Big Book of Smut 2

Discovering Stepbrother’s Secret

“Hey Lindsay, how’s it going?”

I looked up from the couch where I was watching television, to see my brother standing in the doorway.

“Hi Zack, I wasn’t expecting you home this early.”

I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach. My brother had just come home from college this past weekend, and before that I hadn’t seen him in over five months. It was nice to see his smiling face again.

“Yeah, Billy had to work, and all my other friends are busy.”

Not only did I miss having him around, I also missed checking out his fantastic body. He went to college on a swimming scholarship, and had the physique to match. Tall and lean, his body was muscular with broad shoulders, but not over the top like a body-builder. Add to that his tousled blonde hair and friendly smile, and he was definitely easy on the eyes. The girls certainly kept him busy his last two years of high school, and I was looking forward to finding out how his social life fared in his freshman year of college.

I wanted to know not only because I was curious about him, but also because I was starting college in the fall, and wanted to know what was ahead of me. Being eighteen and a cheerleader, I had plenty of boys interested in me, but I was looking forward to meeting some older guys at college.

“No old girlfriends to hook up with?” I asked with a grin.

He smiled. “A few have called me, but none were free tonight.”

We had only been brother and sister for three years. Our parents met and got married when we were both in high school — me a freshman and him a sophomore. When he and his mom moved in with me and my dad, it took some getting used to, but I enjoyed watching him grow from a gangly teenager into a handsome young man.

“So it’s just you and me tonight, huh?” I said.

“Yeah, I guess so. Mom and Dad aren’t home?”

I shook my head. “They’re having dinner at Dad’s boss’s house, and they told me they’d be out late.”

He nodded. “That’s cool. You want to watch a movie later?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“I’m going up to my room to relax for a bit, then I’ll be back down. Ok?”

I felt the flutters return to my stomach. I knew what he meant by ‘relax for a bit’, and my pussy twitched warmly as it began to moisten.

“That works for me,” I said, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice. “I might rest some myself.”

“Cool. I’ll see you in a little while.” He turned and walked to the stairs, and I watched his sweet ass as he went up.

After a few minutes, I turned off the TV and went up to my room, the buzz of anticipation still churning in my tummy.

One of the perks of living in this house before my brother moved in, was knowing all of its secrets. For example, I knew how to climb the stairs and miss every one of the creaking floorboards.

Another one of the house’s secrets was right in my bedroom closet. My brother’s bedroom was right next to mine, and our closets shared a back wall. But for some reason — I never could figure out if it was intentional — that back wall didn’t reach all the way to the top. There was about a four-inch gap between the top of the wood and the ceiling. Because the wood was a dark maple, this gap was practically invisible.

I had noticed it when I was twelve, but that was back when my Dad and I were living alone, so there was no one using the bedroom next to mine. By the time Zack moved in, I’d forgotten all about it. But one day two years ago I was hanging up some clothes, and I happened to glance up. I stared at the dark line for a moment, forgetting what it was. But then my eyes opened wide as I recalled the gap, and I realize what it meant.

There were a few boxes of books at the bottom of my closet, so I stacked them into a precarious pile and climbed up. The top of my head brushed against the ceiling, and the tip of my nose was right at the top of the wall. Perfect. I could see directly into my brother’s room.

I anxiously waited for my brother to return home from swimming practice. After what seemed like hours, but was only twenty minutes, I heard him come in downstairs. After talking to Mom briefly, he came up to his room. I was already in place, and I watched with wide eyes as he came in and lay on his bed. He grabbed his ipod from his bedside table and put on the headphones.

I thought that's all he was going to do, but five minutes later, he sat up and took the headphones off. He stood and began unbuttoning his jeans, and my breath caught in my throat.

His back was to me, and after he pulled down his zipper, his thumbs hooked into the waistbands of his jeans and boxers, and pushed them down. I almost gasped as his naked ass came into view. It was perfect, just as I imagined it would be.

He stepped out of his pants, and with his back still to me, walked to his dresser. Opening the middle drawer, he reached under the folded shirts to the back, and pulled something out. Turning around, he went back to the bed and tossed the item onto the blanket.

I paid no attention to it, because my eyes were focused on his cock. I stared at it, unable to think. It was huge. It wasn’t even hard, and it was huge. It was slightly swollen, and hung down droopily. The head was full and round, slightly bigger than the shaft. I involuntarily licked my lips as I stared at it.

