Ethan
This isn't how I planned to spend my night. I'm not even sure what we're doing, but it's kind of fun in a fucked up sort of way. Here, let me lay it out for you quick.
•Hot tub.
•Me.
•Ashley.
•We're naked.
•Sexy shit is about to go down.
That's all you really have to know. You want more? Well, fuck, aren't you greedy?
"Alright, go slow," she says.
"I'm not even in yet," I tell her. "We haven't started. How can I go slow?"
"Go slow when you start!" she says, laughing.
"What the fuck, are you sassing me?" I ask, smirking at her.
"No," she says. "Yes."
"Make up your mind, Princess. Which is it?"
"No-yes."
"Real fucking cute," I say. "Alright, uh... lean back? I'll be gentle."
Gentle? Yeah, that's what I said. I'm going to be gentle with her. It's cool. I can handle it. Delicate fucking Princess Ashley. Nah, for real, though, she's sore and I don't want to be a dick about that. It happens. Usually I wouldn't be doing this, and I'd just give her a break for the day, but she's the one that started it. This isn't my fault, it's hers.
Yeah, I made her sore in the first place, but she's the one that told me I could lift hard and get worked up, and now she's dealing with the consequences. You can't do that to someone. It's just rude.
"Like this?" she asks.
Holy fuck. Yeah... just like that...
She leans backwards, the middle of her back pressed against the edge of the hot tub. With her body arched like that, her breasts look massive against her petite frame, and her taut stomach is gorgeous as fuck. I run my hand from her hips, up her stomach, to her breasts, admiring the view and groping her.
Gently, of course. No fucking idea why I'm being gentle with her breasts, because it's her pussy that's overworked, but whatever. There needs to be comparable interaction. I think that's some physics rule. Newton’s third law? A body set in motion stays in motion? I don't fucking know. I'll put her in motion alright, that's for sure.
"Ethan, what are you--"
"Playing with your breasts," I say, interrupting her. I interrupt her even more with my lips pressed against hers, kissing her. "Quiet, Princess. Let's do this."
"I like the water," she says. "You were right. It's warm and relaxing. I do feel a little better."
"You ready, then?" I ask.
Even though I asked her, I reach between her legs and check for myself, too. I lean closer to her, my body pressed tight to hers, my hard abs to her soft stomach. I stroke two fingers up and down her slit, then slowly, gentle as fuck, push inside of her. She bucks her hips up to meet me, then hisses.
"Please, slow, slow slow slow."
"Shit, it's just my fingers," I say. "Are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to. We can go... go fucking cuddle or something?"
Cuddle? Did I seriously just suggest we go cuddle instead of having sex? Who the fuck am I and what have I done with Ethan? I'm having an identity crisis or an existential crisis or some kind of crisis. Probably more than one. What's the plural of crisis? Crises?
Might as well ask Ashley. She's the smart one.
"Hey," I say. "What's more than one crisis called?"
She snaps open her eyes and stares at me. "What?"
I pull my fingers out and wrap my hand around my cock, guiding it towards her entrance.
"You know, like if you're dealing with a crisis, but there's two of them, what's that called?"
"A catastrophe?" she offers. "What do you mean? Like an earthquake and a tornado?"
"No, not a different word. The same word, but more than one."
"Plural?"
I move closer to her. My cock is on a mission, ready to go deep undercover. This is serious espionage shit, covert stealth operative. I need to penetrate her pussy's defenses and leave my seed behind as a marker. I don't know where I come up with this shit. I might be screwed up.
"I... um... I don't know?" she says. "Crises..." Her eyes widen and she stops suddenly. "Slow!"
"Holy fuck it's just the head!" I say to her.
"Ethan, please!"
That's it. I'm in. Sort of. Just the tip. The head of my cock is most decidedly lodged inside of her pussy, but there's a whole fucking lot more to go, and I'm just standing here, surrounded by hot water and bubbles and this beautiful girl's body beneath me, my gorgeous fucking Princess, and that's it. I can't move. I stay still and wait.
"Alright, you can go a little--"
I shift slightly and push forward, but she stops me before I even start. Her hands crash against my chest and she holds me at bay.
"Listen, I'm going slow as fuck," I tell her. "We're not going to get anywhere like this. Why don't we just stop?"
