Stepbrother With Benefits 15 (Third Season) by Mia Clark

shower without much in the way of foreplay.  Foreplay is always appreciated, but sometimes you just want to have a quickie, too.
    Before Ethan, I always thought sex should be carefully crafted into some romantic event of epic proportions, and, um... well, now I think it's sometimes fun to just get lost in the moment without having to worry about every single detail.
    I'm about to get lost in a moment is basically what I'm saying.  Except for the shower cleaning thing.  Just forget that I cleaned this shower beforehand, alright?  I really only cleaned the bottom and the back, because I'm about to sit down and lean back, and...
    I duct tape the phone to the side of the shower wall, making sure it gives Ethan a good view of what's going on.  He grins at me, watching me intently.
    "You, too," I say.  "Naked.  Now."
    "Don't have to tell me twice," he says.
    "No more talking," I say.
    He nods and smirks at me.
    The shower curtain is drawn, the phone is in place, and I am ready.  I turn the shower on, hiding in the corner until cool water becomes warm, and then steamy and hot.  Most definitely steamy and hot.
    I twist the showerhead so that it's not pointing directly at me, then I sit down slowly, my back to the wall.  I spread my legs, feet pressing against the opposite wall of the shower stall.  Ethan gazes at me with admiration and approval.  This is a sexy kind of admiration, though.
    Even though the shower isn't pointing right at me, there's plenty of water.  It starts dripping towards me, splashing off the walls, cascading over my bare, naked body.  I tease my hands up my sides, then move to cup the undersides of my breasts.  Ethan's grin grows even wider as he watches me from the phone protected inside the plastic bag in front of me.
    I reach over towards the ledge and grab my body wash.  Squeezing some out into my hands, I rub them together and lather it up, then press it against my stomach and up towards my breasts.  Slow and languorous, enjoying the heat of the shower and the slickness of my body wash, I run my hands around my breasts in a circle.  I move them slowly in, watching Ethan's eyes progressively growing wider and wider until I reach my nipples.  Then I open my mouth and let out a tiny little gasp as I tweak my nipples between my fingers and my thumbs, rolling them around in gentle circles.
    Ethan props up the phone on his desk and moves back.  He's sitting on his chair, watching me.  Entirely naked, too, just like me.  In front of him, throbbing in his lap, his cock bounces straight up.  He wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking himself slowly while he watches me wash my breasts and tease myself for him.
    I slide my hands over my chest, tempting him.  Squeezing my breasts close together, I push them tight so that they look bigger and more enticing.  He strokes himself a little faster then, eager and excited.  Oooh, yes , this really is fun, isn't it?
    I admit I kind of had my doubts at first?  I mean, really, how did he expect me to let him watch me shower?  Also, shower was kind of a code word for... not showering... I don't actually shower like this, usually.  It's good to clean every part of yourself, but I'm pretty sure my nipples and breasts don't actually need this much attention on an everyday basis.
    Ethan would probably disagree with me.  He would probably volunteer to spend as much time as possible paying them heavy attention, but we can't just stay in the shower all day, now can we?  Really now!
    Right now we can have some fun, though.  I like it.
    I run my hands lower, trailing down my stomach.  I leave soap and suds in my wake, a slippery path heading towards my pubis.  Each of my hands goes even lower still, traveling down my thighs and towards my knees.  When I get to my knees, I turn back, shifting to the inside of my thighs.  One hand goes further than that, dipping down to toy with my pussy, spreading open my lower lips.
    Ethan strokes himself a little