Stepbrother With Benefits 17 (Third Season) (14 page)

"Taped," she corrects me. "I taped you to a chair."

"Whatever."

"I'm sure Caleb has scissors," she says. "I'll just go ask him if I can borrow them."

"Like that?" I ask. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Um, yes?"

"Listen, Princess, you're not leaving my room wearing a sexy as fuck red dress and high heels that make me want to bend you over and fuck you hard from behind, and... you're covered in my cum. You're entire fucking chest is covered in my cum. You're not leaving my room like that. People are going to get the wrong idea."

"Wrong idea about who?" she asks. "Me or you?"

"You know what? I refuse to answer that question. I'm just not going to fucking do it."

"Alright, well... I can pull the tape off, I guess. Um..."

She does. Or she tries. It's at this moment that I realize I have hair on my arms. Holy fuck, I have arm hair. It's like a revelation, but it's not a good one.

"Oh my fucking God please stop you're going to kill me," I say to her as she slowly peels at the tape.

"Don't be such a baby," she says.

"You try having someone rip tape off your arms!"

"It's probably not any worse than waxing," she says. "People do that all the time, right? I don't think it's that bad."

I'm willing to give her that one. Maybe. I don't, though. I was almost willing, but then I remember something.

"No. Fuck you. You've never even been waxed before. If you'd had someone wax your pussy, bikini wax or whatever, I'd totally be willing to listen to you right now, but I definitely remember that I'm the only one who's ever been involved in the removal of your pubic hair, and it's always been with a razor, so fuck you, Princess. I'm not listening to you."

"Wow, tell me how you really feel, Ethan?"

"Fuck off," I say, but I say it in the most loving and nicest way possible. "I love you, but fuck off."

"I'm going to call Scarlet, then," Ashley says.

"Why the fuck are you calling her? She's the one that got me into trouble in the first place. You should be angry at her."

"I was, but she apologized earlier and we talked, and then she helped me, so..."

"So you punish me and become best friends with her," I say, finishing her sentence for her. "I get it."

"No, I just understand what she's going through," she says. "It's not easy, you know? You wouldn't understand."

"I sure as fuck understand that she started stripping and tried to take advantage of me earlier," I say.

Alright, so maybe that's not entirely true, and there's a little more to it, but...

And, it doesn't even fucking matter, because Ashley's ignoring me right now. Not only is she ignoring me, but she stole my phone. Seriously, what the fuck, Princess?

"Can you bring scissors to Ethan's room?" Ashley says into the phone. "We've kind of run into a problem and I need to cut him free because he's being a baby."

"While you're on the phone with Scarlet, can you tell her to go fuck herself for me?" I ask.

"No," Ashley says, making a face at me. My own girlfriend is conspiring against me. To Scarlet, she says, "Um... we can't really talk right now, though, so I'll just open the door a little bit and you can slide the scissors in, alright?"

"Have her bring your backpack, too!" I add. "Bring the fucking backpack, Scarlet!"

"Oh, that's a good idea! I need to change. Can you bring my backpack, too?" Ashley asks.

This is how I finally get free from being taped to a chair. It's also how Scarlet sees me naked for the second time today. The second time is all Ashley's fault, though. Don't even fucking try to blame this one on me, Princess.

Opening the door a little is more than enough for scissors, but how the fuck do you think Scarlet's going to get Ashley's backpack in my room? The door needs to be more than a little open for that. Also, I want to add that it's not my fucking fault that my desk chair spins and I decided to spin it towards the door. I thought it'd be easier for Ashley to come right over with the scissors. I didn't think Scarlet was going to open the door more to fit the backpack through and then get an eyeful of my cock.

Scarlet blushes and drops the backpack on the floor. Stammering and mumbling to herself, she stands and stares for a second. I sneer at her and give her a sort of "What the fuck?" kind of nod, and then she runs down the hall away from us.

"What was--" Ashley starts to say, then she realizes what just happened. "Ethan! Really?"

"This isn't my fault," I tell her. "This is your fault."

Don't even ask me why I think it's a good idea to say this to a girl currently holding a pair of scissors.

"You're the one who told her to bring my backpack!"

"She could have left it in the hall! You could have gotten it after!"

"I can't even believe you!" she says.

The scissors are there. They are in her hand. She's coming at me, and I'm pretty fucking sure I'm going to get stabbed, but then she puts them on the desk. She's still looking at me like she's going to kill me, though. I really don't fucking like this.

