Ethan
Dinner was...
•a) interesting
•b) fucked up
•c) difficult because I had a hard-on the entire time
•d) all of the above
I'll let you decide. I don't know what was going on there. The food was good, though. Ashley's mom is a good cook, and my dad's alright. He mostly just helps her with stuff. Cooking our own meals is kind of a recent occurrence in my house. We used to do it when I was really young, but then things happened and we stopped. My dad would always order out, or have someone come over and make the food for us, whatever. After he married Ashley's mom, things changed, though.
I'm kind of glad. It's nice.
Anyways, dinner was alright. Not a lot going on. We talked. Everyone talked. I'm not big on family chit chat, but I can do it when I need to, and I felt like I owed it to Ashley, so yeah. There you go. That's what happened.
She went upstairs right after dinner, though. Took a shower. What the fuck bullshit is that? I thought we were taking a shower together. I guess I don't blame her.
And the evening progressed like that. Nothing crazy. Not yet, at least. Just hold on, give me a second.
We're downstairs now, all of us, hanging out in the living room, watching TV. I don't know why I'm there. Usually I wouldn't be, but Ashley's mom asked me to hang around. Sure, whatever, why not? It's not like I have anything else to do right now. It's not like I can tell her I'd rather sneak away to fuck her daughter. How messed up would that be?
Yeah, do you mind if me and my stepsister just go upstairs and get naked, Mom? Dad, you don't care, right? I kind of want to fuck the shit out of her, then rest for a little while and do it again. Don't worry, she'll like it. If you hear her screaming my name, it's cool. Don't wait up.
Nah, that's never going to happen. I've still got some sense of decency, no matter what you think.
Eventually the night winds down, though. Ashley says she's going to bed. I wait a few minutes. This is our plan. I have no idea why we need a plan like this, but sure, I'll go along with it.
"I think I'm going to go to bed, too," I say.
"Alright, Ethan," my stepmom says. "Thanks for spending time with us tonight. We've missed you. It's nice to have everyone back under one roof again, even if it's just for the summer."
"Yeah," I say. "It was cool. I had fun."
"Think about what I said earlier," my dad says. "Let me know soon. We can plan something."
"Oh?" Ashley's mom says. "You're both planning something?"
My dad grins and shakes his head. "Manly secrets, honey. Don't you worry about it."
I roll my eyes. My dad's kind of a dork sometimes, especially when it comes to Ashley's mom. They're cute together, though. Good couple. It's nice to see my dad happy again, I guess. It's nice to have a mom again, even though I never really thought something like that would work out.
You never know what kind of fucked up shit is going to work out until you just go with it, though. That's how life is. Stranger things have happened. Like what's happening right now with me and Ashley.
I say good night again and then head upstairs. I walk down the hall to my room, open the door, turn the lights on, and...
Holy fuck. I've got a present.
Ashley lays sprawled out on my bed, completely naked, legs spread slightly, with her hands holding her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Can't say I mind the view. In fact, it's a delicious fucking view. I close my bedroom door and lock it, then I stare at her, appreciating every fucking beautiful inch of her body.
"What if someone else came in before me?" I ask her.
"Who else would come in?" she says.
I shrug. "I don't know. Anyone. Your mom? My dad? Batman? I don't fucking know. I'm just saying it's not a good idea to get naked on a bed unless you know what you're dealing with."
"I think I know what I'm dealing with..." she says, grinning.
"You think so, do you?" Yeah, I don't think she does. She doesn't even know the half of it. The things I would do to this girl...
"Are you going to come to bed or are you just going to stand there?" she asks.
Man, she's getting way too cocky. That's supposed to be my thing. I strip down, making a show of it. She watches me from the bed. I'm naked now, hard as fuck, and I walk over to her, standing at the edge of my bed.
"Listen, Princess. I'm not in the mood to play around right now. I just want to fuck you hard. You down?"
Yeah, well, guess what? She is.
