Stepbrother With Benefits 18 (Third Season) (12 page)

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e talk
about the plan after that. I feel... I don't really know, but I feel kind of emboldened? I wasn't sure at first, but when Ethan pulled me into his lap, giving everyone an open show of what our relationship is, it made me feel proud in a way.

Admittedly I'm not sure I should feel this way. He kind of grabbed my hips and the curves of my butt a little and ground me against his pants-covered cock, but no one could see that, so I think it's fine. Really, though, I don't know how he does it. An erection already, Ethan? Um...

The kiss was perfect, too. Maybe a little forward, but I liked it. It wasn't Ethan's usual kind of kiss, which I think we're mostly reserving for when we're behind closed doors. It was still a very wonderful kiss, and the fact that he didn't worry about kissing me in front of everyone else made me feel special.

I want to be able to hold hands with him in public without feeling like we're doing anything wrong. I want to be able to cuddle and kiss and be playful with him, too. I know that most people won't even know he's my stepbrother, but if they do, or if they find out, I just...

I don't want it to change anything. I don't want Ethan to change the way he treats me because of how other people might think. I don't want to change how I am with him because of that, either.

We just might need to work on his wayward erections, though. Thankfully I know a few good ways to work on Ethan's erection...

I can't believe I just thought that. There's five other people in the room, Ashley! I remind myself of this, and I tell myself to calm down. It works, but only a little bit.

"Listen," Ethan says to everyone. "Before we get too far into this whole plan thing, I just want to say something."

Everyone just kind of stays quiet and looks at him, waiting.

"We're here to deal with Ashley's asshole ex-boyfriend, Jake. I get that. I'd happily kick his ass and be done with it, but I don't know if that's going to work in this case. It's also got to be Ashley's decision on what she wants to do, too. We can't just go around making plans to get back at him if they aren't the kind of plans she wants to do. She has the final word on everything, got it?"

Everyone nods, or says yes, or yeah, or generally seems to agree. Which is kind of strange to me. I've never been much of a leader before? I think I like it, though! It's more than a little exciting.

"Well, Scarlet had an idea that I liked," I tell him. "As a start, I guess."

"Sure, what is it?"

Scarlet clears her throat and starts talking excitedly. "We're doing this social media thing as a part of the art exhibit," she says. "It's like some voting thing."

"Real fucking descriptive there," Ethan says, interrupting her.

"Hey, fuck you," she says. "Look, it's kind of like how there's a prom king and queen in high school, right? You vote on them or whatever the fuck, and then they go get their crowns and stuff. This is like that, but it's part of a comedy play we're doing. There'll be three people invited to perform as a fun improv sort of thing, and they get cool bonus stuff at the exhibit, too."

"It's a story about a fairy king and queen," I tell Ethan. "The other person is an evil knight who kidnaps the queen. The king and the knight have a battle scene with wooden swords."

"Yeah," Scarlet says. "The king is supposed to win, and then he gets the queen, so the people who get voted to play those parts get to be the king and queen at a fun little festival feast thing. The feast is just going to be in the college cafeteria. The knight loses, but he gets cool swag and stuff, too. That's how the play goes, but the people who get voted into the spots can just make shit up and say whatever lines they want. It's supposed to be kind of silly and fun, play acting, all that."

"Right," Ethan says. "I get it. So Ashley will be the queen and I'll be the king, I guess? If we can get voted. I don't even understand this idea. Is Jake going to be the knight or something? I get to kick his ass with a wooden sword?"

"Maybe if you'd let me finish the fucking explanation, you'd understand what's going on," Scarlet says, glaring at him.

"Whatever," Ethan says, grumbling. "Go ahead."

"Ashley's the queen, yeah. You're the knight, though. Jake is the king."

I like Ethan. I just want to say that now, because, um... I do like him. Really, I love him. He's just kind of crazy sometimes. Like right now. He stands up, with me still in his lap. I cling to him so I don't fall, and he
does
hold me, but, um... then he puts me down. He spins, sits me on his bed, unwraps my fingers from behind his neck and my legs from around his waist, then he turns around again and stares at Scarlet.

"That's a terrible fucking idea," he says. "I'm not going to fucking lose some fake fight in a play so that Jake gets to be the King with Ashley. Are you fucking insane?"

