Stepbrother With Benefits 1 Read Online Free
Author: Mia Clark
to begin with, to be honest. A couple weeks, maybe, then a booty call at best, but I try to make it pretty fucking clear what's going on.
It's just fucking, you know? I give you a good time, you give me a good time, then we go our separate ways. Easy.
Jake. What a pussy-ass name, too. I was just teasing her before, but I wrap my arms around her again and hug her. She looks lost. Fuck, her eyes. Ashley has the biggest, brightest brown eyes you've ever seen. Gorgeous, really. They used to be hard to see with her glasses, but when her mom married my dad, he got her LASIK surgery for her sixteenth birthday and ever since then, well...
Yeah, she's got nice eyes. They're the kind of eyes you want looking up at you when you get a blowjob. A little coy, kind of cute, except she's got your cock in her mouth, so that kind of shoves the coy cuteness out the window, now doesn't it?
She's crying right now, though. Fucking asshole. Can't even believe he'd do that. I hold her and hug her and we rock back and forth. She's into it, crying against my chest. Maybe I should have put a shirt on when I came inside from the pool, but I didn't expect to stay in here that long. I just wanted to grab something to drink.
"Hey," I say to her. "He's just a stupid fucking prick, alright? Don't even think about him anymore."
She looks up at me. Close. Shit. We're really close, aren't we? Chest to chest. Her bottom lip quivers. I kind of want to suck it between my teeth and nibble on it, then kiss the fuck out of her. Shit, this is Ashley, she's my sister.
Stepsister, I remind myself. But what the hell difference does it make? It's the same thing, same idea. I've known this girl since second grade.
I remember thinking she used to wear the cutest panties for a dork. I didn't know what to call it at the time, but if I had to put words to it now, I would have thought she was a lady on the streets and a freak in the sheets. Nice, huh? Yeah, even my second grade self was an asshole and a sex fiend. No one's ever complained about the latter. I take care of the girls I'm with.
I bet Jake's some limp dick fuck who can't even satisfy a girl in bed, and then he wants to screw around and dump her just because of his own issues. Holy fuck, I can't even believe I just thought that.
Ashley's still looking up at me. Lips parted. Shaking. Crying.
Don't cry, Princess. Fuck, she just closed her eyes. I could kiss her right now. I kind of want to kiss her right now.
I lean down. I'll do it. Fuck, this is stupid. Our lips are almost touching. She sees me. She opens her eyes. We're close. Way too close.
She pushes me away and looks around. "Do you have something I can blow my nose with?" she asks.
Ashley
D id he almost kiss me ? No way. Ugh. Weird?
Maybe I shouldn't have pushed him away. Wait, what am I saying? Did I want him to kiss me? Uh... no! I'm supposed to be smart, but I'm just acting like one of those bimbo girls Ethan likes to screw around with and then dump.
Why did I even tell him about what happened with Jake? I bet Ethan hasn't been in a real relationship in his entire life. What does he know? He probably agrees with Jake. It wouldn't surprise me.
He unwraps the towel from around his waist and hands it to me. "Here," he says.
I take it, staring at it, then I look at him. He's smiling at me, cocksure and confident. What an asshole.
"Um...?"
"You needed something to blow your nose with, right?" he says.
I laugh. "Ethan, this is a towel."
"Yeah, so?"
"I can't--"
He tries to take the towel to wipe my nose himself, but I pull it away from him. "Stop it," I snap. "Fine, alright?"
I blow my nose. Maybe this is a bad thing. I feel like I can smell him. Remember that melted sex thing I mentioned before? Yeah, that. It's like I'm rubbing the smell of his sexuality directly onto my nose, his pheromones making me crazy. Is that how that works? Is that why girls go wild over bad boy Ethan Colton? I kind of want to Google it. He'd probably call me a
It's just fucking, you know? I give you a good time, you give me a good time, then we go our separate ways. Easy.
Jake. What a pussy-ass name, too. I was just teasing her before, but I wrap my arms around her again and hug her. She looks lost. Fuck, her eyes. Ashley has the biggest, brightest brown eyes you've ever seen. Gorgeous, really. They used to be hard to see with her glasses, but when her mom married my dad, he got her LASIK surgery for her sixteenth birthday and ever since then, well...
Yeah, she's got nice eyes. They're the kind of eyes you want looking up at you when you get a blowjob. A little coy, kind of cute, except she's got your cock in her mouth, so that kind of shoves the coy cuteness out the window, now doesn't it?
She's crying right now, though. Fucking asshole. Can't even believe he'd do that. I hold her and hug her and we rock back and forth. She's into it, crying against my chest. Maybe I should have put a shirt on when I came inside from the pool, but I didn't expect to stay in here that long. I just wanted to grab something to drink.
"Hey," I say to her. "He's just a stupid fucking prick, alright? Don't even think about him anymore."
She looks up at me. Close. Shit. We're really close, aren't we? Chest to chest. Her bottom lip quivers. I kind of want to suck it between my teeth and nibble on it, then kiss the fuck out of her. Shit, this is Ashley, she's my sister.
Stepsister, I remind myself. But what the hell difference does it make? It's the same thing, same idea. I've known this girl since second grade.
I remember thinking she used to wear the cutest panties for a dork. I didn't know what to call it at the time, but if I had to put words to it now, I would have thought she was a lady on the streets and a freak in the sheets. Nice, huh? Yeah, even my second grade self was an asshole and a sex fiend. No one's ever complained about the latter. I take care of the girls I'm with.
I bet Jake's some limp dick fuck who can't even satisfy a girl in bed, and then he wants to screw around and dump her just because of his own issues. Holy fuck, I can't even believe I just thought that.
Ashley's still looking up at me. Lips parted. Shaking. Crying.
Don't cry, Princess. Fuck, she just closed her eyes. I could kiss her right now. I kind of want to kiss her right now.
I lean down. I'll do it. Fuck, this is stupid. Our lips are almost touching. She sees me. She opens her eyes. We're close. Way too close.
She pushes me away and looks around. "Do you have something I can blow my nose with?" she asks.
Ashley
D id he almost kiss me ? No way. Ugh. Weird?
Maybe I shouldn't have pushed him away. Wait, what am I saying? Did I want him to kiss me? Uh... no! I'm supposed to be smart, but I'm just acting like one of those bimbo girls Ethan likes to screw around with and then dump.
Why did I even tell him about what happened with Jake? I bet Ethan hasn't been in a real relationship in his entire life. What does he know? He probably agrees with Jake. It wouldn't surprise me.
He unwraps the towel from around his waist and hands it to me. "Here," he says.
I take it, staring at it, then I look at him. He's smiling at me, cocksure and confident. What an asshole.
"Um...?"
"You needed something to blow your nose with, right?" he says.
I laugh. "Ethan, this is a towel."
"Yeah, so?"
"I can't--"
He tries to take the towel to wipe my nose himself, but I pull it away from him. "Stop it," I snap. "Fine, alright?"
I blow my nose. Maybe this is a bad thing. I feel like I can smell him. Remember that melted sex thing I mentioned before? Yeah, that. It's like I'm rubbing the smell of his sexuality directly onto my nose, his pheromones making me crazy. Is that how that works? Is that why girls go wild over bad boy Ethan Colton? I kind of want to Google it. He'd probably call me a
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