Sharing Body Heat
I was sitting on our comfy living room sofa, watching a movie with my older brother. Our parents were out on date night eating dinner, so we had the house to ourselves. Smack dab in the middle of a cold winter, that morning we were informed that unfortunately the heating had to be shut down for the day.
Each of us huddled up in our own separate blanket, we were powering through, shivering slightly.
I looked over at my brother, his faint silhouette barely visible, the only light coming from the flickering screen. He was lying on his side, his head on the other headrest.
"Hey," I half-whispered while propping myself up on an elbow, "Why don't we share a blanket?"
He looked over at me. I could barely make out his face in the dimly lit room.
"So we can keep eachother warm, you know?"
He seemed to think about it for a second, then he nodded. He started getting up, but I quickly stopped him.
"No, don't worry about it, I'll come to you. It was my idea after all."
"Alright, thanks." he said, lying back down.
I stood up, unwrapping myself from the flimsy blanket and setting it on top of him.
"If two layers aren't enough I'll be mad!" I exclaimed and giggled. "Now scoot so I can get in."
He barely moved at all.
"That's as far as I can go."
I was starting to feel cold, and came to the conclusion that it would have to do.
"Okay, it doesn't really matter. Just let me in before I freeze to death."
I crawled under the blankets, flipping over until I was facing the movie, feeling the warmth of my brother from behind me as we spooned.
We continued watching the movie in silence. I shifted occasionally, attempting to get comfortable, unwittingly brushing against him. Finally I found a comfortable position. And that's when I felt it. He was unmistakably getting hard, even through the thick fabric of our sweatpants.