My Dearest Stepbrother

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Leslie POV

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I looked around his house which feels empty for the most of it.

It is a small house with just a kitchen, one small bedroom and one master bedroom, but it has come with a nice backyard with a pool and If I'm not sure if this is father's house. He hasn't changed much of it.

His jeep, in the garage along with of his dad's old stuff.

I remember his mom showing me Quinton's baby picture, right in this house.

No doubt he was one of the cutest baby back then, well he is handsome now.

And no matter where I look, the house scream his presence.

Like the whole place carry his aura around.

I called Kevin and told him that we will leave Tomorrow morning as it started to rain, and the weather forecast informed that the roads might get filled in the night due to the heavy rain and storm.

Kevin told me to stay at the motel, outskirts.

But I might have not mentioned me staying in a motel to anyone and looker like I'm homeless.

It's not like, Quinton doesn't have a spare room,

Right ?

I can fit in that tiny room, growing up it was his room.

Single bed with a small table next to the door.

That's it.

But as far as I remember, Quinton always slept with his dad, at least would have crawled to his father at night.

He loved that man too much.

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I turned around as I hear his footsteps, from the kitchen.

His hair strands are still wet, instead of joining me and Yente in my car he chose to come on his way in jeep with the stray dog he picked, right the dog he rescued

Also he dropped the dog at the animal rescue center before he showed up at his door.

I am almost wet from the rain, because I chased Yente in the backyard because he wouldn't stop picking on me.

Like with his silly questions, 'are you going to stay with Quinton?

Oh , are you scared of zombies?

My mother tells me, if I don't eat my lunch, I'll lose my legs.

Is that true?

Because I love my legs'

Those were the questions and conversation he wanted to have with me before Quinton showed up.

Once he did, like a good boy, Yente left only after taking a dollar from Quinton's wallet.

But now, it's all silent.

I should have asked the kid to stay, because the grown up man hasn't uttered a single word yet to me.

His green eyes lift, as he offers me the hot tea and I take them so careful that I don't want to touch him.

"Your wet" I comment, as I feel the warmth from the tea glass which warms my body.

He gives me a nod, a firm one, as he brings his hot glass next to his neck.

Like he needs it there and stretches his neck muscles to feel the warmth, better

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My lips part as I stare at his beautiful face.

That beautiful neck.

"Ouch" I wince out of pain, as I bought the hot glass to my lips because I was distracted and it's burning now.

"Huh, it's too hot.

Let it cool down a bit" I ramble my words nervously as I drop my glass on the floor.

He doesn't have a table in his living room.

No furniture at all.

He has got a lounge chair with a small TV placed on the floor in his living area.

An open kitchen, small dining room.

But I like it, it's cozy

Imagine if he wants to hook up, the girl will automatically have no space to sit, so she will crawl on top his lap.

And one master bedroom, one bathroom.

Talk about the coziness, how will it be to f**k in his tiny little room on the single bed and crawl back to the master bedroom

Have his hands on me, while we will fall asleep.

And we can wake up, snuggling each other.

His soft kisses, my hands traveling down his body

My cheeks feel flushed, as I imagine my face.

Now read that back, but instead of girl put Leslie face on it.

Maybe I did that already.

Leslie and Quinton.

"You should change" I hear a voice in the background

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I smile like stupid, and I look at him.

I notice his lips move, but for a second it feels like it's all a dream.

Maybe I didn't make it safe.

I died in the midway and I found a heaven.

"You should change" his deep voice pulls me back out of my trance.

And his voice, sends a chill inside me.

Like my heart stops for a second.

After three years, I'm hearing his voice.

A full sentence,, maybe.

And his voice, has got much masculine and so sexy.

Suddenly I find it hot to breathe

"…i … I didn't get any extra clothes.

I thought we could leave immediately,"

I ramble my words, stuttering like a clown who forgot how to speak.

He gives me another nod, as he starts walking towards his bedroom

And I just stare at his back.

His clothes are drenched, but he looks unaffected by that fact like its so normal for him.

His sleeveless hood is now clinging on his skin, so wet

His biceps looks…

Fuck me

please.

Oh God, why the hell am I thinking about him so much?.

Maybe a motel is a good choice.

Because my brain has gone crazy,

He turns around, and his eyes meet me.

Like a questioning look

And then he opens his room door, motioning me to follow him.

'Tell him, that you will take a motel room.

You can't spend a night with him.

There's only one bathroom, I'm sure you will find excuses to get in his room using this.

And the spare room is too small.

Leslie knight, you have never been in a place like this.

You will not fit in'

My mind voice warns me.

But like a lost puppy I follow him.

My bare legs dragged against the floor, I have let go off my heels.

My breathing gets heavy, the bed looks neatly done.

Maybe I can trip and fall on it.

That way I can tell my little heart I was in Quinton's bed.

"Huh, …change into anything you want" He speaks, his green eyes feels like a hypnotic ball which will just drive you mad, crazy.

And I give him a nod, not sure if I can talk right.

His clothes on me.

He turns around to leave.

"You should change too.

I mean, your clothes are wet.

You looked pretty drenched,"

My tone surprises me, as I speak out confidently.

I don't want him to see me like I'm still a little girl who sat next to her dad, who kept kissing her forehead whenever she spoke out things like 'she won in an art class' 'she did her bed, alone'

I'm a grown up lady now.

And I'm Twenty years now.

Not ten, or still not turned legal.

I don't know what I want him to see in me.

Or why,

Because nothing will change the fact between us.

He is my step-brother

But ……

My stupid heart doesn't want to listen to any of it.