Ashley
I'm excited. I'm beyond excited. It's like my birthday and Christmas on the same day, but even more than that, too. This has never happened to me before. I've never felt like this before.
It's not just because of... because of what Ethan is about to do to me. Yes, I'm very excited about that, but it's more than that, too. I know I don't have a lot of sexual experience, and I know Ethan has um... quite a bit more, but the little that I do have has never involved anything like this.
I didn't know how to ask, first off. Is that something you can do? Just ask if... if... I blush at the mere thought of it, because I don't even know how someone could do that.
I think the problem is that I don't exactly understand sex. It's not that I don't like it, because I think it's fine. Or, I thought this before, but with Ethan it's...
It's more. So much more.
This isn't about the oral sex, though I'm definitely excited about that. It's about the attention. This is about me, plain and simple, and Ethan has made it about me. He is about to focus solely on my pleasure and my pleasure alone, and that's something I've never really had before. No one's ever done that for me, and the idea of it is overwhelming to say the least. It's exhilarating and amazing and exciting and...
I just don't understand, though. Why? Maybe I should lay back and enjoy this, and I am definitely going to enjoy it, but I can't help but ask myself why he's doing this, too?
Why haven't any of the other boys I've been with seemed interested in doing it? In... in going down on me, in eating me out, in... as Ethan so politely put it, devouring my pussy. My God, even the way he said it is exciting.
I thought I was a good girl, but then why do I love hearing all of the naughty things he says he wants to do to me? Why do I like him asking me what I want him to do to me, too? I'm not sure any of this is good.
No, Ashley, of course it's not good. I have to remind myself of what we're doing. This is just for a week. I've agreed to be friends with benefits with my stepbrother for a week.
It's just a week. What's the worst that can happen. Right? Um...
I'm still not sure why, though. Why is Ethan so patient with me? Why is he so focused on making me feel good? I didn't expect that. I thought he was a jerk, an asshole, a bonafide prick, and yet here he is, making sure I feel good, giving me experiences that I've never had before, ones that I've wanted, but never knew how to ask for. And the worst part is he makes it seem so easy.
I like Ethan. A lot. I've realized this over the past couple of days we've been back home, and it's shocking, but I don't know how else to feel, either. Yes, it's sex. It's supposed to be just sex. Except he said we could be friends after, and that's different from sex, isn't it? Yes, of course it is. Also, this isn't just sex, it's friends with benefits. It's...
Why doesn't he have a girlfriend? Why doesn't he stay with anyone for longer than a couple of weeks? Why does he always dump them after, if you could even call what they were doing dating, which I'm pretty sure is not what he would call it.
I think he should. I think he would make some girl very happy, and even if he's trouble, even if he has a mouth fit for a sailor, even if he's crude and rough and crass, he's... he's not so bad. He's attentive, he's interested. He's kind, I think, except then why would a kind person do what he does to girls? Am I different?
No. I know this, too. This is what every girl probably tells themselves. Am I the different one? Can I change Ethan Colton? Am I the one?
Of course not. I... I know this, but...
Wait. Of course I'm not the one. I meant other girls. I don't know what I'm doing. What I'm thinking, what I'm...
Oh my God did he really just do that? Yessssss...
My mind is at a disconnect, trapped between trying to figure Ethan out and dealing with the beautiful sensation of his lips on my body. When he stops kissing me, when we stop talking and he begins our game, he shifts down the pool table. Lifting my shirt, he kisses from just beneath my breasts, slow and light, a trail of lingering kisses down my stomach. He slows even more, taking a break near my belly button, trailing light kisses all across my stomach.
Just when I think I've figured some of Ethan out, just when I'm asking myself why he doesn't have a girlfriend, he goes lower again. Down, to my pubis, kissing me there. His lips trail across the hood of my clit, slow and sweet. He peeks out his tongue and licks at my sensitive little pearl. My mind snaps away from all thoughts of why Ethan is the way he is, and instead turns to what Ethan is doing at this very moment.
