My New Step-Brother (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 13

Devon's POV

It seems like this really is becoming a common thing, because here I am; being woken up by Kate with my body wrapped in Benji's arms, again. Only this time, beneath these sheets and quilt, Benji and I are naked. I could only imagine what would happen if Kate pulled the covers off of us. I shudder at the thought, and decide to tune into what she's saying.

"C'mon! Get up, it's time to get ready so we can go to Florida! And when we get there you guys can check out all the hot ladies, and go swimming until 3:00 in the morning, and maybe even go to some parties! But none of that will happen if we miss the flight!" Kate was yelling, shaking our shoulders. I sat up, and made sure that the covers were doing their job of covering me before rubbing my eyes.

"Thanks Katie. I'll get him up, you go get ready." I said, running my hand through my hair.

"Alrighty. Meet your Father and I downstairs in 20 minutes. Don't be late!" She chided, then left the room; closing the door on her way out.

"Is she gone?" Benji muttered, his voice muffled because his face is buried in the mattress.

"Yup. The coast is clear." I confirmed, and less than a second later Benji was kissing me sweetly as if to say good morning.

"How did you sleep?" Benji asked, as we were getting dressed. I tried to fight the urge to just stare at his body while he got dressed, but ultimately failed.

"I slept wonderfully. You?" I asked, pulling my shirt over my head.

"Spectacular." He answered, looking in my mirror that hangs on the wall and running a comb through his hair. I smile, and quickly snap a picture with my phone. Benji notices, though he does nothing but glare.

"I love your hair." I mentioned, walking over to him and grasping his silky black hair in my fingers.

"Do you think it's getting too long? I feel like it's time to cut it." Benji responded, turning so that he is facing me.

"Maybe a trim, but that's it." I shrugged. He nodded and grabbed my ass before we both made our way downstairs. I carried my suitcase and he did the same with his own.

"Wow, you guys are early for once." Dad commented, siping his coffee and setting down the newspaper to look at us.

"Don't say it like that. Then it sounds like we're always late." Benji grumbled, getting a coffee mug and preparing a cup of coffee.

"You both are. Most of the time, anyway." Dad chuckled, folding up the newspaper and setting it to the side.

"Yes, but there's a difference in being late, and being fashionably late." Benji corrected, taking a small sip of the coffee before handing the mug to me. "For you." He smiled, then went on to making his own.

"You guys are cute. And Benji, stop trying to sound like you know what you're talking about." Dad sighed, standing up and placing his empty mug in the sink. He grabbed the two suitcases that belong to Benji and I, then took them out to the car for us.

"Did he just call us cute?" I asked, sipping my coffee. Benji smiled in amusement before sitting at the table.

"Yup. Sure did." Benji answered looking up at me with his stunning blue eyes.

"Alrighty then." I said, sitting beside Ben. "So, how do you feel about me trimming your hair for you now?" I asked, watching his facial expression intently. He didn't seem phased by the question, thankfully.

"Okay. Do you know what you're doing?" He clarified with a raised eyebrow.

"Yup. Do you really think my dad is the one that cuts my hair?" I asked, smirking. Benji chuckled, which soon turned into a fit of laughter. He was clutching his stomach and wiping tears from his eyes all at the same time.