Stepbrother With Benefits 17 (Third Season) (19 page)

"Uh... in here?" I ask, looking around.

"No, we're going to use a set somewhere. I'm not sure where yet. Maybe we can rent a hotel room or something? Maybe Ethan will let us use his house. It's a mansion, so it'll look nicer."

"You didn't tell him about this, did you?" I ask, suddenly nervous.

Yeah, uh... how do I explain this to Ethan? He offered to help me figure out how to ask Scarlet out on a date, and here I am, half naked with her, talking about how we're going to have sex for her art project movie.

Let me just go on the record as saying it's completely different. Just because I'm doing this movie thing with Scarlet doesn't mean I can ask her on a date, easy as that. I feel like it definitely means I
can't
just ask her on a date, because it kind of makes things even more awkward, don't you think?

I can picture it now. I ask her, and then she says something like, oh, um... sorry Caleb, but this has all just for the movie? I don't want to do anything to ruin our friendship. I like you but I don't really like you like that...

I know what you're thinking. You're probably wondering how asking her on a date will ruin our friendship when performing in an erotic and artistic sex tape won't. I don't have a good answer for you. I just think they're two entirely different things.

"I didn't tell Ethan, but if we're going to shoot it in his house, I think I probably should," she says.

"Uh... let's just wait and see if we can figure something else out first," I tell her.

"Yeah, we don't have to rush into anything," she says.

"Cool. Alright, where were we?"

"Masturbating."

Oh, yeah. Fuck. Uh...

"How do you usually do it?" she asks. "You look hard already. Let me see?"

She reaches out and tugs on the waistband of my underwear. I slap her hand away and glare at her playfully.

"Whoa, calm down there!" I say, laughing. "We're not even pretend dating yet."

"Wow," she says, laughing at me. "You're going to cockblock me, Caleb? Really? After I let you star in my movie?"

"You'll get your chance soon enough, Scarlet. If you're too worked up already, why don't you masturbate for me first?"

Don't ask where this bravado is coming from. I have no idea. Is it too much? I have no idea about that, either.

Scarlet puts her hands on her hips and glares at me, expectant. "Pull them off now and show me what you're working with. I need to know for technical reasons. This is an important part of the movie."

"Yeah? You want to get a tape measure too or something?"

I lift up my hips and pull my underwear down, grumbling and acting like this is such an awful chore. My cock is definitely not burdened by any of this, though. As soon as my underwear is gone, my erection springs up and to attention. The cool air in my room makes me twitch and throb a little more, my cock doing a bob and weave show for Scarlet.

"Nope..." she says, licking her lips. "I like it. You're hired."

"Oh, thanks," I say, rolling my eyes. "You're using me for my cock now?"

"Shut up, asshole. Just... so what feels good?"

"Stroking it, obviously," I say. "Just up and down. It kind of depends. Slow is nice at first, but faster is better at the end. I guess sometimes it can be slow all throughout, but it takes a lot longer that way."

"So... can I?" she asks.

"Uh... I thought I was the one masturbating here?" I say.

"You are, but I just meant can I try it out so I know what you mean?"

"I guess?"

"It's not awkward," she says. "I mean, it might be at first, but think of it like this is very technical. We're just figuring out how everything works and what we like, Caleb. Remember, it's for the movie. This is meant to be artistic and visually appealing in the final product, so we need to figure out the technical aspects for how to do that. It's calibration. Like when you calibrate a camera lens to make sure everything's in focus, right? Except for this I need to learn how to calibrate your cock."

I repeat this over and over again in my head: It's for the movie, it's for the movie, it's for the movie; calibration, calibration, calibration.

The reason I repeat this over and over again, is because...
yeah...

Scarlet reaches out with her petite hands and wraps her fingers around my cock. Slow at first, she strokes me up and down. Oh, fuck, what was I thinking about? It's for the... what?

It's for the movie, damnit! Calibration!

"Oh wow, you like that, huh?" she asks me.

I look at her through half-lidded eyes and nod quick. "Uh huh."

"So that's slow, and..."

She picks up speed. There's no medium, no gradual increase. It's just slow, and then it's "holy fuck this is amazing" fast. Where have Scarlet's hands been all my life?

