Stepbrother With Benefits #9 (Second Season)

by Mia Clark

  Well, uh... then I do stuff. Yeah, let's go with that. I'm about to do some stuff. Say it, really, but whatever. Same thing.

  "I can drive the second car," I say. "If that's cool with you."

  "Sure, that works," my dad says.

  Then, uh... "Ashley, you want to come with me?" I ask her.

  She looks at me, confused at first, but then she smiles. Holy fuck, I love when she smiles at me. It's like Lady Luck herself, the sun, and every single star in the sky is shining down on me at the same time, beautiful as fuck.

  "Sure," she says. "That sounds fun."

  My dad gives me a weird look, as if I just told him I was going to renounce all mortal sins for eternity and become a chaste monk or something. My stepmom just smiles and nods at me, her little show of approval. Yeah, you know what? I'm a pretty fucking nice guy, don't you forget it.

  "If you think you're up for the task, have at it, you two," my dad says.

  "I think I can handle it," I say, giving him a nod.

  "You want to use the old campground rules?" my dad asks me.

  "Old rules, huh?" I say, grinning, mysterious. Ashley and her mom look at us like we're crazy, which I guess maybe we are. "I don't know. Do you think they can handle it?"

  I give a quick jerk of my head towards the women, and my dad grins at them, conspiratorial.

  "We can handle it!" my stepmom says. "Right, Ashley?"

  "Um, I kind of want to know what we're handling first," she says, cautious.

  Oh yeah, Princess? I've got something you can handle. Let's just go somewhere private first. I kind of want to say that, but my dad's right here, and uh... well, you know? Probably not a good idea.

  It's my cock, though. That's what she can handle. My cock. I'm really good at this innuendo thing, right?

  "Three out of four majority," my dad says. "Sorry, Ashley, it's old campground rules no matter what."

  She mumbles to herself. It's kind of cute. I sort of want to go over and squeeze her tight and kiss her until she melts, but uh... yeah, my dad's still here. Can't do that, either.

  "So what are old campground rules?" my stepmom asks.

  "No technology allowed," my dad says. "Besides the cars, which we'll only use for the drive down there, as of right now there's a ban on anything electronic. This basically means—"

  "Wait," my stepmom says. "I can't bring my phone?"

  "Nope!" Ashley says, sticking her tongue out at her.

  "This isn't good. What if I need it?"

  "Mom, who do you even call? Me and Ethan's dad?"

  "I might need to check the weather, though," she says. "How will I know if it's going to rain?"

  "Look up? We'll be outdoors, Mom."

  Ashley and her mom bicker back and forth. My dad and I just stand there, watching them, laughing. After awhile, we start to load some of the stuff we had into another car. It doesn't take too long.

  "Alright, ladies. What do we have?" my dad asks them.

  They each hold up a bag. One bag. Are you for real?

  "Seriously?" I ask. "What took you so long to pack if you've only got one bag?"

  "What are you talking about?" Ashley asks. "How many bags do you have?"

  "Uh, one? It's just a camping trip, Princess. It's not like you need a lot. Some clothes, a bathing suit, a couple of towels."

  "Wait, we need towels?" my stepmom asks.

  "Mom," Ashley says. "You didn't tell me we needed towels."

  "Are you two for real?" I say. "You took over an hour to pack and you didn't get towels?"

  "Ethan, could you just go in and grab a couple of extra towels for them?" my dad asks me.

  "Yeah, I guess. Give me your phones and stuff while I'm here. I'll toss them inside."

  "What?" my stepmom asks. "I can't just keep it in the car when we're down there?"

  "Too tempting," my dad explains. "It's easy to break the ban if you've got your phone right there. We always used to leave them here. There's phones at the campground, so it's not like we'll be completely without one in the event of an emergency. It'll be fine."

  "But..."

  "You're the one that agreed without even asking what the rule was," Ashley says, smirking. "Maybe next time you won't agree so easily?"

  Yeah, you should always know what you're agreeing to, huh? Not sure it works like that all the time, though, Princess. Did you ever think we'd end up where we are when you first agreed to rule number one? I glance at her, just can't seem to stop looking at her, and she glances over at me, too. We look into each other's eyes and smile a little, but I don't think anyone but us realizes it.

