Stepbrother With Benefits 18 (Third Season) (3 page)

"You know what?" I tell her. "You're a real fucking bad influence on me."

"Me!" she says, squeaking out her protest. "I'm not a bad influence on you, Ethan! You're a bad influence on me! I'm the good girl, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, how could I forget?" I say, not even trying to hide my sarcasm. "Good girls always keep sensual massage oil and lubricant that's not safe for use with condoms in their bags, right? How the fuck did you even get this through the TSA? I thought they didn't allow liquids or something?"

"You can bring liquids and creams and stuff," she says. "You just have to make sure to separate it when you go through the line so they can inspect it, and you can only have a certain amount. It has to be a smaller size."

"So you're telling me some random dude had to inspect your sex lube when you went through the metal detector?"

"It's a full-body scanner that uses x-ray technology," she counters.

"Whoa, fuck, sorry. I didn't know this was so serious and technical."

"I bought this at one of the shops after going through the line, too," she adds. "No one inspected it. I guess the girl at the register who sold it to me inspected it, but that's sort of her job? I don't think that counts."

"I just don't want some TSA agents getting the wrong idea and trying to do a full body search on you," I say.

"Nuh uh," Ashley says, peeking over her shoulder and grinning at me. "You're the only one allowed to do any full body inspections with me, Ethan."

"Oh yeah?" I ask, grinning back at her.

I think now's a good time to start using that massage oil, don't you?

I
really don't know
what I was thinking when I bought this massage oil. I probably shouldn't have even bought it, if I'm being honest. I was in a rush at the time, with my plane boarding immediately. Yes, I probably had a little time before they left, but right after I got through the TSA line, I heard a call over the speakers that they were beginning to board my flight, so...

The little shop hidden in the corner looked so cute and alluring, though. By that, I mean, um... it was obvious it was sort of, um... it was kind of a sex shop? Not exactly! I don't even know if they have sex shops in airports. They didn't have vibrators or anything. It was more like perfumes, massage oils, and other stuff like that. Actually I think they did have little vibrators, but they called them personal massagers and I guess you could use it as that if you wanted to.

I don't know. I don't go into sex shops! I bought my vibrator online, because, well... I'm supposed to be a responsible good girl and I didn't want anyone seeing me go into a sex shop. It's not like I have anything against it, but it just seems kind of embarrassing?

Yes, I'm saying this while Ethan massages my butt. There's absolutely no conflict of ideals here or anything. Nope, not at all!

Anyways, I bought the massage oil. It smells nice, and... and I had ideas. Possibilities. Mostly I wanted to see about giving Ethan ideas. I think Ethan has some ideas right now, too.

I really love ideas.

I rest my head on one of Ethan's pillows and look off to the side while he slowly massages the curves of my butt. No oil yet, but... maybe I spoke too soon. He reaches for it, pulls off the plastic wrap around the top, and flips back the cover. At first he just squeezes some of the oil into his palm, but then for good measure, um...

I jolt at the sudden coldness of the cool massage oil splashing across my ass. I almost jump up, but Ethan has me pinned to the bed. He laughs at me while I wriggle and squirm against him.

"That's cold!" I shriek. "Ethan!"

"Hey, you're the one who wanted me to use it," he says. "Isn't this supposed to be soothing lotion or something? I think cold stuff is more soothing, right?"

I think he has a point, but I refuse to admit it. "Shut up," I say.

He lays the bottle back on the bed after capping it. I can hear him rubbing his hands together, sharing the oil between them. Once he's done, he presses his warm palms against my ass, one for each cheek, and gathers up some of the cool oil there.

It's... um...

The warmth of his hands warms the oil he mixed on his palms, which contrasts with the cool oil slipping across my rear curves. I'm kind of reluctant to admit it, but it feels pretty amazing. His fingers knead against my butt while his palms slide across my curves, up and down, then side to side. He squeezes me gently back there, cupping my ass in his hands.

"Wow," I say, sighing deeply.

"Just relax, Princess," Ethan says. "Take a deep breath."

"Is this guided meditation?" I ask him. I'm only partly teasing. I like guided meditation.

"We're going to be guiding something," he says, pushing forward against me.

Um... is he... oh yes, yes he is...

While he massages my butt, I feel something slip between my cheeks. It's just between the curves, not, um... any deeper than that, just sliding back and forth.

It's his cock. Ethan's cock slides between the curves of my oil-covered ass, gathering the slippery slickness around his shaft as he teases me like that. I take a deep breath like he asked me to, then I let out a relaxed sigh and lift my hips up slightly, pushing against his cock.