Then she stops. My cock doesn't get the memo at first and keeps twitching and throbbing, practically thrashing in my lap.

"How was that?" she asks me.

"Really fucking good," I tell her. "Holy shit."

"Really?" she says, clapping, excited.

It's just so absurd and sudden seeing her excitedly clap after giving me ten seconds worth of a handjob that I can't help but laugh. It's also kind of sexy. Does that make me a bad person, or weird, or what? I'm not sure, but I don't care.

"Yeah," I say. "Do you want to know more?"

"Yes. Tell me."

"Alright, well... there's my cock, which is the main attraction, I guess, but you know how when you go to dinner you don't just get a steak? You get side dishes. Mashed potatoes or carrots or whatever."

"Yes," she says, nodding.

"Uh... so... my balls are kind of like that. The main focus might be on my cock, but it's nice to play with my balls, too. Just kind of rolling them around in your hand, slowly and carefully. If I'm about to cum, sometimes I get a little rougher, but not too crazy. Just gentle squeezing and, like... a little tug... really little. A
little
little."

"Makes sense," she says. "Can you show me? Do the whole thing. Stroke yourself, but then show me what you mean with your balls."

I would be more than fucking happy to...

I wrap my fingers around my cock and start stroking myself. Slow at first, kind of like how Scarlet started doing it, but then I pick up speed a little. Not as much as she did, but enough that I've got a nice rhythm going on. The bottom of my hand claps against the base of my cock, then back up, down, nice and steady.

My other hand reaches out for my balls. I cup them both in my palm and move my fingers, kind of toying with them. My thumb gently rolls one, then the other, back and forth. Nice, like that, up and down, stroking, back and forth, squeezing.

I stroke a little faster, then faster still. Oh, fuck, I think I'm going to cum if I keep this up. Cut it out, Caleb, I tell myself. That's not the point of this. This is for calibration purposes only. I know that's not the point of this, but when I start tugging and squeezing a little harder, uh...

"Alright, good," Scarlet says. "You can stop now. I get it. Can I try? Just with your balls, though. I understand the stroking part."

I stop. I don't
want
to stop, but I stop. It's kind of like... I
don't
want to stop but I
do
want to stop, because imagining Scarlet playing with my balls is amazing. I give her free rein to do what she wants, and, oh yes, she does it.

Her fingers are a lot smaller than mine. It's kind of amazing. I didn't really think about how amazing it would be, but I feel like her hand was custom-made to hold my balls. They fit perfectly in her palm, and when she curls her fingers to wrap around them, it's even more perfect. Who knew?

Scarlet massages and rolls my testicles in her hand, smiling at me. In adorably cute Scarlet fashion, she leans close to me and kisses me on the cheek.

"How's that?" she asks. "Do you like that, Caleb?"

I nod fast. I can't talk right now. I'm too busy enjoying this.

She doesn't go faster this time, she just changes things up. Slow, very gradual, she tightens her grip on my balls, squeezing them a little harder. My cock throbs. I think I could cum like this, actually. I'm not sure how, because I don't know if this makes any sense, but her hand feels amazing.

"I think I get it now," she says. "When you're really excited, your balls start to kind of tighten up and go closer to your body, right? So if I just..."

She moves her fingers, just so, gently clutching my balls like they're the most delicate thing in the world. I'm really grateful for that one, but I'm kind of lost in ecstasy right now, too. When she's got a good grip, she tugs ever so slightly, gently fighting against my body's inclination to keep my balls close. Once she has them a little further away, she loosens her grip and lets them tense back towards me.

And she does it again. Rolling, massaging, gently squeezing, tugging...

I think I'm dead. I think this is heaven.

"So... if I'm doing this right... tell me if this is good, alright?" she asks.

I mumble and nod, but my eyes are closed so I don't even know what's going on. I realize it soon enough. Wet, warm lips wrap around the head of my cock as Scarlet scoots away from me a little and gets down low. She wraps her free hand around my cock, stroking slowly, her other hand still tugging and toying with my balls, while her mouth performs magic.