It's easier to understand that. I definitely like it. This is like before when he shaved me bare, but very different, too. His tongue traces across my bare pussy, lapping at my smooth skin. He takes tentative, light licks at my clit. I shiver and shake at each gentle lap. It's... this is very different than anything I've ever experienced before.
I was excited to experience it, and now I'm excited to be experiencing it.
"Ohhhh," I say, letting out a lusty moan.
Ethan pauses for a second. "You like that, Princess?"
I bite my bottom lip and nod. "Mhm."
"There's more where that came from, don't worry."
I'm not. I'm not worrying. I... I know this is odd, but I feel like I never have to worry about him. About what he's doing. About what he's thinking.
Not for a week, at least. After that?
I don't want to think about it. This is now and then is then. I want to live in the moment, to experience everything I can before the inevitable.
I relax and release my inhibitions and give in to Ethan's sinful desires. They're my sinful desires now, too.
He grabs my thighs tight in his arms. He has large hands, I realize. I must have known this before, but I never really realized it until now. His fingers wrap around most of my thigh, holding me tight, and he pulls my legs up and apart, giving himself better access to...
Oh my God. Wow.
Quick and fleeting, Ethan licks from the very bottom of my sex, all the way up my slit, to the top of my clit. My entire body shudders at the sexual sensation pressing through me.
"Fuck," Ethan says. "You taste so fucking sweet, Princess."
He goes back down, swirling his tongue around my labia, tasting every crease and fold, each intimate curve. Then in, tasting me, licking inside of me. His tongue is rough, but soft, and the feel of it inside me is unlike anything I've ever felt before.
He moves back up again, carefully circling my clit, but not actually touching it. I can see what he means by this being a game, too. It's building, my anticipation is, and I find myself counting each second as I await the inevitable. As I wait for him to...
There! Yessss...
His tongue peeks out, licking against my clit, pressing at the curves of my clitoral hood, then up and around. Then on my clit directly. Pressing hard, his tongue flattening. This... this is a lot. I can feel everything, his wetness, my wetness, his tongue shifting and moving, rippling and rocking against my clit.
I love it. I love this. I love...
He stops, teasing lower again. He tastes my sweet arousal. This is what he meant, isn't it? Devouring my pussy? The description fits perfectly. It's like Ethan can't get enough of me, like he wants to taste all of me, like he's feeding off my arousal, gaining energy and sustenance from my sexual need. I'm not surprised. I wouldn't be surprised if this is exactly what he's doing. I think it is. I think this is how it must always be with him.
He's attentive and sweet and caring and considerate and focused and oh my God he's sucking my clit into his mouth.
I did not expect this. I don't even know what this is. I didn't know this was something people did, but here Ethan is, doing it. He licks at my clit, then sucks it between his lips. His teeth tap lightly around the outer edges, nibbling my sensitive little pearl. It's a strange, sharp sensation, almost too much, almost more pleasure than I can bear. There's a border, apparently, where too much pleasure becomes almost painful, and I think we're about to cross it, but I don't think Ethan will. I think he knows exactly what he's doing, and a few seconds later he proves this to me.
The tip of his tongue flicks against my clit in rapid succession while he holds me in his mouth, then he lets me loose but keeps flicking. This is too much. I don't know what's going on. My entire body is trembling. My legs start to shake, but Ethan is still holding my thighs. That doesn't keep my feet from spasming and kicking. I reach beneath me to grab something, but my fingers only touch against the soft felt of the top of the pool table. I try to dig my nails in anyways, but it doesn't work.
"You can't give up yet," Ethan says with a smirk. "I'm just getting started. At least let me give you an orgasm first."
I shake my head at him. "I'm not," I say. "You're going to be the one to give up."
"Challenges are boring, Princess. Especially coming from someone who's all talk. Actions speak a whole lot fucking louder than words."
I know why he would think this. I do. He thinks he can turn me into a melting puddle of sexual need and desire, that he'll have me begging for him soon enough, and maybe he will, but I'm going to try. Maybe I'll give in to him easily, but I'm going to do my best to be his equal, to be a challenge, to be...
I don't know if I can do this! Oh my God what is he doing?
