Stepbrother With Benefits 16 (Third Season) (15 page)

Hold that thought for a second, alright?  The movie's almost over and it's getting to the good part.

He grabs the girls hips and slams hard into her again and again.  Not too much longer, just a few times.  His fingers leave marks on her pale flesh as he digs in deep.  She whimpers and moans beneath him, her body spasming, legs twitching.  He holds her tight, though; he keeps her in place.

She tries to push down, her body too sensitive from the sudden orgasm and the rough thrusting of the man behind her.  He pushes in one final time before arching his back hard.  She arches hers, too, hips held up by his greedy fingers.

A few seconds later he pulls out slowly, but slams back in.  Once, then twice, and he's done.  The girl squirms and fidgets on the bed, but she keeps her ass and hips up.  When the man pulls out of her, he slaps her on the ass.

"You came inside me!" the girl says, exhausted.  A couple of seconds later, a stream of his cum starts dripping from her sated pussy.

Wait, um... maybe now we should get back to the question from before?  Why am I sitting in my best friend's dorm room watching porn with him?

This isn't what it looks like, I swear.

Let's rewind a little and start from the beginning...

––––––––

"C
aleb, I need to talk to you," I tell him.

Caleb's my best friend.  I've known him since... fuck, I don't know?  Forever, maybe.  We've lived next door our entire lives.  I used to sneak out of my house when my dad was away, or home, when he was being an asshole, or just when I wanted to.  I doubt my dad even noticed.  Let's not talk about that right now.  I've got more important business to attend to.

"Uh... sure?" he says.  "Is this about before?  The naked picture of Ashley on that website?  I swear, I wasn't trying to stare at her!"

"No," I say, but that's not entirely true.  "Sort of.  This is private.  Here, let's go back to your room.  Let's talk in private."

I've been artfully maneuvering Caleb through the halls while we talked.  I like to do everything artfully.  I'm an Art major, so it makes sense.  Life is beautiful and you should try to capture the true essence of pure existence whenever possible.  That's what some of my teachers say, at least.

I'm not sure what they'd think about the fact that sometimes I just like to draw cocks on things.  Waiting for your food at a restaurant and you're bored?  Just take out a pen and draw a cock on your napkin, who cares?

It's not like I just draw penises on things.  I paint, too.  I do graphic design when I can, since it's easier to make a career from that.  I've done a few amateur things for some small businesses, like logos and banners and junk, and I helped Caleb's dad out with some signs at the campground he owns and operates in the summer.  Nothing huge yet, though.

Until now.  Maybe...

"Is this that important?" Caleb asks.  "I was trying to get a soda."

"Caleb, this is more important than soda," I tell him.  "A lot more important."

"I guess, but I already put my dollar in the machine," he says.  "Seriously, Scarlet, I was just about to pick.  You didn't have to drag me away like that."

"I'll pay you back," I tell him.  "This is too important to wait.  Not even one second.  Please?"

He gives me a look that says he's kind of annoyed.  Lips pursed, nostrils flared a little, just looking down at me.  I'm kind of short, so it's easy to do.  I like that he's a lot taller than me, though.  I don't know why.  It's attractive.

We're just friends.  Stop trying to assume shit!

Caleb caves and we go back to his dorm.  I know where it is, so I rush ahead and stand next to the door.  No one else is in the halls with us right now, but Caleb checks up and down the hallway just to make sure.

"This is weird," he says.  "I don't want people thinking I bring random girls back to my room."

"What's wrong with that?" I ask him.  "I'm not a random girl, either.  I can't believe you said that."

"No one else knows we're friends!" he says.  "They're going to think that... I don't know... that I'm doing something..."

"Do you want me to start moaning and bouncing on your bed?" I ask.

Before Caleb can change his mind after what I just said, I scurry into his room.  He stares after me, watching me jump onto his bed.  As soon as I start to bounce up and down a little while kneeling on the mattress, the boxspring beginning to squeak, Caleb rushes in and closes the door fast behind him.

"Scarlet, cut it out!" he says.

"Ohhh, Caleb!" I say, exaggerated and moaning.  I can't keep it up for long, though.  I start to laugh.

