Stepbrother With Benefits 13 (Third Season) (9 page)

"Do you mean how, um... theoretically the closer you get to the speed of light, the slower time goes?"

"Yeah, that, except with this we're dealing with the speed of orgasm," Ethan says, matter-of-fact.

I choke on a laugh.  I don't mean to, but... "Seriously, did you just say the speed of orgasm?"

"It's definitely a thing," Ethan says.

"I don't think that's a thing."

"Nah, it's a thing.  I discovered it just now.  I'm going to make a scientific theory and everything.  I'll be famous.  Thanks for the help, Princess."

"You need an equation, though," I tell him, giggling.  "If you have a scientific theory, I think you need an equation to go along with it."

"Fuck, uh..."

He pauses to think.  We're in the bathroom now.  I reach over and flick on the light switch.  It's too bright, and I blink my eyes, adjusting to the light.  Ethan sets me down by the shower stall, then opens the door to turn on the water.

"What's a good equation?" he asks.  "You're good at this kind of thing.  How do we do this?"

"It's your theory!" I say.  "I was just a test subject, I think?"

"Nah, you're my sexy lab assistant," he says.

"Oh, am I?"

"Yeah.  So you've got to help me come up with an equation here.  We'll be famous, Princess.  What do you say?"

"Maybe we need to test this theory a little more first?" I say.

"How can you even think about sex at a time like this?" Ethan asks, feigning indignance.  "We're on the verge of a scientific breakthrough here!  This is serious."

"Shut up and take a shower with me," I say, pulling him into the shower stall and under the wonderfully warm water.

"Yeah, you don't have to ask me twice," he says, grinning.

I'd love to tell you that Ashley and I got frisky in the shower, then went back to my bed, and stayed up all night enjoying ourselves, but...

Nah, we've got to go to bed, and, fuck, I'm tired, man.  If the crazy sex before didn't do it, the shower did.  I'm surprised we made it all the way through.  Pretty sure if I was in there on my own, I would have just said fuck it, turned the water off randomly, grabbed a towel, stumbled to my bed, and passed out.

It's a lot easier to stay awake when you've got a sexy as fuck naked girl in the shower with you, though, don't you think?

That's where we're at now.  Shower, stumble to bed after drying off, and now...

Ashley cuddles up close to me, breathing softly against my neck.  I wrap my arm around her and pull her close, then lean over and kiss her.  I end up kissing her nose, but whatever, who cares?  Her nose is almost as good as her lips, and sometimes it's even better.  I don't care what part of her body I'm kissing, I just want to kiss her, alright?

She tilts her head up and kisses me back.  This time it's our lips.  Nothing crazy, barely anything more than a touch, but it's sweet and cute and nice, and I love it.

That's supposed to be it.  I'm supposed to fall asleep, and she's going to fall asleep, too.  It's earlier than I expected, but I guess it'll be nice to start the day with a fresh perspective instead of being tired as fuck.  We're young, though, and that's what caffeine is for, but... yeah, sometimes getting a good night's sleep is cool, too.

I forgot something, though.  I had something else to give her, and it's not even sex-related.  Crazy, huh?  I can't even believe it, either.

"Hey," I whisper to her.  "You still awake?"

"Uh huh," she mumbles, nuzzling against me.

"I got you a present," I say.

"Ethan, um... this isn't another... thing... is it?"

"Yeah, it's another thing," I say, being intentionally obtuse.  I kind of just want to screw with her right now, because when I show her what it is, I think she'll love it even more if she's not expecting it.  "Isn't everything a thing?"

"Shut up," she says, giggling.  "That's not what I meant!"

"Just hold on," I say.  "I'll show you.  It'll be quick."

I somehow sneak away from her, even though she's clinging to me like a huge cuddlebug.  I reach for my bedside table lamp and switch it on quick, then open the drawer in the table and search for the box.  Yeah, this is a really cool box.  It's kind of small, it has felt or whatever the fuck you want to call it, all soft as fuck, and it's got something special inside.

I grab the dildo, also.  It has its own box.  I was being serious before.  I kind of just want to screw with her right now.  Sorry?  I'm a bad boy, what can I say.

I show her the dildo first, all while grinning like an idiot.

"It's too early to go to bed, Princess.  Let's keep having fun."

