Stepbrother With Benefits (3 page)

“Yeah, I’d probably suggest this one,” offered Mark, pointing to the dark brown couch that looked older. “Trust me, I’ve spent plenty-a night on it, and it’s way more comfortable than it looks. Or... as our guest, I suppose it’d only be right to, uh, offer you my room. If you
really
wanted.”

Jack grunted. Before touring the apartment, he’d probably have accepted that deal. But after seeing Mark’s messy bedroom with its strong stench of male musk and stale beer – and perhaps even a hint of pot – he preferred to stay out here in the relative open.

“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’m okay. I’m sure you guys like your privacy.”

The four teenagers looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Jack squinted quizzically at the group, growing slightly uneasy with this peculiar reaction. But before he could figure out what was so funny, the obnoxious door buzzer sounded.

“Thank god! Pizza’s here at last!” screeched Rachel, leaping over to reach the intercom.

At the mention of food, Jack’s stomach grumbled loudly enough to announce its intentions to the entire group. Ellie giggled and grabbed her brother’s arm, dragging him into the kitchen to gather plates and drinks.

Once they were alone, she pulled him close and spoke softly.

“Jack, I know you well enough to tell you’re not exactly thrilled to be here. But please, bro, just give ’em a chance, okay? Mark and Rachel really are great once you get to know ’em. And I swear you’re gonna have a whole ton of fun with us this week!”

Jack grunted. Actual
fun
seemed unlikely. “If you say so, sis. But if my back locks up solid on that lumpy couch and I can’t move a muscle in the morning, then I’ll be expecting you and your friends to carry me to the nearest hospital!”

“Oh, don’t be so silly. But hey, Rachel’s dad’s a chiropractor, and I he taught her a few moves... so maybe tomorrow, if you’re really feeling stiff, she might agree to give you an adjustment!”

Jack gulped. “That, um... that might not be so horrible.”

Chuckling softly, Ellie carried the stack of plates out into the living room.

J
ack, Mark,
and the three girls lounged together on the two couches, munching on gooey slices of amazing deep-dish pizza and chatting away. They talked about college and the experience of living away from home for the first time, with Jack occasionally interjecting anecdotes from his own years spent attending the same institution.

Soon enough, the conversation shifted to Jack’s work and the reason for his visit.

“So, Jack, what exactly is it you do?” asked Rachel with a string of cheese hanging from her chin.

Jack wiped tomato sauce from around his own mouth with a napkin. “Well, Rachel, I’m in marketing, and I develop advertising strategies. So... I help companies come up with marketable identities for themselves or their products.”

“Uh-huh. Do try to remember I’m an athlete, so... what does that shit mean?”

“Mmm, well...” Jack always had trouble explaining his job eloquently to laymen. “Well, I guess it means I try to make it so when you think of a particular type of product, it’s my guy’s brand that springs to mind first. For example, other than a company name, what’s the first thing that you think of for... oh, I don’t know... how about insurance?”

“Kill me now?” muttered Ellie under her breath.

After a few chuckles, the room fell silent.

Suddenly Rachel jumped and exclaimed, “Oh, I know! How about that talking lizard thingy?”

Mark snorted derisively. “That’s a gecko, you doof.”

“Shush, you,” she scolded.

Jack smiled at their shotgun exchange. “Okay, yeah, the talking gecko mascot – something unique and visually recognizable for Geico. Now, maybe something closer to home, how about the same idea for running shoes?”

“Just do it!” blurted Rachel immediately.

“Words to live by,” quipped Mark.

“Right, a slogan... catchy and easy to remember. I’ll bet you even pictured the swoosh logo before you thought of the Nike name. And that’s basically what I do: I try to come up with unique and entertaining memory triggers, so even if you aren’t interested in buying something when you see an ad for it, your brain files away a specific trigger for when you
are
interested. It’s all about recognition.”