I had already lost my virginity at that time, but I had only been with two boys. Three, if you count Tommy Sanderson, who I sucked off in the woods at camp the previous summer. I had no complaints about their size, but none of them came close to having what my brother had between his legs.

He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard, and picked up the object he had retrieved from the drawer. I finally recognized what it was. It was a nudie magazine, and I could read the title. ‘Bald Pussy,’ it said, in big red letters.

He opened it and held it in one hand, as his other hand began to stroke his cock. I felt like I was going to pass out, hyperventilating from the sight in front of me. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. I had heard that all boys did this, but to actually see my brother with his hand around his cock was completely different than thinking he might be doing it.

My pussy oozed its honey into my panties as I watched his cock stiffen and grow. It kept getting bigger and thicker, until finally it arched up solidly, curving slightly upward as it pointed towards the ceiling.

He would occasionally remove his hand so he could turn the page in his magazine, but for the most part he stroked himself as his eyes remained glued on the pictures in front of him. I had never seen him like this, and I stared with fascination at the lust on his face. It reminded me of when I had fucked Brian Wendt in the back seat of his Camaro. As I lay there on his faux leather upholstery with my legs spread in welcome, he lay between them and thrust his cock inside of me, staring down into my eyes with the same expression my brother was currently wearing.

Sometimes when Zach stroked upward, a small drop of clear fluid would drool from the tip. He would move his hand up, and smear this liquid around his cock head, making it slick for his strokes.

I licked my lips again as I recalled the taste of Tommy’s cock in my mouth. He hadn’t lasted long, blasting his warm cream into the back of my throat less than three minutes after I began. But before that I had enjoyed flicking my tongue over the tip of his dick, licking away the delicious pre-cum that oozed from the meaty slit.

Zack’s hand slid tightly over his rigid dick, stretching the skin tightly with each down stroke, then causing it to bunch under the head as his hand moved upwards. I stared raptly, taking it all in with unblinking eyes.

He set the open magazine down on his thigh and gripped the base of his cock, holding it in place as his other hand continued to stroke. His breathing was turning harsh, and his stomach muscles twitched.

The motion of his hand slowed, and I knew he was trying to draw out the pleasure, teasing himself to make it last longer. His cock jutted up hard and proud, looking like it had been carved out of solid stone.

Suddenly, he groaned and twitched. Moving quickly, he snatched a Kleenex from the box on the bedside table, and draped it over the swollen head of his dick, sliding his hand down to hold it around his shaft.

He groaned louder and his hips lifted, and I watched entranced as his cock pulsed and the top of the Kleenex turned dark as his spurting semen squirted against the makeshift enclosure.

My clit pulsed in empathy, and I almost came from just watching my brother’s orgasm. His body twitched and shuddered, and he kept his grunting sounds to a minimum, knowing anyone could be walking past his bedroom door.

Finally, he lay still, breathing deeply as he clutched the now-soaked Kleenex around his dick. After a minute, he came back to life, pulling the Kleenex off and wiping off all the remaining traces of his cum before tossing it into his waste basket.

He put his magazine back, then got dressed and went back downstairs. I climbed down and immediately went to my bed, soothing my suffering clit with my finger until I mimicked my brother’s actions and came with a shuddering climax.

After supper, he went out with his friends, and I snuck into his room. I went to the waste basket, removed the used Kleenex, and took it back to my room. Studying it intently, I ran my fingertips over its soggy wetness and then rubbed them together, feeling the slickness on my skin. I brought it close and sniffed, then flicked my tongue out to taste it. More memories of Tommy returned. I recalled going back to my cabin with that taste in my mouth and smell on my skin, thinking all the other girls had to notice it.

Since that first day, I watched my brother regularly, and saw him jack off many times over the next year and a half, before he went off to college.

So now, I went to my room in nervous anticipation. It had been five months since the last time I'd spied on him, and my pussy was getting wet just from thinking about it.

I climbed up on my trusty boxes, and peeked into my brother’s room. Perfect timing. He was sitting on his bed, with his pants and boxers already off, and holding a magazine. I saw that it was titled ‘Shaved Coeds’, and I grinned seeing that my brother’s tastes hadn’t changed.

