Stepbrother

Chapter 43

"I said yes," I repeated.

"I didn't ask a question," Jeremy replied.

"I'll be your girlfriend," I said. Jeremy's face broke out into a smile.

"I wanna scream," he said happily. "You're serious, right..?"

"Yes," I laughed softly. He pulled me on top of him and pushed his lips to mine.

"I fucking love you," he breathed.

"I love you too," I laughed. He kissed down my neck, stopping at my collarbone.

"This thing gets in the way," he whined, tugging at my shirt. He slid his tongue back in my mouth.

Jeremy started playing with the waistband of my shorts. I didn't stop him, so he slid them off. He kissed above my underwear with a smirk before moving back up to my face.

His tongue slid back into my mouth as he pressed his crotch against mine with a slight moan. I slid my hand down his thigh and he moaned louder.

Jeremy flipped us over and started playing with the end of my shirt. He started lifting it up.

I stopped him once it got to my mid-stomach. "I'm not wearing a bra," I said. Jeremy smirked. "No." He sighed and nodded. He played with the waistband of my panties. "No."

"Kay, fine." He shrugged, kissing my nose.

"I think I might throw up," I groaned. He gave me a weird look.

"Don't throw up in here," Jeremy said, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom.

I sat down next to the toilet and pulled my legs up to my chest. "I feel like shit."

"I feel like shit because you feel like shit," Jeremy sighed, pulling on a pair of underwear before sitting next to me.

"Aw, you're sweet," I groaned.

"I know," he said, moving me forward and moving over behind me. I was now between his legs, with my back on his stomach. He rested his hands on my thighs.

"I'm gonna throw up," I groaned again.

"I know you're in pain but Henry doesn't know what pain is."

"He's about to learn!" I said, balling my fist.

"Don't hit me in the nuts, please," Jeremy whined.

"You're jabbing me in the back," I sighed.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, moving my back and his boner away from each other. "He always picks bad times to interrupt."

My stomach started feeling weirder. I jumped forward and grabbed the bowl just as I started to feel everything coming up. Jeremy pulled back my hair as I puked.

I felt Jeremy put my hair up in a ponytail and then walk off. That fucking jerk. Where is he going?

I got done and flushed the toilet. I was outraged that Jeremy had just left me here throwing up my guts.

I walked up to the mirror and cringed. I washed my mouth off and turned around to see Jeremy in the doorway. "Where the hell did you-"

"I made you some tea," he said, offering me a glass. I smiled slightly.

"Aww, thank you," I said, taking the glass.

"I don't just suck at making tea, I made it weak on purpose," he said.

"So I wouldn't throw up again?"

"Yeah," he nodded. I smiled and leaned against his chest.

"I thought you just walked out."

"Well, I kinda did."

"I thought you were like in the bed on your phone or something."

"No. I love you too much to do that." He kissed my forehead. Jeremy's phone started ringing. "I have no friends, what is this madness?" he sighed, walking to get it. "Hey."

I drank the tea. Other than the fact that it was weak, it was really good.

"Oh, Lendzie's sick. Get back to class before you get caught," Jeremy said, hanging up. "Neil," he said, throwing his phone onto the bed. "He wanted to know why we weren't at school."

"He cares..?"

"Probably not.." Jeremy laughed, wrapping his arms around me.

-

Jeremy ran a finger up and down my thigh. "Where are my shorts?!" I had forgotten about them. We were laying down on top of the bed.

"Nooo!" Jeremy whined, pulling me to him.

"Jeremy!" I said, struggling in his grip.

"Please?" he begged. "You're hot," he said, tracing his finger down my thigh again.

"Fine," I said, stuttering self-consciously.

"If you want to put your-"

"You're such a gentleman, please stop," I sighed. He shrugged and kissed me softly.

"I just love you and don't want to make you uncomfortable," he whispered, hovering his lips above mine. Jeremy slid his underwear off and threw them in the floor.

Jeremy grabbed my hand and led it downward. My palm became sweaty as he rested my hand on his upper leg. "God, I need to stop before I just go crazy," Jeremy laughed softly.

I heard banging on the front door. Jeremy fell out of the bed. "What the fuck?!" he yelled, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the door.

"Thanks for bringing me!" I said sarcastically as we ran down the stairs.

Jeremy opened the door, and Neil jumped and put a hand over his face. "Damn, dude!" Neil said loudly.

"Fuck," Jeremy said, covering himself and walking up the stairs. "I h-hate my life," he mumbled.

"Shit.." I pulled my shirt down as far as it could go.

"No, you're fine," Neil winked. I blushed furiously and stepped to the side to let him in. "Here," Neil said, taking off his shirt and handing it to me. I looked at him confused. He quickly grabbed it from me and wrapped it around me, which made me blush. Kevin ran up the walkway and bent over at the door panting.

"You... bitch," Kevin panted. Neil laughed and dragged him inside, shutting the door behind him. "Why are you shirtless?"

Neil pointed at me. "Why are you pantless?" Kevin asked.

"Long story.." I shrugged. Neil winked and I blushed. Jeremy ran down the stairs and threw me a pair of shorts. "Thanks," I nodded, running to the kitchen.

I came out and Jeremy was red faced and Neil was smirking, Kevin had a wide grin on his face. I handed Neil his shirt back, which he put on.

"Dude her ass was on that," Kevin said. Jeremy slapped him on the cheek. "Damn, dude!"

"Don't talk like that," Jeremy crossed his arms.

"Did Lendzie call you small or somethin?" Kevin laughed. Jeremy slapped him again, except with much less force. "Damn, stop."

"Shut the hell up," Jeremy grumbled.

"Anyway, I gotta go learn this song on guitar by tomorrow. Bye!" Kevin shouted, running out.

We all ran upstairs. "I gotta shit.." Jeremy sighed, walking into the bathroom.

Neil slammed me into the wall.