To his benefit, Ethan says all of this while being mostly calm. Yes, he kind of looks like he's about to kick Caleb's ass. This is probably because Scarlet is sitting in Caleb's lap, and I'm pretty sure Ethan wouldn't ever actually fight a girl. I feel sort of bad for Caleb, though. Especially considering Scarlet seems ready to pounce on Ethan and wrestle with him.

Well, nope! You can't do that, Scarlet. Only I can wrestle with Ethan. Just me.

"Ethan, can you please listen to the rest of the plan?" I ask him.

He looks over his shoulder at me. I give him wide, flirty eyes, and I even bat my eyelashes at him and pout my lips a little.

"Pretty please?" I ask again.

"Yeah, sit the fuck down before I wreck you, bro," Scarlet says, sticking out her foot and kicking Ethan's thigh.

Ethan, um... oh no...

He turns around. He stares down at Scarlet. She stares up at him. I think they're both going to kill each other. I'm sorry, Caleb. I tell him this with my eyes, because there's nothing else I can do. I'm sorry that you'll never have a chance to ask Scarlet on a date. If it makes you feel better, I'm about to lose my first serious boyfriend, too, so...

Then they just start laughing at each other. I'm not sure what's going on. I think they broke each other. I've heard of this before. When you deal with too much stress and anxiety, you just kind of snap, and sometimes people end up laughing for no reason.

Ethan sits down, attentive. I cuddle close to him, just in case, um... I don't know. Do I need a reason to cuddle with my boyfriend? Nope!

"Sorry, Ethan," Scarlet says. "I'm really hungry."

"Someone said there was going to be some fucking pizza or something, but I don't see it..."

"Please don't kill each other," Caleb says.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Caleb?" Ethan says to him. "Scarlet and I are bros."

"Anyways, let's get back to the plan," Scarlet says. "You're going to be the knight, so Jake thinks he's going to win automatically. Ashley will be the queen, and Jake will be a smug little bitch, thinking she'll have to spend time with him at the festival or whatever the fuck. Except we've already planned it out where you're going to win against the king and flip the script around. You won't be an evil knight, you'll be saving the queen from the king, because he's a dick."

"I guess that's not a bad plan, but I have a question," Ethan says. When Scarlet nods at him, he asks, "How close are the king and queen in this play? There's no fucking erotic art sex video scenes or anything, right?"

"Are you fucking stupid?" Scarlet asks him. "No, there's not. We've got it all covered."

"Just tell me the fucking plan, Scarlet. Stop with the coy art shit."

"Jake's going to be the fake king. The knight is the real king, who shows up to reclaim his throne. That's about it. You just have to say some funny stuff. It should be easy."

"I never say funny stuff," he says. "I'm super fucking serious all the fucking time."

T
here's more
to this plan. A little more. I mean, fuck, it's an alright plan. I guess Ashley's in. I don't know how this is going to get back at Jake, but I'll figure it out. It should be humiliating at least. Knock that asshole down a peg or two, right? And in front of the whole school, no less.

"I'm going to fix the votes, too," Jefferson says, chiming in with his contribution. "I hacked into the voting system so that it adds votes every so often for Ashley, you, and Jake. By the time they announce the winners, you three should be the highest."

"Alright, so I guess that's covered, but... I don't fucking know, guys. Is that enough?" I turn to Ashley, smiling at her. I'm trying to smile and be strong, but I'm worried, too. That last feeling is real fucking weird. I don't think I've ever really worried about a lot of things, but I'm worried about Ashley. I'm worried about this, and if it's good enough.

"I think it's enough for that part," she says, mysterious as fuck. "We have some other plans, but I don't know if I want to tell you about them. I... um..."

"What the fuck, tell me," I say.

"Ethan, please don't. Don't ask me to, and don't try to make me tell you, and don't get upset at me for not telling you. Please? Just trust me..."

Yeah, well, I want to. What the fuck else can I say? I want to trust her. It's not even that I don't trust her, because I do. It's just, uh...

I remember one of her other plans. Maybe you remember it, too. The one where she decided it was a real fucking good idea to buy a plane ticket and go visit Jake, to give in to his blackmailing after she accidentally texted him a naked selfie?

Yeah, uh... pretty fucking sure that was a bad plan. No offense, Princess, but it was. I don't tell her that, and I don't bring it up now, but it's true. I don't want her trying to do something dangerous like that again.