As my brother’s cock began to harden in his hand, my own shaved pussy grew wetter and twitched, and the desire to touch myself was overwhelming. When his erection reached full mast, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and pressing my fingers against my pussy through my shorts.

His hand began stroking, and it felt like the good old days, back where we belonged. I normally allowed him to finish before I moved to my bed and touched myself, but having gone five months without seeing him do this, my pussy didn’t want to wait. My fingers moved to the button of my shorts and popped it open, then slid down my zipper.

As I watched my brother’s hand glide up and down his shaft, I pushed my shorts and panties down onto my thighs, giving my fingers room to slip inside my slick cunt.

We moved together, my finger on my clit matching the rhythm of his fist around his dick. An idea occurred to me. Maybe I could time my orgasm so we came at the same time. I had seen him do this so many times before, I was sure I could tell when he was going to come. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? It would almost be like we were having sex with each other.

I focused on his cock as the pleasure in my pussy increased. This was going to be good.

Then he did something odd. He shifted back closer to the headboard, which made him sit up straighter. It was subtle, but since I was so used to his routine, I noticed the difference. Then he set the magazine to the side. That was definitely different. Had he picked up new habits while away at college? I watched with interest as I continued to flick softly at my clit.

His hands slid down around the outsides of his thighs and he seemed to hold them tightly. Left alone, his cock stood straight up, its large smooth head reaching towards the ceiling. I was confused. What was he doing?

Then my eyes opened wide in shock. My brother was bending over, lowering his head, as his hands gripped his thighs more tightly.

No, he couldn’t be doing that!

His head moved lower, directly at his cock, and his mouth opened. My own mouth gaped in astonishment.

I watched, dumbfounded, as Zack’s mouth closed over the head of his dick. His hands pulled upward, and another inch or two slid into his mouth.

I was too stunned to think. Unconsciously, I took a step back. I realized my mistake at the last second, as my foot felt nothing but air. I attempted to step back further, but my shorts around my thighs impeded my motion. I tried to reach for the edge of the wall, but missed, and my balance shifted. The boxes below me tilted, and then toppled, and I went down, falling hard on them, striking my side and bouncing off onto my bedroom floor.

I lay there in a daze, with pain shooting through me. I must have twisted my ankle in the fall, because it was throbbing. My side also hurt from where I had hit the boxes.

“Lindsay!”

It was my brother’s voice, and he was standing just outside my bedroom door. Panic overcame me, and I tried to call out to him, but my voice wouldn’t work.

“Lindsay! You okay?”

“Don’t come in!” I tried to yell, but it came out more like, “Dunkamin!”

I guess he heard the ‘come in’ part just fine, because my bedroom door burst open, and he hurried to me, kneeling at my side. He had put on a pair of his athletic shorts.

He must not have noticed anything at first, because he said, “Lindsay, what happened? Are you okay?”

I just let out a groan, realizing I had been caught. It was only a matter of time before he put it together. I managed to pull my shorts up most of the way.

He picked me up and laid me on my bed, staring down at my face. “Talk to me. What happened? Are you hurt?”

Maybe I could talk my way out of this. I winced and said, “I was putting something away in my closet, and I fell.”

“Are you injured?”

“No, just a little sore.” He was buying it!

Then I watched his eyes travel down my body. He looked at my shorts and panties, which were still open and unbuttoned, revealing the top of my smooth mound. His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked back at my face.

“You were putting something away?”

“Um, yeah.”

He looked at my closet, and his eyes lingered over the toppled boxes. I could see the gears in his mind working as his gaze moved upward. He stared at the dark line of the gap for a moment, then back down to the boxes.

He stood.

“Zack?”

He ignored me and walked over to the closet.

“Zack, don’t.”

He stared up at the gap again, then stepped up on the one box that still remained in place. Because of his greater height, this brought his eyes to the level of the gap, and he peered through it.

I grimaced, knowing what was coming.

He turned to me, his face a mixture of surprise and confusion. Then he looked through the gap again. When he turned back this time, his face was red and I could see the anger in his eyes. He stepped off the box, and stood at the foot of my bed with his arms folded, glaring at me.

I stared at him with timid eyes, waiting for him to speak first.

“How long have you been doing that?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Of course I’m mad at you. How long?”

“You’ll get madder.”

