Free Stepbrother With Benefits #9 (Second Season) by Mia Clark Page B

be in a situation like this, either.  It's not easy.  It's really fucking  difficult, actually.
    "I never really thought about it before, but I have a lot more experience than you," I tell her.  "I know you haven't been with a lot of guys.  Maybe it's like your missing out or something.  I don't know.  Do you want to have a fling with Caleb?  Just a week or two or whatever, however long we're here.  Sex and shit.  Casual as fuck.  I'd be super fucking jealous and honestly kind of pissed off, but I'll deal with it.  If you think you need more experiences or something, then I don't want you to regret being with me and feeling like you're missing out.  It'd just be a week or two.  I think I can handle that.  It's not like I want to, but I'm just giving you the option here, Princess.  I just..."
    Fuck.  I can't keep going.  She can make up her mind and tell me.  Now, tomorrow morning, whatever.  We're here for awhile.
    A part of me wants her to do it.  It's not like I want her sleeping with that fuck, but he's probably a decent looking guy and maybe it's good for her.  For fuck's sake, she's never even had a fling before.  I've had like... a lot.  I don't even know.  I'd rather not think about it right now.
    The rest of me doesn't even want to have this conversation, though.  I don't want to think about ever having it, but I just started it, so we're having it.
    I feel like shit.  I seriously want to go outside and throw up right now.
    "You know what?" she says to me, soft and smiling.
    "What?"
    "That's how we got into this mess in the first place, isn't it?  Saying it'd just be a week?"
    I roll my eyes at her and laugh a little, but I try to stay quiet because of her mom and my dad outside.  They're still talking to each other, so I don't think they've heard us.  We've just been whispering and shit, so I think we're good.
    "I don't want to have a fling with Caleb," she says.  "I don't want to have a fling with anyone.  I do want to catch up with your experience level, Ethan, but is it alright if I just do it with you?  I take back the fling thing.  I do want to have flings, but I want to have them with you only.  A lot of them, over and over."
    "I don't think that's a fling, Princess," I say, grinning at her.  "That sounds like a long term relationship."
    "Maybe," she says, grinning back at me.  "It's like a really long fling with a lot of benefits."
    "I love benefits," I tell her.
    "Just with me?" she asks, coy.
    "Yeah, only you," I say.
    "Show me?"
    Yeah, uh... you think I'm going to turn that down?  She wants more experience?  I'll give it to her.  I want to give her that so much, you don't even fucking know.
    I push her legs apart a little more with my knees.  My hands are still on her breasts, and I squeeze them lightly, massaging her with my fingers.  I caress and squeeze her curves, then kiss her.  Her mouth first, then her neck, down to the center of her breasts, further down to her stomach.
    This negligee is really short.  It barely covers more than the tops of her thighs.  I don't want it to cover any more than that, though.  Also, these panties are in the way.  I push up her lace lingerie and kiss her belly button, then a little lower.  I move my hands from her breasts to her hips.  Grabbing the center of her white panties with my fingers, I slip them to the side, exposing her bare sex.
    I don't know what I expected to find here.  I mean, I know what's going on, but it's just... just better.  I don't know how, it just is.
    It's dark and the fire is the only thing shining any light on our situation right now.  We're far enough away where it's mostly shadow and dancing light, though.  The shadows caress her body, mixing with the wetness between her legs.  She looks so fucking beautiful and sexy right now.
    I can't hold back.  I seriously need to taste the fuck out of her.  I'm going to die if I don't.
    Careful, tentative as fuck, I slide my tongue from the bottom of