Stepbrother With Benefits #9 (Second Season) (3 page)

"If you were in a tent with me, what would you want to do?" I ask him, coy.

He shakes his head, grinning, and sighs.

I sneak my hand closer to him, and rest it on his thigh.  He glances down quick, looking at his leg and my hand, then he looks over at me, curious.

Acting innocent, I simply rub my hand back and forth, massaging his thigh.  He shrugs and goes back to driving, paying attention to the road.  I let him think that I'm not doing anything suspicious for a few seconds, and then I move into action.

My hand caresses up and down his thigh.  Then in, towards his crotch, and, well... I squeeze a little.  I can feel his cock twitch in response, tightening in his shorts.  Ethan shifts in the seat, getting more comfortable.

"Hope you didn't forget rule number nineteen," he says, giving me a sidelong glance.  "Don't start what you can't finish, Princess."

I grin at him.  "You think I can't finish it?" I ask.

"Nah," he says.  "You do whatever you want.  Follow your heart's desires, remember?"

"You keep saying that, but you always say it when it's me trying to do something sexy to you," I say.

"It's pretty good advice," he counters.  "Can't argue with the results, either.  It seems to have worked out so far."

"For you," I tell him.  "It seems to have worked out for you.  First you get a blowjob, and now you're trying to convince me to give you a handjob while you're driving."

"I mean, why stop at a handjob?" he asks.  "Go for gold, right?  Go big or go home."

"Um..."

Was he saying what I thought he was?  A blowjob... while he's driving?  I don't even know how that works, except...

I take a quick glance at what I have to work with here.  Ethan's seat is definitely far enough back that I
could
give him a blowjob, but he's driving, which I'm not sure is very safe.  I guess giving him a handjob while he's driving isn't very safe, either, though.  Doing any sex stuff while in a moving vehicle is probably not the safest thing to do, but I kind of want to do it.  Do
something
.  I'm not sure what yet.

I decide to do a little... just a little!  Ethan is wearing shorts, so that makes this easier, too.  I sneak my hand through the leg of his shorts and fidget my way up until I can feel his cock.  Except he's wearing underwear.  This isn't going to work.  I tempt and tease him a little, still, caressing his ever-hardening cock with my fingers until I can see an obvious bulge in the front of his shorts.

I pull my hand back out, and Ethan grunts.

"So much for rule nineteen," he says.  "Can't even follow your own—"

Before he finishes, I reach over and unbutton and unzip his shorts, then tug them a little down.  Ethan lifts up his hips and helps me get them further.  His foot gets heavier on the gas as he does, and the car engine roars a little louder.

"Ethan!  Pay attention to the road!"

"I'm paying attention!  What the fuck?"

"Well... be careful," I say.  "If I'm going to do this, I don't want you to crash.  We have to do this safe, alright?"

"I know how to drive," he says, glaring at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh yeah?" I say.  "I know how to give a handjob, too.  I've done it before."

"Who the fuck to?" he asks.

"You, duh."

"Yeah, I meant who else?" he asks.

"Um... no one else, really."

It's basically true, too.  I can't say I didn't try, but it never really worked out.  Now I'm kind of glad it didn't, either.  It's weird, maybe, but Ethan is a lot more fun, if that makes sense.  He's more interested in me and him and us together.  I like exploring with him.  I guess it's just me exploring, but I still like it because it's with him.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask him.

"Yeah, you literally just did," he says.

"Shut up," I say, slapping at his thigh.  His partially freed cock twitches in anticipation.  "I meant, um... is it always like this?  Sex and relationships and stuff.  Is it fun like this?"

"How am I supposed to know?" he asks.  "You're the first girl I've actually dated, Princess."

"I know," I say.  "That's not what I meant."

It's kind of weird to say, because in those regards I have more experience than Ethan?  Except that's not really true, either.  Yes, I've dated a couple of guys, but it wasn't very serious, and I want it to be serious with Ethan.  He's never really dated, I guess, but he's... he's done things, which is kind of the same, but different.

