Page 80 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“Let’s hope,” he said with a grin, shoving a pillow under my ass and holding my leg and the base of his dick. Angling down, I felt the head push against me, and despite having no experience, I knew he was thicker than the last toy. Not that that was going to stop me, I knew what a good-sized toy in his hands felt like, and I was more than willing to deal with discomfort if it meant having him inside me.
He breached me more easily than the toy, and we both groaned when the first couple of inches pushed inside. Whatever discomfort I’d been expecting was dismissed immediately as I felt him slowly thrusting into me. It was worlds different than the toy; it was harder, thicker, hotter, andbetter. My breath stuttered and shook as he took his time over the last few inches.
Milo hovered above me, his eyes burrowing into mine as he held himself steady, buried completely. He leaned forward, lips brushing mine. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“You feel amazing already,” I told him, catching his mouth with mine and groaning when I felt his cock move as he shifted to get a better position.
Then he began to move, and at first it was like the toy, but it quickly became so much more. One of his hands held my hip,and another held my leg as he rolled his hips, shallow at first, but steadily his strokes became deeper and longer. I had gone soft temporarily, but watching him,feelinghim, brought me back to full stiffness in no time. He was so hard and taking his time, but I could feel the tension in him, begging to be released.
“Fuck me,” I told him. “I won’t break.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement, and his hips began to move. Milo shifted his grip as he leaned forward, one hand staying on my hip, my leg on his shoulder, while his other hand rested beside my chest on the bed. I had to angle my hips up more, and his next thrust was harder. Stars sparked in my vision as the place inside me that he’d prodded at before was now set alight.
Gasping, I reached out, not caring what part of him I grabbed as his hips picked up their pace, sending explosion after explosion of pleasure through me. I didn’t care that my moans were growing in intensity, that they sounded needy and desperate, because Iwasdesperate, desperate for more, to keep feeling him inside me, to feel him when he came, buried and lost to his own pleasure.
“Look at me,” he said in a strained voice, and I opened eyes I didn’t know I’d closed. He was above me, eyes burning with lust and pleasure as he buried himself in me again and again. Our bodies rocked together as I held on, feeling like every nerve ending had come to life in ways they never had before. I ached for release, but I didn’t want it to end.
“I, uh…” he began, slowing down. “Might have oversold how long I could last, I’m sorry.”
“God, fuck no, don’t be,” I gasped, pulling him closer with my leg. “Do it. Just like you said, come in me, make me yours.”
A new light flashed in his eyes, and I groaned when he buried himself with a snap of his hips. He was close, and I wanted to be right there with him, though I knew it wouldn’t take long. Ireached down, wrapping my hand around my straining cock as I felt him thrusting with renewed vigor. He didn’t have to hold back for fear of going too hard or coming sooner than he thought he should, and that was obvious.
Not that I was going to complain. My body was one burst of pleasure after another, and even the feel of his thrusts beginning to stutter and lose rhythm sent a new jolt of pleasure through me, filled to the brim with anticipation as I waited for the inevitable. With a grunt, a gasp, and a final thrust, he shoved himself deep. I felt something jerk inside me, and I groaned harshly, pushing onto his dick as my own orgasm took me.
Milo cried out, and I knew from experience how it felt to have someone come while I was getting off. Your already sensitive cock suddenly had a renewed grip wrapped around it, and you were left feeling like the other person was trying to drain you of every last drop. His hips jittered as I coated my stomach, my free leg wrapping around his waist and holding him tight, making sure he stayed inside me while we both rode out the full length and breadth of our orgasms.
When we were done, he proved himself right when he gently pulled out. He was far gentler about it than I had been the first time I’d pulled out of him, but I’d learned, and I didn’t have to deal with the weird feeling he’d described when someone did that. But there was that aching sense of emptiness left, and a yearning to have his dick back, not necessarily in the sexual sense but just...existing.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he reached into the box where the toys had been and pulled out wipes to clean us up. We’d forgotten to put a towel down again, though, so there was lube all over the place, and we were going to have to clean his bed cover before it could be used again, but that was alright. There were two beds in the apartment after all, and ever since thatnight in the hotel, we hadn’t slept without each other, sex or no sex. “Guess it’s your bed tonight.”