His tongue circles my clit again, and I've come to expect what's coming next. I like it. It's exciting and fun and it feels amazing. But apparently there's more, too. Inside me, two fingers, he pushes them past my arousal-slick folds, pressing them deep into me. It's so sudden and unexpected. My body tenses immediately, my pussy clenching against this new intrusion. I can feel Ethan's grin pressing against my pubis as he sucks my clit between his lips again.
Not until he gives me an orgasm? Well, that didn't exactly take long, now did it?
Yesss....
I shudder and spasm on the table, my body convulsing. Inside me, Ethan teases his fingers up, slow and gentle, but persistent and greedy. In his mouth, my clit throbs, and he sends pounding waves of pleasure through my body with each tap of the tip of his tongue against my pleasure pearl. I can feel the beating of my heart and soul inside his mouth.
He's like some demon, an incubus of the night, coming for me, the nubile young maiden. He has me in his clutches, more than able to trap and devour my essence, but he's teasing and toying with me instead.
I can't really say I don't like it. I love this. My body loves this. I am the sole focus of Ethan's sexual energy and attention, and it's the nicest and best and most amazing thing anyone's ever done for me. I feel empowered and full and...
The pool balls in each of the pockets on the outer edge of the pool table rattle and shake against each other. That's from me, isn't it? My body, my shaking, my trembling orgasm as Ethan thrusts his fingers inside of me and sucks on my clit. Yes, yes it is.
I peak, higher, higher still. This is insane to me. It's too much. So much pleasure. An excitement overload. I want to hold something. To grab something. My hands slam against the pool table, trying to dig in again, but I can't, and then I realize there's something I can definitely grab right now.
Quick, before I change my mind, because I really don't think good girls do anything like this, I grab the back of Ethan's head. It's soft and nice, but I can hold him, too. I can grip and pull and... I do.
More. I pull him onto me, pull his face against me. He gives in to me willingly, following me, pleasuring me.
I like that. I... I don't want to think about this right now, but if I did something like that to Jake, he would yell at me. He'd pull my hands away and look at me with anger and annoyance, and he'd yell at me and ask me what do I think I'm doing.
Ethan would never do that. Not like that, never like that. Ethan knows. He understands. Ethan is the epitome of "in the moment" and when someone acts in the moment with another person who is also acting in the moment, it's a thing of beauty. It's natural and primal, but amazing and artistic, too. This is us. This is our sexual creativity, our instinctive artistry, and it makes us beautiful and special.
We're beautiful and special when we're together.
My orgasm calms, almost fading, but Ethan refuses to give up. For a little while, at least. I think he's going to keep going, and I think I'm about to give in to him and ask him to stop, to come up here, to take me, but...
"Fuck it," he says. He stops, then leaps onto the table, crawling on hands and knees above me. He grabs my thighs again and pulls them apart, taking a firm spot between my legs.
When did he...?
Fast. He's very fast. Sometime after he said "Fuck it," between then and climbing atop the pool table, climbing between my legs, Ethan removed his pants. He lets go of my legs and grabs the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. He flings it to the ground, leaving himself naked in front of me. His cock bobs and bounces, tapping against my pubis and the bottom of my stomach.
Ethan is very erect. Very very erect. Hard. I want him inside me so badly, but...
He manages to hold off. I can see it in his eyes. There's need and lust there, a fierce glimmer of sexuality. He leans over me, hands grabbing at my tanktop. His cock lodges between us, trapped between my stomach and his, throbbing and pulsing like some living beast. That's what Ethan is, I think. A beast. Some sort of sex-crazed animal.
My mind floats to the story of Beauty and the Beast. I don't know if that fits. It probably doesn't. I'm not sure what I'm doing or why I'm thinking this. I don't have time to think about it for long.
Ethan pulls me up and rips off my shirt, tossing it away. He stares down at me, hard, eyes drinking in all of me. Pulling himself back up, admiring my body, he grabs both of my breasts, one in each hand, and squeezes them roughly.
"Give in, Princess," he says. "Do it. I want you to grab my cock and guide me inside of you. Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be."
This is it. Our game. He wants me to give in, even though I think he wants to give in, too. Why? To keep control, I think. And if I'm being honest, I want nothing more than to do exactly what he says, but...
