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Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way:25 Dad’s Best Friend(4)
Chapter 4: The Weight of SecretsThe final weeks of summer felt like they were slipping through my fingers. Every stolen moment with Marcus became more precious — and more dangerous. We had grown bolder but also more careful. Text messages on his private line were deleted immediately. Meetings were timed perfectly when Dad was at work or Mom was out. The guest house became our sanctuary, a place where we could talk for hours, hold each other, and share kisses that grew deeper with every encounter.One particularly warm afternoon, with Dad away on another business trip and Mom visiting her sister for the day, Marcus texted me:Marcus: Guest house. 30 minutes. Only if you want to.I went.He was waiting for me on the couch, looking handsome in a simple white shirt and jeans. The moment I stepped inside and locked the door, he stood up and pulled me into his arms without a word. This time the hug lasted longer, tighter, as if he was trying to memorize the feeling of me against him.“I’ve
Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way 24: Dad’s Best Friend(3)
Dad’s Best FriendChapter 3: Stolen AfternoonsThe days that followed our first real kiss felt like walking on a tightrope — thrilling, terrifying, and impossibly delicate. Dad returned from his business trip none the wiser, happy to have his best friend around. He and Marcus spent mornings playing golf or working on some old car project in the garage, laughing like they were still twenty years old. Meanwhile, I tried to act normal — helping Mom with errands, reading by the pool, and pretending my heart didn’t skip every time Marcus walked into a room.But the tension between us was growing stronger.On Thursday afternoon, Dad left for a three-hour meeting in town. Mom was out running errands. The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. I was reading on the patio when Marcus appeared, carrying two glasses of iced lemonade.“Thought you might be thirsty,” he said, setting one down beside me. His voice was casual, but his eyes told a different story.“Thank you,
Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way 24: Dad’s Best Friend(2)
Chapter 2: Late Night VisitThe next few days after the barbecue were filled with a strange, electric tension that followed me everywhere. Marcus had moved into the guest house at the back of our property — a beautiful, private cottage with its own small kitchen and living area. Dad was thrilled to have his best friend staying so close, often inviting him over for evening drinks or to watch games. What Dad didn’t know was how often Marcus’s eyes found me across the room.I tried to act normal. I really did. But every time Marcus was near, my skin felt too warm and my thoughts became scattered. He was always polite in front of my father — the perfect godfather figure I’d known since childhood. But in the small moments when Dad wasn’t looking, something darker and more intense flickered in his gaze.On Tuesday evening, Dad had to drive to the city for an overnight business meeting. The house felt unusually quiet after he left. I was in the kitchen making a late snack when I heard a soft
Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way 25: Dad’s Best Friend(1)
Chapter 1: The Reunion The backyard barbecue was in full swing when I stepped outside carrying a tray of fresh drinks. At twenty-two, I had just finished my final exams and returned home for the summer, excited for a relaxed break. What I didn’t expect was to see him again after three years. Uncle Marcus. Well, not really my uncle — he was my father’s best friend since college. Tall, broad-shouldered, and imposingly handsome at forty-five, Marcus Black had always been larger than life. He owned several successful businesses and carried himself with the quiet confidence of a man who commanded any room he entered. His dark hair now had a few silver streaks at the temples, and his sharp jawline was shadowed with stubble that made him look even more distinguished. “Emma,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the chatter as his eyes met mine. A slow smile spread across his face. “Look at you. All grown up.” I felt my cheeks warm under his gaze. He looked at me differently than he
Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way24: Best Friend’s Older Brother(4)
Best Friend’s Older BrotherChapter 4: The Final Summer SecretThe rest of the summer became a delicate dance of stolen moments and careful restraint. Mia remained completely oblivious, happily spending her days between the pool, shopping trips, and catching up with old friends. Meanwhile, Ethan and I moved through each day carrying a beautiful, terrifying secret between us.Our stolen meetings became more frequent but always carefully planned. Sometimes it was ten minutes in the backyard shed while Mia was on a phone call. Other times it was a late-night conversation in the kitchen after Mia had gone to bed. Each moment felt precious and dangerous.One particularly warm Friday evening, Mia announced she was staying over at another friend’s house for a sleepover. The moment her car pulled out of the driveway, the entire house felt different — charged with possibility.Ethan found me in the living room twenty minutes later. He didn’t say anything at first. He simply walked over, pulled
Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way24: Best Friend’s Older Brother(3)
Best Friend’s Older BrotherChapter 3: Hidden MomentsThe morning after our midnight kiss, the Thompson house felt completely different. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant voice made my heart race. I barely slept, replaying the feeling of Ethan’s lips on mine, the warmth of his bare chest under my hands, and the way he had looked at me like I was something precious and dangerous at the same time.I came downstairs around 9 AM to find Mia already in the kitchen, humming happily as she made pancakes. Ethan was leaning against the counter, drinking coffee. He looked calm and composed, wearing a navy t-shirt and shorts, but the moment his hazel eyes met mine, something intense flashed across his face before he quickly masked it.“Morning, sleepyhead,” Mia said cheerfully, flipping a pancake. “You look like you didn’t sleep well.”“I had trouble falling asleep,” I replied, trying to sound normal as I sat at the kitchen island.Ethan took a slow sip of his coffee. “Same. Must be
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