My Stepbrother: secret possession

You Are Sunlight Through A Window, Which I Stand In, Warmed. My Darling

Standing by his bedroom door in my purple shorts and cropped hoodie, I inquire, "What are you writing?"

Leigh lies on the bed on his stomach, shirtless, with a pen between his lips. His untidy bedroom hair completes the captivating look.

He turns towards me, a smile playing on his lips as his eyes sweep over me before he responds, "Homework."

"Can I join?" I shrug, trying to conceal my excitement.

I hope he agrees, as I'm feeling bored at the moment.

"Of course, but only if we're actually doing homework," he clarifies.

My delight at his response is evident, and I promptly join him on the bed, lying beside him with my head resting on his shoulder.

"What's the assignment?" I ask, intrigued.

That's when he decides to close the notebook and set it aside. "Do you really think I'll just lie here with you and do nothing but homework? No way. Especially when you're wearing those sexy shorts," he says, biting his lip, before playfully spinning me around and hovering over me.

"Leigh," I call out as his fingers start tickling me.

"What? Until you apologize," he suggests.

"But I didn't do anything," I continue to scream with laughter, unable to withstand the sensation of Leigh's fingers on my skin.

"Fine with me, we'll keep going until someone walks through that door," Leigh insists.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry," I vocalize, my eyes moist from the intensity of the laughter.

Leigh suspends his attack and nibbles my smiling lip between his. He smells divine, and I find myself pulling his muscular back closer to me as our lips move together. I don't think I'll ever get enough of his taste; even when I have him, I still yearn for more.

Leigh lies on his back, pulling me along with him, my head resting on his chest and my fingers slowly tracing his perfect torso.

"Tell me about your day," he asks, gently caressing my hair.

"After the first two boring periods, when you showed up with my tea and brightened my morning, then the janitor's encounter, and our usual lunch where you didn't let me finish your 'quote of the day.' Then our ride back here. Oh, and the person who was behind me in PE is now ahead of me again, so I'm last. I can't even begin to tell your dad. He was so proud of me last week," I giggle.

"I could teach you how to swim, you know?" he suggests.

"Where?" I inquire.

"We have a pool in this house, or maybe at the leisure centre," he suggests.

"It's too risky; someone might catch us," I tell him.

"What's wrong with people seeing us swimming? I'm teaching my baby sister how to swim," Leigh shoots me a mischievous grin.

His words jolt me, and I immediately sit up, reminding him, "I'm not your sister, you know, right?" The grin on his face is swiftly replaced with a pensive sadness.

"I know, Ava," he murmurs.

Without a word, I swallow and lean back against his shoulder. There's a silence between us, not tense but not comforting either, the kind of silence where only our breaths are audible.

"What are you thinking about?" his deep voice emerges after a while.

"Nothing. I was just contemplating the sudden quietness," I honestly articulate.