Stepbrother With Benefits #9 (Second Season) (6 page)

"Are you two doing better, though?" my dad asks again.  Apparently he can't keep this down.

"Dad, I don't know what you're asking, but I had a nice time hanging out with her while you guys were gone, so yeah, I guess we're adjusting or whatever you want to call it, and I guess we're doing better."

I'm not sure I want to say more.  I feel like I'd incriminate myself.  This is enough for now.

"What about that girl you're seeing?" my dad asks.  "Ashley met her, right?"

Fuck.  Uh... yeah... wow... how do I handle this one?  Fuck if I know.

"We all hung out together a lot," I say.  "You know, like swimming and all that.  Watching movies.  Pizza.  Whatever the fuck."

"I don't think doing 'whatever the fuck' is an actual activity, Ethan," my dad says.

"Sorry.  It's a bad habit."

"It's fine.  I'm used to it.  Let's just try to calm it down in front of the girls, alright?"

Yeah... I'm anything but calm around Ashley, though.  You think I say "fuck" a lot, Dad?  Pretty sure if I had the opportunity, I'd be doing it with Ashley a whole lot more than saying it.  But what do I know?  Going to have to calm that down, too.  I doubt that's kosher what with uh... yeah, these tents are only going to be twenty feet apart, if that.

Can you keep quiet at night, Princess?  If I sneak into your tent, you promise not to moan too loud?  Because, you know what?  I don't think you can keep that promise, and I'm going to do everything within my power to make sure you don't, so...

My dad gets a hammer to pound one of the corner stakes for the tent into the ground while I hold up this side and have impure as fuck thoughts about my stepsister.  Also, I look over at her, too, because I kind of want to check out her ass.  Sexy as fuck, that's what that is.

I can't see it, though.  I can see her just fine, but not her ass.  Her and her mom are talking quietly about something or other, I don't even know.  The tent isn't going up very well, but I have a sneaking suspicion they aren't even trying anymore.  Yeah, yeah, don't worry, we'll come save you two damsels in tent distress.  I'll rescue you, Princess.  Just call me Ethan, the tent-slayer.  I get that this makes no sense, but whatever.  I'm busy holding this tent, and I'll help them out after.

Except Ashley's got other plans.  I knew she was smart, but I didn't realize the full extent of it, I guess.  I sort of just figured she used her powers of intelligence for the greater good, you know?

Nah.  This girl is devious as fuck...

She notices me watching and winks at me, then holds a finger up to her lips, telling me to keep quiet.  You got it, Princess.  No words from me.  She sneaks over to the firepit we set up before, where my dad left his spare hunting knife.  He was just using it to scrape shavings from a piece of wood so he could light a fire easier later.

Ashley doesn't care about the fire, or proper knife usage.  She slinks back to the tent, all while me and her mom watch her, and then she pokes through it.  Yeah, uh, what the fuck?  Slices right through the tent, then tosses the knife back towards the firepit, and pulls the tent apart.  The sound of it ripping practically roars through our campsite, catching my dad's attention.  He's done pounding that stake in and he jumps up and looks at me.

"What was that?  Did the tent rip?" he asks.

I shrug.  "Nah, not over here."

"Oh no!" Ashley says, super exaggerated.

She stares at the tent, and her mom does the same thing.  They both look crazy to me.  These crazy women are just stabbing and ripping tents.  Seriously, who does that?

"It ripped..." Ashley's mom says, sounding devastated.  She is totally not even devastated.  They planned this.  These people are insane.

"What?" my dad says, buying into it.  I don't want to say he's gullible, but, uh... if the bikini fits?  Yeah, I think shoes are a better choice here.  Ashley was right.

He rushes over to inspect the tent they were working on, and sure enough it's ripped.  I could have told him as much, because I saw it happen, but whatever.  I go over, too, just because I feel like I should.  Someone's got to bring back the sanity, right?  Never thought I'd see the day when it was me doing it, though.

"We've only got two tents now," Ashley says, sort of frown-pouting.  I don't know what you call that, but it's cute as fuck.

"This is bad," her mom says.  "What do we do?"

You don't stab and rip your tent!  Duh!

"It's too far of a drive to get a new one here," my dad says.  "I guess we're going to have to share.  How about this?  Ashley, you and your mom can take the tent that we were going to use, and Ethan and I can share his tent."

