Moving On - 22. Chapter 22

I walked to Ben’s house and found him on the front porch quickly preparing for something. He smiled when he saw me and gave me a quick French kiss.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Shhh…” He put his finger on his lips, “I’m preparing to get revenge on my evil little brother,” he whispered.

“Oh…” I looked at the floor to find a hose and a couple of water balloons.

“Take the hose and follow me,” Ben grinned and walked to the side of the porch quietly. There I saw Matt innocently building a snowman, but while we were watching him, he put the carrot in the wrong place. Instead, he just put it on the bottom of the snowman to make a penis and put a couple round stones to make the balls. The snowman had quite a hard-on. I snorted, giggling quietly, but Ben elbowed me.

“On three… after I hit him with the balloons, spray him, ok?” Ben instructed me.

“Go for it!”

“Three… Two… One…” Ben popped out and launched the balloons at Matt, “Je t’ai!!!” Ben screamed (I got you!!!)

Matt nearly shat on himself and turned around to look at us, but it was a mistake. A water balloon hit him right in the face and exploded. Now his face was covered with green dye and the other balloon exploded on his boots, covering it with honey-like watery goo.

“Tabarnak! Ben…tu vaut mieux que tu cours!!!” Matt wiped his wet face and grabbed some snow to make a snowball. (Goddammit! Ben, you better run!!!)

“Shoot…shoot…shoot!!!” Ben told me as Matt ran after him. I aimed and shot him hard. Matt let go of the snowball to stop the water hitting him.

“Fuck you! Steph…” He sputtered and his hands blocking the splashing jet of water

“Que c’est ce qui se passe?” Mrs. Lemoureux looked out from the window, “Ah non, Mathieu… C’est quoi que tu fais là?” (What’s going on? Ah no, Mathieu… What are you doing?)

I immediately dropped the hose and kicked it out of sight as she came out from the door with her coat. She looked at Matt, and then started giggling.

“Je vois que ton frère a fait de la vengeance,” she took off his wet tuque. (I see your brother got some revenge)

“Ben ouain pis c’est chiant,” Matt grumbled. (Well yeah and it’s shitty)

“Hey, parle pas comme ça devant moi!” she slapped at the back of his head, “Va dans la maison.” (Hey, don’t talk like that in front of me! Get in the house.) Matt stuck his tongue out at us and gave us an evil smirk behind her back as he was going in the house. I’m hoping he isn’t planning on a much worse payback like he’s known for.

Ben was giggling like mad through the whole thing and was mighty pleased with himself.

“Merci de l’aide,” he winked at me. (Thanks for the help)

But his amusement of the whole thing would be short-lived.

“Ok, Benoît!” Mrs. Lemoureaux called out, “Viens icitte.” (C’mere)

“Quoi m’man?” (What mom?) Ben went upstairs and I followed him up, and she was standing next to the closed door of Matt’s room. In a few seconds, the door opened a crack and Matt threw out his wet clothes.

“Bon, c’est ton mess. Tu vas le mettre dans la laveuse,” his mother instructed him. (Good, that’s your mess. You’re going to put it in the washer)

“Awh crisse…” Ben groaned, ignoring his mother’s glare at that word, and went to pick the clothes up, “Viens avec moi, Steph.” (Ah shit… Come with me, Steph) I caught Mrs. Lemoureaux giving me a slight smile.

“Mais ça valait la peine!” Ben shouted at Matt’s door. (But it was so worth it!)

We went to the basement into the little room where the laundry was located. Ben closed the door and turned on the lights.

“I should’ve seen this coming, but it was well worth it,” Ben grinned while he went to get the soap. He put some in; set the dial, hot water fired in, he shoved the clothes in, and closed the lid. Simple as that. And he pushed me against the machine, to kiss me.

“Missing me that much, eh?” I broke off.

“You better believe it,” he said it seductively.

“Hmmm, so do I,” I went back to his soft lips.

I lifted his shirt up and felt his wonderful chest, and Ben did the same to me. He put his tongue on my neck, savouring it, and then kissing it hard. He stayed like that as I wallowed in my own euphoria. Then he just bit me.

“Whoa, don’t go rough,” I jumped away.

“Sorry, my instincts got away from me,” he smirked.

“Whatever, go easy on my skin,” I pushed back his hair and kissed him again.

