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BOOK: Stepbrother With Benefits 17 (Third Season)
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Ethan

B
reakfast was alright
. Nothing amazing. I got pancakes and some lumberjack omelet or whatever the fuck. I mean, yeah, so they called it a lumberjack omelet, but I feel like it could have been a little more rugged and manly. They kind of skimped on the meat. The hashbrowns it came with were great, though.

Whatever. Breakfast is breakfast. It's food. I ate it.

I head back to my room after that, but I've still got time to kill. This syrup from my pancakes is seriously annoying me, too. Look, I'm not a messy eater or anything, but it's fucking syrup, and sometimes that stuff gets everywhere whether you like it or not. Not all over you or anything, but on your fingers, sticking to the corner of your mouth, annoying as fuck.

So, yeah, breakfast, then a shower. I don't need to tell you all the intricate details of my shower. This isn't some sexy as fuck shower with Ashley, it's just a shower to get rid of this sticky syrup situation I'm in. Which isn't as sexy as the sticky situation I want to put Ashley in.

Not with syrup. With my cock. Alright, hypothetical question time, help me out for a second.

Cumming inside Ashley is kind of really fucking amazing. It's nice to just keep at it, not have to stop, and thrust balls deep inside her before filling her up, then laying there together, with my cock still in her, just fucking cuddling or something. Kissing, too. Soft sweet kisses after rough hard fucking are basically the best thing in the world.

But... I feel like there's something to be said for pulling out at the last second. Not just pulling out, but doing it for a reason, alright? Letting jet after jet of my cum splash across her sexy as fuck stomach, up to her breasts, maybe some landing on one of her nipples, or making its way towards the hollow of her throat, sliding across her neck. Her lips? Holy fuck, now we're getting kind of crazy, but I'm into it. A little bit of my cum on her mouth while she parts her lips slightly, slips out her tongue, and licks it off?

Yeah, so, which is sexier? I'm not sure. Maybe we need to try both sometime to compare. I will say that one thing in favor of the second scenario is it probably involves a nice shower after, which allows for more sex. Just let that sink in for a second before you give me your answer.

Now let's get back to business here. Shower. It's nice. I kind of forget that I promised Ashley I wouldn't walk around shirtless in the dorms, but, for real, it's a shower. Everyone does it. I'm just going to try and be as regular as possible here and not look like a sex god while I strut down the hall with a towel wrapped around my waist, hanging from my hips, with my clothes and shower stuff in my hands.

No one's here anyways. No one sees me. It's cool. I don't have to worry about a thing.

I open my door and head back inside, but apparently I have a visitor. What the fuck bullshit is this?

"Uh, hello, what the fuck?" I say to her.

It's Scarlet. She's standing over my desk, looking at something. I don't know what. Does it look like I care? She can talk to me after I put some fucking clothes on, for fuck's sake.

I throw my clothes at her, but she ducks under them and laughs at me. They land by my bed instead. I toss my shampoo and conditioner over there, too. She doesn't bother dodging those, but I don't even try to throw them at her either, so...

"Um... I came to talk to you," she says, kind of fidgety. What the fuck is she fidgety about?

"Alright, well, as you can see it's not a good time," I say, gesturing to my towel. "Can you let me get dressed first?"

"Oh," she says. "Yeah. Right. That's cool, I guess. Just... maybe..."

Just maybe what? I'm not sure what she's getting at here.

"I saw your letter," she says, turning kind of shy all of a sudden.

To be honest, this is confusing as fuck to me. Also, uh... "You weren't supposed to read that yet," I say. "I didn't finish it."

"It's cool," she says. "I never really thought about it before. I mean, you've always been nice to me, Ethan. It's just... yeah, you're with Ashley, but you've never even dated a girl seriously before. I understand that. It's what you do. It's cool. If you..."

"Yeah... that's why this is so hard," I say. Seriously, how the fuck do you write a love letter? I have no fucking clue.

"I won't tell her," Scarlet says. "If... if you want this to be a secret, but..."

"Thanks," I say. "I appreciate that."