Yeah, I'm telling her we should stop. Fuck me. I can't deal with this. My cock is hard as fuck and I just want to sink inside her golden pussy and feel her pulse and press against my shaft, but it's not going to work. Anyone can see this, except for Ashley.
"No, we can do it," she says. "I'll stop, I won't say anything. You can keep going."
I push a little more in. Just barely. A fraction of a quarter of an inch. Slow. Very slow. Gentle and soft and slow and I even squeeze her breast and tease her nipple and kiss her to take her mind off of it, but the way she clenches her eyes shut, wincing, makes me stop. I stand there, staring at her, my lips touching hers, my hand cupping her breast.
"What?" she asks me after awhile, opening her eyes.
"How many times have you had sex?" I ask.
"I don't know. A few?"
"Ashley, how many times is a few?"
"Why did you call me Ashley?"
"This is a serious conversation," I tell her. "We need to be serious right now."
"Um... well... I think five? Five times? Maybe four."
"How the fuck does that work?" I ask her. "We've had sex more than that already."
I don't actually know if we've had sex more than that. I haven't been counting, I've just been enjoying myself.
"I meant before you and I um... before we did. It was four or five times. It might have been three," she says. She does that thing where she starts counting in her mind, eyes narrowed, looking slightly up at numbers that only exist in her thoughts.
"So what you're saying," I say, "is that you're basically a virgin."
"I'm not a virgin, Ethan Colton!"
"Whoa, full names. Shit, I struck a chord, huh?"
"Shut up. Are you going to fuck me now or what?"
"I'm fucking trying!" Wait, hold up. Did she just...? "Did you just swear? Holy shit."
"I did not," she says, blushing and looking away from me.
"I heard you, Princess. Don't lie to me."
"It wasn't a swear word," she says. "It was a verb. An action that needs doing."
"You're going to try to beat me on a technicality? I'm not sure that's how this works."
While we're talking, arguing about whether she swore or simply used a verb, I push in a little more. Barely anything at all. I do it when she doesn't notice, when she's thinking and scrunching up her brow, trying to make a point. It's cute as fuck, and it works in my favor.
Seriously, though, only three times? Maybe five. What the fuck was that stupid ass boyfriend of hers doing? Ex-boyfriend now. Yeah, she's not getting back together with him. You know why? If he tries, I'll beat the fuck out of him.
I kind of want to do that to every guy that even looks at her with lust in his eyes. Is that wrong? I think it's my duty as her stepbrother to protect her like that, so it's probably fine, except how am I supposed to protect her from me? Kick my own ass? Easier not to think about it.
"Alright, maybe I swore--" she says. "Oh my God, you're in."
I smirk. Damn right I am!
It's a little weird, because I think it took me something like five minutes just to get all the way inside her, but now that I am, I feel accomplished. My cock twitches at the thought of it, at the idea of a successful mission, except now what the fuck do I do? Pull out and then spend five more minutes going back? Fucking hell...
"It feels nice," she says, wrapping her arms around me and purring into my ear. "I like you inside me, Ethan."
"Me, too," I say. "I think we have a problem, though."
"What?"
"How am I supposed to pull out and thrust back in? This is going to take forever, Princess."
"Oh. Yeah... um..."
"I've got an idea."
"What is it?"
I take one of her hands and guide it towards her pussy. I pull out two of her fingers, pressing them together, then I lay them on her clit. I have to lean back a little and give her some room at first, but it's not so bad. I'm still inside her and that's what counts.
"Play with yourself," I tell her. "I'll just stay in. That work?"
"You... you want me to masturbate?" she asks.
"Yeah, why not?"
"I thought we were having sex?" she says.
"Sometimes you need to improvise a little," I tell her. "I'll stay in and bask in the delicious fucking warm tightness of your pussy, and you tease your clit and work yourself up. When you cum, you'll squeeze against my cock. It'll work."
I'll be doing other shit, too. Like kissing her, groping her breasts, and just having an all-around good time. Maybe some gentle rocking back and forth for a little motion. We'll see how it goes.
"I... alright," she says.
"Don't tell me you've never masturbated before?" I say.
"I have!" she practically shouts.
It's so absurd I laugh. My Princess has some real masturbatory pride over here, don't you forget it!
She looks at me funny and then I realize what's wrong. Not too hard to figure out.
