When my brother opened the door and walked into his bedroom, I followed. As soon as he reached his bed, he spun around and gaped at me. Then he muttered, "Uhh."
"Come on, you knew I'd come," I challenged him. He didn't respond, so I took the liberty of climbing onto his bed, sliding up toward the pillows. Spinning around, I laid on my back, grinning at him.
After about thirty seconds, he climbed into bed next to me, but didn't say anything. I waited. The next two minutes were filled with an awkward silence until I finally asked, "Well? Do you want me to start, or you?"
"f**k," Jeremy whispered softly.
"Fine, I'll start," I announced.
He turned toward me without a word. When I slid my hand onto my stomach, his eyes were riveted to it. Then, feeling extremely hot at the prospect of what