"No, it's not always like this," he says.  "Lots of guys are dicks, and they only think with their dicks.  Don't get me wrong, I want to fuck you hard every chance I get, but I want you to have a good time, too."

"I'm not sure there's a lot of guys like that," I tell him, truthful.  "I don't really know for sure, but it doesn't seem like it."

"It doesn't matter if there's a lot of guys like that," he says.  "You're with me and I'm like that, so that's all that matters, right?"

I laugh because he makes it sound so simple.  Is it, though?  I guess it might be.

"I was just kidding before, by the way," he says.  "Handjob in the car?  Probably not a great idea."

I don't think I like that.  I don't always like to admit it, but I'm kind of competitive, and I don't like being told I can't do something.  It's not the same as Ethan, who just um... ignores all of that and does whatever he wants.  It's more in an academic way, where if I know a class is difficult, I want to try harder to get a better grade.  Or if someone says that freshmen in college almost never get special internships with the professors, I want to try harder to get one.  I've always gotten good grades no matter what the class, and I even got a special internship for a few weeks my first year in college, so it makes sense that, um...

This is kind of the same, right?  Except, no, not really.  That's alright, though.

I reach over and pull at the waistband of Ethan's underwear with one hand, and reach past them with the other.  I grab his partially erect cock, except it's more erect than I thought.  It takes some work, but I manage to get it out and up and... well, it's very
up
right about now.  Quite a lot of
up
is going on between his legs, actually.

I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke slowly up and down.  He groans, his cock jerking and twitching in my hand, but he pays attention to the road and mostly seems to be driving safely.

"I'm not teasing you," I tell him.  "I'm just going slow because I don't want you to crash or anything."

He smirks, but it's short lived.  I stroke him a little quicker, and his smirk is replaced by an open-mouthed grunt of pleasure.  It's really kind of sexy, actually.  It's... I mean, I don't exactly listen to myself when I'm doing sexy things or having sex, but I know my moans are softer and um... more feminine, of course.  Ethan's grunts are harder and kind of rough.  I like the difference and the contrast there.  It's like we're opposites, but we go together really well.  Which... yes, we do.  Very
very
well...

"It feels fucking amazing," he says.  "For real, please don't stop."

"I won't, but be careful," I tell him.  "I don't know how we'd explain this to my mom and your dad."

He grunts and nods.  That's when I take deeper action and um... I don't even know what I'm doing.  I'm just kind of making this all up as I go.

I shift in my seat and then lean over to the side, moving my head low.  Ethan glances at me, confused for a second, except then I lick the head of his cock and he's not confused anymore.  I take him quickly into my mouth, rolling my tongue around his cockhead while stroking him up and down.  His hips move a little, almost bucking up, but he restrains himself.

I move back now, stroking my hand all the way up, then down to the base, bringing the recent wetness from my mouth and my tongue along with it.  Up, then down... slow and steady.  Ethan's cock grows even harder in my hand, the head a throbbing, angry purple color.

"Holy fuck..." he says.

"You like?" I ask.

"Damn fucking right I do," he says.

"Good," I say, continuing.

"Holy fucking... fuck!  Are you for real?  Seriously, what the fuck?"

This isn't anywhere near the same as before.  If anything, it's the opposite.  He sounds mad.  I stop stroking him for a second and look where he's looking.  It only takes a second to realize why he's mad.  The forest cleared awhile back and we're driving through the outskirts of a small town, except our parents have decided to stop at a rest area.  It's not much more than a gas station and a convenience store, but it means that we have to stop, too.  Which means that I have to stop, which means...

It's pretty obvious what that means, and I'm kind of upset about it, too!

I stroke Ethan a little more  until we slow down and pull over into the gas station, then I let him go.  He shifts and pulls his underwear up, sort of covering his erection, but it's not exactly an easy thing to cover when it's like that.

He rolls down the window as he drives up to our parents.  My mom rolls down her window, too, and Ethan's dad gets out of the stopped car.

"What's up?" Ethan asks.  "Why are we stopping?"

"Need to fill up the gas," my stepfather says.  "You two want anything while we're here?"