She looks at me like I'm crazy.  I'm pretty sure if I could look at myself, I'd do the same thing.

"I'm going to sleep!" she says, rolling away from me.

I laugh and put the dildo and its box back in the drawer.  Yeah, uh... probably don't want to leave that out, just in case her mom comes to wake us up.  I would really rather not explain to my stepmom how I used a penis cloning kit to make a replica of my cock for her daughter to take back to college with her.  That's fucked up, even for me.

Also, I don't want her mom getting any bright ideas.  Seriously, if Ashley's mom convinces my dad to do the same thing, and I accidentally stumble on a dildo copy of my dad's penis, uh...

No.  I'm going to stop right there. 
No
.  Don't even think about it.

I keep the light on, then go back to Ashley, cuddling up behind her.  Spooning is pretty nice.  I like when she cuddles on top of me and we sleep like that, but I could get used to this, too.  I reach around like I'm just trying to hold her tight, but then I sneak the small box into her hand.

She takes it, then looks over at me.  "What's this?" she asks.

"That's your real present," I say.  "I mean, the dildo is yours, too, but this one's something you can show to everyone.  Uh... I mean, feel free to show the dildo to everyone if you want.  I have nothing to hide."

"Ethan!" she says, laughing.  "You're so weird.  I'm not going to show—"

She doesn't end up finishing.  Nah, she just opened the box and looked inside.  I can't blame her for stopping.  Do you know how hard it was to sneak this past her?

It's a jewelry box, with a ring in it.  Ashley takes it out and looks at it, twisting and turning it in her hands.  She admires it, and I admire her admiring it.  Yeah... if I wasn't tired as fuck, I'd be hard right now.  The look on her face is just the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen.  It's pure, unadulterated love, and it's mine.

It's nothing crazy, alright.  I mean, yeah, I can afford to buy her a rock the size of a golfball if I want to.  Ask my dad to front me some of the money in my trust fund or whatever.  Honestly, I hate that kind of shit, though.  Also, who the fuck walks around wearing a ring that has a diamond the size of a golfball in it?

It's just a nice and simple ring, thin gold band, with a cute heart-shaped garnet in the setting.  I picked it out myself.  Fuck, man... I'm good at this, aren't I?

She puts the ring on her finger, then admires it some more.  She twists around to face me, and shows me the ring.

"What do you think?" she asks.

I take her hand in mine, like I'm some classy as fuck gentleman, and kiss the heart-shaped gem.  Then I move in close and kiss her.

"I think it looks beautiful on you," I say.  "Do you like it?"

"I love it," she says, smiling at me.  Yeah, she can't stop smiling.  I did something amazing, didn't I?  "What's it for, though?"

I shrug.  "It's just a ring."

I don't know why I'm embarrassed to tell her.  I thought all of this through, and that's why I bought it, and that's also why I wanted to give it to her now, but uh... yeah... now that I did, I feel weird about it.  Is this what being a boyfriend is about?  Not sure if I like the awkwardness that comes with giving someone something nice and thoughtful.

It's just the first time I've ever done something like this.  She's the first person I've ever wanted to do something like this for.

"It can't be just a ring," she says, giving me a look.  It's like she's looking right through me.  Ugh, I'm going to have to tell her, huh?

"I don't know," I say.  "It's, uh... it's like a promise, you know?  A promise from me to you.  That's what it is.  That's what I wanted it to be.  I want it to mean that I mean it.  Like...
all of it.
  This.  Our relationship.  More, too.  You're special to me, Ashley.  I've never had someone like you in my life before, so I just kind of wanted to give you something to let you know how special you are."

She looks at me, giddy, but she doesn't say anything.  Fuck, Princess... don't make me do all the talking here.  For real, I'm so bad at this, you don't even know.

"It's like a promise ring," I say, hoping that makes more sense.  I thought the rest made plenty of sense, but I feel like I should explain more.  "It's more than that, too.  I don't know how to explain exactly what it is yet, but I'll figure it out."

Yeah, because that sounds smart, right?  Pretty fucking sure I sound like an idiot right now.  I should have written something down and planned this out better.