  Ashley reaches for her pocket, but then realizes her phone is in her packed bag. She opens the bag to get her phone, and I just stare at her. Fuck, those are some short, tight shorts, huh? I'm supposed to be taking this phone from her, but I can't stop staring at her legs. I kind of just want to lick them. Start at the toes and work my way up until I get to her sweet, creamy center... delicious as fuck, that's what that is.

  Ashley's mom grumbles and hands me her phone, too. I guess I should stop staring at my stepsister's legs now? Yeah...

  I take both their phones, and my dad's when he offers it to me, then I jog into the house to get some towels. I leave everyone's phone on the dining room table in the empty stone bowl in the middle where we keep fruit and stuff sometimes. I get some towels from the linen closet downstairs, then head back to the garage.

  Everything's packed now. My dad and stepmom are getting into one car, and Ashley's standing by the other.

  "You ready for the ride of your life, Princess?" I ask her.

  "You think you're that good, do you?" she counters.

  Thankfully my dad's in the car with the window up, so he can't hear any of this.

  "Better," I tell her, smirking. "You don't even know what you're getting into here."

  "I think I have a pretty good idea..." she says, grinning uncontrollably and winking at me.

  My dad rolls down the window. "What's the hold up?" he asks.

  "Nothing," I say. "Little Perfect Princess over here was just whining about not having her phone."

  "Stay strong, Ashley!" my stepmom says. "You can do it!"

  Ashley rolls her eyes at her mom and laughs.

  Yeah, well, that's it. Time for a road trip. We're going camping.

  *** Ashley

  "Are we there yet?" I ask, tossing Ethan an antagonistic grin.

  "Don't you even start with me, Princess," he says. He tries to sound angry, but he can't fool me.

  I wait a few seconds before asking him again. "Ethan, are we there yet?"

  "Oh, you want to play games?" he asks, laughing. "Don't make me pull this car over, baby girl."

  "What would you do if you did?" I ask him. "Are you going to spank me? Huh?"

  "What's with the spanking thing?" he asks. "You like that?"

  I shrug. "I don't know? Kind of?"

  "You either do or you don't," he says. "You can't be undecided about something like that. That's not how this works."

  "I'm pretty sure I can be whatever I want about anything I want," I tell him, huffy. "I love pancakes, but I don't really like apple juice, even though I'll still drink it. That's the same, right?"

  "So you're saying that you'd be into it if I spanked you, but you don't really care if I don't?" he asks.

  "No," I say. "I'd probably really like it. It's just weird, don't you think? I mean, I don't want you to um... I don't know... I just like it when you grab me, and it just seems like the kind of thing you'd do after being grabby, right? Spanking, I mean."

  "Yeah," he says. "I guess I get what you mean."

  "Do you like it?" I ask him. "Doing it, I mean. Not um... not if I did it to you."

  "Yeah, I don't think I'm really into the equal opportunity spanking, either," he says, smirking. "It was cool, though. I haven't really done that before like I did at the restaurant, but I liked it."

  Oh, yes... the restaurant. I remember that very well..
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  We keep driving, lapsing into quiet conversation and mostly silence, just nice and relaxed. I stare out the window and watch the trees go by. We're on a country highway and the only car in sight is the one in front of us, the one our parents are in. Our parents can't see us or hear us, and it's just the two of us now. We can do and say anything we want. For now, at least. When we get to the campsite, I think that's all going to change.

  "You've got your own tent," Ethan says. "Not sure if I told you that before, or if my dad did. I kind of almost told him that you and I could just share one, but he wasn't going for it."

  "You almost told him?" I ask, raising one brow.

  "Look, I did, I told him, but he said that wouldn't work. I didn't really try to fight with him about it, because for all he knows, it wouldn't work. From what I know, it'd work really well, though. Except tents are for sleeping, and if I'm in the same tent as you, I'm pretty sure I won't want to go to sleep, Princess. Maybe this is for the best."