I snorted. Despite what people thought, we weren’t usually on the same wavelength; we were just good at reading what the other was broadcasting. There were moments, though, when we knew exactly what was going through the other person’s head. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing. We really need to get better about putting down towels.”
“True,” he said with a snort as he finished wiping us down, leaving me pleasantly cool and clean rather than the somewhat tolerable sticky feeling that usually came post sex.
I watched him carefully set the toys aside after inspecting them. “Probably should clean those, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “But it doesn’t have to be done immediately, just...soon.”
“This is your way of saying that you want some post sex cuddling,” I said with a chuckle. If I had thought he was affectionate before, that paled in comparison to how he was now we’d discovered sex. I knew he tried his best not to come off too clingy or smothering me day-to-day, but I didn’t mind. My aversion to being touched had always had a standing exception when it came to him, and if he wanted to touch or cuddle with me when we were going about our day, I wouldn’t stop him. The only thing I had to worry about was that physical contact between us tended to get my engine revved up and turn from affection to lust.
Not that I’d yet to hear a complaint from him.
“Damn right,” he said, getting back onto the bed and folding the cover back so he wasn’t lying in a wet spot. He dropped next to me, flinging his arm over me so he could inch closer and press our bodies together. I didn’t know what was more amusing, how physically clingy he’d become since we started sleeping together, or that I had adjusted to it almost instantly.
Then again, I had adjusted to a lot of things that would have given me pause normally, including the sex with another guy part...and the part where the guy in question was freaking Milo. Yet it made weird sense now I had a different perspective to look back with. If there was ever a guy I’d be comfortable enough with to test the limits of my sexuality, it was Milo, stepbrother or not. And really, his status as my stepbrother was...inconsequential, at least as far as I was concerned.
Others might disagree, but for the sake of just...us? We’d always been particular about not calling each other brothers, even when we didn’t do it with our siblings. That by itself was interesting since there had seemingly been no reason for it, and now? Well, now there definitely was a reason, and I wondered if perhaps deep down, we’d known why we didn’t want to be seen as brothers. It probably wasn’t so deep for Milo, considering he’d been carrying a torch for me since our mid-teens, but it had been there for me all the same, which made sense. Milo had always been more comfortable with his emotions, dealing with them and feeling them without hesitation. In contrast, I had always been slower, a bit more wary of my feelings and the reactions they created.
The sole exception was and always had been Milo. With him, I felt comfortable in my own skin, and we could rely on each other to understand and accept the other as they were, not how we thought they should be. You could rack that up to simply a part of growing up together, which was true, but Milo still got prodded in different directions from our well-meaning family in the hopes that he would change. It was the sort of treatment and acceptance that he gave me as well, and we both counted that as a matter of fact, not to be taken for granted, but as immutable as gravity.
So yes, it made sense that things were happening so easily and quickly, because it wasn’t happening with anyone else;it was happening with the one person who knew me best, accepted me the fullest, and with whom I was completely and utterly comfortable. Maybe I was looking at things through an introspective lens and needed to see things for how they were, rather than what they might be. We were comfortable, happy, content, and all the problems with the thing between us continuing and deepening... came from outside, not from us.
That only left the question...was I holding back because of my concerns? And if so...what was the solution? We had already explored and found there was plenty more to see and experience together, but that really only extended to our shared sex life; what about more? If I was intent on figuring things out between us, didn’t that mean I should entertain options that weren’t just sexual?
I blinked when I felt a finger prod the side of my head. “Watcha thinkin’ so hard about?”
“Quit,” I snorted, smacking his hand away. “I’m fine.”
