Stepbrother With Benefits 1

"
F
riends with benefits
, stepbrother with benefits, what's the difference?"

"Um, we're not even friends, Ethan?"

Ethan is a cocky, arrogant jerk. He's always been that way. I'll never understand why girls trip over themselves just to be with him. Don't they realize he's going to ditch them in a week?

Yes, he can be nice when he feels like it. It's true that he's ridiculously attractive, too. It's not like I want to stare at him when he walks around shirtless, but it's hard not to notice someone with a body made of rock-hard sculpted muscle and sin. He's got that panty-melting bad boy smile that makes you want to...

Did I mention he's my stepbrother? Ick.

What? You think I'm falling for him? Nope! It's impossible.

There's only one problem... I might have accidentally, um... it was just one night, alright? One
really
good night. Panties? Yup, they're melted.

It was a mistake, it doesn't mean anything.

Sorry, there's two problems. Did I mention our parents are away and we're stuck home alone together for a week?

I'm the responsible one. The good girl with perfect grades. And I'm trapped for a week with a bad boy who showed me what it's like to give in to my wild side.

What's the worst that can happen?

H
ow did
I wind up naked, face down ass up on my bed, with my stepbrother behind me, thrusting hard into me, my face buried in a pillow to muffle my moans while our parents are downstairs making dinner and waiting for us to join them so we can eat? Well, that's a long story. To be honest, I'm not even sure how this started. It's so wrong, and I know we shouldn't be doing this, but then why does it feel so good? Why do I love it? Why am I...

I think I love it a little too much. I'm even starting to worry myself.

He leans over me and pins me to the bed, burying himself deep inside of me with one last thrust. I know what's coming next, but I can barely think anymore. My body's already betrayed me and given in to the delicious feeling of his thick, hard cock inside me. I've never had orgasms as powerful as the ones I have with Ethan, and this current climax is one of my stronger ones. My pussy milks his cock, my inner walls clenching against him as he cums inside of me.

I feel it, and it feels so perfect, so warm and soft despite the fact that he was just fucking me hard. I don't understand anything about Ethan. I don't know how he can be like this. He's some kind of walking contradiction. I don't know why we're in bed together.

I don't want to ever leave, though.

He stays inside of me, jet after jet of his cum filling me to the brim. I can feel it seeping out of me, just a little. It's going to leave a mess on my bed. I don't know how I'm supposed to explain this.

I just want to lay here, just a little longer, I want to stay here with him inside of me. I want to...

I want to lay back and cuddle with him and...

No. That's not part of our arrangement. We can't do that. My God, he's my brother! Stepbrother, I remind myself. But still.

He pulls out of me and slaps me on the ass.

"Let's go, Princess. Mom and Dad are waiting," Ethan says, cocky and confident as ever.

"I can't believe we did that," I say in disbelief. I laugh, but he just smirks at me.

"You know you loved it," he says, reaching for his pants on the floor.

There's something about the way he says it, something about how casual it sounds, but I feel like there's more to his words, too. I don't know why I feel like that, because this is Ethan we're talking about. He's a bad boy, and everyone knows it. No one and nothing can tame him. He does what he wants, when he wants. I didn't just love it, I love...

Stop, Ashley. Don't do this to yourself.

I thought I'd learned to deal with it. I mean, our parents have been married for three years already, so I should have figured him out by now, right? Nope, not really.

I lay on the bed and watch him put his pants on. They're loose around his waist and hang from his hips, even after he's zipped and buttoned them up. Ethan plays football in college--he even has a scholarship, though it's not like he needs it since his dad is rich--and he's got muscles in all the right places. That slick, perfect V angling from his hips to his crotch.

It's like an arrow pointing to everything I want. Or a warning sign telling me to run away because this is dangerous. Maybe Ethan's bad boy personality is rubbing off on me. I've been feeling really naughty lately, so I wouldn't be surprised.

I'm still naked from the waist down when he finishes putting his clothes back on. He stares at me, giving me a weird, confusing kind of look. Ethan walks back to the bed, leans over me, and without saying anything or even asking, he thrusts two fingers deep into my sex.

I gasp and my back arches before I can think or do or say anything. Somehow I manage to breathe out his name. "Ethan!"

"Listen, Ashley, you think you can get away with looking at me like that, laying on your bed with no pants on? Nah, I don't think so. You're still mine right now. Yeah, that's a good girl. Fuck, you're so sensitive. How many orgasms did you have? Tell me."

I whimper and beg him with little muttered words, but he ignores me.

"Tell me. Now. How many?"

"Four," I say, a whisper.

"Louder," Ethan says.

"Mom and Dad will... they'll hear us, Ethan. You need to stop."

"You think I care?"

