Free Stepbrother With Benefits 13 (Third Season) by Mia Clark Page B

to each other in a heap of post-orgasmic exhaustion.
    So, yeah.  Anal sex?  Apparently it's dangerous.  My mind is blown.

*** Ashley
    I think something happened, but I don't really know how to explain it.  It's like I have amnesia or something.  I remember things, but they aren't things I can put into words.
    I think that's the mark of really good sex, though.  You know the sort of sex that just completely infiltrates your body?  Not just physically, but mentally, too?  It starts out good, but then it takes a turn for the awe-inspiring, and before you know it you're having some kind of out of body experience on an orgasmic rollercoaster of pleasure and fun.
    And then you wake up sometime later, and you're just like... wow.
    I am currently in the "wow" stage of things, and I'm not even sure how this happened or what happened, or...
    "We didn't do the double penetration thing!" I say suddenly, completely at random.
    "Motherfucker," Ethan says.  "Fucking A.  I tried, Princess.  I really fucking tried, it's just..."
    "I know," I say, sighing.  "It's alright, Ethan.  I know."
    We failed at double penetration sex.  Who knew it was so difficult?
    "We're going to do it," he says.  "Just, uh... I don't even know if I can move.  Are we dead?"
    I laugh.  I feel the same way.  "I don't think so," I say.  "I'm thirsty, though."
    "Fuck, me too."
    "I think we should take a shower," I say.  "We're going to get all sticky from the lube."
    "Fuck," Ethan says.  "Why are you doing this to me?  Fuck."
    "Fuck!" I say, agreeing.
    "Hey, I'm the one that says fuck around here, Princess," Ethan says.  "Don't steal my swag."
    "Ohhh, sorry, Mr. Bad Boy," I say, rolling my eyes.
    "Don't you roll your eyes at me, Little Miss Perfect."
    "It's dark.  How do you even know I was rolling my eyes?"
    "Oh, I know," he says.  Somehow, even though we both might be dead, Ethan turns his head to kiss my cheek.  "Yeah, I know.  Don't even try to lie."
    "I know something, too," I say, tilting my head to kiss him.  "Do you want to know what it is?"
    "Yeah, what?" he asks, smiling against my lips.
    "I love you," I say, kissing him quick and then turning away fast.
    "I love you, too," he says.
    Somehow, he manages to roll on top of me, straddling me, and rains kisses across my cheeks.  And my lips.  My chin, my ears, my throat, to my collarbone.  It's sexy and fun, but more playful than anything.  I don't think we're going to have sex again, or even try to have sex.  I don't even know if I can ever have sex ever again.  I feel like I'm all sexed out.  I don't know if that's a thing someone can be, but right now I am it.
    "Shower?" Ethan asks.
    "Can you carry me there, though?" I ask.
    "Fuck," he says, laughing.  "You're killing me here, Princess."
    He does, though.  He carries me.  While we're stumbling in the dark towards Ethan's bathroom, I peek over at the clock on his bedside table.
    "Ethan, it wasn't even an hour," I say.  "I think we're broken."
    "Huh?"
    "We didn't even have sex for an hour.  It was only, um... almost forty-five minutes, I guess, except I'm not sure how long we were laying in bed, so maybe less?"
    "Maybe this is like that Einstein thing?" Ethan suggests.
    "What Einstein thing?"  I have no idea what he's talking about.
    "You know, that, uh... theory of relativity, whatever the fuck, that thing?"
    "Do you mean how, um... theoretically the closer you get to the speed of light, the slower time goes?"
    "Yeah, that, except with this we're dealing with the speed of orgasm," Ethan says, matter-of-fact.
    I choke on a laugh.  I don't mean to, but... "Seriously, did you just say the speed of orgasm?"
    "It's definitely a thing," Ethan says.
    "I don't think that's a thing."
    "Nah, it's a thing.  I discovered it just now.  I'm going to make a scientific theory and everything.  I'll be famous.  Thanks for the help, Princess."
    "You need an equation, though," I tell him, giggling.  "If you have a scientific theory, I