"I've kind of... I'm still trying to figure some things out, but... I mean... yeah... you're fun, Ethan, and obviously you're attractive, so... if... this is really confusing for me, alright? I don't know what the fuck is going on, and then there's Caleb, and... can we just talk about this later and fuck now?"

"Yeah, we should--" Wait, uh, what the fuck?

I was going to say that yeah, we should talk about this later, because I'm wearing a fucking towel and I'd like to get dressed now. Doesn't even take that fucking long to get dressed, you know? If she just wants to wait in the hall or something. Give me five minutes, Scarlet. We can talk then.

I have no idea where the fuck the "Let's fuck" part came from, though.

It doesn't matter what I care about. Scarlet's wearing shorts and a tight t-shirt. Or, should I say she was wearing shorts. While I stand there trying to process what the fuck she's talking about, she unbuttons and unzips them, letting them fall to the floor by her feet. Then she starts tugging at her shirt and pulling it off, up and over her head.

The shorts are off. There's nothing I can do about that. The shirt, though, uh... fuck, man... help me out here. Someone? Anyone?

I step forward to stop her, but she's already done. She's standing there in her bra and panties, just kind of looking at me. She does not look like a girl who just said we could talk later so let's fuck now. She looks nothing like the Scarlet I know, either. She looks kind of shy and timid, like she's, uh... fuck if I know. I seriously have no fucking clue.

I stop in front of her, trying to figure out where to go from here. Talking? Yeah, that's it. Talking sounds good. Explain that she's got the wrong idea about what's going on, and that I don't think we were both having the same conversation a few seconds ago. There's a serious misunderstanding happening, and I have no fucking clue how, but...

Yeah, uh...

Instead of that happening, I kind of just stand there with my mouth halfway open, trying to figure out what the fuck to say. This has seriously never happened to me before. I always have something to say. Usually it's the wrong thing, and I get myself in trouble, but it's still
something
. "A" for effort, right?

Scarlet reaches out slowly with one hand and grabs my towel, then tugs at it. It comes undone, unwrapped, and falls to the floor. Her shorts and my towel lay next to each other.

She reaches for more, but I'm back in control again. I know what I'm doing, and what needs to be done. I grab her wrist and stop her, then I step away.

"Scarlet, you've got the wrong idea here," I tell her. "I don't know where this came from or how it started, but we're not going to have sex. Put your clothes back on."

"Ethan, it's alright," she says to me, soft, kind of like a whisper but maybe a little bit of a mumble, too. It's way too fucking cute for Scarlet, to be completely honest with you. She should do this for Caleb or something. He'd probably faint.

"I saw your letter," she adds after I give her a look that clearly says this isn't alright. "It's... yeah, fuck. I didn't know you were that sweet. Sexy, too. I can see why Ashley likes you. It's... um... Caleb and I are trying something, for... I'll tell you about that later, but I get it, Ethan. Ashley's gone for now and you're used to a certain amount of...
you know
... so if you need some help or whatever, private and everything, then yeah, I'm down. Just..."

I still have no fucking clue what she's saying here, but at least she's stopped trying to grab my cock. My cock is being an asshole, too, and is kind of curious what's up. Like, hey, bro, are we having sex? Should I get hard or what?

No, you stupid fucking cock. Stay the fuck down.

I bend down and grab my towel, then wrap it around my waist quick. That's the first thing I really need to do. It's not clothes, but it'll work for now. I've seen Scarlet in a bathing suit plenty of times, so, yeah, whatever. Bra and panties? Practically the same thing. This isn't a big deal yet.

Or... well,
fuck.

I see something flash out of the corner of my eye. My computer is open and up. Yeah, uh... I left it that way? I mean, of course I did. I remember doing it. It's plugged in, so who cares?

That's not the issue, though. It's the message that's flashing on my screen, and the notification box that's telling me my webcam session has now ended.

I lean over to read the flashing message. I don't even bother checking who it's from. The reason I even got this program in the first place, and the only person I ever wanted to use it with, was Ashley.

I can't believe what a fucking asshole you are.

The message flashes at me. Keeps flashing. It'll keep flashing until I click on it so that the program knows I read it. How the fuck? What happened? What did she see?

It's kind of fucking obvious, isn't it? It doesn't take a fucking detective to figure out this mystery.