He stares at me like I'm crazy.  Well, you know what, Caleb?  It's not the first time someone's looked at me like that.  It's probably not the first time
he's
looked at me like that, either.

"Where's your roommate?" I ask, looking at the empty other side of the room.  "Do you have one?"

There's just a bed over there, no blankets or pillows, only a frame, boxspring, and mattress.

"He's not going to be here until next week," Caleb says.  "I don't know what happened.  They said it's a family thing, I guess."

"Oooh, nice!  You've got a single for the week like Ethan."

"Yeah, uh... Ethan's got it for longer than a week," Caleb says, sitting down next to me on his bed.

"A week's good, though," I tell him.  "It gives us time to plan everything out."

"You haven't even told me what we're planning yet," he says.  "Seriously, can I go back to the machine and get my soda first, Scarlet?  Hopefully no one else used my dollar."

"Caleb, this is much more important than soda," I tell him.  "This is about my entire college career.  I've decided what I want to do for my final project, and I need your help.  You're the only one who can help me with this."

"We just started school again," he says, grumbling.  "Your final project isn't due for months."

"That's what everyone else thinks, too," I say, poking him in the chest with my finger.  "And that's where they're wrong.  If we don't start as soon as possible, we'll never have enough time to make a masterpiece, Caleb.  This is art at its finest."

"Fine," he says.  "Wait,
we?
  I didn't even agree to help you yet."

I press my cheek to his shoulder and look up, pouting at him.  "Please, Caleb?  You're the only one I can trust to help me with this."

"Just... just tell me what it is first?" he asks.

"I see how it is," I say.

I flop down dramatically and land with my head in his lap, staring up at him.  He looks down at me and sighs, but then he does the worst thing ever.

His fingers grab at my sides above my hips and he starts to tickle me.  I laugh and squirm, but he keeps doing it.  I try to get away, but Caleb's a lot stronger than me.  I'd only admit this about Caleb!  I'm pretty fucking tough, alright?  I'm kind of a badass, and I have the tattoos to prove it.

Yes, most of my tattoos are of Disney princesses, but who cares?  Disney princesses are pretty fucking badass if you ask me.

We'll talk about this later.  I'm kind of dying of laughter at the moment.

Caleb keeps tickling me.  I can't get away.  I shouldn't have just fell right in his lap like that.  I just made it easier for him. 
Ugh
.  He traps me on his bed, pinning me in place with his knees.  I'm on my back now, looking up at him, gasping for breath.

"Caleb!  Oh God, please!  I—"

He stops and grins down at me.  I look up at him and smile.

"What?" he asks.

"Come down here," I say.  "I'll tell you what I want to do for my project.  I won't tease you anymore.  No more tickling?"

He falls to the bed and lays on his side next to me.  We're side by side, our faces inches away.  I sneak in quick and kiss him.

On the cheek!
  Ugh.  You're weird.  Stop thinking weird shit.

"For my final project, I wanted to do something classic but controversial," I say.  "I want people to be able to relate to it, but I also want it to be something divisive and that people can't help but want to talk about."

"Alright," Caleb says.  His cheeks are a little red, which I think is from us just wrestling and laughing together.  "What did you have in mind?"

"Caleb..." I say.

I know what I want to say, but I guess I didn't plan this far ahead.  Now that I'm about to say it, it seems kind of strange.  It's not actually strange, though, right?  He's my friend.  My best friend.  We've helped each other out in everything.

This is just art.  We'd be doing it in the name of art.  It's for my final project, too.  Also, I found somewhere that we could sell the finished product to for basically a year of our tuition if we split it, so that's good.  Who ever said true art wasn't profitable?

I clear my throat and start over.  "Caleb, I want to make a sex tape."

He stares at me as if he didn't hear what I just said.  Then he says, "Wait, what?  With who?"

I scrunch up my eyebrows and give him a weird look. 
Really, Caleb?

"You," I say.  "Obviously.  Who else would I do it with?"

"
Me?
" he says, kind of squeaking out the word.  "Uh... Scarlet... I don't think..."

"What?" I ask.  "We're friends, right?  It's just sex.  We've, um..."