This isn't pretty. There's no romance here. I mean, yeah, it's nice. It's art, in that creative, raw, and primal realism sort of way. I seriously just want to fuck her, though. I can't stop thinking about it. It's not even just that, though. You know what comes after fucking? I'm learning about that, too. Usually what comes after is me leaving, or me politely kicking the girl out and sending her home, but not now
I slam hard into her. We're done. This is it. She's on her back, knees wrapped around my waist, hands clinging to my neck, refusing to let go. Fuck, she's tight. All of her is tight. Inside and out. She clenches around my cock while she clings to my neck and my waist and it's like her entire fucking body is orgasming around my body. I can feel her cum, and I join her.
It's a really good thing she's on birth control, because I'm pretty fucking sure her womb is about to be overflowing with my seed. The thought is kind of hot, in a fucked up way. Impregnating my stepsister? Breeding the fuck out of her? Watching her stomach bulge with my baby? Yeah, uh, no. It's kind of sexy to think about it, except I'm pretty sure if that happened, I'd end up dead. Either her mom or my dad, or maybe even Ashley herself would do it. I don't have a death wish.
I still can't stop thinking about it. Oh well.
We roll over and lay on our backs. I sweep the blankets over us, covering us, and then reach up to flick a switch to turn off the lights. It's dark, but I can hear her breathing next to me. After a few seconds, she scoots closer and lays her head on my chest, wrapping her arm around me.
"That was nice," she says.
"Nice? That's it?" I ask. "Shit, I didn't do a good enough job. Give me a second and I'll make it up to you, Princess."
She laughs. "Shush, you. Let's just cuddle."
"I don't cuddle," I say. "You realize that, don't you?"
"Please?" she says, whispering into my ear. She kisses my earlobe, then my cheek, then closer to my mouth.
"Yeah yeah," I say, grumbling. Truth is, I really want to cuddle with her, though. It's relaxing as fuck. "So how's this going to work?" I ask.
"I have my phone," she says. "It's on your bedside table. I set my alarm for earlier than usual, so I can wake up and sneak back to my room, then go back to bed or just go downstairs."
"How about you wake up, we have sex, then go back to bed, wake up, have sex again, and then you go back to your room?" I ask.
She hits my chest softly, playful. "Do you ever think about anything besides sex?" she asks, smiling.
"Yeah," I say. "Sometimes."
"Like what?" she asks. She sounds interested.
I shrug. "Lots of shit. The future, I guess. The past."
"Me too," she says. "Do you ever want to talk about it?"
"What's there to talk about?"
She shrugs this time. "Why'd you always cause so much trouble in school?"
I roll my eyes. Not this conversation. I've had it a million times with a million people. It's boring. Real old.
"Why'd you always get perfect grades in school?" I counter.
She answers me, though. I didn't expect that one. "I guess it's the only thing I feel like I'm good at," she says. "It was the only thing I could think of that I could do that would impress people, but no one was ever really impressed. After awhile, everyone just expected it, so I had to keep doing it, or else they'd think something was wrong with me."
"Yeah," I say. "Me too."
"You didn't get very good grades, though," she says.
"Wow. Thanks for stating the obvious, Little Miss Perfect. I meant that's why I did stupid shit. People just expected it. Everyone would always come to me asking me to help them with dumb junk, so I'd usually just do it. There were some other reasons, too, I guess."
"Why'd you always flip my skirt up in second grade?" she asks.
I laugh. "You don't want to know the answer to that one, Princess."
"Nope, I do," she says, adamant.
"It's not that hard to figure out," I say. "I wanted to see your underwear."
She blushes. I can't see it because it's dark, but I can feel the heat from her cheeks pressing against my chest. It's a big blush, too. I pull her closer to me and reach my arm down her back, then grab her ass. Aw yeah. She blushes even more, and squirms, too.
"We were seven," she says eventually, whispering. "Maybe eight. I don't remember now. You didn't really want to see my underwear. That's not what little boys think about."
"You wanted an answer and I told you," I say. "I wanted to see your underwear. I still want to see your underwear. What was that cute as fuck little ensemble you had earlier? Where'd you get those?"
"Did you like them?" she asks. "I bought them at the store. They aren't for you to see, Ethan. They're for someone else."
"Who the fuck else?" I ask. "I don't like the sound of this."
"I don't know. My next boyfriend, I guess."
"You should show them to me," I say.
"Are you offering to be my boyfriend?" she asks, coy as fuck.