  "If you were in a tent with me, what would you want to do?" I ask him, coy.

  He shakes his head, grinning, and sighs.

  I sneak my hand closer to him, and rest it on his thigh. He glances down quick, looking at his leg and my hand, then he looks over at me, curious.

  Acting innocent, I simply rub my hand back and forth, massaging his thigh. He shrugs and goes back to driving, paying attention to the road. I let him think that I'm not doing anything suspicious for a few seconds, and then I move into action.

  My hand caresses up and down his thigh. Then in, towards his crotch, and, well... I squeeze a little. I can feel his cock twitch in response, tightening in his shorts. Ethan shifts in the seat, getting more comfortable.

  "Hope you didn't forget rule number nineteen," he says, giving me a sidelong glance. "Don't start what you can't finish, Princess."

  I grin at him. "You think I can't finish it?" I ask.

  "Nah," he says. "You do whatever you want. Follow your heart's desires, remember?"

  "You keep saying that, but you always say it when it's me trying to do something sexy to you," I say.

  "It's pretty good advice," he counters. "Can't argue with the results, either. It seems to have worked out so far."

  "For you," I tell him. "It seems to have worked out for you. First you get a blowjob, and now you're trying to convince me to give you a handjob while you're driving."

  "I mean, why stop at a handjob?" he asks. "Go for gold, right? Go big or go home."

  "Um..."

  Was he saying what I thought he was? A blowjob... while he's driving? I don't even know how that works, except...

  I take a quick glance at what I have to work with here. Ethan's seat is definitely far enough back that I could give him a blowjob, but he's driving, which I'm not sure is very safe. I guess giving him a handjob while he's driving isn't very safe, either, though. Doing any sex stuff while in a moving vehicle is probably not the safest thing to do, but I kind of want to do it. Do something. I'm not sure what yet.

  I decide to do a little... just a little! Ethan is wearing shorts, so that makes this easier, too. I sneak my hand through the leg of his shorts and fidget my way up until I can feel his cock. Except he's wearing underwear. This isn't going to work. I tempt and tease him a little, still, caressing his ever-hardening cock with my fingers until I can see an obvious bulge in the front of his shorts.

  I pull my hand back out, and Ethan grunts.

  "So much for rule nineteen," he says. "Can't even follow your own—"

  Before he finishes, I reach over and unbutton and unzip his shorts, then tug them a little down. Ethan lifts up his hips and helps me get them further. His foot gets heavier on the gas as he does, and the car engine roars a little louder.

  "Ethan! Pay attention to the road!"

  "I'm paying attention! What the fuck?"

  "Well... be careful," I say. "If I'm going to do this, I don't want you to crash. We have to do this safe, alright?"

  "I know how to drive," he says, glaring at me out of the corner of his eye.

  "Oh yeah?" I say. "I know how to give a handjob, too. I've done it before."

  "Who the fuck to?" he asks.

  "You, duh."

  "Yeah, I meant who else?" he asks.

  "Um... no one else, really."

  It's basically true, too. I can't say I didn't try, but it never really worked out. Now I'm kind of glad it didn't, either. It's weird, maybe, but Ethan is a lot more fun, if that makes sense. He's more interested in me and him and us together. I like exploring with him. I guess it's just me exploring, but I still like it because it's with him.

  "Can I ask you something?" I ask him.

  "Yeah, you literally just did," he says.

  "Shut up," I say, slapping at his thigh. His partially freed cock twitches in anticipation. "I meant, um... is it always like this? Sex and relationships and stuff. Is it fun like this?"

  "How am I supposed to know?" he asks. "You're the first girl I've actually dated, Princess."

  "I know," I say. "That's not what I meant."

  It's kind of weird to say, because in those regards I have more experience than Ethan? Except that's not really true, either. Yes, I've dated a couple of guys, but it wasn't very serious, and I want it to be serious with Ethan. He's never really dated, I guess, but he's... he's done things, which is kind of the same, but different.

  "No, it's not always like this," he says. "Lots of guys are dicks, and they only think with their dicks. Don't get me wrong, I want to fuck you hard every chance I get, but I want you to have a good time, too."

