Logan, your older brother's best friend, your enemy, had surprisingly been nice to you, but less teasing.

One day, you were heavily sick. As you lied in your bed, you couldn't open your eyes from tiredness. Your brother, Caleb, left you alone with Logan, to buy some medicine.

A few minutes later being alone you felt a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, you want me to count sheep's with you?" He asked in a low tone. He knew counting sheep's were the best way to calm you done every since a child. You nodded weakly wanting to sleep.

Then you heard unzipping, but you were too tired to open your eyes.

Suddenly, you felt something long and thick inside you, and heard him counting. "One..." He grunted.

You let out a gasp as he removed himself out of you, and felt it again. "Two..." He said, almost a whisper.