She does something worse than killing me. Holy fuck, I can't even fucking believe this.

Ashley grabs the partly loose piece of tape on one of my arms and pulls hard, then keeps pulling. I hear the ripping a little before I feel it. It takes my mind a second or two to catch up, and then I start to scream, because, seriously, I don't think I have hair on my forearm anymore.

I thought it was pretty fucking amazing that Ashley came to visit me out of the blue, even if she just came here to yell at me and slap me. At least I could explain everything to her, right? At least I could apologize...

No fucking way. Not anymore. You know what? She's paying for the food we order. I'm not paying for it. No fucking way in hell.

I
sit
in Ethan's lap and cuddle with him while we look at the menu for a nearby Thai restaurant. He keeps giving me dirty looks, and I try not to laugh but it's kind of funny. I sneak in quick and give him a kiss on the cheek, but he just gives me even more dirty looks after that.

"Sorry about the duct tape," I say to him while we're deciding on what we're going to order. "I'm just... I'm very protective of you!"

Yes, that's it. Let's go with protective. To make my point, I shift a little in his lap and reach between his legs to do some
protecting
with my hand. I press my palm against his crotch and curl my fingers slightly, cupping him.

Ethan grumbles and tries to ignore me, but I can feel him twitching under my hand. I tease him, massaging his cock through his pants. He starts to shift a little in the desk chair. I massage lightly, just playing with him, until his cock is partly erect. Mmm... this is fun. I really missed this.

"What do you want?" I ask him, kissing his cheek.

"I want you to stop trying to give me a handjob so we can order some food," he says.

"Oh, you want me to stop?" I say, pouting a little.

"Yeah, because if you don't stop, I'm going to have to get rid of this distraction between my legs, and by the time I'm done with you the restaurant's going to be closed, so cut it out, Princess."

Why did he have to say that? Now I'm conflicted. Do I want to see if he'll do it, or do I want to eat food? I'm really upset now, mostly because I'm really hungry, but I'm hungry for a few things, and one of them is completely unrelated to food.

I guess we can do that after, though? Or during? What kind of Thai food would be good for sexy things?

"That!" I say, pointing frantically at the menu on his laptop screen. "We need to get that."

Ethan stares at what I'm pointing at, then he looks at me. And he gives me another dirty look! Wow. Really, Ethan?

"That's dessert," he says. "What the fuck? Order some real food like an adult."

"Dessert is still real food," I counter.

"Whatever," he says, writing it down. "Mango with sticky rice?"

"Yup! Except... hmmm... I think I like it extra
sticky
... maybe you can help me with that?"

"Oh yeah?" Ethan asks, trying not to laugh. "Should I ask the place if they can get you extra sticky rice?"

"Oh, no no, you can just do it yourself. I don't want to bother them. I like how sticky you make things. I don't think they could do it right."

"Just keep fucking tempting me, Princess. I'll make you extra extra sticky later. Maybe I won't even fucking wait until later. As soon as I order this food, you're in for it."

"Promise?" I ask.

"Pick some more food, you sex freak. I'm hungry. Also, would you cut that shit out? Stop trying to jerk me off through my pants."

I lick his cheek and he gives me another dirty look, but he grins, too. Then he licks my cheek back.

"Ick!" I say, wiping it off.

He grabs my hips quick and pins me in place on his lap, then attacks my cheeks with wet kisses. And my mouth, my nose, my chin, my neck...

I laugh and squirm, trying to escape him, but he doesn't let me free. I'm not sure how, but somehow we don't end up naked and together in his bed after that. I feel like we should have, or at least could have, but maybe we're practicing self-restraint very well right now. Maybe we're also both really hungry. Our stomachs growl at the same time and we look at each other, then at the computer screen.

"Fine," I say. "I'll stop teasing you long enough so that we can order food."

"Good," Ethan says. He pauses for a second before adding, "You want a side order of peanut sauce for your sticky rice?"

"Shut up. I want real food!"

"Pad Thai, obviously," he says, writing it down.

"We should get pork gyoza and crab rangoon, too," I add.

"Beef randang?" he asks.

"Mmm, that sounds good. Can we get that star curry thing and also the pineapple fried rice?"

"How much are we fucking eating here?" he asks, skeptical.