Ellie leaned forwards with a mock evil grin on her face. “I’ll bet y’all never knew you were being brainwashed into buying all that overpriced shit, huh?”

Beth sighed. “I always wondered why I just
had
to stand in line for six hours to get that new phone last fall. Ignorance is bliss... or was, I guess. What kinda dastardly things are you working on right now?”

“It’s still secret so I really can’t say too much, Beth, but it’s for a new electronics company with a hot product and a shockingly huge advertising budget. Let’s just say their goal is to be at the top of every teen’s Christmas shopping list next winter, and if all goes well this week... I’ll be heading up the team that makes sure that happens.”

“Damn... now I want one, and I don’t even know what the heck it is!”

Rachel interjected. “Have you worked on anything we’d recognize? Was it you that came up with that lizard thingy?”

Jack rolled his eyes. Maybe in his nightmares! “No, I didn’t do that... just how old do you think I am? Anyways, my biggest hits have actually been overseas, but you’d probably still recognize a few of mine.”

“Then tell us some!”

“I think it’d be better if you try to guess – consider yourselves unpaid market research!”

Beth, Rachel and Mark threw out random ideas for the next few minutes, Jack hinting and pushing them in the right directions. Already knowing most of the answers Ellie remained silent, watching and laughing as the group hit upon quite a few of Jack’s more famous successes, and a few abysmal failures that everyone involved would rather forget.

By the time the dishes were washed and put away, Jack was feeling much more at ease with the people Ellie had chosen to live with. They really were a friendly bunch!

Eventually the girls began excusing themselves for their allotted turn in the apartment’s one and only bathroom, with Jack opting to let everyone else go first. He planned to spend the next hour working on his laptop anyways, reviewing and tweaking the presentation he’d prepared for tomorrow morning.

He still wasn’t particularly happy with what he had to offer his bosses... but it was the best he’d been able to come up with, and it was way too late to start over.

About ten minutes after the last bedroom door closed for the night, Jack shut his laptop, gathered his pajamas and toiletries, and made his way down the dimly lit hallway. Twisting the bathroom doorknob, he found it inexplicably locked and rattled the handle a few times.

“Occupado!” came Rachel’s muffled voice from behind the door.

Jack was certain everyone had already finished in the bathroom... but obviously he was wrong.

Leaning against the beige plaster wall while he waited for Rachel to finish, Jack noticed that Ellie and Beth’s bedroom door at the end of the hall was open a crack, allowing a narrow beam of white light to spill out through the half-inch gap. He could hear the sounds of girlish giggling coming from inside the room and, purely out of curiosity, stepped closer to peek inside.

Spotting his stepsister sitting cross-legged on the edge of her bed in pink flannel pajamas, Jack smiled. For some reason she’d always had a fondness for fuzzy flannel. It looked like she was chatting quietly with Beth, who was on the other side of the room and out of Jack’s limited field of view.

“I don’t know El, this doesn’t really do it for me,” came Beth’s disembodied voice.

“Yeah, but would it do it for a
guy?”
countered Ellie. “You know they don’t think the same way as us. Come over here for a sec, and let me check something.”

Beth stepped into view, and Jack’s breath caught in his throat. The petite redhead was dressed in the skimpiest pair of dark blue panties... and absolutely nothing else!

Although Beth was facing away from the door and Jack could only see the side of one of her small but perky breasts, it was the combination of her astoundingly tiny waist, the slight flare of her narrow hips, and the sexy curves of her chubby little bum that pleased his critical male eye. Jack had seen Beth in skimpy pool attire many times years ago, but had never before noticed what a gorgeous and sexy young woman she’d grown up to be!

Ellie reached out and grasped either side of Beth’s panties, suddenly yanking them upwards and wedging the fabric deep into the crack of her best friend’s pudgy ass.

Studying the resulting effect, Ellie frowned and sighed. “Yeah, these don’t really show off the merchandise like they could. Hey – have you tried that lucky pair Rachel loaned you last week? Didn’t she say she’s got laid in ’em like a couple dozen times at frat parties?”