"I think we both know that's not going to work," I say.
"Why not?" she asks.
Holy fuck, is she serious? "First off, I don't do that. Second, how the fuck do you think that's going to work?"
She shrugs. "I'm just teasing you. Calm down, Mr. Bad Boy."
"Wow. You've got some balls, Princess. I'll give you that."
She reaches between my legs for my balls, and cups them in her hand. "Mine?" she asks.
"Yeah, I'll give that to you," I say, smirking. "Balls deep in your pussy. How's that sound?"
"Mmm," she murmurs. "But I like talking to you, too."
"I don't know why," I say.
"You're interesting," she says. "I think there's a lot more to you than you want to let on, Ethan Colton."
"Nah."
"Can we really still be friends after this?" she asks. "Do you think we can or not?"
"I guess we can try," I say. I don't add that I don't think we can, because I'm just going to want to fuck her, and obviously that's not going to work.
The thing is that I want to do more than that, too, though. I want to cuddle. I want to learn more about her. I want to talk. I want to go have fun, to hang out, to get to know each other. I've never really felt this way about anyone before. Yeah, I hang out with the guys on the football team, and we talk and shit, get to know each other, but it's not really too personal. We don't talk about our dreams and aspirations. We don't talk about our hopes and goals and emotions and feelings, whatever the fuck.
"I want to," I say. "It's just hard."
"Why?" she asks.
"Because every time I look at you, I can't stop thinking about how it would feel to slam my cock into your pussy."
"Then don't look," she says. She reaches up and covers my eyes with her hand. "See? Now we can talk about anything we want to talk about."
I laugh. "Cute. Real cute, Princess."
"Do you want to get better grades?" she asks. "I can help you, you know? We could have Skype chats and be study buddies."
"Yeah, that's just what I need," I say, rolling my eyes. "A study buddy."
"If you're really good, we could do other things, too, Ethan..."
I both like and dislike the sound of that. "Yeah?"
"Mhm," she says. "Maybe I could let you see me play with myself, and maybe you could let me see you do the same, too."
"That sounds like two things that won't ever work," I say. "A long distance relationship and screwing around with my stepsister over video chat? Uh... yeah..."
"I know it's supposed to be just a week," she says. "I know that's what we said, and then we stopped because our parents came back, and um... now we're naked in bed again. I know it's wrong, Ethan, but I don't want it to be. Do you want it to last longer? If you could, I mean. Would you want it to?"
I don't say anything. I can't encourage her with this. It doesn't matter what I want.
"I do," she says. "I know I shouldn't say that, but I want it to last longer. I wish it could. Maybe it can?"
Please don't say stuff like that. That's what I want to tell her, but I don't. I stay silent, because I'm a fucking idiot. I'm quiet because I'm stupid, and I like to cause trouble. It's what I know how to do. It's what I've done a million times before.
This time is different, though. I always knew what I was doing before. I don't know what I'm doing now. I don't know how to talk to her. I don't know how to tell her anything. Close my eyes and just do it? Nah, it's not that easy.
I say something else instead. It's probably pretty fucking dumb, too. I shouldn't say this shit.
"I had a crush on you when I was younger, Ashley."
"When?" she asks.
I don't answer her. It's too difficult of a question.
"I had a crush on you, too," she says.
"That's the thing, though," I say. "We're not good for each other. I know it, and I think you know it, too. Even if you weren't my stepsister, I'm not good for you. You understand, right? You need to find a nice guy who can be everything for you. That's not me. That's never going to be me."
We're quiet after that. I think that's it. Maybe she fell asleep. I'm tired, too. I close my eyes.
"I think you underestimate yourself," she says. "I don't think you're as bad as you think you are."
"Not now," I say, whispering. "I can be as good as I want for a week or two, Princess, but that's it. That's what always gets me in trouble."
"I know," she mumbles. She's falling asleep on me. "I know more about you than you might think."
It's quiet again. Longer now. She falls asleep, breathing softly on my chest. I sneak a quick kiss, and she puckers up her lips, trying to kiss me back in her sleep.
"I know a lot about you, too, Ashley," I whisper before I close my eyes and try to go to sleep.