Stepbrother With Benefits (6 page)

“I’ve done it before. Remember Procter & Gamble?”

“Yeah, but that was before your...” Tom’s sentence faded off, obviously thinking twice about what he was going to next say. “Well, back when you were still Morton’s number one guy. Now... your head’s just not in the game, man. It’s obvious to everyone.”

Of that, he was sadly right. “Things have changed, Tom. I just may surprise you.” If only Jack believed it himself.

“Well, don’t waste too much of your time. Morton told me he’s pretty much dead set on my plan anyways. About time someone other than you got a decent bonus around here. It’s not like
you’ve
got anyone waiting at home to provide for.”

Jack was so stunned by that offhand comment, that he thought he’d misheard what Tom had said, and took a moment to replay it in his head. But when he realized that he hadn’t, Jack spun around in rank indignation – to an empty hallway. Tom was already gone, leaving behind little more than the pungent scent of cheap cologne.

Shit. Well, nothing like the motivation of wanting to
crush
someone to prod you into doing your very best! Suddenly, there was a ton of work to get done before the trip home on Thursday morning.

So much for having any kind of fun this week with Ellie and her weird friends!

J
ack and
his team worked late into the night, suffering through a hurried dinner of mediocre Chinese delivery and more horrid coffee than he cared to think about. But, when the fatigue in his co-workers’ faces became too obvious to ignore, he finally called it quits and sent everyone home.

It was nearly eleven o’clock before Jack stumbled through Ellie’s battered apartment door, stressed out and exhausted. His sister hugged him warmly, knowing he still had hours of work to finish that night.

After grabbing a quick snack and chatting with the others for a few minutes, Jack settled down at the dining room table with his laptop and a tall stack of papers to wade through. Across the room, Rachel lounged alone on the dark brown couch that would soon be his bed, watching the beginning of some obnoxious late-night talk show on television.

After her truly bizarre behavior that morning, Jack planned on keeping a wary eye on that girl!

Fifteen minutes later, Jack heard footsteps coming down the hall and glanced up as Beth strolled into the room, wearing an oversized white football jersey with the obviously intentional number “69” printed on the front, and scuffling her bare feet across the floor. She stopped between the two couches and looked pointedly at Jack.

“Hey, Mr. Wilson... uh, Jack. I know you’re busy... but El’s studying for a test in our bedroom and she says – and I quote – my constant presence has become a distraction, and could I please leave her the fuck alone. Do you mind if I sit here and watch some TV with Rachel?”

Too busy to care, Jack shrugged. “Rachel’s not bothering me, so I’m sure you won’t either. Just don’t set the volume too loud.” In fact, Jack secretly hoped that Beth’s presence would help ensure Rachel’s good behavior.

“Thanks! I promise we’ll keep it down.” Beth grabbed a red and black plaid blanket and plopped herself on the empty couch, tucking in the blanket around her body.

Rachel promptly spoke up. “Hey, girl... aren’t you gonna share that thing? It’s gettin’ kinda cold in here.” She patted the empty cushion to her right.

Without saying a word, Beth hopped across to the other couch.

Since the blanket was barely large enough to cover one person, the two girls worked themselves into a cuddling position, with Rachel angled against the right armrest and Beth wiggling between her legs, where she reclined against the buxom girl’s chest. The blanket was then able to cover the both of them, leaving only two heads poking out the top.

Crazy girls!
thought Jack to himself in bewilderment. To him, the apartment still felt much too hot – like it had been ever since he arrived. If he had time, he should try to fix the radiators before he left.

The two teens whispered back and forth for a bit, but Jack couldn’t make out what they were saying and, frankly, didn’t care. He had more important things to worry about.

Concentrating on his work, it was about fifteen minutes later when Jack heard a soft groan and glanced up. The girls were still concealed under the blanket and didn’t appear to have moved. Both seemed to be watching the television in rapt attention as some movie star hawked their latest blockbuster film. Jack was about to return to his work, when he saw a slight movement in the center of the blanket and paused, purely out of curiosity.

At first, it looked as though Beth might be scratching an itch on the inside of her thigh... but the motions were a bit too slow, and went on for too long. He then noticed Rachel’s left shoulder moving ever so slightly. As Jack tried to sort out the various lumps in the blanket to determine which body parts were where, Beth changed her position against Rachel and slouched lower, pulling her feet closer to her body and sticking her bent knees overtop of Rachel’s thighs.

Rachel’s eyes abruptly darted in Jack’s direction, but Jack saw them coming and returned his own gaze to the laptop just in time.

A half minute later, he tentatively looked up again. The girls were still ostensibly watching television, but Beth’s eyes now had a glassy and distant look to them, and her cheeks seemed a little rosy. The blanket was pulled tight across their legs, concealing any evidence of motion, so Jack shrugged it off as his sex-starved imagination running wild after Rachel’s exhibition this morning.

That is until five minutes later, when he heard yet another noise: a quiet, feminine moan. This time the sound was unmistakable – a recognizable as the call of a siren to a lovelorn sailor.

Peeking cautiously over his laptop screen, Jack noticed that Beth seemed to have spread her legs a little wider, with her pelvis now aimed upwards and feet tucked at the same level as Rachel’s knees. The blanket had also settled lower over the two, revealing highly suggestive rhythmic motions in the space between Beth’s legs – and these motions were indeed being made by Rachel’s hand.

Although Jack couldn’t see anything truly explicit, the mere notion of explaining what he
could
see sent his imagination reeling.

