Stepbrother With Benefits 14 (Third Season)

By: Mia Clark

Stepbrother With Benefits 14


*** Ashley



I wake up in the morning before my phone's alarm goes off. This is good, and I was hoping I'd wake up early, because... well, when you wake up early, you have more time for things, right?

In this particular case, the things I want to have more time with are specific activities involving my stepbrother, who just so happens to be laying in bed with me. We're spooning, which isn't how we usually sleep, but it does happen every so often. I'm actually pretty happy that it happened right now, because I can feel Ethan's slumbering erection pressing with distinct purpose between my thighs.

He grinds against me in his sleep, and I grind back against him while I'm awake. Unfortunately we're both wearing just enough that I can't wake him up with sex, but maybe I can fix that?

I pull my panties aside, and then try to reach back and pull Ethan's underwear down, too. His erection refuses to make this an easy task, though. I fidget and move and squirm, and then right when I think I'm just about to do it, um...

"Having problems there, Princess?" Ethan asks me, whispering into my ear.

"Um... no?" I answer, trying to act coy and innocent.

Yes, I'm not sure how I'm going to pull that coy and innocent act off considering I have my fingers wrapped around his cock, but I think I can make this work.

"Maybe I can help you?" he asks, smooth.

I feel his grin stretching across my neck as he kisses me and smiles. Then I feel something else stretching inside me as he, well... I mean, this isn't rocket science here.

Ethan rocks back and forth, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside me with each twist of his body. I sidle close to him, grinding back against him. Oh, yes, this is exactly how I wanted to wake up.

And then all hell breaks loose. That's how it usually goes, isn't it?

I guess it's not the worst ever, but as soon as Ethan's pressed firmly inside me as far as he can go and as much as I can take, both our alarms start to go off simultaneously. We ignore it for a moment, relishing the feeling of our bodies pressed tight together, but soon it just becomes kind of annoying. The sounds, not the sex, because I don't even know how sex can be annoying. Is that like angry sex? I've heard good things about that, but we haven't really ever been that angry with each other yet.

It really doesn't help that our alarms are completely different, either. Ethan's is just a sort of continuous beep beep beep, and mine is almost like the start of a song or a jingle, and together they sound like maybe a cat and a dog fighting with a raccoon and a walrus. Suffice to say, it's not a pleasant noise.

I reach for my phone, and Ethan reaches for his, but our phones are on completely different bedside tables. We have to stretch to get them, which pulls us apart, and I pout a little when I feel his cock slide out of me. I wanted that! I had very special plans for Ethan's cock, and I don't like that my plans are delayed.

Also, um... the alarms were set for a reason, so...

Ethan turns his alarm off, and I turn mine off. This is good. They're off, and we can get back to...

He pounces me, pinning me to the bed, and then practically rips my panties aside so he can thrust hard into me. I gasp and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Oh my God, yesss...

This is good. Back to business!

Then my mom knocks on Ethan's door. Ugh. Really, Mom?

"Rise and shine, you two!" she says, sounding far more cheerful than anyone should at this time of the morning.

"Mom!" I whine, except right when I say it Ethan pulls out and slams back into me hard, which kind of turns my whine into a moan. Um... I did not mean to do that...

"Don't make me break this door down!" she shouts back at me. "We've got a lot to do. No time to play around this morning!"

"Five minutes?" I ask, pleading with her. "I'm tired..."

"Oh, yes, it sounds like you're tired," she says. "I can hear Ethan's bed making very tired noises right now."

"Ethan!" I hiss at him. "We're supposed to be tired!"

"Fuck that," he says, grinding into me.

"Two minutes!" I beg my mom.

"You have ten seconds before I open this door and throw you both into separate showers," my mom answers.

"Is it locked?" I ask Ethan.

"Yeah," he says.

Alright, so she can't get in, which means that, um... well, we really shouldn't be doing this, but if we're fast, then...

My mom is counting, though. She's down to five now. And four. Three. After two, she pauses.

"I should probably remind you two that I know how to pick the locks to these doors and I brought a bobby pin for just that purpose, which I'm inserting into the lock right now..."

"Fuck," Ethan says, grunting.

He's still in me, though. We're both frozen, except I think this is a very bad thing to be right now. My mom says one, and Ethan is still inside me. I hear the doorknob shaking, then the click of the lock. Quick, thinking on my feet, or my back, or however this works, I push Ethan off of me. He isn't expecting this, and he actually falls off of me.

As soon as my mom swings the bedroom door wide open, she catches a glimpse of Ethan crashing off the bed and landing on the floor. His side of the bed is opposite the door, at least, so my mom can't see him now. We have underwear on still, so that's kind of alright? I'm not sure how this is going to go.

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