Really? // Stenbrough

Chapter 33

There's some sexual stuff in this chapter. I'm sorry. yeet

Bills PoV

It has now been a month since my dad has been home. I still haven't talked to him. Family dinners are awkward and he has been trying to talk to me. I clearly haven't let him. My mom asked me once why I won't talk to him, I told her it's 'because I know why he left', she hasn't talked about it since. I'm not sure if she knows that I know, or if she is just letting me be. I don't really care.

My dad is down in the living room playing with Georgie and my mom is down in the basement working, so I told Stan to come over. I heard the door bell ring and I raced to get it. I let Stan in and he took of his shoes and coat before I grabbed his wrist and quickly dragged him upstairs.

Once we entered my room, I locked the door behind us and took off my shirt before I smashed my lips against Stan's. He was surprised at first but kissed back. I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. Stan placed his hands on my ass, squeezing it, as he backed me against the wall. I moaned against his lips which gave him the opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth. Stan started grinding against my crotch, making me hard.

I disconnected my hand for a second to point behind me.

Stan got my idea and moved us onto my bed. He roughly placed me down, which I quite liked, and straddled me on his knees as he took off his shirt. I slid off my sweatpants and unbuttoned Stan's jeans as well.

Stan reconnected our lips and continued to grind on me. I placed my hands on his ass, pushing his crotch fully against mine. Making sure he felt how hard I was, I also got to know how his member is feeling. I pushed him up with my hips so I could take off my boxers. I saw Stan stare at me so I pulled his hair back, reconnecting our lips. I played with the hem of his boxers, he got my intention and took his underwear off.

He began sucking my kissing spot, the area on my jaw line right below my left ear. I moaned out in pleasure. I was feeling it. I took his one hand off of my thigh and brought it up to my face, taking three of his fingers and sucking on them. Stan leaned back and looked at me confused.

"What are you doing?" He panted.

I took his fingers out for a second to answer before putting them back in. "Getting ready for prepping."

His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "For what?"

"Sex." I said clearly.

His eyes widened. "No, I don't want to."

"Yeah? Well I do."

I put my legs up and wrapped them around Stan's torso, his dick right in line with my hole.

"I'm not ready Bill, I don't want to." He said quietly. He tried to unhook my legs from him but I just tightened them.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't be a pussy."

I began pushing myself against Stan, trying to get him in me, not even bothering with the preparation, but he quickly backed away and took my legs off of him.

"What the hell Stan?" I yelled, sitting up on my bed.

He stood up and began putting on his boxers. "I'm not ready Bill, I don't want to have sex yet." He muttered.

I rolled my eyes again. "Don't be such a baby."

"Why do you even want to have sex right now?" He asked looking at me.