"I'll grab it," my mom says.  "Unless either of you wants to come in with me?  Do you need gas, too?"

I glance at the fuel gauge along with Ethan.  "We're basically full," he says.  "I filled it up the other day, and haven't really driven it since."

"My fault, then," Ethan's dad says.  "I should have filled the tank right after we left.  I didn't really think about it.  You two go get a snack or something, though.  It won't take long."

"Yeah, uh... about that..." Ethan says, glancing around.  "Looks like there's a bathroom in the back.  I'm going to go while we're here."

"Sure, sounds good."

Ethan rolls up the window and presses down on the gas again.  He drives quickly towards the rear of the convenience store.  There's certainly a bathroom back here—two, even—but he keeps driving past the doors and heads towards the rear of the back parking lot, mostly hidden from view of everything.  We can see through the parking lot, and people can probably see where we're parked, too, but they can't see much unless they get close.

"Back seat," Ethan says.  "Go.  Now."

"Um, what?" I ask him.

"I'm combining rule number two and rule number nineteen," he says, like he's thought this through perfectly.

Which... I guess he has?

When I tell you to come here, you come here
, and
we're only allowed to tease each other up to one intense moment of pleasure before the next time is the real deal.
  Um...

He doesn't have to ask me, twice.  I unbuckle my seatbelt and scramble through the middle divide between the front seats.  There's not much in the backseat except my packed bag of clothes and his, but I toss them both onto the floor in the back and now we have all the room in the world.  Ethan isn't far behind me, and then it doesn't take long for him to be in me, either.  Honestly, I don't even know how that happened?  One moment I have my shorts on, and the next moment they're pulled down to my ankles with my panties shoved aside, and there we go.

Ethan's very good at this bad boy thing, apparently.  He knows what he's doing, and he does it very well.

He grabs my thighs and pulls me back, letting me slide along the smooth back seats.  I'm laying sideways now, my head near one of the doors while my feet are by the other.  I still have my shoes on and my shorts cling to my ankles, but it makes no difference to Ethan.  He pulls down his underwear again, not even bothering to fully remove anything, and then he slips between my legs, and...

Mhm...

"Holy fuck, you feel amazing," he says after he thrusts inside of me.  He holds himself there, filling me completely.

I gasp and wriggle against him.  I... didn't expect this?  I mean, I knew he was hard, and I wanted to give him a handjob in the car, but I didn't exactly expect there to be any reciprocation here.  Not yet, at least.  We weren't planning on stopping until we got to the campground, because it's only a few hours away.  This is quite a welcome reprieve from the monotony of driving, though.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him even closer to me, deeper inside me.  My arms cling to his back and I grab at his shirt.  Ethan pushes down against me with his entire body and his lips latch onto mine, kissing me, frantic and obsessed.  I kiss him back and grab at his upper body and pull him with my legs.

Yes, well...
yes
...

Ethan grabs me, too.  He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight against him.  Powerful, he pulls out of me, then plunges back in, out, then in... out, and in.  It's harsh and fast, our bodies slapping together, the two of us slamming against the back seat of the car.  He's not even trying to hide what we're doing and I know the car is rocking beneath the weight of our bodies and his thrusts.  I slide my hips up to meet his constant, pounding cock, which only seems to intensify his sexual furor.

His lips are on my neck now, kissing and sucking.  I tilt my chin back and the top of my head pushes against the back door of the car.  Ethan reaches up and pulls my hair, pulls me closer to him.  His other hand goes down and grips my hip, keeping me steady so he can better...

Fuck
.  That's what we're doing right now.  Fucking, rutting, plain and simple, and oh my God it's the most amazing thing.

We've had sex in the car before.  At the drive-in movie theatre, when I gave Ethan a handjob during the movie, we had sex then, too.  That was careful and confined, though.  I sat in his lap and we did it like that, trying not to alert anyone nearby as to what we were doing.  We were supposed to be watching a movie, you know?  Now, though, um...

This is not careful, nor considerate, nor confined.  If anyone were to walk back behind the gas station convenience store for any reason, they'd see the car bouncing and they'd know exactly what was going on.