Ben put me on the machine and went for my nipple. The combination of the vibration of the machine and his licking made it feel awesome. He unzipped my jeans and felt for my hard-on in my undies.

“Dive in… Quit fucking around… It’s been a few years… I mean… days since it exploded,” I told to Ben. He complied, freeing my boner from my undies and taking it in his warm mouth. I moaned as his lips covered it and he sucked on it for a minute. Suddenly he let go of it.

“What was that?” Ben listened, “Fuck…zip up!!!” Ben hissed as he pulled his shirt down and rushed to pull mine down. I jumped off the washer and stuffed my hard dick in my undies, with a little trouble. I swear after all of that sex, he has grown a little from being hard so often. I managed to zip up my tight jeans without painfully pinching my hard-on.

“So…” Ben leaned against the dryer, “How’s…”

But the door opened and Mrs. Lemoureaux and Matt came in.

“Oh désolé, mais la machine, ça marche-tu ben?” She asked Ben. (Oh sorry, but is the machine working ok?)

“Ouais, y’avait pas de problème là. On parlait juste,” Ben answered. (Yeah, there wasn’t any problem. We were just talking.)

“Oh. Bon, c’est correct. J’ai fait de la soupe pour tout le monde. Matt, viens avec moi,” (Oh. Good, it’s ok. I made some soup for everyone. Matt, come with me) she told us, but stopped to look at something on me, “Steph, what is that on your neck?”

“Huh?” I rubbed on my neck and felt nothing, “What do you see?” I asked.

“Just a faint red mark,” she answered. Ben’s eyes widened and he couldn’t resist giggling. Matt noticed too and he started laughing. Ben is certainly going to die. I don’t know when but he will one day. I swear he will.

“Matt managed to hit me with a snowball when we were getting him,” I lied.

“Oh, well…you two had it coming,” she smiled, “C’mon up… Soup is ready.” And she left. Matt made a smoochy face behind her back, which earned him the finger from me and Ben.

“Un moment, j’ai oublié de mettre du savon!” Ben noted. (Just a moment, I forgot to put in some soap!) He lied. He pressed his hand on my boner and rubbed it.

“I’ll finish you off later... I’m dying to have a drink,” he kissed me and grinned evilly.

“Good, or otherwise you’ll get replaced by my hand,” I pushed him to go upstairs.

“So that’s my value to you?” He wiggled his eyebrow, “You know I’d send you to heaven while your hand would just keep you on Earth.”

“Oh shut up...” I pushed him again. Jerk... I grinned.

“Ben... Je te remercie!” Matt grinned, when we came into the kitchen.

“Hein?” he wondered what he was up to.

“Parce que j’ai l’air cool avec les cheveux tinté vert,” he answered. (Because I look cool with green tinted hair)

“Euh whatever...de rien,” Ben took a bowl of white clam chowder and so did I. (You’re welcome)

We enjoyed the delicious chowder. I love Mrs. Lémoureaux’s cooking. Ben rubbed my leg with his toes, hinting to me to finish up so we could go to his room.

We walked a little quickly upstairs with Ben glaring hard at Matt, who was smirking at us. I ignored him because I knew he had no chance of getting back at us while we would be alone in Ben’s room behind the locked door.

Ben closed the door and jumped on me, pushing me right on his bed. While pinning me down, he lifted my shirt up and worked his tongue on my chest and torso. I went to lift his shirt up as well, but he slapped my hand.

“No!” he grinned, “You’re in my room, so you’re my manwhore today.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes, letting him have his way because I just wanted to freaking get off – preferably deep in his glory hole.

“I think I'm going to take a nap!” he grinned evilly. Ok that was very sadistic of him.

“Are you serious?” I gawked.

“When wasn't I ever?” He took off his clothes, stripping down to his undies.

“Oh whatever. I've no choice but to join you,” I pulled off my clothes, but I went a step further – I took off my undies to show off my nude body, hoping to motivate him to change his mind. Ben stared at my hard-on, but then snapped his eyes off to the side.

“Sorry, my sleep is more important than your sexual needs,” he stuck his tongue out. What a prick... He finally took off his undies so that I wouldn't be naked all by myself.

“You've got to be kidding me,” I rolled my eyes, “Look at you; you have some needs too right now!” I pointed at his semi-boner.

“He can wait,” he grinned, “He's very faithful, unlike you.”

