My Future Stepbrother

Chapter 112

I lay in Chads bed, bawling like a baby as the end credits roll. The damn Notebook.

Chads holding my head hard to his chest and I know it’s because he doesn’t want me to turn around and see the tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I got you, didn’t I?” I taunt, as I peel myself from his grasp.

He rubs his hands down his face. “Fuck.... yeah okay, you got me. But you’d have to be a monster not to cry at that!”

I chuckle, burying myself back down into the crook of his neck as he kisses the top of my head gently.

“Can we make the next one something a little less soul destroying please? Something where the main guy dies in a sword fight to the death instead? Or throws himself off a building to save the woman he loves or something? That’s how I’d want to go, all heroic, with panties crawling off every woman there wishing I was dying for them. Sounds good.”

I laugh and look back to him. “Seriously? So not old and grey in a bed with the woman you love but your body hitting the floor with such impact it causes some kind of weird mass orgasm to the women around? Why would I expect anything less than that with you..”

He quickly kisses the side of my face before looking into my eyes. “Guess it depends on the woman I’m getting old and grey with...”

We stop and stare for a moment. I can’t help it, I really try not to but my lips quickly flash to his lips. They’re pink and plump. I can see the slight indent in the bottom one where he likes to chew it as he concentrates.

Fuck, I’ve been looking at it too long.

I look back up to his eyes but I see his are now glued to my lips now too. I bite my bottom one nervously and I can almost see the fire that erupts within him, the hand he has on my back presses a little more firmly and forces my hips into him.

We just look at each other before I feel him force himself to pull back and regain his composed state. The tension still so thick I could almost drink it.

“I’ll be right back.” He slides out from under me so quick my head flops to the pillow, before he steps out of the room to the bathroom.

Fuck. What am I doing? If he’d stared at me for five seconds longer I would have kissed him, I know I would have. Is that even what I want?

I grab the remote and flick through the films. I smile when I remember what Chad said about sword fights and come across The Legend of Zorro in the classic movies list.

I turn over to face away from the door and press play, maybe not actually facing him again tonight would prevent that feeling from returning.

A few minutes later Chad walks back in and lays down on his side behind me, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me closer until my butt is against his hips. He always seemed to like it when we sleep like this... can’t imagine why...

“Zorro, really?” He laughs realising what’s playing on the TV.

“Well there’s sword fights, a half naked woman in distress for you and Antonio what’s-his-face, with that damn delectable accent, for me.” 

He sniggers behind my head and I feel his breath ricochet off the back of my neck, sending a shiver straight through me to my core.

“You and those damn accents again.” He lifts his head from the pillow and leans over, his lips just grazing my ear as he speaks in a hushed whisper.

“Te quiero no solo por como eres, sino por como soy yo cuando estoy contigo.Amar es encontrar en la felicidad de otro la propia felicidad. Cuando era niño soñaba con conquistar el mundo, ahora me doy cuenta que tú eres mí mundo y me has conquistado.”
*Translation* I love you not only because of the way you are, but because of the way I am when I am with you. Loving is finding in someone else’s happiness our own. When I was a kid I dreamed of conquering the world, now I realize that you’re my world and you have conquered me.

I think I just came.

His deep husky voice sends every nerve in my body into a quivering state of bliss and I want to arch into the touch of his lips against my skin.

“What did it mean?” I ask, as my voice tries not expose the effect his words have just had on me.

His lips brush gently against my ear before they’re pulled away. “Now that would be telling senorita..” I feel his head go back to the pillow behind me and the pooling between my legs doesn’t seem to want to stop.

Fuck me.

Well not really... Or maybe?

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We lay there watching the film. I’m too afraid to move or the wetness between my legs may spill out of my pyjama shorts and embarrass me further. Just what I fucking need right now.

I know I wasn’t the only one affected. After his words Chad seemed to move his bottom half uncomfortably far away from me for ten minutes, until I’m assuming it was safe for his hips to move closer without anything poking me in the back.

Chad’s hand is its it usual spot, just under the edge of my pyjama top gently tickling the skin of my hip.

I can feel my eyes growing heavier as the film starts to draw to a close, we weren’t usually up this late when there’s still school tomorrow but something about his touch tonight won’t let me rest. I let them float closed...

...His hand falls to my lower stomach as he pulls me in closer, sensing I’m about the drift off. His fingertips continue to caress my skin in an area his touch has never been before.

The sensation fills me. I don’t know if it’s the way he spoke, the way he’s touching me or a combination of all the ways he’s been there for me finally coming to the surface but I don’t have any control as the feeling overtakes me. Cold bumps rise on my skin and my breath hitches, I can’t stop it, suddenly without meaning to...

I moan.

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