My Step-Brother Is A Stripper || Larry Stylinson

15- i need a favour

"Shit," Harry moaned as Louis ran his tongue over his cock once more. Harry put his hand through the older's hair and held his head still as he brought his pelvis closer and closer to Louis, who caught his erection and let Harry go deeper and deeper

Harry moaned as he felt his cock touch the back of Louis's throat, and he moved his pelvis back and forth, thus fucking the guy's mouth. He moaned and came directly into Louis's throat, who swallowed without saying anything.

Harry woke abruptly, with a moan and a hard-on in his trousers. He grunted and turned to Louis's bed, sighing in happiness when he saw that the bed was empty.

It was the third time he had such dreams about Louis. What was his problem! Why would he have wet dreams about Louis? All of that made no sense.

Harry got out of bed and went to the bathroom so he could take a cold shower and settle his little problem.

It was ten in the morning when he entered the bathroom, and it was ten-thirty when he came out, washed and dressed, and got into the living room, where he found Louis talking to Gemma and Mark talking to his mother about him.

Harry snorted at Louis stealthily, then went to sit on one of the armchairs that were in the living room "Morning Harry" Louis greeted him, raising his hand and waving it.

"Hello," replied the hedgehog in a monotonous and cold tone. Louis frowned and looked almost sad at Harry's distant tone.

"Haz, we've decided that in a few hours we'll all go out together and go to a restaurant, so we can all be together" Gemma told him.

Harry shrugged and nodded, trying not to look at Louis. "Okay," he replied.

Louis frowned, confused by the boy's strange behavior. 'Maybe he's angry about the gift' thought Louis 'maybe he didn't like it. God, I shouldn't have given it to him!'

Louis continued talking to Gemma, and once he finished, the two boys went up to their room so they could dress appropriately for a restaurant. "Harry?" Louis called, closing the door to the room behind him.

Harry turned to Louis, and nodded "What?" he asked him.

"No nothing, just..." Louis shrugged and let out a small sigh "Are you, like, mad at me, or something? You didn't want the gift? You don't like the colors? I can go change them if you want, or- "

"Okay, calm down" Harry interrupted him "and no, it's not about the gift, and I like nail polish, it's not about that" he replied "don't worry, it's not about you" sort of.

Louis sighed and a small smile appeared on his face "ok then, perfect" he said taking off his shirt.

Harry looked down at Louis' body, swallowed a lump of saliva and turned away, looking down. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Harry asked himself quietly.

Louis looked at Harry confused by his behavior that was being strange that day, but he shrugged and didn't care that much.

At one o'clock the whole family left the house and they all went together to the restaurant they were talking about earlier in Mark's car.

They arrived at the restaurant shortly after, and the waitress ushered them all to a table facing the street. "Okay, let's sit Harry and Louis next to each other, Mark and I next to each other, and Gemma at the head of the table," Anne said.

Everyone nodded and took their places. Harry began to think about the reason for those dreams. They didn't make any sense. Plus it was wrong in every way. First of all, Louis is a boy, and Harry is a boy too, and it's no good. Plus, Louis is basically his stepbrother, it's not normal to have erotic dreams about your stepbrother.