Stepbrother

Chapter 29

Jeremy pushed me over to where he was on top of me. He pulled away quickly after. "I'm sorry," he laughed.

"For what?" I asked. He just smiled and climbed off of me. "Answer my question!"

"I just said I wanted to be your brother. Brothers don't kiss their sisters," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. "They don't do this either, but we'll have to make an exception."

We laid in silence for a while. "God you're so hot," he whispered. I blushed slightly. He climbed over me again. He leaned in but stopped himself centimeters from my lips. "Damnit." He sighed. "I... I can't.." He sat up on top of me.

"Would you rather be my brother or.." I trailed off.

"Right now, I don't know." He sighed, biting his lip, deep in thought. I couldn't take it. He's just so dang beautiful when he bites his lip.

I grabbed his shirt and yanked him down on top of me. His eyes widened as I kissed him.

Eventually, he relaxed and I felt him kissing back. We both pushed away at the same time.

"You were just so cute.." I sighed. He blushed slightly.

"Thank you," he whispered, shifting off of me awkwardly. I went to cuddle in his chest, but he pushed me away. "Not right now.." I gave him a confused look. "The kiss and you called me cute and when we cuddled and..." He sighed and trailed off.

"Awww," I cooed. He blushed bright red. "Stop blushing!" I smirked.

"I.." he began, moving around awkwardly.

"Shhh. It's okay," I smiled, moving closer to him.

"You're not helping," he said, swallowing hard.

"I know," I laughed softly.

"My jeans are hurting me," he whispered softly, pain in his voice.

"Maybe your jeans shouldn't be so fucking tight," I laughed. He gave me a look. "Take them off then, idiot." He shifted around and eventually I heard his jeans hit the floor.

We laid in an awkward silence for a while. "You're just really hot..." Jeremy whispered.

"Uhh... thanks," I answered. He laughed softly and wrapped his arm around me.

"You're welcome. So I hear Mrs. Cade is being a bitch lately?"

"Yeah. She threatened to email my mom.. Which my mom doesn't check her email and I know how to hack into my moms email... so.." I shrugged.

"Yeah. My dad never answers his phone. I usually have to call my uncle but he doesn't even really care," Jeremy said, tickling my ear with his breath.

"We're gonna get kicked out of school by the end of the semester, aren't we?" I laughed.

"It's almost impossible to get kicked out of Marion, but watch us do it," he nodded, laughing. "Kevin almost got kicked out last year."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He tripped a teacher and she busted her lip open," Jeremy replied. "But she was being a bitch.. so."

"That is definitely something that he'd do," I laughed.

"Yup," Jeremy yawned. "I'm sleepy. Tomorrow's Friday, right?"

"Yeah.." I nodded.

"Good. I'm ready to sleep all freaking day."

"My mom asked us to go to the store on Sunday," I sighed.

"That's bull-crap!" he said.

"And we have to get there and get home before noon." I sighed. "We have to get up at like 7:30."

"Whyyy?" he groaned.

"So we can get back before the church crowd gets there, duh." I sighed again. Jeremy pulled himself closer to me. "Oh you calmed down, huh?"

"Yeah," he replied. "And I don't see why I have to go with you."

"We can get it done faster. Not really. I just don't wanna do it alone."

"I'm not going," he decided.

"Yes, you are," I nodded. "You have to."

"No, I don't." He shook his head.

"Yes. You. Do!" I said. He groaned and leaned his head on mine. "Stop breathing down my neck," I sighed. He opened his mouth and let out a long, hot, breath. "Ah, you jerk."

"I know I'm your favorite." He smiled against my neck.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, okay," I said. "Sure."

"What, do you not like me?!" he asked, pain and sadness in his voice.

"No. I hate you. You're my least favorite," I nodded.

"But... why?" he asked, lifting his head. I looked at him and saw that his eyes were filled with pain and fake tears.

"Because you're a little emo bitch," I said, mimicking Ginger.

He sighed, his face twisting up as if he was expecting a punch to the face. I laughed softly. He smiled and kissed my cheek. I blushed and his smile widened. "Stop blushing."

"Stop smiling," I replied.

"Shhhh. I'll smile all I want," he said.

"I'll blush all I want," I said, putting my head back down. He leaned his head back against mine. "I'm tired," I said, he nodded in agreement.

He reached over and turned the lamp off.

"Night," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said.