No, I don't want to lose this game. I think I can win it. Maybe. I'm not sure yet.
I shake my head and bite my lip. No.
He glares at me, huffing, nose flaring. "Little Miss Fucking Perfect thinks she can beat me at my own game? What a fucking joke. I can tell you want this, Princess. You're wetter than a fucking underwater waterfall."
It's hot. And funny. I don't mean to, but I laugh. "Underwater waterfall?" I ask, giggling.
He softens, smirking at me. "This isn't funny," he says. "I want to fuck you, but you won't give in. Come on, just reach down and grab my cock. It's easy. I won't think any less of you, Princess."
I shake my head again, no. "I'm a good girl, Ethan."
He roars with laughter. "Oh yeah? I'm not so sure about that. I don't think a good girl would end up naked on a pool table while letting her stepbrother devour the shit out of her perfect little pussy, do you?"
"No," I say, agreeing. "I think you're forgetting something, though. One of the virtues of a good girl is that we're patient. It's like how they say nice guys finish last? Well, I think we both know who the nice one is here."
"Holy fuck," Ethan says, grinning. "Holy fucking fuck. Wow. I can't even believe this."
I smile. "I'll give in if you kiss me," I say.
"I'll kiss you when you give in," he counters.
We are, it seems, at an impasse.
Or not.
Ethan has an idea, apparently. It turns out to be a very good idea. He's smart when he wants to be.
He lets go of one of my breasts and grabs my hand. I don't fight at first, because I'm not sure what he's doing, but when he wraps my fingers around his cock, I understand. I try to pull away, try to fight against him, but he wraps his fingers around mine, keeping me holding onto his erection.
"Ethan!" I shout at him, but I can't help but laugh, too.
"Yeah?" he says. "What's up, Princess?"
"This isn't fair. You're forcing me."
"Life's not fair, Princess," he says. "Get over it."
I laugh and squirm and try to free myself from him, but he's too strong and I'm trapped beneath him. He makes me guide his cock towards my sex. I can feel him, feel the head of his erection poking and prodding and...
He's in. As soon as he is, he lets me go. Sort of. He grabs my wrist and pins it above my head, then he slams hard into me and crashes down atop me. His lips meet mine just as his cock thrusts all the way inside of me. Oh my God, so good, so...
So much. So full. And his lips are so rough, but so passionate. I kiss him and my fingers clench and grab at air, my hand trapped in his wrist, begging to be free so I can...
My other hand. It's free, isn't it? Yes. I grab him, his back, rake my nails into his taut muscles and soft skin. It's gentle and rough, just like him, just like Ethan.
Ethan Colton, my stepbrother, who is currently pounding hard into me, ramming his thick cock inside my tight pussy. If I thought the pool balls tucked away in their pockets were rattling before from my trembling orgasm, well...
The cacophony of sound from the pool table is deafening, but I can barely even hear it over the sound of flesh against flesh, Ethan's hard cock pounding into my bare pussy.
It is nice, I realize. Just like he said. Both of us, Shaved and shaved, slick and smooth, nothing to stop us, nothing to get in the way. It's just him and I, our bodies perfect together, our mutual lust combined into one powerful, awe-inspiring, orgasmic existence.
I fade. I lose. This game is over. I think we're both winners, though.
Ethan roars out his triumph, grunting and thrusting and pounding. He pushes hard all the way inside of me and I can feel his cock twitching and pulsing, ready to fill me to the brim. I feel myself, too, just on the edge, just one little push. As soon as he cums, he sends me over the precipice of pleasure, my climax complete.
I clutch and squeeze and grab at him. Inside, my inner walls grip his cock tight, begging him for more. Outside, my lips frantically kiss at his, needing and wanting everything, all of him. He still keeps my one hand pinned above my head, but with my other I trace red, ragged lines in his back with my nails, over and over, digging into his skin.
Ethan pulls out slightly, then pounds hard back in. He holds himself there, cock twitching, still cumming, then out, a little, inch by inch, and he slams back in again.