He took a deep breath. “I won’t get madder. I just want to know.”

“Promise?”

“Lindsay, just tell me.”

“Two years.”

He stared at me. “Two years?”

“Yes.”

“For two years, you’ve been watching me… doing things?”

“Yes.”

I could tell he was fighting to hold his temper.

He took another deep breath and rubbed his forehead, as if he was getting a headache. “Why?”

It wasn’t a question I was expecting. I thought the answer was obvious.

“Because I liked to.”

Despite its obviousness to me, it seemed to surprise him.

“You liked it?”

“Yeah.”

“But what about my privacy?”

“Sorry. I didn’t think you’d find out. And I figured if you didn’t know, you wouldn’t care.”

“What kind of logic is that? What if I was spying on you? How would you feel about that?”

I wanted to tell him I would like that very much, but instead just said, “I don’t know.”

“Come on Lindsay, you know you wouldn’t like it. You would feel like I was invading your privacy, and you’d be right.”

“What about that time you walked into the bathroom when I was getting ready to take a shower?” That had been a good day, and I had masturbated to three orgasms after that incident.

My brother looked flustered. “It’s not the same thing. That was an accident. And I didn’t do it for two years.”

He had a point. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “You’re not sorry. You’re just sorry you got caught. If you hadn’t, you’d still be doing it.”

Another good point. I was losing this debate, so I decided to change the subject.

“Are you gay?”

He stared at me with wide eyes. “What?”

“I saw what you were doing. Are you gay?”

“No, I’m not gay.” The flush had returned to his cheeks, along with his anger.

“Why were you doing that then?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s private. Of course, you wouldn’t understand what that word means.”

“But I don’t understand. How could you do that if you’re not gay?”

He took a deep breath and gave out a resigned sigh. He then moved around to sit on the edge of my bed, looking down at me.

“Lindsay, think of it this way. You touch yourself, right?”

I felt a blush rising in my cheeks. “No, I don’t do that.”

“Lindsay, I just found you with your pants down and your pussy hanging out. Don’t tell me you don’t touch yourself.”

The blush deepened. “Ok, maybe I do.”

“Now, would you ever touch another girl like you touch yourself?”

I wrinkled my nose. “Eww, no way. That’s gross.”

“Why is it gross? Your hand touches your pussy, why can’t it touch someone else’s?”

“Because it belongs to someone else.”

“Exactly.”

“What?”

“It’s the same way with guys. All guys jack off, but that doesn’t mean they want to touch other guys’ cocks.”

I began to see what he was getting at.

“It’s the same with what I was doing,” he continued, “Just because I do that to myself, doesn’t mean I want to do it with other guys.”

I thought it over for a moment, then nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”

“You guess? Lindsay, you know me. Probably a lot better than I thought you did. You know I’m not gay.”

“You’ve been away for five months.”

He chuckled. “People don’t turn gay in five months.”

“You didn’t do that before.”

“I never thought of it.”

“What made you think of it now?”

“My college roommate.”

“Huh?”

He laughed again. “It’s not what you’re thinking. One time I came out of the shower and my towel slipped off, and he caught sight of my dick. I guess he was impressed, because he said, ‘Holy shit, if my cock was that big I’d never leave the house. I’d just stay home and blow myself all day.’”

“I kinda just laughed it off, but it got me thinking, and the next time I was alone I finally worked up enough courage to give it a try.”

Did it feel good?

“Yeah. Weird at first, but nice. Then afterwards, I felt guilty, but I did it the next time and it felt even better.”

“Does that mean you’ve given up girls?”

“What? No way. Have you given up guys since you’ve learned to masturbate? Nothing feels better than someone else touching you. Touching yourself doesn’t come close.”

I nodded. I could agree with that.

“Do you, um, you know?” I asked.

“What?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Um, do it all the way?”

“Sometimes. And sometimes I get close and finish with my hand.”

I didn’t want to ask the next question, so I was glad when he answered it before I had a chance to.

“And no, I don’t swallow it.”

I smiled. “I do. I like the taste.” As soon as I said it, my cheeks felt hot. I couldn’t believe I had just admitted that to my brother.

He looked surprised for a moment, then smiled softly. “I’m sure the guys you’re with like that.”

“And you know something else?” I said.

“What’s that?”

“Sometimes, when I touch myself, I like to taste it.”

