𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑂𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 - 𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑦 / 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑏𝑟𝑜!𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 + 𝟏𝟖

𝐼 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐵𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙 (𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝐵𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠?)

𝐈t's a lazy Saturday afternoon and you find yourself at home alone, which is always nice. Your mom and stepdad left on some overnight gambling trip leaving you and your dorky stepbrother home. Dorky might be a little harsh you think. Leon's sort of corny but in that endearing kind of way.

He tries so hard to be a doting little brother that you've developed a soft spot for him. It also doesn't hurt that he's probably the hottest guy you've ever seen in your life. It's funny to you that for him to be so much bigger than you, you're the eldest. You sigh out loud, mentally picturing your younger, tall, buff stepbrother; he doesn't make it easy.

Once he and his dad moved in with you and your mom, you both ended up going to the same high school. Since you're only a few years older, you and your friends used to tease the cute little brother you inherited with your mom's new marriage.

Leon was a good sport about it when you look back on those times, he let you drag him everywhere; he even let you use him as a guinea pig for your lipgloss or nail polish testing. He'd sit on your bed while listening to the radio as you painted his nails whatever fun color you wanted to test out, not wanting to use your own cause where's the fun in that?

You frown to yourself; you used to hang out with Leon a lot until you graduated. Now with a few years of college under your belt, taking online courses while working a part time job, you don't really see him as much anymore. Your parents think it's the best thing for you to stay at home, not wanting you to struggle when earning your degree, so at least you get to see Leon from time to time.

Speak of the devil, you can see from the couch as Leon comes through the front door, kicking his shoes off before he even notices you lounging in the living room.

You watch with a little smile as you see him get flustered at what you're wearing; it's nothing too crazy, but the shorts ride a little high and your shirt's so thin that you can nearly see your nipples. If you needed, you could argue that you're relaxing at home so it's no biggie.

Also you just love to tease Leon. He's so sweet to you that it kind of makes you want to pick on'em just a little bit.

"Welcome home," you smile up at him as he walks closer to the couch.

"Thanks," cheeks pink as he shyly replies, "you just hanging out here today?"

You hum in agreement and bring your legs up to criss cross them, patting the couch cushion next to you. "Wanna join me?"

His eyes dart nervously to you then back to the spot before he nods.

"Sure."

He sits down but you shift until you're sitting side by side, thighs nearly brushing. You practically drape yourself on his arm as you throw your legs across his lap.

You hear him gasp a little as his posture stiffens. Smiling to yourself, you walk your fingers down his thick bicep to his forearm.

"What'd you get up to today, little bro?"

He shivers and clears his throat, "O-oh uh s-some of the guys wanted to c-chill."

His little friends used to come all the time, and would always hit on you. You sort of egged it on just because it ticked Leon off. The last time they dropped by, the suave one, Luis, tried his damndest to get you to go out with him. You hammed it up with giggling and touching his arm, but really just kept it up for Leon.

Once Leon actually saw what was going on, he grabbed you and tossed you over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He walked to your room and dropped you down onto the bed.

"Don't talk to Luis," Leon's blue eyes narrowed at you, "he's bad news."

You raised up to sit crossed legged on your bed ignoring the wetness pooling in your panties.