Mess With My Stepbrother

Chapter 5

He turns off the flashlight, plunging us into darkness. I'm aware of every inch of him, so close to me, our bodies mere inches apart. Then, not even that. My back is plastered to his front. His bare leg drapes over mine.

My senses are on high alert, my skin tingling. This is beyond anything I ever imagined. "Ethan?" I whisper softly, hoping he'll answer. Dreading it, too.

His breath is hot on the back of my neck, his voice is rough, as if he's not entirely comfortable, either. "Yes?"

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I ask quietly, afraid to break the spell and ruin the moment.

He hesitates for a second, considering his words carefully.

"It seems like a good idea to me. You aren't cold anymore, are you?"

"Nope." Definitely not. My skin feels like it's on fire from a full-body blush and there's a tingling sensation down below that would have me slipping a hand into my panties if I were alone.

As we lay there, pressed close in the dark, the silence grows more intense with each passing minute. The rain outside creates a sort of soundtrack for our stillness, the patter of raindrops on the tent serving as a reminder of our isolation. I clear my throat, trying to break the tension. "So, uh, how's school going?"

"It's okay," he replies. "I'm moving back home as soon as I graduate in the spring."

That's news. "You are?"

"Yeah. I've missed you. I need to be closer." His hand creeps around my waist, pulling me in closer, as if that's even possible. I hold my breath and act like I don't feel the hardness nestled against the curve of my ass. That's... well it can't be what I think it is. Then it twitches and I bite back a whimper. I may be inexperienced, but I've read enough stories and even seen porn a time or two. Ethan's hard and he's pressed so tight against me a sheet of paper couldn't slip between us.

"You mean you miss Dad and Sarah?"

He nods and his jaw stubble scratches the curve of my neck. My whole body goes tight, goosebumps are everywhere, and if he moves his arm up a couple of inches, he's going to know my nipples just went hard enough to cut glass. "Them, too." He leans up on his arm, looking down at me. "How about yours?"

"How about my what?" Being this close to him is making me stupid. I glance up at him and can barely make out a smirk as lightning lights up the tent again before plunging us back into darkness.

"School, Bookworm. How's school going?" His thumb's tracing a lazy circle around my belly button. I didn't even notice when his hand dropped lower. My breath hitches in my throat. His hand is sprawled across my stomach. Another inch and his pinky is going to touch my panties.

Another inch and I'm going to explode. Every part of me wants him to move his hand lower, to give in to the urge that's building between us. It's almost unbearable. He's got to know what's he's doing. "School's fine," I finally manage to say, my voice a husky whisper. "It's just community college, so not much different than high school. I'm thinking about moving out soon."

"Are you dating anyone?" he asks, his voice rumbling softly through my bones.

I swallow hard, deciding whether to lie or tell the truth. "Well, there's this guy named John who keeps asking me out, but I haven't decided yet."

"Have you gone out with him?"

"No, I haven't." I sigh, wondering why this conversation is happening. We're so close together, it's strange talking about other people.

"What about you?" I ask, curious about his love life. I hope it doesn't come off as nosy, but the darkness seems to lend itself to deeper questions.

"There's only ever been one girl for me, Bookworm." He whispers, his breath brushing against my cheek. He's lying here, pressed up against me with both of us nearly naked,telling me about some girl he has the hots for.

Instantly, I'm sick with jealousy. My heart threatens to burst through my ribcage as I try to shove myself away from him. There's nowhere to go, which makes me madder. "Who is she?" Great. Now I sound like a jealous asshole. "Do I know her?"

"You do. I'd even say you were intimately acquainted." His fingers dance across my stomach, his touch light, teasing. My body reacts instinctively, pressing back against him. Then common-sense kicks in and my hand presses over top of his much larger one, stopping his movements.

"Well? Who is she?"

"You really don't know?" His tone is teasing, just like his fingers. "It's you, Bookworm." He whispers the words directly into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I freeze, processing his words, trying to understand how he could possibly mean me. But he does.

"Me?" I ask, incredulously. He can’t be serious.

"Yes, you. Always, you." He whispers, his lips brushing against my earlobe. My body melts, all thought forgotten as he continues. "I've wanted you for years. You drive me insane."

The confession leaves me speechless, my mouth agape. "You can't mean that." Now I'm sure I’m having a dream. It has to be. And if it is, I'm at least going to see where it goes before my alarm goes off. I bite my lip and guide his hand into my panties before I lose my nerve.