Jack’s heart skipped a beat.

Beth let out a burst of unimpressed air. “Yeah, as if that would be a challenge for a certified slut like her... not that there’s anything wrong with that!” Still facing away from the door, Beth slowly slid the tight blue panties down her legs and into a rumpled pile around her feet, and then bent over at the waist to retrieve them from the floor.

Seemingly in slow motion, the perfect little globes of Beth’s buttocks stretched apart and flashed Jack with an unexpectedly clear view of the eighteen-year-old’s intimate region – from the bright red star of her puckered anus, to the dark vertical gash formed by her completely shaved pussy lips squeezed tightly between her thighs.

As Beth hooked a finger on the panties and went to straighten up, the other end caught on the tip of her big toe and she stumbled, quickly sticking an arm out to catch herself on the side of Ellie’s bed. With her legs spread and knees slightly bent, the smooth white folds of Beth’s pussy pulled to the sides... just enough to expose a tantalizing glimpse of the vibrant pink skin that lined her cleft.

Jack sucked in his breath and watched in rapt fascination as Beth once again went to pick up the panties, this time bending far enough over that her puffy outer labia pulled right open, presenting him with the unexpectedly clear sight of two previously hidden inner lips projecting straight outwards. And then, to his utter astonishment, the teardrop-shaped entrance of Beth’s vagina popped open, like a miniscule black hole glistening with wetness as she moved.

Jack had to hold back a lustful groan as he felt a highly inappropriate stirring in his loins, something that hadn’t happened to him in months. Recognizing his arousal, he immediately felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over him, since he knew he shouldn’t be spying on the girls in the first place... never mind while they were in this state of undress.

And yet, Jack’s feet stubbornly refused to carry him away from the enticing view offered through that narrow gap!

“You’re such a klutz!” laughed Ellie when Beth finally managed to stand upright.

“I’ve told you before, El... underwear and I have never gotten along. Anyways, lemmie see about that pair from Rachel...”

Beth moved out of view and Jack heard a dresser drawer scrape open. After a brief period of silence, Beth sauntered back wearing a pair of lacy black panties.

“I can’t believe it, but these actually seem too small,” commented Beth as she modeled the nearly transparent lingerie for her friend.

“Hot damn, Beth... who cares – they’re perfect for you! But try pulling ’em up a little.”

Beth tugged sharply on the front, and Ellie snorted and giggled.

“How for fuck’s sake can a juicy cameltoe like that even be
legal!”

Ellie hopped off the bed and grabbed her best friend’s hips, spinning her around to face the door. Jack instinctively leapt back from the crack, before realizing that the girls were looking into a mirror mounted on a nearby wall.

“Oh, goddamn... these really are crazy hot!” gasped Beth as she studied her own reflection, smiling and running her hands over the flatness of her lithe stomach.

Ellie gave her friend a quick slap on the bottom. “These things make you look so hot, you’ll stop traffic if you wear ’em with yoga pants!”

As a red-blooded male, Jack had to agree. Beth’s adjustment had bunched the thin black fabric together and wedged it deep in her cleft, with the puffy folds of her pussy bulging far enough out that they sealed right over where the tight material cut into her flesh. This made the already fat lips of her sex seem twice as big as they were, and for a girl of Beth’s already diminutive stature, the effect was shockingly lewd – and to Jack, highly arousing.

Pushing her pelvis out and wiggling her hips, Beth grinned slyly. “You know I love showing skin as much as the next girl... but I’m already feelin’ like I’m goin’ numb kinda down here,” she remarked. Reaching down, she slid her fingers inside the front of the panties and pulled the bunched fabric from her cleft, then carefully spread it to cover her crotch in the intended manner. This option was no less arousing, since the small panties continued to cut in and were made of such transparent lace, that they concealed almost nothing.