Stepbrother With Benefits 18 (Third Season) (16 page)

He devours my pussy. I'm delicious as fuck, aren't I? Ethan's certainly hungry at the moment, too. His fingers curl around my curves, squeezing into my ass, while he licks and laps at my pussy. He drinks in my arousal while he traces along the curves of my labia and up towards my clit, doing anything and everything to get me to give him more.

Yes, well, my body is certainly happy to oblige. He can have as much of my arousal as he wants. In fact, um...

I'm close. Very close. I just... I need to...

His balls feel heavy in my hand. Definitely not as soft and fluffy as before. I squeeze them gently with one hand while I wrap my other hand around his leg, holding on tight. I keep myself on his cock, as deep as I can, all the way. Ethan thrusts up and down in my mouth, bucking his hips against me, but I don't let go. This is like some sort of sexual bull ride or something. I bounce atop him while he writhes and bucks beneath him, both of us very very close to losing control, if we haven't already.

I don't know which of us cums first. To be completely honest, I don't care, either. Ethan's legs tense, his cock flexing and throbbing in my mouth. Jet after jet of his sticky cream splashes directly into my throat. I swallow and swallow, loving the feeling of him in my throat.

I cum, too. My body spasms, but Ethan holds me tight to him, his hands gripping my ass. I feel his tongue inside me, tasting me, while my orgasm squeezes against it. His lips press hard against mine in some obscene version of a kiss. When I start to think that's enough, or maybe even more than enough, Ethan pushes me further. He slides his tongue up and down my slit, covering himself in my arousal, then he taps and twirls the tip against my clit.

Tap tap twirl. My body jumps at the taps, and shudders at the twirls. My clit throbs and pounds beneath his tongue, and then when he swirls the tip of his tongue around the outer edge, following the arousal-slick lines of my hood...

Um, yes. Definitely a yes!

I feel so sensitive and sweet, my pussy absolutely adoring the sensation, my body knowing the full pleasure of being delicious as fuck, as Ethan said. I'm definitely not going to complain about that one. If Ethan's ever hungry like this again, um... I'm here. I'll help.

I think that's what good girls do, right? They help. I will help you, Ethan, don't worry!

Ethan's cock softens and slides out of my mouth. I kiss it gently, then again, licking at his partially erect shaft. I squeeze his balls one last time before moving to hold onto his shaft. I lick and clean him, kissing and sucking. You're pretty delicious as fuck yourself, Ethan Colton.

I tell him as much. "I like how you taste," I say. "I don't know why you taste so good, but I like it."

Ethan licks at my sensitive, cloud-puffy pussy lips. "It's my diet," he says, serious, except maybe not quite? "You know how pineapple is supposed to make it taste better or something? I'm pretty fucking sure your arousal is the same, Princess. I need to keep eating you out all the fucking time. It's good for my health."

"I definitely don't want you to be unhealthy," I say, grinning. "I'm not sure I trust the science behind this, though. You're going to have to show me some scientific proof or I don't know if I can believe you."

"It's new science," he says, kissing my inner thigh. "I'm doing a study on it now. Real fucking detailed study. The first of its kind."

"Oh?" I ask. Then um... "Ohhhh," because he presses his tongue hard against my clit and licks all the way up my slit. "I'll... I'll definitely, um... stuff! I'll help you with stuff!" I manage to say.

"Oh yeah?" he asks. He pulls one palm away from my ass, then smacks it hard. "I just wanted to look at the sky with you, Princess. Look what you're doing to me? Now I kind of want to have a round two in a second..."

"I..."

I'm about to agree. I would like a round two, please. I never meant to fall for Ethan's kidnapping seduction on an airplane, but I sort of fell for it, so why not keep falling?

This isn't a bad idea, except we're actually kind of falling now. The plane descends, or it's been descending for awhile, and suddenly we touch ground. We bounce, and bounce again, victims of the plane landing. It's not exactly rough or anything, and all things considered I think this is a pretty uneventful landing, but...