"Oh!  Oh, no no no," Ashley says, shaking her head fast.  "I wouldn't want to do that."

"What do you want to do, honey?" her mom asks her.

I mean this in the nicest of ways.  I'm not saying this out loud.  I'm not calling Ashley and her mom a bitch, so please don't take this the wrong way, but...

Yeah, for real, these crazy bitches planned this out.  They planned all of it out.  Complete fucking insanity, that's what this is.

It's working, though.  Holy fuck.  They're too smart.

"What we should do is you two still share a tent like you planned," Ashley says, nodding to my dad and her mom.  "Then Ethan and I can share his tent?"

"Do you think that's a good idea?" my dad asks, brow furrowed.

"It's a pretty big tent," Ashley says.

"They are a good size, hun," her mom says to my dad.  "I'm sure there's more than enough room."

Well, fuck, why don't I just join in on this?

"Yeah, I picked them out because we'd have some room to stretch," I add.  "Mine's the same size as Ashley's, and both were bigger than the tent we used to share way back when, Dad.  It's not like I wanted to share a tent with her, but I guess it can't be helped."

It could have been helped.  It completely absolutely definitely, no fucking doubt in my mind could have been helped.  It could have been helped if they just didn't plan on ripping the tent.

Yeah, whatever.  Who am I to complain?  I just got easy access night visits with my secret girlfriend over here.  Aw yeah!

Good job, Ashley.  I knew I was dating you for a reason.  You're pretty fucking smart.

She winks at me and I smirk at her while my dad inspects the rip in the tent.  My stepmom smiles and holds a finger to her lips; this is our secret, I guess.  Don't tell anyone.  Secret secrets.

My dad looks up and sighs.  "As long as it's not a problem with you two.  If it's too much and you want some space, we can switch, though.  Ethan said you two have been hanging out while we were gone, though, so maybe this'll be fine, too."

"Did you know he made her soup last week?" my stepmom asks.  "Ashley wasn't feeling well the day before she went to visit her friend, and Ethan made her soup and they watched a few shows on Netflix.  Isn't that sweet?"

"Yeah?" my dad asks me, one brow raised.

I shrug.  "I felt bad," I say.  "I was kind of sick the week before coming home for the summer so I figure she must have caught it from me.  I thought I should make it up to her."

"It was very nice of you, Ethan," Ashley says, prim and proper.

This girl was not prim and proper last night when she was using a sex toy on herself while sitting on my cock, that's for sure.  Now she's just Little Miss Perfect Angel, though, huh?  She's pretty good at this, I'll give her that.

"I guess it's decided, then," my dad says, clapping me on the back.  "If you change your minds later, just let me know.  If Ethan snores too much, you can switch, too."

"Ethan doesn't snore," Ashley says, confused.

Holy fuck.  Seriously?  Really really?  I take it all back.  I thought she was smart, and then she goes and says something like that.  Yeah, explain to my dad how you know I don't snore, Princess?  Go right ahead and tell him we've slept in the same bed for over a week now, so you know exactly what I do and don't do at night?  Why don't you just go ahead and tell him about my morning erections while you're at it, too?  Good idea, right?

My dad's oblivious, though.  "I was just joking," he says, laughing.  "Hopefully you two will be fine!  It's just sleeping, right?  The rest of the time we'll be out and about and enjoying nature."

Yeah... about that
just sleeping thing
, uh... I do not think so.

My plan worked!  Twice in a row!  I'm very good at
bad
plans, I guess.  Bad girl plans, I mean.  Naughty ones, like how to share the same tent with my sexy boyfriend without his dad realizing my ulterior motives.

And I did it without even giving myself away or looking suspicious!  My mom helped.  It was kind of partly her idea, too.  We shared the plan.

The tents are set up now and everything's good to go.  It's getting kind of dark, though.  We got here later in the day, and we probably still have a few more hours until it's completely night out, but it's definitely evening now.  My stomach grumbles, and everyone looks over at me.

"Hungry?" my stepdad asks.

"A little," I say. 
A lot!

"We can get some more food tomorrow, but how about hot dogs for tonight?  They aren't fancy, but they're easy and they should get the job done."

"I like hot dogs," I say, smiling.

I know they aren't exactly good for me, but I used to have them sometimes when my mom worked late before she married Ethan's dad.  Hot dogs and french fries while I watched TV after finishing my homework.

