laughing.

"You're no fun," Brittany says, but she turns it off, too.

It's quiet after that. Not just because the dildo isn't vibrating anymore, but because none of us are talking. I can't seem to maintain eye contact with either of the other girls for more than half a second. Scarlet keeps looking at everything in the room except for the cock in Brittany's hand. Brittany's still fascinated with it though, looking at it like it's a priceless antique at a flea market.

"Hey, um, Ashley?" Brittany says. "Can I ask you something?"

"I guess so?" I say.

I'm already dead from embarrassment, so I'm pretty sure I can't die anymore, right?

"I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend or anything, so don't take this the wrong way, but can I borrow this sometime? I'm kind of curious now."

"Um, no," I say, flat.

"I'd use a condom on it, obviously!" she adds.

"If Brittany gets to borrow it, I want to borrow it," Scarlet says, chiming in.

"Neither of you can borrow it!" I say. "It's mine!"

I go to steal it back from Brittany and pack it away. I really should have done this earlier, but I was sort of dying from embarrassment. It's hard to do things when you're dying, you know? I'm not dying now, though. I have been reborn. I have overcome my embarrassment, at least for the time being. I have...

I have spoken way too soon.

Brittany gives it back to me, but not before pushing the power button to make it vibrate. I am now in possession of a vibrating replica of Ethan's cock, just holding the shaft as if I'm about to give him a handjob. It's kind of similar to that, too. I mean, yes, Ethan's cock doesn't exactly vibrate, but when I'm stroking him, it's fun to feel the way it twitches and throbs, which is kind of like vibrating, right? Kind of maybe sort of?

I'm don't think I'm the only one who thinks this way. I can't be. I refuse to believe it.

Blushing, trying to control myself, I go to turn the dildo off. It takes a couple tries. I'm sort of flustered at the moment, give me a break! I manage on the fourth try, and that should be that, but it's not.

"Hey, um, Ashley?" Brittany says.

"No," I say. I don't know what she's going to ask, but the answer is no.

"What!" she says, acting like I've wronged her horribly. She puts her hands in the air and everything. Shocked!

"I don't want to share Ethan's cock with you, and I hope you'll understand that," I say, politely.

"Oh, right. No, I get it. Kind of. I was going to say we should all take a selfie together with it and then text it to Ethan as a joke."

Scarlet looks at Brittany like she's crazy. I appreciate the show of solidarity, or I appreciated it, except then Scarlet starts to laugh.

"Oh my God, that would be the best," she says.

Brittany nods, excited. "I know, right?"

"You're both dumb," I say, grumping. "Really dumb."

"Oh, come on, don't be like that."

"Real talk for a second, but it's pretty fucking cool that you have a replica of Ethan's cock as a dildo. It's like some new age fucking art or something, in more ways than one."

Brittany verbalizes trying to figure out what Scarlet just said. "Fucking... art... art used for fucking? Oh my God, that's amazing."

"I really don't like either of you right now," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

They both laugh. They laugh! Really? Ugh.

"I know you're trying to be angry," Brittany says, doing her best not to laugh. "And I'm not trying to laugh at you, I promise! But when you're holding a dildo like that it's, um... it's kind of funny?"

"I think that makes it even funnier, to be honest," Scarlet adds.

Well, you know what I think? Do you?

Ugh!

Yes, that's it. Just
ugh
. I think that's enough, don't you?