Free Stepbrother With Benefits by Lana J. Swift Page A

that?”
     
    “No, Beth.” It quite literally pained him to say this.
     
    Beth sighed and lowered her gaze in defeat. “Well... damn it all, Jack. You really are something special. I think any woman would be lucky to have you.” Then, she looked at him with a smirk and resumed rubbing her clit. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop tryin’ to convince you to finally have some fuckin’ fun!”
     
    With a dramatic groan, Jack leaned back and pulled the blanket over his head. There was definitely no way he was going to survive the rest of this week intact!
     

Chapter Eight
     
    W hen Mark finished in the bathroom and Beth was able to take his place, Jack was finally left alone to deal with his jumbled thoughts... and one of the hardest erections of his life.
     
    Jack’s shy nature didn’t permit him to be anywhere near as sexually open as these brazen teens, and between the bathroom being occupied and the constant danger that someone could walk in at any moment, Jack knew he couldn’t take care of his condition in the “normal” way.
     
    Instead, he lay back and attempted to dull his body’s unwanted sexual response by rhyming off the depressingly long list of things that still had to happen for his re-worked proposal to succeed.
     
    Sure enough, the sobering trick worked... and gave him a mild case of anxiety!
     
    When Jack’s alarm needlessly sounded ten minutes later, he was ready to get up and make morning coffee for everyone. Although the front of his boxers were still soaking wet, he couldn’t yet change and hadn’t thought to pack a robe – and hoped the fact that they were dark in color and loose fitting would be sufficient to hide their unsavory condition.
     
    The sounds of voices and movement in the other half of the apartment grew louder as everyone prepared for the day. Jack was desperate for a few private minutes with Ellie to discuss what he’d just seen, and was relieved when she was the first one to come down the hall – barefoot and in a red T-shirt and grey sweatpants that would undoubtedly change before class.
     
    But instead of walking directly into the kitchen, she disappeared into the living room – probably to turn on the television – and suddenly cried out in surprise.
     
    “Mark, dude, like what the fuck, man!” she exclaimed angrily.
     
    “Oh – sorry, El!” came the muffled reply through the thin bedroom wall.
     
    “Learn to clean up your own fuckin’ puddles of fuck-juice!” she yelled back at him.
     
    “Sorry!” repeated Mark in a higher pitch.
     
    A few seconds later, Ellie appeared around the corner, hopping into the kitchen on one foot.
     
    “Uh, bro... could you get me something to clean this shit off with?” she asked, lifting her left foot higher to show him the sticky white substance covering the sole of her foot.
     
    Jack nearly had a heart attack. Mark’s cum. From inside Beth’s pussy. All over his sister’s foot! Nervously, he ripped off a few squares of paper towel from the roll and handed them to Ellie.
     
    It took his sister nearly a minute to clean herself – cum had even squoozed up between her toes! When she’d finished and was about to toss the dirty towel into the trash, Ellie hesitated and brought it under her nose. Sniffing deeply, she frowned and held it out to Jack.
     
    With a completely serious expression on her face, she asked somberly, “You didn’t have anything to do with this, now did you?”
     
    Despite his innocence, Jack’s face turned bright red at the accusation. “Good god, no! I swear it was all Mark and Beth! They woke me up early and, uh, surprised the living hell out of me.” He didn’t feel the need to mention that Beth had propositioned him afterwards.
     
    Ellie’s face lightened and she chuckled, tossing the cum-soaked towel away. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I really shoulda warned you about them – they’ve kinda turned into a pair of chronic exhibitionists.”
     
    Jack grunted