Stepbrother

Chapter 20

"Hey, Lendzie..." Jeremy whispered. I opened my eyes and blinked at him.

"What could be so important at.." I glanced at the clock, "2:30 am?" He sighed.

"It's just.." Jeremy glanced around the room. "I can't sleep."

"That's not my problem. Go find some NyQuil," I sighed. Jeremy's face dropped. "What..?"

"Could I lay with you...?" he asked shyly. My eyes widened slightly.

"Um.. I guess," I said, moving over. He smiled and got in next to me. My bed wasn't really big enough for two people, but we could both fit. He was pressed against me, it was a bit awkward, but the warmth was nice.

I looked up at him, just as he looked down at me. "I like your face," he smiled. I rolled my eyes and pulled one of his chest hairs. "Oww! Fuckkk!" he cried out. I smiled. He sighed and rolled his eyes, rubbing his hand across his chest.

"Ha-ha," I said. Jeremy sighed and leaned his head on mine. I shivered nervously.

"Cold?" Jeremy asked.

"No," I replied. He lifted his head from off of mine.

"I still like your face.." Jeremy mumbled.

I stared at him. "What's that even supposed to mean?"

"Your face is pretty," Jeremy said.

"So just my face is pretty?" I asked.

Jeremy lifted up the blankets and looked down. "The rest is decent," he nodded. I smacked his hand and made him drop the blankets. "Hey!" he sighed.

"Stop looking at me, you weirdo," I sighed. It's amazing how comfortable I am with him, this kind of relationship has never happened to me before.

"I'm not a weirdo," Jeremy said. "I just like your face."

"Well, stop staring at me," I sighed. Jeremy shook his head and threw a leg over my hip, moving closer to me. "W-what.. are you doing..?" I asked nervously.

"Nothing," he replied quickly. Wait..

"A-are you hard...?" I asked.

Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at me. "No."

"Oh.." I said quietly.

"Why?" he asked.

"Umm.." I stuttered. "N-no reason."

"No, tell me," Jeremy said, looking down at me.

"No.. t-there's no reason," I said.

"Yes, there is. I know you're lying. You stutter when you're nervous," Jeremy said. I was quiet. "Just tell me, god!"

"I can feel it," I whispered.

"It?" he asked.

"I can feel your dick!" I yell-whispered.

"What?" he yelled, blushing. "I-I didn't know..." he whispered, attempting to back away. Some part of me didn't want him to back away, but another part knew it was only right. "I'm not even hard.. I don't.." He trailed off.

Yeah, you're just big. I blushed at my thought.

"What?" he asked, looking down at me.

"What?" I looked up at him.

"Why are you blushing?"

"Umm.." I began. "I dunno, Jeremy, take a wild guess. Hmm.. I just felt your dick. That's probably why!" I lied.