After a minute, the motions between Beth’s legs increased in speed and she moaned softly, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side as she nestled between Rachel’s breasts. Her hips began making nearly imperceptible twitching motions, which gradually became sharper and more obvious, until her body abruptly jerked and she stopped breathing – mouth hanging open and jaw trembling.

Beth’s legs suddenly clamped together and she thrust them out straight, her tiny feet poking out from under the blanket and her toes repeatedly curling and uncurling. Flickers of a smile flashed in the corners of her mouth... and then, ten seconds later, Beth let out a long sigh and relaxed, her feet retracting back under the blanket’s warmth and security.

What the hell?
thought Jack to himself in utter astonishment. Did what he think just happen... really happen?

He tried to catch anything more telling in the expressions of either girl to confirm that Rachel had truly just brought Beth to orgasm right in front of him... however the two continued watching television as though everything were normal.

But then, Rachel’s left hand wriggled free of the blanket and scratched the side of her nose – an innocent enough motion, that is, until she pressed both index and middle fingers under her nostrils, closed her eyes... and breathed deeply in and out.

Although as a man Jack was thrilled to have witnessed an act of intimacy between his sister’s best friend and her roommate, as a caring brother he was mildly disturbed by the whole thing. Because if those two were openly intimate with each other... then what about the rest of them?

The pretense of innocently watching television continued until the talk show ended at half past midnight.

As Rachel switched off the set and shoved the blanket aside, Jack kept his eyes glued between Beth’s legs as she climbed off the couch – managing to catch a fleeting glimpse of pure white skin with a dark vertical line, just before the football jersey draped low.

God – she wasn’t wearing any panties! That settled it.

Jack’s heart palpitated as Rachel came up to him at the dining room table and bent over. “Good night, Jack,” she said softly, giving him a peck on the cheek exactly like the previous night.

Jack felt a trickle of sweat run down the back of his neck.

She stepped away and Beth took her place, kissing the exact same spot, and following up with a hug. “Night, Jack. Don’t work too late!”

Jack reciprocated the lengthy embrace with a cautious arm around Beth’s back, but when she straightened his fingers brushed just below where her jersey had ridden up – inadvertently grazing the groove at the top of her bare ass crack. Her skin was extremely soft, and noticeably moist.

Flustered and trying to pretend that the accidental touch hadn’t happened, or at least that he hadn’t noticed it, Jack laughed a little too hard in compensation. “I’ll try not to, Beth. Occupational hazard, though... especially this week. Anyways, sleep well.”

Beth flashed him a crooked smile. “I’ll tell Ellie to come say goodnight before she goes to sleep... all right?”

“Thanks,” replied Jack. “You know, girls... it’s real nice that you’re all so
friendly
around here.” Immediately realizing the unintended double entendre, he blushed.

“Oh? Whatever do you mean?” replied Beth sweetly, looking over her shoulder with an innocuous grin as the two girls disappeared around the corner and down the hall.

Leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head, Jack exhaled noisily and tried to push all sexy thoughts from his mind. No point getting worked up when there was so much important work yet to be done!

But at the rate things were going, Jack was beginning to have serious doubts that he’d still be sane come Thursday!

E
arly Tuesday
morning, Jack awoke with a start.

He was instantly aware that he’d just come from an erotic dream, a different one than the previous night, and struggled to remember what it had been about. He knew it had begun with himself, Ellie, and strangely enough their parents on vacation somewhere tropical... and had somehow turned highly erotic at the end. Jack attempted to recall more specific details, but the harder he tried, the more distant and vague they became.

Lying motionless on the couch as the tantalizing memories slipped like sand through the fingers of recollection, Jack became aware of some unusual sounds in the room around him. Like soft giggling, and an intermittent metallic squeak. Blinking open his bleary eyes, he slowly turned towards the squeaking sound... and was greeted by a fuzzy, undulating red and black heap.

As Jack slowly pulled the blurry shapes into focus, he first determined that the heap had a head, and that it was moving up and down in a very familiar motion.

It slowly dawned on him that he was watching two people make love beneath a blanket – the very same blanket the girls had been cuddling under the previous night. The two hunching figures were barely three feet away from his head, and Jack’s drowsy brain honestly couldn’t reconcile why they’d be doing
that
so close to where he was trying to sleep.

The male, whom Jack couldn’t yet identify, was seated on the couch in a slouched position, his hairy legs sticking out from under the blanket and his feet planted firmly on the floor. Riding on top was a rather small redheaded girl facing away from Jack – who had to be Beth. She was bouncing enthusiastically up and down on her partner’s lap and making the couch springs squeak softly. The blanket had been wrapped tightly around both their bodies, covering everything up to Beth’s neck... and yet, Jack could still discern certain details beneath the shroud, such as the lumps of Beth’s feet sticking out on either side of the man’s knees, the graceful curve of her back, and the sensual spread of her hips as she straddled her partner’s broad frame.

The more alert that Jack became, the more his cock began to harden. Was Beth with her boyfriend? But why would they do something that by all rights should be a private affair, while exposed out here in the living room? Could Beth have somehow forgotten that she had a guest sleeping on the couch? Seemed rather careless – after all, he was
right here.

Beth moaned louder with obvious pleasure and the man made a shushing sound. “Not too loud, babe.”

Wait a minute. That was Mark’s voice.
What the hell!

Jack could hardly believe that Beth, his sister’s long-time best friend, was intimately involved with their male roommate. But there they were, barely a few feet in front of him, fucking as clear as day. Was Ellie even aware that these two were an item? She’d talked about Beth’s boyfriend a few times during their phone calls, but the last he’d heard that person definitely hadn’t been Mark!