"What should I do next?" I ask him. "I like what you're doing."

"I just want to touch you, Princess," Ethan says. It's more genuine and sweet than I expected.

I melt into his touch while I melt at his words. He doesn't push me or pressure me, he just gently massages me. I mean, yes, he's massaging my butt, so this isn't exactly a chaste and pure massage or anything, but it's pretty innocent as far as Ethan's standards go.

I don't think that's saying a lot. Ethan's concept of innocence is probably not even anywhere close to innocent. Dirty innocence? Maybe naughty innocence? Yes, let's go with that one.

Either way, I certainly enjoy it.

He pulls his hips back, giving himself easier access to my curves with his hands. He slides the side of one hand along the innermost curve of one of my cheeks, then the other. Warm oil caresses my skin and more than a little of it gathers around the tight rosebud between my cheeks. I clench a little the first time, but then relax after that, a little more with each gentle slide from his hands.

Ethan keeps massaging with one hand, but the other disappears. I peek over my shoulder to see what he's doing, and I catch him stroking his cock slowly. His eyes are closed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking his cock while he matches the same rhythm of massaging my ass.

I can't even begin to explain how sexy this is to me. I grind against Ethan's bed, pressing my clit hard into his sheets, trying to match the movements from his hands. I watch him stroke himself for a second more before I close my eyes and imagine something much naughtier.

In this regard, Ethan does not disappoint me.

He brings his hand back, but not to my ass. Two fingers slip lower, lower still, until they're teasing at the folds of my pussy. He slips his oiled fingers inside me, pushing them in slowly, yet firm.

Oh, um...
oh my
...

I shudder at the sudden full feeling inside me, his fingers pressing in deep. I grind a little harder against Ethan's bed. This... oh, yes... this feels wonderful. More than wonderful.

I know Ethan can go slow. This shouldn't surprise me. It's just that I always think of Ethan as rough. For whatever reason, I tend to think of urgent roughness, but there's something to be said for prolonged roughness, too. Ethan is apparently a master at both, and despite the fact that he likes to be urgently rough with me a decent amount, he certainly knows how to be patiently rough, too.

His fingers slide in and out of me. My pussy squeezes against them, trying to hold them in, but the oil on his fingers and my own natural lubricant make this impossible. I peek my eyes open and stare at him, whimpering.

"Hey," he says, pulling his other hand back and smacking my ass. "Close your eyes and relax!"

"I don't know how I'm supposed to relax if you yell at me," I mumble at him.

"Hey," Ethan says, barely more than a whisper. "Close your eyes and relax!"

I laugh. I can't help it. He's just so strange sometimes. He's playful, I guess is how I would describe it. He's playful and fun, even when we're doing sexy erotic things that I think most people would think are supposed to be serious. I think they're a lot more fun when they're playful, though.

"This feels really nice," I tell him. "I'm... don't take this the wrong way, because I don't mind it, but after last night I'm kind of sore..."

"You remember at the beginning of the summer when you were sore?" he asks me.

"In the hot tub?" I ask.

"Yeah. When you were sore but you still wanted to have sex, so you made me stop every half a second. I think it took me two or three minutes just to get my cock all the way inside you."

"It wasn't
that
long," I say, laughing at him. "Maybe it was a minute.
Maybe
."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Ethan says, grunting. "Then when I was inside you, you didn't want me to move, because you were sore, so..."

"You said I could play with myself," I say, finishing the story for him. "That was really fun. I mean, I liked it, but I liked that you told me it was alright to do something like that, too. I... do you think it's stupid that I didn't think I should do that before, Ethan?"

"Nah, it's not stupid," he says. "A lot of guys might take offense or something, because they think they aren't doing a good enough job on their own. The thing is, it doesn't even fucking matter, Princess. The entire point is to enjoy yourself, and sometimes you have to do different things to make that happen. I think that's part of the fun, myself."

"Me too," I say, smiling. "I like having fun with you."

"We're going to have a lot of fun together, Princess," he says.

The way he says it is flirty, but... it's not flirty, too. I don't know if that makes sense. It's a genuine statement. I'm sure we'll have lots of sexy fun, because we've already had a lot of sexy fun, but I'm also positive we're going to have a lot of relationship fun. We're going to go on dates. We're going to play with each other. We're going to laugh and tease each other. We're going to...

We're going to do all of that together.

Just, um... right now is probably the sexy fun part.