"We're supposed to be wearing our seatbelts!" I hiss at Ethan.

"I'm your seatbelt, Princess," Ethan says, wrapping his arms around me.

"You're not a seatbelt, you're a bad boy, and you need to stop corrupting me," I tell him.

"Hey, you're the one that decided to tell me why you thought a cloud reminded you of my cock, and in real fucking intimate detail. I didn't start this, Princess. I just wanted to cuddle with you."

"Oh, sure, that's
exactly
what you wanted," I say. Full sarcasm intended!

"Yeah, well, I needed to get away from Scarlet being crazy as fuck talking about how amazing
Frozen
is, too," he says. "I didn't plan this, Princess. I'm pretty fucking happy with how it turned out, but..."

I roll off of Ethan. We're on the ground, and the plane is coasting now, so I think we're safe. Also, we're on a bed, sort of, so I think we're extra safe. Granted, I don't know full aviation protocol for this kind of thing, but I don't think we have a lot to worry about.

"How delicious am I, though?" I ask him. "I mean, um... really. Not just the sexy kind of delicious. Do I taste good? Because I do like how you taste. Is that weird?"

"Nah," he says, sitting up and kissing me quick. "I don't know how to explain it, but you taste nice. It's like, uh... a fucking... silky smooth sweetness or something. Not too sweet, but just sweet enough. Makes me want more all the fucking time, especially when I've just had a taste. If you want me to be completely fucking honest with you, Princess, it's perfect."

"I think I just tasted it on your lips," I say, then I blush as soon as I realize what I just said. I did not mean to say that! "Um... you just kissed me after I had your cock in my mouth," I add, because I'm really good at saying things today.

"I don't fucking care," he says, jerking his head at me, my tough, doesn't give a fuck, bad boy. "It's my cock. We have an understanding when it comes to you."

"Oh? Do you have rules, too?" I ask, laughing.

"Yeah, but they're a secret, Princess. I don't know if I should tell you. He might get pissed off."

"Awww, that wouldn't be good," I say, reaching towards Ethan's lap and patting his cock. "Would you get mad at me?" I ask it.

"Oh, he's getting pretty fucking angry, Princess. Keep that shit up and you'll be on the receiving end of that anger real fucking quick..."

"Ethan, we're at the airport! We need to get dressed. I can't believe we did that. Everyone's going to think we're weird."

Which, they do. I know this because...

"Hey, are you two being fucking weird in there or what?" Scarlet asks from the hall outside, pounding on the door.

"Scarlet! They're probably just looking at the clouds," Brittany says to her. "Leave them alone."

"You're just saying that so you have more time to look through Ashley's bag for Ethan's--"

I don't listen to the rest. Ugh! I scramble to get dressed, putting my panties and jeans back on quick. Shoes, too! Except I'm missing a sock. How did I even lose a sock? What the heck! I find it while Ethan laughs at me and gets dressed, too. Once we're both fully clothed again and hopefully looking presentable, I unlock and open the bedroom door quick.

Everyone's staring at me. Brittany's not even trying to go through my bag to find my Little Ethan dildo, either. Wow. I've been tricked. I can't believe this.

"Told you that'd work," Brittany says with a grin.

"Don't be mean to me," I say, mumbling.

"We're here, by the way," Scarlet says.

Yes. We're here. In less than an hour, we'll be back at my college campus. The beginning of the end.

I hope that's what this is, at least. I hope everything works out. I really really hope so...

I
'm sitting
on Caleb's bed, just minding my own business, when suddenly he bursts into the room. Yeah, I mean, so it's Caleb, and I guess he's allowed to burst into his own dorm room, but what the fuck, man? I jump up, startled, and stare at him. He closes the door quick, then looks me straight in the eye.

"I think Ethan and Ashley were just having sex in the shower," he says.

Alright. I'll bite. "Why do you think that?" I ask.

"Uh, well, I just saw them both sneaking out of the bathroom together."

Oh shit. "What if they were just going to the bathroom?" I ask.