Her lips tease the head of my cock. She tightens them a little, squeezing me playfully in her mouth, while her tongue darts out and licks at the tip of my cockhead.

Yeah, uh...
yeah...

"Scarlet," I say, gritting my teeth together. "That's really good, but if you keep it up I'm going to cum. So you should probably stop..."

Why am I saying that? I don't know. I really don't know. I have no fucking clue. I do not know!

She does stop, sort of. She pulls her lips away. I think she's smiling at me, or at least it sounds like she is. I can't see right now. My eyes are clenched shut, and I'm doing my best to think about anything but sex. Baseball or something? I don't know.

"It's alright," she says. "Really, it's fine, Caleb. I want you to cum for me, alright?"

She doesn't wait for me to answer. I'm not even sure that was a real question. I don't even know if I could answer her right now.

She strokes lower, then wraps her lips around my cock again. This time she sucks up and down, following the rhythm of her hand. She's going slow, not fast like before, but to be honest it doesn't matter.

The real kicker is, uh... yeah... like I said, the balls are like a side dish, and they can make or break a meal. I guess I never really thought about it before, but it's true. It's really really true. Scarlet's small hands are perfect for playing with my balls. She's used to doing intricate art work with a mastery of fine details, and she uses this perfected skillset of hers right now.

It's like quick slight brushstrokes when she's painting, or carefully pushing harder with a pencil to create shading and the impression of three-dimensionality. It's exactly like that, but currently her fingers are creating art with my balls. I do not think this is what they mean by getting the creative juices flowing, but...

Mhm.

I am completely done. Scarlet undoes me. I unravel in her hands, and unfurl in her mouth. This is her newest artistic masterpiece. Slow and steady, she strokes me. My cock throbs and tenses in her hand as I cum. She strokes all the way down, squeezing the base of my cock, pulling me further into her mouth. I feel my cum splash against the back of her throat. Her tongue presses against the underside of my cock as she swallows. She keeps gently tugging at my balls, coaxing them for more and more with her delicate, careful touch.

"Wow," I say. Is there anything else to say? "That was... wow..."

Scarlet keeps stroking me, though. My cock twitches a little, enjoying the attention. My balls loosen up and she eventually lets go of them. Her lips tease a trail up and down my shaft for a little longer, until eventually she stops. A few more strokes finishes everything off.

She comes up beside me and sits next to me, wrapping her hands around my arm and nuzzling her cheek against my shoulder. I look over to see her smiling at me. She's brilliant. Her face is bright and she looks absolutely brilliant right now.

"See? That was good, right?" she says. "I think we can do this, Caleb. I think it'll work. Once we're more comfortable with each other... it wasn't awkward, was it? I thought it was kind of fun."

Oh, right. The movie. Her art project. That's what this is about, isn't it?

"You were really good," I say, smiling.

I turn to kiss her quick, meaning to do it on the nose, just as uh... I don't know, a friendly gesture? She tilts her chin up and we kiss on the lips, though. I can taste myself on her mouth, and for some inexplicable reason it's really erotic. If we're going for an erotic and artistic movie, I think we've really got a chance at making this amazing.

Which is what this is. It's for a movie. I have to remind myself that. It's not for anything else, it's for Scarlet's school project. This is her vision of art, and nothing more.

I think I'm falling in love with her art, though.

"We can improvise, too," she says. "Like I did, you know? For the main storyline, we're going to have a script to follow, but for the love scenes, or sex scenes, or whatever you want to call them, we can improvise a little. I think that's probably a good idea, too. They'll seem more realistic."

"Yeah, that sounds good," I say. "But, uh... just so you know, basically everything you just did was perfect."

"I wouldn't go
that
far," she says, rolling her eyes at me. "I think we should probably practice a little more before the real thing. I like the idea of adding in a blowjob scene, though. I think blowjobs can be more intimate than sex sometimes. It's a different kind of intimacy. It can show real passion, especially if you reach out to grab my hair while I'm doing it. That sounds good, right? It'll showcase the raw, primal aspect of love and relationships. I think it'll help get the point across better. It's artistic, and sometimes art can't be defined in neat, little packages. Sometimes it's rough, and we need to look past the perceived imperfections to see the passion of the artist beneath."