“Taste it?”

“You know, on my fingers. So, I guess we aren’t that much different.”

He smiled again. “I guess not.”

“Zack?”

“Yes, Lindsay?”

“I’m sorry I screwed things up between us. I hope you don’t hate me.”

“Lindsay, I don’t hate you. I’m just angry you invaded my privacy like that.”

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

He shook his head. “No. Just stop doing it.”

“Ok.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“By the way, how are you feeling? You took a nasty fall there.”

“I’m fine. My side hurts a little, and I twisted my ankle. But I think I hurt my pride more than anything.”

He chuckled. “You were a sight, lying there with your pants down and your cunny in plain sight.”

“Please, don’t remind me.”

He pointed to my right ankle and said, “Is this the one you hurt?”

“Yeah.”

He slid his hand under the heel and lifted my foot, then softly caressed my ankle.

“Does it still hurt?”

“A little, but that feels nice.”

Encouraged, he continued to gently massage my foot. As he touched me, his hand moved over an ever-widening area, until he was up on my calf. My pussy began to warm up again.

Suddenly, an inspired idea came to me.

“Zack?”

“Yes?” He was looking down at where his hand was caressing my leg.

"I just thought of something."

"What's that?"

I kinda do the same thing you do."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll show you." I sat up and pulled my T-shirt over my head, revealing my white, lace-trimmed bra.

“What are you doing?” he said, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Showing you. I watched you, now it's only fair that you watch me."

I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. It loosened, and I pulled it off, revealing my large, rounded breasts to my brother’s gaze. He stared at them in stunned amazement.

“Lindsay, I don’t think…”

"Just watch," I whispered, and held one of my breasts in my hands, and pulled it up as I leaned my head down. Aligning the nipple between my lips, I sucked gently at it, watching my brother’s eyes the entire time.

His mouth dropped open in shock, and I almost giggled from his expression.

I repeated the actions with my other breast, then lifted my head. "See, we're not that different."

"That was so sexy."

I glanced down and saw that a huge lump had grown at the front of his shorts. “I want to see you," I whispered. "Take your shorts off.”

The indecisiveness in his eyes only lasted a second, and then he stood and pushed down his shorts. As he stepped out of them, I watched that beautiful cock spring free.

He moved up onto the bed, and sat back on his haunches. We stared at each other for a long moment.

I broke the silence. “Zack?”

“Yes?” His voice was breathy.

“Would you do that for me?”

“Do what?”

“What you started to do earlier. With your mouth. I want to see it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

“I have to sit against the headboard.”

I moved out of the way, and my brother moved into position. He scooted backwards, so his back pressed against the headboard. I sat directly in front of him on my knees and bum, watching in anticipation.

His cock stood straight up, with a small line of pre-cum running from the slit in the large, swollen head. He gripped his thighs again and leaned over, lowering his head.

I watched raptly as his mouth approached his cock. Despite his size, he still had to stretch to reach it. My pussy twisted and clenched in pleasure as his lips closed around the very tip of his dick.

Pulling his hands tighter, his cock began to slide deeper, until the thick ridge popped past his tight lips.

I groaned softly, not believing the sight in front of my eyes.

He allowed himself a moment to become accustomed to this position, then pressed his head down harder. One inch of shaft, then another, slid into his mouth. He held again.

“That’s so fucking hot,” I whispered. I leaned forward, bringing my face less than a foot from his dick, getting a close-up view of my brother blowing himself.

His head rose, and his lips slid back to the tip. The part of his cock that had been in his mouth now gleamed with his saliva, and the head seemed like it had swollen even larger.

I moaned again when I saw his tongue flick out at the slitted hole, licking away a drop of fluid that had gathered there. Then his lips were sliding back down, gripping tightly around his shaft, taking his dick even deeper. He began to rock slowly, and his cock slid in and out of his mouth.

I had no intention of joining in, but my hand had a mind of its own, and reached out and slid under his balls, cupping them gently. He groaned from the sensation, and I began to massage them slowly.

He continued to suck himself, occasionally stopping the up and down motion to lick at the head. His lips reached a little lower on each down stroke, but he finally reached the limit about halfway down the shaft, unable to reach any further. I stared at that neglected half of his cock, wondering if I had the courage to do what I was thinking of.