"They had towels and their hair was wet."

"Oh."

"Yeah..."

We're quiet for a second, both looking at each other, but not really looking, you know? Kind of just staring off into space, or looking through each other, or whatever the fuck you want to call it. I'm thinking, that's what I'm doing. I guess Caleb is thinking, too, but I'm too busy doing my own thinking to worry about that.

"How the fuck does that even work?" I ask him.

"I don't know," he says. "The doors aren't locked or anything, so I guess you just walk into the bathroom. You need to make sure no one sees you, too. They're lucky I was the only one who saw them coming out."

"No, not that," I say. "I mean, um... sex. In the shower. Shower sex, right? How's that work?"

Caleb gives me this incredulous look. Well, you know what, Caleb? If you're a fucking shower sex expert, stop looking at me like that and give me the details.

"I have no idea," he says. "I've never had sex in a shower before."

Wow. Really? Wow. I can't even believe this. First he looks at me like that, and then he tells me he doesn't even know? Wow.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Caleb asks me.

"Why are
you
looking at
me
like that?" I counter.

"I'm not!" he says.

"Oh yeah, you definitely are," I tell him.

"Well... I don't know. I mean, sex is sex, right? It doesn't matter if you're in the shower or not. It's still sex. I guess that's how it works."

"First off, no," I say. Just no. Fuck no. I'm no fucking sexpert or anything, but I know a couple things, and... no. "Regular sex is horizontal, Caleb. You do it when you're lying down. You don't just lay down in the shower, do you?"

"Huh, uh... yeah, probably not. I guess you'd be standing up," he says, considering the implications. "Wait! You don't always have sex when you're lying down, Scarlet. Sometimes it's doggystyle or something. I guess that's kind of still horizontal for the girl, except the guy isn't. He's vertical. Or if the girl's on top, that's the same but opposite, with the guy being horizontal and the girl vertical."

"The girl can be on top and still be horizontal," I tell him. "If she leans over."

"Oh yeah, that's true."

"I think both people are vertical in the shower, though," I say. "I think we can both agree on that, right?"

"Maybe we should look it up just in case?" he offers.

And... um... yeah. We decide to do that. Caleb comes over to his bed after taking his shoes off and he sits down next to me. I use my laptop, putting it between both of us, kind of half on one of my legs and the other half on his. We collaborate this way, doing shower sex research. I go to Google first and type that in.

Shower sex

Pretty fucking simple, right? That's what you'd think. You'd be dead fucking wrong, though.

"What the hell?" Caleb says. "Does that say the ten best shower sex positions? I didn't even know there were ten sex positions total, let alone shower sex positions."

"Oh, Caleb," I say, shaking my head.

"Shut up, Scarlet," he says, glaring at me. "Name ten right now. Don't look it up. I bet you can't even do it."

"Fuck off," I say. I can totally do it! I...

I have no fucking clue if I can do it, but I'm going to try it now and hope for the best. Let's see how this goes.

"There's, um... missionary," I say. "Doggystyle. There's... there's the girl on top. That's cowgirl, right? And then reverse. Reverse cowgirl. There's... there's like, doggystyle, but with the girl's face a lot lower and her chest down with her ass in the air. Um... there's missionary but with the guy kind of sitting up and the girl's legs in the air. I think that's different, right? Pretty fucking sure that's different so it counts."

"Yeah, sure," he says. "That's only six, though. You need four more."

Fuck.

"I don't want to destroy your innocence by telling you the last four," I say to him. "They're too hardcore for you, Caleb."

He rolls his eyes at me and groans. "See?" he says. "I'm not the only one. I--" He trails off for a second and stares at my laptop screen. "Wait, what the hell? What's that?"

He points. I click the link. It's...

Well, it's shower sex related, that's for sure. When you search for shower sex on Google, Google definitely doesn't disappoint you there. It's pretty fucking straightforward, really. It's just, ummm...

"Super grip suction mount handle and safe grip foot rest," Caleb says, reading the product description out loud.