"It's sexy as hell," I tell her. "I want you to enjoy yourself, Princess. You want to know what sex is? It's not anything. It's whatever the hell you want it to be. As long as we're both having fun and enjoying ourselves, then that's it. It doesn't have to be all thrusting and fucking, hard and crazy shit, alright? Right now we're going to have sex like this, and it'll still be great."
"Are you sure?" she asks. "I just... I've masturbated before, Ethan, but never during sex. I didn't think I was supposed to."
"Who the fuck told you not to?" I ask.
She shrugs and teases her clit a little. I can feel her hand pressed between my stomach and hers. "I thought guys wouldn't like it, because they'd think they weren't good enough?"
"Obviously they aren't good enough," I tell her. "You said you'd never had an orgasm during sex before me. You should have fucking told them they were shit."
She laughs. She full on laughs. It's loud and silly and giddy and fun. It's a little weird because I'm balls deep inside of her while we're both naked in the hot tub and her fingers are on her clit, but it's cool. Whatever works, right?
"You're so strange," she says.
"Listen, Princess, I'm going to tell this to you straight. If you don't like something, you just tell the stupid fuck that you don't like it, alright? Promise me."
She sticks out her tongue at me. I have an urge to suck it into my mouth and kiss the fuck out of her, but I restrain for a second.
"I can't do that," she says. "It'd be mean."
"What rule are we up to?" I ask her. "Also, keep playing with your clit."
"We're talking, though," she says.
"Do I look like I give a fuck? We can talk and have sex at the same time. Holy shit."
She laughs again, but she starts teasing and toying with her clit, too. I can feel her pressing slightly against me and my cock tightens and throbs in response.
"Yeah, just like that, Princess. Feel good?"
"Mhm," she says, nodding. "We're on fourteen."
"Glad you're keeping track. I'd be fucked without you."
"No," she says, making a silly face at me. "You are with me."
"Whoa, Princess has jokes, huh?" I laugh. "I have to admit, that was pretty good."
"Thank you for doing this with me," she says, soft. "I like it a lot. I just... I'm sore but we only have a week and..."
I kiss her quick. She kisses me back. Her eyes flutter shut and I close mine, too, giving in to the passion. This isn't lust right now. I don't know what the fuck it is. We're definitely not fucking. Kind of making love, I guess? Gentle and soft as fuck, and there's no real movement besides what's going on inside her and what's happening with her hands. It's different and I can't say I ever expected to do something like this, but I really like it, too.
"Princess," I whisper to her. "I want to make another rule. Rule number fourteen. I know it's going to sound fucked up, but I want you to agree to it, alright?"
She nods and keeps teasing herself, keeping her eyes closed. "A-alright..."
"Feels good, huh?" I ask. I rock slightly, moving my cock a little, but trying to be careful with her. Gentle.
"Y-yes..."
"You keep doing that and just listen, then," I say. "Rule number fourteen is that I don't want you to put up with stupid shit from stupid guys. Yeah, the rest of these rules are supposed to be for a week or whatever the fuck, but I want this one to be for forever. If they suck in bed, you tell them, or you play with yourself, and if they get mad and try to yell at you, you just tell me and I'll kick the shit out of them."
She starts to smile and laugh, but I kiss her to stop her. I just want her to concentrate right now. I want her to be happy. I want her to have an orgasm and enjoy herself and not have to put up with any stupid shit.
She nods slightly. "I... I'm getting close, I think," she says.
Yeah, I can feel it. My cock swells, and I rock inside her, just small gentle motions, like an ocean wave or something. The warmth and the bubbles from the hot tub surround us, too. This is zen. We are Buddhist monks, at one with ourselves and the universe. If orgasms aren't the meaning of life and existence, I don't know what is. We're just two people trying to find our spiritual nirvana. Something like that. I don't know anything about Buddhism, so don't go getting all fucking uptight if I screwed that up.
"Ethan..." she says. "Um... can I talk to you about stuff like that? Later, I mean? Like um... can I call you and talk to you on the phone when we're back at college?"
It's weird, because, yeah, I have her phone number, but I don't think I've ever texted her or called her. She's texted me a few times, but just to tell me small stuff like what we're having for dinner or that dinner would be ready soon. Things like that, you know? Not real conversations, just dumb family junk.
We've talked. I guess. I don't know if I'd consider it that. This is more, though.
"I don't know if I can have conversations with you about guys fucking you," I tell her. I feel like I should be honest about that one.
