My Brother's Best Friend

sixteen

It was homecoming week, finally. The school had a theme every day throughout the week. Today was Merica' Monday, so I was decked out in all of my American gear.

I walked down the stairs in my skin-tight American-printed leggings. I was greeted by a person with his face painted red, white, and blue. He also wore a red Malibu High School football workout shirt. "Jess! Good morning, do you like?" He turned to each side of his face so I could see it all.

"Looking good babe!" I giggled.

I had gone a little simpler and painted a small flag on my cheek. It made life a lot easier today because our school colors were red, white, and blue. everyone didn't have an excuse but to wear spirit wear.

I walked past him, and he followed behind me. He muttered something under his breath. He spun me around a second later, "Babe, I don't know if I can let you go to school in those pants." He licked his lips looking at my body up and down and then grabbed my butt. I blushed, my face turning a sliding shade of red. "I don't know if I would be able to handle seeing you in those all day without having to tear them off of you."

I stood up on my tippy toes and whispered in his ear, "If you can wait until later, I'll let you tear them off." I backed off and walked into the kitchen, giving him a wink before leaving.

He stood there, stunned.

I poured myself a bowl of Cheerios with a smile on my face. I was reaching for the milk when Garrett spun me around once again, but this time he started kissing me. "Fuck Jess, you're so beautiful." He said in between kisses. I deepened the kiss, which ended me up on the kitchen counter. Matt had left early for a meeting, so it was just us two at the house.

This reminds me a lot about the dream I had a few weeks ago back in class. We were in the same position. My legs spread open sitting on the counter, with him in between me.

I still haven't told him about the dream. I think I'm just too nervous to see his reaction to it. Not that I think he would think it was weird, I just don't want to mention things about the future yet.

His lips moved down to my neck, and his hands ripped my shirt off of my shoulder to where he could reach it better. He pressed his lower abdomen to where it was crushing against mine. He then continued to bite my skin leaving a freshly made hickey, right on my collarbone. I rolled my eyes. Great, now the whole school will see. Hopefully, my shirt covers it.

The school eventually figured out that we were dating, didn't take very long since Garrett decided he wanted to have a mini-make-out session in front of the lockers.

I pulled away from Garrett, "Babe we are going to be late!"

He groaned looking up at me, "Are you serious?" I nodded.

"Come on let's go!"

"Can I take a cold shower first?"

"No!" I looked down at his huge tent that was building up. "Think about your grandma it will go away."

"Jess that's not totally how it works." He rolled his eyes. He shoved his hand down his pants and readjusted himself.

I gagged, "You really are a boy."

"Come on, let's go. He wrapped his arm around my neck and we walked to his truck. All I can think about is the hand that was down his pants. I internally gagged.

"Dang, I messed up your face paint."

"It's alright, just will show everyone that we had a little fun this morning." He winked, then kissed me gently.

He roared his truck to life and started our journey to school. I couldn't help but stare at him, his shirt was skin tight, making his muscles pop, with his blue practice shorts. He also had on red Nikes with American socks. He looked hot.