I shrug, nonchalant, but then I see it and practically shout at him. "Oh my God, mango fried rice?"

"What's up with you and mango?"

"This is different. The other one is a dessert."

"We're not getting two things with mango. Let's just stick with the pineapple one. Or... fuck... roast duck fried rice? Who the fuck comes up with this stuff? This place is amazing."

In the end, um... we get way too much food. Maybe. I mean, it's not here yet, so they could have small portions, but I'm kind of doubtful. There's two of us, though, so that makes it better, right? That's what I'm going to tell myself, but I'm not sure it's true.

Ethan orders and we figure everything out there. He has to go down to the main floor to get it, but the delivery man is going to call us when he gets here. This is good, but it's also bad. Now we're left to our own devices, and...

"Princess," Ethan says, looking at me with the most serious look I've ever seen. "I want to cuddle the fuck out of you right now."

"Do you?" I ask, playing coy.

"Yeah," he says. "Oh, you're paying for dinner, by the way. You owe me for ripping all the hair off my forearms."

"You still have plenty of hair," I say, running my fingers up and down the slightly reddish skin on his arms.

"Nah. I'm practically going bald now. It's never going to grow back."

"It is," I say. "It will. I believe in you and your forearm hair. You can do it. Anyways, I have bad news for you. I don't have any money."

Ethan stares at me, unblinking. He does eventually blink, but just once. I stare back at him, blinking a lot. Kind of batting my eyelashes, you know? I'm cute and everything! I don't think he's buying it.

"You come into my room, slap me more than once, expect me to let you stay here overnight, tease the fuck out of me over and over again, force me to not only let you have some of my dinner, but order more when that's not enough, give Scarlet a show of my cock after you tape me to a chair and take advantage of me, you rip my forearm hair off..."

"Calm down, Ethan. Breathe for me. Like this. Deep breath in..." I inhale to show him. "And out..." Then I exhale.

He takes a deep breath in, but when he exhales he just blows it all in my face. I scrunch up my nose and pout at him.

"And now you expect me to pay for your food. You owe me. You owe me big."

"What do I owe you?" I ask, sexy and seductive.

"You owe me about eighty dollars. That's how much it all came out to."

This isn't how I expected him to answer. Also, um...

"Holy shit, eighty dollars? Are you serious?"

"Did you just say 'holy shit'?"

"Eighty dollars, Ethan! What the heck did we order?"

"I think it's actually just fifty, but I bumped it up. Have to account for interest and everything, right?"

"You're charging me interest on the money I owe you for food, except you're not even paying for it," I say. "I bet your dad gave you that money."

"Yeah, and I bet you wish that he gave you some money, too, because now you owe me."

"You’re a jerk," I say. "You're a jerk and an asshole, and--"

"I'll let you work it off," he says, interrupting me. "Eighty bucks should be, uh... sixteen blowjobs."

"That's only five dollars a blowjob," I say, shaking my head. "My blowjobs are worth way more than that."

"Yeah, probably," he says, smirking. "Fine. How about..."

He trails off without finishing. Instead, he just picks me up and carries me to his bed. I'm still sitting in his lap, or I was, so he slips one arm under my legs, the other behind my back, and brings me like that. He sits me down and then rolls in with me. I cuddle up against him and nuzzle my nose into his neck.

"Were you serious about the sticky rice thing before?" he asks me after awhile.

"Huh? Wait, you ordered it, right? Ethan, don't tell me you forgot--"

"Nah, I got it," he says, laughing at me. "Calm down, Princess. I meant, uh... you know? A little extra stickiness?"

"Probably not on the rice," I confess. "I do like your stickiness, though. It's fun."

"I've always kind of wanted to..." he starts to say, but then he stops. "Nah, that's kind of weird. You wouldn't be into it."

"What is it?" I ask. "I owe you, right? So..."

"I was just teasing you about that, Princess. I mean, yeah, if you want to pay me back... but, nah, this is just, uh... fuck if I know. Kind of a fantasy, I guess. It's not something I'd want to do all the time, but you brought it up, and then you were being a cocktease and massaging my crotch, so, uh... yeah..."

"And it has to do with extra stickiness?" I ask. "With or without rice."

"Maybe," he says, giving me a look.

It's a strange look, because I've never seen Ethan shy before. I don't even want to say it's a shy look, but it's kind of introspective? It's an interesting look and I want to know why he's looking at me that way. Also, let's be honest, who doesn't like a little extra stickiness now and then?