I'm not sure we're supposed to talk about this.  I mean, I was the one who told Caleb not to talk about it.  This isn't an admission or a confession.  I'm not talking about it.

"It's got a theme, though," I say.  "This is supposed to be art, you know?  For my final project.  We can send it in to this website after, though.  If they like it and accept it, they'll give us twenty-thousand dollars.  We can split it, so there's something in it for you, too."

"Uh... a theme?" he asks.  "Like a plot or something?"

"Kind of," I say.  "I wanted it to be an ex-girlfriend tape.  That's the story behind it.  I'm calling it an ex tape in my mind.  It's a working title:
The Ex Tape
.  We can figure it out later."

I thought it was clever!  It's a sex tape, but this is more erotic, and the theme and plot is about exes, so... an ex tape?

"An ex tape," Caleb says, giving me a funny look.  "Scarlet, we haven't even dated."

"It's about the experience," I tell him.  "We don't have to date.  You know how in movies they pretend to be characters?  It's the same thing.  We'll pretend to be dating in the movie."

"I guess," he says.  "That's kind of weird.  Shouldn't we—"

"Look, I can show you an example," I say, interrupting him.  "Where's your computer?"

He grunts and gets up off the bed.  My side is suddenly cold, and I realize it's because we were just very close.  I shiver a little and watch him go to his desk to get his laptop.

"How did you even come up with this?" he asks.  "I thought you'd do a painting or something.  You spent almost all summer painting, didn't you?"

"I like painting, but it's not very modern," I say.  "I got the idea from that website.  The one with Ashley's naked picture on it.  Her ex-boyfriend put it up there, so... I thought we could do something like that, but nicer."

"So I'm not going to be playing the part of the asshole who randomly filmed himself having sex with his girlfriend so that he could blackmail her with it afterwards," Caleb says.  "That's good to know, I guess."

"Ooooh, that could be a good twist, huh?" I ask.  "Maybe we can add that into the plot of the story.  The last scene of rough and emotional blackmail sex."

"I don't even understand how this is an art project," he says, handing me his laptop.

"It's an independent movie, Caleb," I say.  "
Obviously.
"

I click through his computer and bring up a web browser, then type in the website address for my favorite porn site.  Um... I didn't mean that.  It's not like I do this often, alright?  I just like this one because it's artistic and I think it's beautiful.  I browse through some thumbnails until I find a preview for the one I want to show Caleb.

"Here," I say.  "Just watch this."

Yes, so, we're sitting side by side, Caleb's laptop half in his lap and half in mine, and we're about to watch a porno.  I think it's erotica, though.  Erotic video art?

Ugh. 
Stop judging me!
  If Michelangelo can create a realistic sculpture of David, cock and all, and people consider that to be art, I think this can be art, too.  Really, the filming is wonderful, the lighting is exceptional, the angles are...

Sorry, I got distracted.

The girl on the screen is taking off the man's tight underwear, his bulge popping into view before her as she kneels in front of him.  Her lips open in a gasp of surprise at the sight of it.  She reaches out and wraps her fingers around his shaft before licking her lips and lapping at the tip of his cock...

––––––––

"S
ee?" I say to Caleb once the movie's done playing a few minutes later.  "Exactly like that."

I take the laptop off our laps and slide it onto his desk.  He glances over at me, one eyebrow raised, lips crooked into a strange rendition of a smile.  I'm not even sure he's smiling, actually.

"Uh... inside you, too?" he asks.  "Would that be in the ex tape?  You want me to... to cum inside you?"

"I think it'd be best," I say with a nod.  "It fits my artistic vision for the project.  Maybe we could do a first scene with a condom, to show that we're still getting to know each other, but we want to be close?  Then later in another scene, we can forgo the condom and give in to our passion for one another, showcasing how our intimacy has evolved.  Oh!  There could be a pregnancy scare, which could end up being the catalyst for us breaking up."

"Wait,
what?
" he asks.  "I thought this was just going to be one scene?  One tape?"

"It's got to be a movie," I say.  "There'll be some dialogue and other parts in it, too.  It needs to be at least an hour and a half long in order to get full credit."

"Oh my God," he says, first staring at me, then looking anywhere but at me.  "Scarlet, I..."