It sounds harsh, but there's a subtle softness in his eyes. Ethan wouldn't hurt me, he wouldn't be mean to me. I don't expect you to understand, but it's a part of this, it's one of the rules we made together. The rules that we don't seem to be following anymore, since we were supposed to stop this when our parents came back...

"Tell me how many orgasms you had?" he asks me again. "Your pussy is mine, and I want you to keep track."

"Four," I say again, louder, but now it's a lie. "Five," I say, correcting myself, blushing.

My body spasms on the bed as my brother fingerfucks me, pushing past the grip of my orgasm, making me whimper and writhe in ecstatic release.

When he's done, when I'm finished, he pulls his fingers out of me and shoves them in my mouth. "Taste," he says.

I open my mouth without thinking and lick around his fingers, sucking them like they're his cock. I open my eyes and peek towards his crotch and notice that, yes, he's erect again. I really could be sucking his cock. Maybe I will. Maybe...

"Now put some damn pants on," he says, smiling, teasing me. "Mom and Dad are waiting for us."

"
T
his isn't going
to work."

"Huh?" I ask.

"Ashley, this isn't going to work. Have you thought about how we're going to do this? We're leaving for summer break. Right now. You're going back to your parents and I'm going back to mine. How are we going to do this?"

"Jake, I don't know what you're talking about."

And, I don't. I really don't, especially considering we just had sex. Literally. We're in Jake's dorm room while his roommate is out, and one thing led to another, and, well...

I don't usually do this. I don't want Jake to think I'm a... a slut or anything. We've only had sex once before, but I thought that since we were going back home for summer break, this was a good time to do it again. I won't be able to see him for a few months.

"Ash, you live five hours away from me. We'll be apart the whole summer. What kind of relationship is that?"

"Um... a long distance one?" I say.

He laughs, but it's not a nice laugh. Kind of a douchebag asshole laugh, actually. Which is really mean considering he just had his dick inside me. The least he could do is be a little nicer.

I can't believe I'm even thinking this. Nicer? Yeah, Ashley, um... he's your boyfriend! He
should
be nice to you. Duh?

"I don't do long distance relationships, babe," Jake says. "It's not my thing."

"So you're breaking up with me?" I ask, as if I couldn't say anything stupider at the moment.

Yes, I've got perfect grades, I was the top of my class in high school, and I've got three scholarships that will more than cover most of my first two years of college, but apparently I'm still dumb enough to have to ask if my boyfriend is breaking up with me.

"I'm not breaking up with you," he says.

"Oh," I say. He makes no sense to me.

"I'm just saying we can't do this. I can't go the entire summer without sex, babe. It's impossible."

"Oh." I have no idea where he's going with this.

"We'll take a break. See other people. At least for the summer. When we get back to school next year we can pick up where we left off."

"Wait..."

Look, I know what you're thinking. I'm not an idiot, alright? I'm really not. I just... I like Jake. I think. I'm not sure how I feel about him. I'd never had a boyfriend before college, and even then my boyfriends up until now haven't exactly been... boyfriends? I dated a couple of guys for a week or two, but that's it. Jake and I have been going out for a couple months now and I thought everything was going well, but...

Nope, apparently not.

"It's not you, it's me," he says.

"Yeah, obviously," I say. I know it's not me. What a stupid thing to say. He's the one breaking up with me!

Jake laughs. "It'll be fine. Go home and have a few one night stands or something. Learn how to be better in bed. You're kind of stiff, you know? You need to get a little more into it. When we come back to school next year, we can date again. Trial run or something? See how it goes. I've been putting up with you for now, but I really need someone who knows what they're doing, Ash. The sex just hasn't been that good. Sorry to put it out there like that."

"No," I say. "It's fine."

That's not what I want to say. I want to say more. I want to say something witty and funny and sarcastic. Because I don't think it's me. He's not very good in bed, either. Selfish and fast is about how I'd explain it, but I thought he liked me, so...

My God, I'm an idiot, aren't I?

I put my clothes on and rush to the door just as his roommate is coming back. His roommate accidentally blocks me from making a hasty retreat until we shuffle around to either side and I can get past him. I want to go. I want to run back to my room and pack and leave right now, because... because...

Jake is an asshole! I almost think about screaming it, but I stop myself. I can't do that. I'm the good girl, the girl with perfect grades, the girl everyone expects to go far in life. I'm...

I'm a doormat, apparently. I'm the girl whose boyfriend breaks up with her so he can sleep with other women during a two month summer break from college. Wow.

Really, wow.

"Text me sometime or something," Jake yells to me as I rush down the hall.

"Fuck you," I say. I want to shout it, but I don't. I whisper it to myself under my breath.

I'm Ashley Banks and I'm a good girl. Good girls don't swear and shout down the halls. I can't do that, even if I want to.