I don't know why the fuck he's reading the product description when there's a picture right under it. The image shows a man and a woman partaking in some shower sex, which apparently involves the super grip suction mount handle and safe grip foot rest. The woman's foot is up on the footrest, back to the wall, giving the guy easy access to some sexy shower action, and then they're both holding onto the handle.

This is safe as fuck, apparently. Because, yeah, having sex in the shower sounds kind of dangerous now that I think about it. It's all fucking... slippery and shit. There's soap, too. Slippery sex is really fun, though. Better than not slippery sex. Look, like I said before, I'm not exactly a sexpert or anything, but I want to be slippery when I'm having sex.

Caleb's good at that. I can definitely get slippery for him. Aroused. Wet. Whatever the fuck you want to call it.

Slippery sounds kind of cute, though, don't you think? If you don't, well, fuck you. I think it does.

"So that's how that works," Caleb says, nodding a few times. He just keeps fucking nodding, and then blushing, trying not to stare at the picture.

It's cool. I can stare at the picture for the both of us. It's not like you can even see the dude's cock. It's more like softcore porn than anything. It's still pretty hot, though.

"We should try it," I say.

"What, now?" he asks.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Uh, we're in my room, for one," he says. "Second, we don't have a--" He takes a second to look at the product description in front of us again. "We don't have a super grip suction mount handle and safe grip foot rest."

"You know who else probably doesn't have a fucking super grip suction mount handle and safe grip foot rest?" I ask him. I don't wait for him to answer, though. "Ethan and Ashley. Bam! What now, Caleb?"

He furrows his eyebrows and stares at me hard. "This isn't a competition, Scarlet."

"Sorry, but I'm really competitive sometimes, and I just want to try this out. It's not like we have to have actual sex. I just want to see how it works. The logistics or whatever. Like, um... you know, just the logistics or whatever. The fucking logistics, Caleb. That's it."

"Is this for your movie or what?" he asks. "Artistic shower sex scene?"

Oh, yeah, fuck. The movie. I completely forgot about that. Um... that's a good reason, though. Why the fuck else would Caleb and I have shower sex? I can't think of any other reasons, so I'm going to say it's because of the movie.

"Yes," I tell him, nodding. I nod again. He just keeps looking at me weird, though.

"How are we going to film in the shower, though?" he asks. "Won't the camera get wet?"

"Caleb, can you please shut the fuck up for a second and help me figure out shower sex?"

"I just think it's a bad idea," he says. "We're going to die. I don't want to die over some stupid shower sex, Scarlet."

"You're not going to die. You're just being a baby. Just, um... just..."

We fight. I try to wrestle with him, except this is a really fucking terrible idea because my laptop's in the way. It's not in the way for long, because Caleb helps me move it, except now I've lost the element of surprise. Caleb wins, because he's an asshole. I try to wriggle free and pin him to the bed, except he gets me pinned in about two seconds flat instead.

"Caleb," I say, while I'm helpless to do anything else. "Please? I love you."

"Why do you always say that when you want me to do something?" he asks.

"What, you don't love me? I thought we were best friends. I've known you since we were two. I thought that meant something."

"Come on, Scarlet. Really?"

"Remember when I used to share my Cheerios with you?" I ask him, getting all pouty and batting my eyelashes at him. I'm not really into that kind of thing, but it's fun doing it to Caleb.

"You still share your Cheerios with me," he says.

"Yeah, that's true. You know those honey nut ones? Fuck, those are good. Where's your mom get them? I really like them."

"The store?" he says, flat. "She gets them at the grocery store. They're probably at every grocery store ever, Scarlet."

"Whatever," I say, looking away from him. This is the kicker. "I love you, and I share my honey nut Cheerios with you, and you won't even--"

I don't even get to finish, or I guess I don't even have to finish. Caleb lets me up. He mumbles something while he's doing it, but he does it.

"Yay, I win!" I say, jumping up out of his bed. "Alright, let's, um... let's just figure this the fuck out, alright?"

Shower sex. I got this.