"Tell me," I say. "It can be part of rule number twenty-five, right? We're supposed to make lists of things we like and share it with each other, so you can just tell me and it can be on your list, but it doesn't mean we have to do it or try it. Does that sound good?"

"Maybe," he says, giving me another one of those looks. "It's just... alright, fuck it. Did you know there's supplements and vitamins and shit that you can take to increase your, uh... amount. Of cum or whatever the fuck."

"Fertility-wise or what?" I don't know why, but I suddenly have some horribly naughty ideas of my own. Or, I actually know exactly why. I don't know if this is weird or not.

"I don't think so. Just volume? Is that what it is? Like a complete fucking sticky overload kind of thing going on."

"But I can pretend," I add.

"You can pretend whatever the fuck you want, Princess, but you should probably stay on your birth control."

"Well, yeah, but what if the supplements make you so fertile that it's too powerful for my birth control? What if it overwhelms it and takes control and..."

I told you, I'm kind of weird! I don't know why I'm thinking about this, or why it's kind of turning me on. Um...

"Wait, what? Is that how birth control pills work? Could that happen?"

"Who knows?" I tell him. "It's one of the mysteries of the universe."

"Wow. And here I thought you were smart."

"Shut up! I am! Birth control doesn't actually work like that, but... I mean, there's always a risk. It's never one-hundred percent effective or anything. There's also perfect use scenarios and typical use scenarios, so it can vary a little bit. My pills are supposed to be ninety-nine percent effective for perfect use, but it goes down to ninety-two percent with typical use, so..."

I trail off and let my pregnancy science facts sink in. Because, really, I don't care what anyone else thinks, but sometimes science can be sexy. I don't see why it can't be sexy, at least. It's not like I want to get pregnant, but pretending it could happen is kind of fun in a way that makes me want to tease Ethan even more and see what he does.

"Huh," Ethan says, biting his lip while he thinks about what I just said. "Ninety-two percent? I mean, knowing you, Little Miss Perfect over here, it's probably higher, but... huh."

"Well, you never know," I say, shrugging. "With your super extra sticky vitamins, who knows what would happen?"

"I don't even know if they work," he says, laughing. "It's not like I've ever tried, but, uh... yeah... the idea of completely filling you the fuck up, or covering your breasts and your stomach... I get it's kind of a porn thing, but I think it'd be hot."

"As long as it's safe for you to take them, um... I wouldn't mind trying it... just to see, you know?" I wait a couple seconds before adding, "Why does it have to be one or the other, too? Inside or on top? Why not both?"

He gives me a look like I'm both amazing and crazy all at once. I sneak in quick and kiss him, soft and sweet. I like how words can be sexy, but then kisses can be sweet, and you can mix them all together however you want. I like that I can cuddle with Ethan while we talk about our sexy fantasies, and how we don't judge each other for it. I like how there's no expectations between us, and how we can be open. I like how...

Ethan's phone rings. He left it on his desk. We both stare at it from the bed.

I like all the things I mentioned before, but I also like how we have a lot of Thai food waiting for us downstairs. Yum!

"You stay here, Little Miss Perfect sex freak," Ethan says, reaching down to swat my butt. "I'll be right back with our food."

He gets up to answer the phone, and I move onto my stomach, watching him. I keep watching him and smiling. He turns to look at me and waves before he leaves his room to head downstairs. I can't stop smiling, can't stop watching, and even when he's gone I keep smiling.

This is nice. I think my mom's going to kill me the next time she sees me, because I really probably shouldn't have randomly come to visit Ethan. I mean, I know I talked to her and I know she paid for it, but I'm not sure if that's her way of accepting my temporary insanity, or if she just let me do it because she knew I'd figure out a way to do it even if she didn't.

So... I'm pretty sure she's still going to yell at me. Maybe just a stern talking to? I'm not sure.

I'm pretty sure it's worth it, though.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do now. I don't know how this is going to go. It's the first week of school and I've already kind of screwed it up. Good Girl Ashley Banks? Um... good girls don't do the things I did today. I'm pretty sure they do none of the things I've done today.

Oh well. I'm mostly fine with it.

I'm fine with it now, but...

What about Jake? What happens when I leave Ethan? Can we make it through the rest of the school year? Nevermind the entire year... can we make it through the rest of next week?