"Please?" she asks.
Holy fuck, why is she asking me this now? Her eyes are scrunched up and I can feel her, inside and out. Her breathing is getting heavier and her stomach is tightening and flexing. Her breasts sway side to side a little, her arm shaking, hand and fingers teasing at her clit. She clenches against my cock like a glove, grabbing and holding me inside her.
She's about to have an orgasm and she's asking me to agree to talk to her about girl shit when she goes back to college.
The problem here is that her orgasm is goading me on, and yeah, I haven't moved a ton, but I'm going to cum soon, too. Real soon. I could probably do it now, but I'm holding off. I want to do it with her. Is that weird? I don't care if it is.
The sun is setting all around us. The sky is turning darker, purples and blues mixing with light orange and bright red and a hint of yellow. A sliver of the pale moon crests out in the sky to my left, and I can see a few bright stars finally making an appearance in the beginnings of the night sky. And it's me and her, Ashley, Little Miss Perfect, Goodie Two Shoes, Smarty Pants, Princess.
I don't want to admit it, but this is romantic. Everything about what we're doing is romantic, and it's kind of fucked up because this is my sister. No, fuck you, my stepsister. And it's not fucked up. I love it. It's really nice, and I'm enjoying myself, and the look on her face says she's enjoying herself, too.
She speeds up a little, teasing and caressing her clit faster. This is it. We're going. Lost and gone. Over the edge. Heading from sunset to nightfall, and there's not a fucking thing either of us can do about it.
"Please?" she asks again, begging, whimpering.
I kiss her soft and she opens her mouth for me. I tease my tongue out and dance with hers, slow and sweet.
"Yeah," I tell her. "Alright."
That's it. It's like I've given her permission to orgasm. Not exactly, and it takes a few more moments, but soon enough she's good to go. She shivers and squirms beneath me, but I hold her in place, my hands on her hips. This isn't rough or hard, but it's powerful and strong. As soon as I feel the first tremors of her climax gripping at my cock, I lose it, too. My body tightens with hers and my balls squeeze and clench, shooting forth my cum. I fill her, deep and intense. I can't stop. I don't want to stop.
Our bodies dance like that, twisting and squirming, gentle and sweet, intense and hard. I kiss her, then I bite her bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth. She opens her mouth and lets out a gasp. Her hand moves from her clit to my back and she squeezes me tight against her. Rocking back and forth, delicate and calm, I help us both ride our orgasms towards something amazing and surreal.
It's darker now. When I open my eyes, the sun is fully set, but I'm still inside her, still holding her. The hot tub turns off on its own, leaving us in the wake of mutual pleasure and silence. The lights are on inside, though. It's not completely dark. I can see her face, see how she's looking at me, and...
It's both scary and awe-inspiring all at once. This is the kind of girl you see, that you really see. Once you see it, you can't unsee it, either. This is the kind of girl that you just want to fall in love with. Over and over. And, yeah, I realize how fucked up it is for me to say that, but it's the truth.
It's not like... shit... it's not like I'm going to fall in love with her. I can't. But she's...
Just fuck it. I don't have to explain this to you.
We kiss some more. It's gentle and cute, two lovers kissing during the aftermath of beautiful sexual exploration. I've never kissed someone like this before. She giggles and nips at my lip and I smirk and lick the tip of her nose, which makes her laugh some more. I try to pull out of her, but she clings tight to me, refusing to let me leave.
"No," she says.
"Yeah," I say. "I should probably stay inside you. Need to stretch you out and get you used to my cock. I'm kind of huge, so it'll work."
"You are pretty big," she says.
"Pretty big? That's it? Wow."
"You're bigger than everyone I've been with, but I haven't been with a lot!" she protests.
I shake my head side to side and sigh. "I can't believe I basically took your virginity."
She groans. "Shut up. You did not."
"Yeah, alright."
"How many girls have you been with?" she asks.
"Princess, let's not talk about that."
She pouts.
Well, what the fuck? Do you want to know something? A secret? Yeah, I'm not going to tell her this shit. It's not like I regret anything, but do you know how many girls I wish I'd been with?
I'm probably only saying this because I'm drunk off of her affection. It's more intoxicating than any alcohol I've ever had, and I feel like that's saying a lot since I'm a troublemaking bad boy, so...
