Stepbrother

Chapter 38

What? "Uhhhmm.." My mouth fell open. Touch it?

"It's the same as touching me before, I'm just not wearing underwear," Jeremy said.

"Yeah.." I said, swallowing hard.

"Give me your hand," he said softly. I hesitated. "I won't hurt you." He laughed softly.

"I know." I gave him my hand. He took it where the back of my hand was in the palm of his hand. Slowly, he moved me over to his thigh.

"You're okay with this, right? I'm not force-"

"Shut up and do it already," I said. Jeremy smiled and moved my hand onto him. Jeremy bit his lip and my eyes widened. I felt him growing. "Aww." I smiled. He blushed.

"Don't 'aww' at me,"Jeremy said. He seemed to study my face before moving his hand, and mine. I stroked him and he smiled and let out a purr.

"Aww, Jer likey?" I asked. He nodded, his smile wide.

"Jer likey a lot," he said, rubbing his head against me, imitating a cat. He placed his lips on mine.

"What if we get caught?" I asked, pushing his lips off mine.

"You're stroking my dick. I doubt the kissing part will be what they care about," Jeremy said.

"Yeah, but I could just jerk my hand away, there's blankets in the way. They'll never know."

"I'm naked and hard," he pointed out. I shrugged and kissed him back. I noticed that his hand wasn't on my hand, it wasn't guiding mine anymore. My hand got still. "Don't stop." He pouted.

"Why?" I asked teasingly.

"It feels good!" Jeremy sighed. I started stroking him softly again. He purred again.

I tapped the tip. "Don't tease me!" he pouted. "That's not cool. It's already bad enough that you're playing with it," he sighed. I smiled and kissed him again. I climbed on top of him.

"Your boner is hitting me between the legs."

"He loves you," Jeremy answered, reconnecting our lips.

"KIDS! GET THE HELL UP!" Jeff yelled from downstairs. I sighed and slid out of the bed. Jeremy sat up and watched me.

"Get up, you heard the man," I said.

"I can't, I'm naked," he said.

"Oh yeah, fuck," I said, trying to hurry up. I grabbed a shirt and ran to the bathroom.

I shut the door and quickly changed shirts. When I opened the door, it didn't squeak like normal.

I saw Jeremy facing the other way, and he was still naked. I saw him begin to turn. "JEREMY!" I yelled, covering my eyes.

"FUCK!" he yelled. "I got distracted. I'm sorry."

"Distracted by what?" I said loudly.

"Uhhh.." he said. "I was looking out the window."

"Old naked man looking out the window," I said. "Great."

"I'm not old," he answered, sounding offended.

"You may only be sixteen but you look twenty-five because you have a beard," I said.

"Thanks," he said, sarcastically. "You can look now." I moved my hands and saw him in a pair of shorts. "I should just let you see my dick already." I looked at him strangely. "I'm getting tired of this." He waved his arms. "Every time one of us tries to change, the other one needs to get in that room."

"That's true."

He shrugged, "Wanna see my dick?"

I fidgeted. I like how he's so open about it, but that also scares me. "I... I don't know."

"It's okay. Think about it.." Jeremy nodded. I nodded.

"KIDS!" Jeff yelled, banging on our door. Jeremy slid a shirt over his head as I opened the door. "I said... I said get up!" he said, swaying.

"Dad it's 12:30. How are you already drunk?" Jeremy sighed. His dad nearly fell as he walked back down the stairs. Jeremy took a deep breath and leaned against the door. I walked up and hugged him.

We heard a loud bang from downstairs, and looked up before running down the stairs.

Jeff was throwing things in the living room. He saw Jeremy and he threw a lamp at him. Jeremy tried to dodge it, but the base of it hit him on the forehead. "OW!" Jeremy yelped. I grabbed his arm.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Go upstairs," Jeremy said, pushing me back.

"Jeremy, are-"

"I SAID GO UPSTAIRS," he yelled at me. My eyes widened and I ran upstairs.

I heard crashes and bangs from downstairs. I winced every time.

I started crying when I heard Jeremy scream.

Jeremy busted through the door, he closed it and locked it behind him. He looked at me on the bed. I wiped my tears. "I'm sorry," he whined.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'll be fine," hee said, looking down at a cut on his forearm. "I'm sorry I screamed at you," hee said, sitting down next to me.

"It's fine."

"No, it's really not. I shouldn't have screamed at you," Jeremy said, wrapping an arm around me.

"You did it to protect me," I said. "Thank you. If you hadn't have yelled I wouldn't have came up here."

"I still feel bad for yelling at you," Jeremy said. I leaned into his chest. His hair was messed up, I guess from something that happened downstairs, and he had a couple of scrapes and two or three bruises. The lamp had left a light bruise on his forehead. I traced a finger across it. "I don't mean to be a baby, but that hurts really bad. Please stop before I cry." I smiled softly and pulled my finger away. I went to kiss him but he pushed me back. "Look," he said, pulling his lower lip down. I saw blood running out of small bite marks. "I bit it when he tripped me."

"I want some blood," I said, kissing him. The metallic taste of blood reached my tongue once I slid it in his mouth.

"Stop drinking my blood," Jeremy said. "I need that." I smiled and leaned into his chest again.

"You shouldn't bite your lip so often. Maybe you wouldn't bleed," I said. "But it's hot when you do it.."

"Thank you," he said, tightening his arms around my waist. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Okay," I nodded. He kissed my forehead and walked to the bathroom.

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"It's hot in here. Can I finish up in there?" Jeremy called through the door.

"Yeah," I said, looking up.

Jeremy opened the door and I nearly fell off the bed.