“Hey, take that back!” I pushed him down.

“Voyons donc, chsé qu'y'a tellement faim de moé!” I managed to say it in perfect Québécois. (C'mon, I know he's really hungry for me!)

“Pantoute!” he giggled and slipped under the covers, “S'il vous plaît, je vous prie de me bénir avec votre eau sainte, mon Seigneur!” (Not at all! Please, I beg you to bless me with your holy water, my Lord!)

“Want some holy water?” I proceeded to give him a very wet lick on his cheek, “There, I hope you feel blessed enough.”

“Yuk,” he wiped the spit off, “Just hold me under the covers, if you haven't gotten the fucking message, dammit!”

I pressed my chest to his back and positioned my dick between his butt crack and got myself really comfortable there. I let Ben doze and ten minutes later, he did. I slowly humped up and down and Ben didn't seem to notice it, or just ignored it. I decided to surprise him. His asshole was right there, so... I spat on my hand and rubbed it on my dickhead. I waited a little so he would have no clue. Then I spat a little more on my hand and rubbed it on his asshole.

“Don't finger me...” Ben mumbled. Oh, no worries I'm not going to do that, I thought in my head.

I positioned my dick over his asshole and nudged it in, and then drove straight in. Ben jumped.

“OWSH!” He huffed out, but I covered his mouth, held him to me tightly, and started to hump him slowly, “Crisse de tabarnak, ça me fait mal, câlisse,” he hissed. (Fucking god, that fucking really hurts.)

“I know...but you had it coming,” I kissed behind his ear, “But you like it now, eh?” I humped a little quicker.

“Do you realize you're raping me now?” He hissed again, but then calmed down, “Oh yes...raping me...hmmmmm...a little to the right, please.”

“Yes, but without the date rape drug,” I smirked.

“Shit...just put more of this on because it's starting to be like you’re fucking me with a roll of sandpaper,” Ben gritted his teeth as he threw me the lube bottle from under his bed.

“No problemo...” I squeezed some on my dick and his asshole. I was just happy to get what I wanted now.

“Hmmm...” Ben grinned lazily with his eyes still closed.

I was really riding him and it only took three minutes for him to reach his peak.

“Ah...ah...” his dick spasmed. I could feel him clinching my dick and his prostate was hard like a rock, and then he sighed in relief several seconds later.

“You've got to be kidding me... So soon?” I told him.

“I was horny...” he answered simply.

“So am I and you've been teasing me so long...” I moaned.

“Yes, and I'm doing that again,” he stuck his tongue out.

“Not going to work...” I kept on screwing him, “I want to finish myself off.”

“And I'm going back to sleep,” he giggled.

“Fuck you... Just watch me!” I pulled him up, but still locked onto him, and I laid down on the bed with him sitting on me. I like it...he looks sexy like that... His chest all exposed in front of my face and riding me like a cowboy.

“Ok ok ok...” Ben decided to cooperate. He held the side of my torso and began riding me.

“You're so hard to get today...asshole...” I groaned. Ben just smirked in return, enjoying torturing me.

I sat upright to face him and started kissing him while screwing him. It only took a couple minutes to fill his hole with my milk.

“That feels much better...” I sighed.

“It was fun... Yeah...” Ben kissed me, “I think you got me pregnant again.”

“I hope it'll be a gay boy,” I giggled, “Ok, I'm really tired out after all that pushing you into this,” I pulled him down under the covers and held him again. We fell asleep and I let go of him without realizing it, so I could have my spot on his bed. An hour later, Ben woke me up quickly and grabbed our undies to hide them under the blankets.

“Keep away from me as much as you can on the bed,” he whispered.

“Ok... Why?”

“Just do it... Now!” he flipped around to put his back at me. I heard a door clicking, so I jumped to do what he had told me.

“Benoît? Le souper...” (Benoît, the supper...) Mrs. Lemoureaux started to tell us, but cut herself off when she saw us. I couldn't see, but I could imagine her eyes fixating on us and wondering “what the hell?”

“Ok m'man, on sera en bas dans quelques minutes,” Ben mumbled. (Ok m'man, we'll be downstairs in a few minutes.)

“Ok...” she quietly closed the door. Oh shit...we've been caught!

“It's ok,” Ben told me since he could hear my heart pounding, “We'll see what she says once we get downstairs.”