I just kind of wish it was one. Just her. I wish I was as pure as her. I wish I wasn't a fucking prick and an arrogant asshole, because I feel like this would be a whole hell of a lot easier that way, but...
Yeah, that's not the answer. I honestly don't remember the answer, either. I actually do, but I don't want to tell you. Stop prying and being a nosy fuck.
The doorbell rings, interrupting us. We both hear it. It's not hard to hear. There's even a speaker outside so that you can hear it from the yard, which is where we currently are, in the hot tub by the pool.
"What's that?" she asks, stiffening.
"Shh, it's... look, it's not like before, alright? I ordered pizza. It's the pizza guy."
Not sure if you realize this, but I'm still inside her at this point and we're both naked and wet. Makes this whole situation kind of difficult.
"You ordered pizza before we had sex?" she asks, looking completely dumbfounded and confused.
"Listen, I thought we'd be done a hell of a lot sooner than this. I thought we'd be out and dressed and--"
The doorbell rings again.
"Well, fuck," I say.
"Go answer the door!" she says.
"Stop fucking clinging to me, then!"
She laughs and finally lets me go. I ease out of her, gentle, kissing her softly to keep her comfortable and safe. I don't fucking care if the pizza guy is at the gate. I'll answer him when I damn well please. Ashley's body is way more important than him.
I'm finally out and I step up and out of the tub, but she grabs my hand and stops me before I can toss on my pants.
"Kiss?" she asks.
I grin like a huge fucking idiot, which is probably what I am right now. Bending down, I give her a quick kiss before I go. The doorbell rings again. Can't this dude fucking wait a second?
I curse under my breath and pull my pants on, then run inside, grab the money I left on the dining room table, and head to the front door to get to the gate where this stupid fucking interloper is waiting.
The pizza better be good. Damn fucking good.
Spoilers: it is. Delicious as fuck.
Ashley and I cuddle on the couch and watch a movie while gorging on pizza. She put her pajamas on first, and begged me to get mine on, so I do. This is like some slumber party shit or something. It's kind of fun. I can't say I've ever screwed around and watched a movie with a girl three nights in a row, but I could get used to this.
We're even watching something I picked out. It's a fantasy movie with knights and magic and all sorts of high adventure craziness.
"Who's that?" she asks, nudging and nuzzling me. "Why are her ears like that?"
"She's an elf," I say. "She's the elf princess. That knight dude wants to fuck her hard, so he's going to go on a quest for her."
"She's like me," Ashley says.
"You're not an elf," I say.
"No, but I'm a princess."
"Damn fucking right you are."
"Are you my knight?" she asks.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
I feel like there's hidden meaning here, but I guess if the knight wants to fuck the princess hard, then yeah, that's what I am. Don't dig any deeper than that. Get the fuck away from me with your psychological bullshit.
When the movie's over and we're finished with our pizza, we creep upstairs. Ashley yawns and I tickle her slightly, which makes her start laughing and yawning at the same time. It's cute.
"Do you... want to sleep together again?" she asks.
"Yeah, sure," I say, squeezing her hand tight in mine.
"Can we sleep in my room tonight?" she asks. "Then we can sleep in your room tomorrow?"
"Whatever you want, Princess," I say, leaning in to kiss her quick.
She squeezes my hand and leads me down the hall to her bedroom. Belatedly, I realize I've never really been in here. I mean, yeah, I've been in here, but mostly just a step or two. Never for long. I've never spent time in her room with her, but now we're about to spend the entire night together. It's a weird thought, but comforting, too.
She pulls me in and closes the door behind her, then guides me to the bed in the dark. Lifting up the covers, she pushes me gently towards the bed until I sit then lay down. Quick, she jumps on top of me and rolls over me to her side of the bed, then sweeps the covers up and over us.
We lay like that in the dark, on our backs, wearing soft pajamas, staring at the ceiling.
"Can I sleep on you again tonight?" she asks. "I liked it last night. I just don't want you to think I'm weird."
"Make it a rule, then," I say, turning to look at her.
I see the faint glimmer of her smile in the darkness. "Alright. Rule number fifteen. We have to sleep together every night like this, and cuddle, too."
"Well, I guess I have to now," I say, pretending to grumble. "It's a rule."
"Do you want to, also, though?" she asks.
It takes me a second to think about it. Just a second. Not long.
"Yeah," I say. "I do. Come here, Princess."