"Go slow, alright?" I say to him as he pushes two fingers into me again.

"Yeah," he says softly. "I'll go slow for you, Princess."

He gently massages my ass while he fills me with his fingers. The combination feels surprisingly nice. It kind of reminds me of when Ethan thrusts deep inside me and grabs my ass at the same time. A different version compared to that, but a little of the same, too.

He reaches for the oil bottle again, uncapping it with one hand while he slides his fingers in and out of me slowly. "This is going to be a little cold," he says. "You ready?"

I nod, not saying anything. Ethan tips the oil bottle and squeezes some into the curves between my cheeks. It's cold, and even colder still as the slippery liquid slides towards my pucker, but I'm ready for it. I almost revel in it.

He caresses the oil into my curves, running his fingers up and down my rosebud. He pushes into my pussy with his fingers, holding them there, and then with one finger from his other hand, he presses against my pucker. I clench a little, but I make myself relax, too. He teases around it, toying with me. He doesn't push in at all yet, or not quite. He just gently massages me there, waiting for me to relax.

I can safely say I'm very relaxed right now. Ethan's finger slides into me with no more resistance than a sudden, instinctive clench that vanishes as soon as it starts. He goes slow, inch by inch, first having filled my pussy with two fingers, and now filling my ass with another one.

Having three fingers inside me is hard to explain. They aren't all in the same spot, first off, but I'm not sure that matters. It's still full. It feels like more. It feels like I'm fuller than I am, and it's also a different sort of fullness. I know what to expect now, since we've done this before, but...

You know when you're on a rollercoaster, and you know that you're going up, that when you get to the top you're going to come to a huge drop that takes your breath away? Even if you've ridden the rollercoaster before and you know exactly what to expect, it's still breathtaking, isn't it?

I think so. That's how this is, too.

I let out a soft gasp. Ethan slowly drags his finger out, almost the entire way, then he pushes it back in. The two fingers he has pressed into my pussy stay there, gently moving and massaging my inner walls. The other finger slides in and out of my pucker.

"You have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now, Princess," Ethan says, his voice low, lusting after me.

"Where?" I ask him, sultry. "Where do you want to be inside me?"

"I know you're sore," he says, a grin in his voice. "I'm a gentleman, Princess. I'll let your pussy rest up. I'll be gentle with you."

"Al-alright," I say, stumbling for words.

His fingers are no longer inside me. Not the two that were in my pussy, and not the one in my ass. Instead, he has his cock pressed against my rosebud, careful yet insistent. He's waiting.

"Alright what?" he asks me. "This?"

His cock is well-lubed from before when he was stroking it with his oil-covered hand. My ass, inside and out, is well-lubed from when he was massaging me. This seems like a perfect combination, don't you think?

He pushes the head of his cock inside me, just a little, just an inch.

"Ohhhh," I gasp. "Please, please, yes, Ethan... I do, I want it. I want you inside me. I..."

He smacks my ass lightly with one hand. My body bucks in reaction at the sudden spank, hips pushing back. I'm pretty sure he planned this, because I sink another couple of inches onto his cock without realizing it. As I shift to relax and move back to the bed, Ethan sinks a few more inches into me, too. We move and writhe and press against each other, until after a few more moments he's all the way inside me.

"We didn't really move much the last time," he says. "Do you think you're up for it?"

Do I think I'm up for it? I think I'd agree to almost anything if he'd just start fucking me. I don't even know if that's what this is. I feel like it's kind of strange to say that someone's making love to your ass, but that's sort of what Ethan's doing, don't you think? Um... I'm not sure I can think about this much. There are a lot more pressing matters to consider at the moment.

The most important one is probably that Ethan is definitely moving now. He pulls out of me, then pushes back in, slow, with a steady rhythm. This feels entirely different from when we usually have sex. I can still feel a kind of pressure in my pussy, but it's odd and distant, almost like some invisible force is pressing inside me.

As far as what's actually pressing inside me, I don't really know how to compare the two. I can feel more of it. Ethan's cock feels bigger than I'm used to. I almost feel like it's too big, but I also feel like I want more of it. I want him inside me so very very badly. I
need
him inside me.

Careful, he pulls me back against him, his hands guiding my hips. "Lift up," he says, tugging slightly.

I move with him, pushing myself tight against his cock, my knees shaking and wobbling as we shift into a different position. This isn't too different, though. I really like this position, actually. While before I was laying flat on the bed with Ethan inside me, now I'm on my hands and knees, still with Ethan inside me.