Except she kind of did. I guess. Maybe fucking sort of? The coffee shop? To be fair, she punched the fucker in the balls then or something, so I can't exactly say it was the worst idea ever, but I'm still not a fan of doing dangerous shit like that.

What if she didn't punch him in the balls? You can't always punch someone in the balls. What if they wear a cup? I play football, so I know about wearing cups, and if it can protect my balls from some huge fucking defensive lineman who wants to take me out, then I'm pretty fucking sure it can protect you from a punch in the balls. Yeah, you might still end up with a bruise around your groin if you take a direct hit, but at least your testicles are safe.

Which is usually good, but not if Jake has a cup to protect him from Ashley punching him in the balls again. Then it's bad. I think this makes perfect fucking sense.

Apparently it doesn't matter what I think, though.

The pizza is here. Ron and Jefferson go get it. Caleb and Scarlet head back to Caleb's room quick to grab something, too. I'm here with Ashley.

And Brittany. Not sure how I feel about that one.

"Hey, so, what the fuck was up with that picture you guys sent me?" I ask Brittany.

"I didn't send you a picture!" she says, feigning innocence. "Did Ashley send you a picture? That's interesting..."

Alright, let's try this again.

"Hey, so, Princess, what the fuck was up with that picture you guys sent me?" I ask her.

"Um... what picture are you referring to?" she asks, all coy and demure.

She knows damn well what picture I mean, but I guess I'll help jog her memory.

"You know, the one where you, Brittany, and Scarlet are all on your knees in front of Little Ethan version 2.0 with your mouths open and your tongues out."

"Ohhh...
that
picture..." she mutters, trailing off.

"Little Ethan version 2.0?" Brittany asks, lifting one brow and staring at me. "It didn't seem that little to me..."

"Brittany!" Ashley says, glaring at her. "Shush!"

"Ugh. Fine!"

"I, um... I just wanted to tease you," Ashley says to me. "I don't know. Are you mad?"

I shrug. "I'm kind of wondering why you three were hanging out with my cock, to be completely fucking honest."

"It fell out of my bag! I didn't mean to do it."

"I'm just not sure how I feel about three girls pretending to suck my cock," I add. "I'm real fucking conflicted."

"It's
mine
," Ashley says, defensive. "Only I get to suck it."

"Sorry, Ethan," Brittany says, probably a lot more serious than I've ever heard from her. "It was kind of my idea. I just thought it'd be funny to tease you while you were in class. It wasn't supposed to mean anything. I don't want you to think Scarlet and I are trying to cause any issues with your relationship. I think you and Ashley are cute together."

Ashley doesn't say anything. I don't think she's completely innocent in this. I'm not even trying to be a dick here, because, uh... fuck, I don't think I'd mind three girls giving me a blowjob at the same time. Would any guy mind? If they say yes, I think they're lying. It's not about minding, though. It's about...

"We've got rules," I tell Brittany. "It's... kind of complicated, I guess. One of the rules is that I won't sleep with other girls while we're doing what we're doing."

"Doing what you're doing?" Brittany asks, smirking. "That's a funny way to put it."

"Um... we were trying out a stepbrother with benefits relationship after Jake broke up with me and I went home for summer vacation," Ashley says. "For a week. That's actually rule number one, that it's only supposed to be for a week, but then we got rid of that rule later."

"Oooohhhhhhhh," Brittany says, intrigued. "I like it."

"Yeah, so one of the rules is that I won't sleep with other girls, and it's a pretty fucking obvious rule to have if you're dating, so we're sticking with that," I tell her, trying to sound stern and serious. "I appreciate the picture, because if I'm being honest it was sexy as fuck, but I'm sorry, I'm not going to have a threesome with you."

"I can't even begin to tell you how devastated I am," Brittany says, but she doesn't even fucking sound remotely devastated. What a liar.

I'm about to call her out on that, but Ashley distracts me.

"Did you like the picture, though?" she asks.

"Uh... I think this is a trick question," I tell her.

"Nope. I just... I was thinking about it, and you remember how we talked about, um... stuff..."

"Princess, we talk about a lot of stuff," I say, because we do. "You're going to have to be a little more specific."

She blushes and sneaks close, whispering into my ear. "About the double penetration stuff with you and Little Ethan."

"Oh, fuck, yes. I remember that stuff," I tell her.

"I don't remember any stuff," Brittany says, pouting.

Well, it's not even your fucking stuff, Brittany, so cut out that pouting bullshit. Get your own stuff. I don't say that, because it's kind of mean, but whatever. It's the truth.