I leaned in closer and kissed him, right at the base of his shaft, just where the skin began to loosen and become his ball sack. My tongue flicked out and I tasted his skin, reveling in the musky maleness of it.

Lifting his balls, I sucked at each one in turn, gently drawing it into the warmth of my mouth. Turning them back over to my hand, I kissed and licked slowly up his shaft.

He pressed deep and held there, and my lips found his, kissing him and darting my tongue along where his lips stretched tightly around his swollen cockflesh.

He groaned from the sensation, and began to lift his head, causing his lips to slide up his shaft. I followed with him, licking over the newly exposed skin, tasting the mixture of his spit and leaking pre-cum.

When we reached the head, our tongues met as we both licked over the spongy knob, searching for any remaining traces of his juices. I speared the tip of my tongue into his cock slit, as his tongue danced around my lips.

Tightening my lips, I pressed down on him, taking his thick cock into my mouth. Its bumpy underside slid over my tongue and my lips stretched wide. I kept pressing down until the head lodged into the back of my throat. I had gotten it in farther than he had, but there were still several inches left at the base of his cock. I began to bob my head, sucking him tightly as my lips rode up and down his dick.

He groaned and nuzzled into my hair, kissing my cheek and ear.

After several moments, I slid my mouth off and held his cock in my hand, aiming at his mouth. He leaned back down and took over, and I returned to the bottom, licking and sucking at the base of his cock.

I had never been hornier in my life. What we were doing, and the fact I was doing it with my brother, combined to make my cunt pulse with wet desire.

We switched off again, and I sucked him deep, wishing I could take him all the way in. My throat made wet choking sounds, but I still pressed down hard as my lips strained to go lower.

His breaths were getting short and quick, and I knew he was getting close. Removing my mouth from him, I once again turned his cock over to his own lips. This time, I gripped his shaft down low, and as his head bobbed up and down, my fist followed it, stroking up and then down, matching his rhythm.

A low groan began in his throat and he picked up speed, driving his face down on his jutting cock, his lips making wet slurping sounds.

“Come for me, baby,” I whispered. “I want to watch.”

His groans rose in pitch, and I could see the muscles of his legs cording, as his body twitched in anticipation of his orgasm. His eyes were closed in concentration as his mouth rode up and down his cock.

“That’s it, baby,” I said, combing my hand through his hair, “Your sister wants to share your cum.”

I wasn’t sure if my words put him over the edge, or he was ready anyway, but he let out a loud grunt and a shudder went through him. His mouth pressed down, and his cock pulsed in my hand as the first jet of sperm surged up his shaft and into his mouth.

His groans continued and his muscles spasmed, but he kept his mouth locked around his cock as more bolts of warm cum jetted up and into his mouth. He breathed harshly through his nose as his lips fought to maintain the seal. But finally, I saw a thin line of white escape from the edge of his lips, and I quickly leaned down and licked at it with my tongue.

More cum escaped, and I worked desperately to capture it all, licking and lapping around his lips. His orgasm ebbed, and he slid his lips off his quivering cock. I followed him up, and as soon as his mouth was clear, I kissed him hard. He straightened his back, and I climbed up on to his lap, keeping the kiss intact.

I pried at his lips with my tongue, and he finally opened them, allowing his seed to spill from his mouth into mine. I opened my mouth and took all of it, loving the feel of the warm cream on my tongue. I swallowed a big gulp, but it continued to pour from his mouth, and I kept swallowing until it was done. Then I pressed into him, my tongue invading his mouth, searching for any remaining traces of his seed.

We kissed for several minutes, then, finally, I pulled back.

“Oh god, that was so fucking hot,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

He smiled. "I never knew this sexual creature was living in the room next to me.”

I grinned and laid my head on his shoulder. But our rest was short-lived, as we were both startled by the sound of our garage door opening.

He leapt off of me, snatched up his clothes, and ran back to his room. I wiped my face on my sheets, threw on my pajamas, and went downstairs to greet my parents.

Mom looked closely at me, and asked if I was coming down with something. I told her I felt fine, never better. A few minutes later, Zack came down wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt. Mom asked us if we wanted popcorn, and we said sure. So, ten minutes later Zack and I were sitting in our living room, munching on some popcorn, watching a movie, and trading mischievous grins.

It was going to be a fun summer.