"I'll go find some sticks we can skewer them on," Ethan says.  "You ever roasted your own hot dog over a fire?" he asks me.

"Um... no?"

"It's fun," he says.  "The real camping experience.  Everyone should give it a try at least once."

I smile at him and he smiles back at me.  I know we aren't doing anything extreme or intense or extra exciting, but I like this still.  The experience is fun, and it's so different from anything I've ever done before.  Almost everything with Ethan is so different from anything I've ever done before.

While Ethan scavenges for sticks we can use to skewer the hot dogs, the older man from the office comes hiking up the road towards us.  The younger boy about my age is walking alongside him.  The older one waves as he approaches.  The one my age keeps his hands in his pockets, but he smiles and nods at me.

"Hey, John," Ethan's dad says.

The older man nods.  "Howdy, folks.  Just checking to make sure everything's going alright.  I didn't get a chance to meet you all earlier, so I wanted to stop by."

Ethan's dad smiles.  "Sure.  You met me and my wife earlier, but that's my son, Ethan, and my daughter, Ashley."

That's how he usually introduces us, saying I'm his daughter.  It's a simpler introduction.  This isn't exactly strange or anything.  It just, um... it feels kind of strange now, because of what Ethan and I are doing.  I know my stepdad doesn't know, but it makes me a little uncomfortable still.  I fidget and shift side to side, nervous.

John waves to us all.  "Great to meet everyone.  This is my son, Caleb.  I'm always up at the office if you need me.  Caleb does work around the campground sometimes, but he's not an official worker here.  You might see him hiking or swimming, too.  If you need anything, you can let him know, though.  We're always happy to help."

"Yeah, definitely," Caleb says, looking right at me.  When our eyes meet, he glances away, sort of shy, but determined.

It's cute in, um... it's cute, but I'm with Ethan.  He seems nice, though.  I glance away and look towards Ethan, who is giving me a strange look.

"I don't want to take up too much of your time, but there have been some reports of howling in the woods the past week or so.  It's just rumors so far and we haven't seen wolves around these parts in forever, plus nothing's confirmed, but it's always better safe than sorry," John says.  "I assure you there's nothing to worry about, and the forest ranger keeps a close eye on all the campgrounds in this area.  Just make sure you clean up everything and dispose of your trash as soon as possible."

"I do trash runs every day," Caleb adds.  "There's barrels up at the office.  As long as you bag your trash up, I don't mind taking care of it if you see me passing by.  I'm usually around here a lot."

Everyone nods, but I keep nodding even more.  Caleb doesn't seem like he's talking to anyone but me.  I blush and look away, and he does, too.  Um... is he flirting with me?  It's not like how Ethan flirts with me, so I'm not really sure.  I don't know if I've been flirted with before, to be honest.

Ethan's dad grins when he sees us like that.  Like what, though?  I have no idea.  I'm kind of confused here.

"Ethan and I have a good amount of camping experience," my stepdad says.  "We'll make sure to keep everything cleaned up, hang the trash up at night if we have to, or just bring it to the office.  You don't have to worry about anything.  Ashley's new to camping, though.  She just broke up with her boyfriend, so we thought it'd be nice to come here and relax, just get away from it all and have a nice time."

Caleb's ears perk up, and he looks at me again.  Um... I don't think... why did Ethan's dad say that...?

"You should come back during the day if you want," my stepdad says to Caleb.  "I'm sure Ethan and Ashley wouldn't mind some company their own age to hang out with, right?"

"Sure?" I say.  I don't know if that's a yes or a no.

Ethan glares.  At something or someone or everything and everyone.  He grumbles, but I'm not sure what he's saying.

"You
were
talking about the two of you going swimming before, weren't you?" Ethan's dad asks him.

Oh... oh my God.  What's going on?  He did say that.  Ethan also said my bikini was sexy as fuck—sort of, actually I said that he said that, but that doesn't really matter—and that any guy would be lucky to be with me, and if I found a guy at the lake, he'd be mine if I wanted him, which...

I'm pretty sure Ethan was talking about himself.  And that's who I was thinking of when he said that.  Obviously his dad didn't know that, though.  His dad definitely didn't know that, and now he's trying to tell Caleb to go to the lake with me, for...