  "I'm not sure there's a lot of guys like that," I tell him, truthful. "I don't really know for sure, but it doesn't seem like it."

  "It doesn't matter if there's a lot of guys like that," he says. "You're with me and I'm like that, so that's all that matters, right?"

  I laugh because he makes it sound so simple. Is it, though? I guess it might be.

  "I was just kidding before, by the way," he says. "Handjob in the car? Probably not a great idea."

  I don't think I like that. I don't always like to admit it, but I'm kind of competitive, and I don't like being told I can't do something. It's not the same as Ethan, who just um... ignores all of that and does whatever he wants. It's more in an academic way, where if I know a class is difficult, I want to try harder to get a better grade. Or if someone says that freshmen in college almost never get special internships with the professors, I want to try harder to get one. I've always gotten good grades no matter what the class, and I even got a special internship for a few weeks my first year in college, so it makes sense that, um...

  This is kind of the same, right? Except, no, not really. That's alright, though.

  I reach over and pull at the waistband of Ethan's underwear with one hand, and reach past them with the other. I grab his partially erect cock, except it's more erect than I thought. It takes some work, but I manage to get it out and up and... well, it's very up right about now. Quite a lot of up is going on between his legs, actually.

  I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke slowly up and down. He groans, his cock jerking and twitching in my hand, but he pays attention to the road and mostly seems to be driving safely.

  "I'm not teasing you," I tell him. "I'm just going slow because I don't want you to crash or anything."

  He smirks, but it's short lived. I stroke him a little quicker, and his smirk is replaced by an open-mouthed grunt of pleasure. It's really kind of sexy, actually. It's... I mean, I don't exactly listen to myself when I'm doing sexy things or having sex, but I know my moans are softer and um... more feminine, of course. Ethan's grunts are harder and kind of rough. I like the difference and the contrast there. It's like we're opposites, but we go together really well. Which... yes, we do. Very very well...

  "It feels fucking amazing," he says. "For real, please don't stop."

  "I won't, but be careful," I tell him. "I don't know how we'd explain this to my mom and your dad."
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  He grunts and nods. That's when I take deeper action and um... I don't even know what I'm doing. I'm just kind of making this all up as I go.

  I shift in my seat and then lean over to the side, moving my head low. Ethan glances at me, confused for a second, except then I lick the head of his cock and he's not confused anymore. I take him quickly into my mouth, rolling my tongue around his cockhead while stroking him up and down. His hips move a little, almost bucking up, but he restrains himself.

  I move back now, stroking my hand all the way up, then down to the base, bringing the recent wetness from my mouth and my tongue along with it. Up, then down... slow and steady. Ethan's cock grows even harder in my hand, the head a throbbing, angry purple color.

  "Holy fuck..." he says.

  "You like?" I ask.

  "Damn fucking right I do," he says.

  "Good," I say, continuing.

  "Holy fucking... fuck! Are you for real? Seriously, what the fuck?"

  This isn't anywhere near the same as before. If anything, it's the opposite. He sounds mad. I stop stroking him for a second and look where he's looking. It only takes a second to realize why he's mad. The forest cleared awhile back and we're driving through the outskirts of a small town, except our parents have decided to stop at a rest area. It's not much more than a gas station and a convenience store, but it means that we have to stop, too. Which means that I have to stop, which means...

  It's pretty obvious what that means, and I'm kind of upset about it, too!

  I stroke Ethan a little more until we slow down and pull over into the gas station, then I let him go. He shifts and pulls his underwear up, sort of covering his erection, but it's not exactly an easy thing to cover when it's like that.

  He rolls down the window as he drives up to our parents. My mom rolls down her window, too, and Ethan's dad gets out of the stopped car.

  "What's up?" Ethan asks. "Why are we stopping?"

  "Need to fill up the gas," my stepfather says. "You two want anything while we're here?"

  "I'll grab it," my mom says. "Unless either of you wants to come in with me? Do you need gas, too?"

  I glance at the fuel gauge along with Ethan. "We're basically full," he says. "I filled it up the other day, and haven't really driven it since."