"Fuck. You. Are. So. Fucking. Fuck," he says. I have no idea what this means but I love it and I laugh and smile and kiss him and revel in our mutual orgasms together.
"Mine," he growls in between kissing me. I nip at his lower lip, which makes him grin. "You're mine, Princess. Your pussy is fucking god-like. I don't even want to pull out ever. I want to fall asleep inside you, like a goddamn fucking pillow for my cock."
I suck his lip into my mouth even more and bite down a little harder, smiling at him.
"You have fun?" he asks, his words coming out funny with his lip in my mouth. "I took your oral virginity. How was that?"
I let go of his lip and smile and kiss him. "Good," I say. "No, it was great. Ethan, it was amazing. Is that how it always is?"
"Nah," he says, cocksure and confident. "I'm just really fucking good."
"You are," I say. "I liked it a lot."
"Oh yeah? Don't worry, there's more where that came from. A lot more."
"Oh?" I ask, coy. "Like what?"
"Like what? Holy fuck, you're insatiable, aren't you? I'm going to turn you into some kind of sex freak or something. Maybe we should stop. I don't want to be responsible for something like that."
He says this, but he grins, too. I pout and shake my head.
"No," I say. "We can't stop. I don't want to."
"No?"
"No!"
"Well, you're in luck. I'm making another rule," he says, but then he pauses.
I give him a funny look, but he doesn't say anything for a few more seconds.
"Ashley, what the fuck rule are we on now? I can't keep up with this. We need to write this shit down or something."
I laugh and lean up to kiss him. "Eleven," I tell him. "The last one was ten."
"Got it. Good. Rule number eleven, then. Here it is. You ready?"
I nod. I'm ready. I'm more than ready. I think this will be a good rule.
"Rule number eleven is that I'm going to eat your sweet fucking pussy at least once a day. At least. Maybe twice. Three times. All fucking day. What are you doing tomorrow? You free? Let's just stay in bed all day and fuck. What do you think?"
"All day?" I ask, eyes wide. Is that even possible?
"You don't think I can do it?" he asks.
I shake my head, no. I don't want to talk right now. I just want to listen to Ethan talk. I like everything he says. He's fun.
"Listen, let's just be straight with each other here," he says. "Since this morning I've had a constant hard-on, and it's because of you. Even after we had sex, I wanted to have sex again. And right now, I'm pretty sure if you give me a couple of minutes I'll be good to go again for an hour, so... yeah, all fucking day. You're so fucking... Ashley, seriously, fuck, you're perfect, I don't even..."
He stops. I loved every word he said, loved hearing it straight from him, because it's how I feel, too, but...
I think we're going too far. Maybe. I don't understand this. I don't know what we're doing anymore. I'm not sure what we've started, and I know we're supposed to finish it... in a week... but I don't know how.
This is why he leaves every girl, isn't it?
I don't want to think about that right now. I know it's impossible, especially for us, and that's why we have these rules. That's why we've come to this agreement. It's fine. I understand it.
Logically I do. Emotionally, I don't. I'm just going to have to get over that one.
I sneak up and kiss him quick. "I'm hungry," I say.
"Oh yeah?" he asks. "Hungry for what? My cock?"
"Mhm," I murmur. "But maybe also french fries?" I add.
"Fuck, that sounds good," he says. "You ever go to that place, uh... what the fuck is it called? You probably did. Everyone did after high school. Was a great place to hang out and get something to eat, go on dates or whatever, play arcade games with friends. I wonder if everything's still the same. It wasn't that long ago, huh?"
"Albertson's," I say. "I went a couple of times with some friends, but I usually came home right after school."
"Yeah," he says. "I get it. Homework. Maybe I should have done that a little more often, too."
I laugh. "Are you regretting not doing homework? Really?"
"Nah," he says. "Homework sucked. Maybe if I had a cute study partner to help me out it would have been better."
"You could have asked me," I say. "I would have helped you."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhm."
"I would've corrupted you," he says, grinning. "It never would have worked out."
Maybe, I think, but I don't say this, I just smile at him. Maybe you would have, Ethan, and maybe I would have enjoyed it...