I left my computer on. The webchat program opens on its own whenever I start my computer up. I changed the settings so that it would accept any webcam requests from Ashley automatically. I did all this shit on purpose because I wanted to make sure I could talk with my beautiful fucking Princess as soon as possible all the time.

And... yeah... look how fucking amazing that turned out? How fucked am I right now? Pretty fucking fucked if you ask me.

I turn to Scarlet. I want to fucking scream at her, but I don't even know what to say. I'm so fucking pissed right now, you have no fucking clue. I grab her clothes off the floor and shove them into her arms.

"Get the fuck out of my room," I say, yelling at her.

She stares at me, almost crying. Why the fuck is
she
almost crying? What the fuck did I even do to her?

"That letter was for Ashley, by the way," I add. "The entire fucking thing was for her. Not you, Scarlet."

She starts to shake and stumble, putting her shorts and shirt back on. I have half a mind to just pick her up and toss her out of my room like that, but I don't want anyone in the halls to see her. I'm already in a horrible fucking situation with Ashley, so I really don't need rumors spreading about Scarlet leaving my room half naked. Fuck, man...

"You... you wrote on it, though," she says. "
Ask Scarlet
, right? I... I thought it was..."

"Yeah, I wanted to fucking ask you for help with the letter, since I figured you were artsy and shit. I didn't want you to break into my room and then try to have sex with me. Seriously, what the fuck?"

"Ethan, I..."

One second she's almost crying, and the next second she is crying. I don't even fucking care anymore. Am I supposed to feel bad for her? Am I supposed to forgive her? How the fuck am I going to explain this to Ashley? She's hours away from me. Why the fuck would she believe me?

I don't even fucking know if I'd believe myself.

Listen, I know I have a reputation. I know how much of a fuck up I am sometimes. I know I've gotten into more than my fair share of trouble, I've had sex with more girls than I can keep track of, and while I never meant to be an asshole to any of them, uh... yeah, pretty fucking sure a lot of them would say I was an asshole.

I probably am. I'm not going to deny it. I never wanted to be an asshole to Ashley, and I think I was doing a pretty fucking good job of it, but look how that ended up?

"Sorry," Scarlet says. She's fully clothed now, bawling her eyes out, refusing to look at me. "I didn't... I'm sorry, Ethan. Sorry."

She scrambles with my doorknob. It takes her a few seconds to actually open it, though. When she finally gets it, she pulls it open as fast as she can, which is pretty slow considering she can't stop shaking. She almost falls on the floor when she goes to step into the hall.

I move to help her, because...
what the fuck, I'm not going to help her.
Even now I'm instinctively trying to be better, trying to be nice, but Scarlet fucked everything up. Holy fuck.

I do help her, though. Whatever. Who cares? The damage is done and there's a fucking crying girl standing in my doorway now. I'm really fucking pissed, so don't think I'm not, but I used to think Scarlet was my friend, so...

She starts to smile at me when I pull her up and help her get her feet steady, but then she looks away fast and her face turns pale. I hold her hips lightly while she takes a few steps forward and out my door. When she's in the hall, having taken enough steps of her own to make me feel confident that she can walk without crashing to the ground and hurting herself, I let her go.

I'm in a towel, by the way. So much for trying to make sure rumors don't start spreading. Fuck me for being nice. Just... fuck this. Fuck everything.

Thankfully no one sees me. No one's here. I almost feel like that's even worse, though. It's just Scarlet and I standing here, her stumbling down the hall, holding onto the wall, while I stand in my doorway feeling like an asshole for who the fuck knows what reason?

I close the door a little, but I keep watching to make sure she's fine. She is. She makes her way to Caleb's door. She grabs the knob and the door swings wide open for her. I have no fucking clue if Caleb is there, or where he is. Maybe he's in his room, or maybe he's not. I'll figure it out later.

Right now I need to work on some damage control. It's not even that, though. Damage control is for when you do shit that's wrong and you try to mitigate the... the fucking wrongness, you know? It's not so bad, it's not as bad as you think. That's what you try to tell everyone, at least.

BOOK: Stepbrother With Benefits 17 (Third Season)
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