"I love it," she says.  She presses her fingertips to my cheek, the same hand that the ring is on, and then comes close and kisses me.  "It is special.  You're special to me, too.  I really love this.  I love you so much, Ethan.  Thank you."

"You're welcome," I say, temporarily forgetting how much of an idiot I am.  It's pretty easy to forget something like that when you have the most beautiful girl in the world staring at you like you're amazing.  "I love you, too."

It's funny.  I always used to think it'd be hard to tell a girl I loved her.  I wasn't ever really planning on doing it, but I guess I figured it'd happen some day.  It's not like I lost sleep over it, but I always wondered how it worked.  When do you say it?  How do you know when to say it, or how to say it, or what to say along with it, and everything else like that.

It's not that hard, though.  It's not that confusing.  I can't explain it, but with Ashley it's like I know everything I never knew before.  I don't have to worry about it.

I fucking love you, Princess.  It's the easiest thing I've ever done.

I'm sleeping and cuddling and dreaming.  It's so easy to fall asleep in Ethan's arms.  I've never slept with anyone else before.  Actual sleeping, I mean.  I used to think maybe it'd be hard, or something you have to get used to.  What happens if I toss and turn or move around, or what if I try to do that and I can't and then I keep waking up at night and can't fall asleep?

I don't know if it's like that for others, or if it would be like that if I tried to sleep with someone else.  I don't have to, though.  I don't ever want to.  I love sleeping with Ethan.

To be honest, I kind of worry that when I go back to college I'll have the opposite problem.  Is that weird or what?  How am I going to get used to sleeping alone again?  I'm not sure if I ever want to get used to it...

I have tonight, though.  We both do.  I'm sleeping and cuddling, and dreaming about something wonderful and I'm pretty sure it involves Ethan and the beach.  We're swimming on a private beach, just us, and having fun.  We did go to the beach a few times this summer, but not a private one.  I don't even know where there are private beaches, but I'd like to go to one with him sometime.

These are the things I'm dreaming about, but then suddenly I hear something.  It's strange and confusing and not at all beach-related.  I wake up, and look around, but my brain isn't as quick to realize that I'm awake.

It keeps beeping, or ringing, or...
really
, what is that?

Then I see the flashing light.  It's on the bedside table on my side of the bed, and it's my phone.  I reach out and grab it quick.  What time is it?  I have no idea.  If it's someone calling this late at night, it must be important.

I'm too sleepy and unaware to realize that the only people who would even really consider calling me this late are Ethan, my mom, and my stepdad, but only in an emergency, and, um... well, they're all in the same house with me, so they definitely wouldn't be calling me.

Ethan's right next to me, even.  He tosses in his sleep.  I grab my phone quick and answer it, hoping to get it before he wakes up.  Maybe it's just a wrong number or something?

"Hello?" I whisper into the phone.

I didn't even think to check who it was.  That would make this a little easier, now wouldn't it?  I guess I'll find out soon enough, though.

Except no one answers me.  I hear breathing on the other end, soft, and a few other noises I can't make out.

"Um... hello?" I say again.  "I can't hear you.  I think the reception is bad."

I hear someone laugh.  It's not a full laugh, so I don't know if that's the best word for it.  It's just a sort of snide sounding
"heh"
and nothing else.  Before I can say anything, they hang up.  The phone goes dead, and I blink, staring into the darkness.

"What's up?" Ethan asks.  "Who was that?  It's way too fucking late, whoever the fuck it was."

I put the phone back.  I feel... something... I don't really know what.  Nervous, I guess?  I push my phone further away from me, then go back to Ethan, cuddling close to him.

"I don't know," I tell him.  "I think it was just a wrong number."

"What'd they say?" he asks.

"Um... they didn't say anything?"

"Weird."

"Maybe it was just a prank call or something," I say, but I don't know if I believe that.

Honestly, I'm not sure what I believe.  It was a phone call in the middle of the night, and I didn't check the caller ID so I don't know who it was.  I guess I could check it now, but if the number is unfamiliar, what use will that be?  None, really, so...

"Let's go back to sleep," Ethan says, smiling and kissing me.

"Oh, you're not going to try and convince me to stay awake?" I ask, grinning.

"Nah," he says.  "I'd rather wake your ass up early.  Pretty sure that's the perfect way to start our day, Princess.  Sex is better than coffee."