"I feel like you're being left out," Ashley says to me, nodding twice. "I don't know if we can do that, because it's not fair, right? I can have two, but what about you? I'm not saying I want to, because I don't think I do, but... I feel bad."

"Hold up," I say. "Let me get this straight. You feel bad about having orgasms?"

Brittany gives us both a look. It's a very deer-caught-in-headlights kind of look, with a lot of blinking. I think her pupils are dilated, too. "Um, should I leave or what?" she asks.

"Let's ask Brittany," Ashley says to me. "She can help."

"I'm not going to agree with Brittany joining you in giving me a blowjob."

"Whoa, hold on a second!" Brittany says, backing away. She gets about two inches, because her back is to the wall. "I didn't sign up for this."

"Ethan, that's not what I was saying!" Ashley says, hitting my shoulder. "I meant about the... the double things... maybe she knows?"

"I don't think she fucking knows, Princess." Better safe than sorry, though, I guess. "Hey, Brittany, have you ever been fucked by two guys at once? One in the ass and one in the pussy?"

"Ummmm..." she mumbles, something something, blah blah.

"See? She knows, Ethan," Ashley says. "Ethan and I were, um... we were thinking of doing that, but just with us. And with the dildo. Do you think that would be--"

Which is about as far as Ashley gets, because Brittany drops a bomb after that.

"I'm a virgin, actually," she says. "Sorry, um..."

I stare. Ashley stares. We both stare. Is there anyone else in the room? Maybe a fucking ghost or something? If so, pretty sure the ghost stares, too. Holy fuck.

"No fucking way," I say. "Are you for real?"

"I think I'd know if I had sex with anyone before, Ethan," Brittany says, hands on her hips.

"Wow," Ashley says. "That's crazy. Are you sure... um... maybe you forgot?"

"Princess, I don't think people forget having sex," I tell her.

"I definitely didn't forget," Brittany says. "I mean, I hope I'd remember, at least. It's supposed to be a pretty big thing, right?"

"We can help you," Ashley says. "Ethan, we'll help her. Um... not like that. Not like that, Ethan!"

I get hit, because. Fuck if I know why. She's the one saying that we're going to help Brittany lose her virginity. Don't fucking blame me for making it sound bad, Princess! You did that all on your own.

"I don't need help, you guys," Brittany says, shy and mumbling. "I mean, thanks for worrying, I guess. I'm just waiting, you know?"

"Oh," Ashley says, smiling. "I understand. Sorry, um..."

"It's alright," Brittany says, smiling back.

"I guess if you want to know what it's like, you can borrow Little Ethan, but don't tell Scarlet."

"What the fuck?" I say. "You're not letting Brittany borrow my cock, Princess. Sorry, but I'm going to have to put my foot down on that one."

"Ethan, it's for a good cause!"

"I'll get another kit! We can make a fucking copy of Caleb's cock and let her borrow that."

"That's just weird!"

"Pretty fucking sure it's not as weird as your idea," I counter.

"I have my own vibrator, you know?" Brittany says. Oh, right, she's still here.

"Is it a good one, though?" Ashley asks. "Do you like it?"

"Um, yes? It vibrates, so I think that's the important part."

"Should I leave the room while you two have girl talk or what?" I ask.

By that, I mean... can we stop talking about this? That's what I meant, but I'm trying to be polite, alright? It's a new thing I'm trying out. Sometimes it works.

Not this time.

"That might be a good idea," Ashley tells me.

This isn't at all what I expected. Because, uh... yeah... this is
my
room. Fuck.

"I changed my mind," I say. "Look, can we just talk about this later? It's not a big deal. My mind is kind of blown right now, because I could have fucking sworn Brittany had sex with some guys last year, but who the fuck knows."

"If you two want to talk with me about it, then that's cool," Brittany says. "I'd... I'd love someone to talk to. Everyone's really judgy, you know? Just don't tell anyone, alright? I don't want guys trying to flirt with me just to take my virginity or anything. I know that's a thing you guys talk about sometimes. Not you, Ethan. I know you wouldn't. It's just... yup."

"Yeah, it's cool. Let's just go have pizza and get on the plane. Alright? Let's just..." I don't even know.

Holy fuck. I'm trying to stay calm, but seriously, holy fuck. Brittany is a virgin? Fucking weird, man. Who knew?