My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Sneaky Link

“Oh yeah,” she let out a stifled moan when his girth hit her spot and the sensation almost made her combust instantly.

His hand dug into her hair as he drilled into her repeatedly, letting out muffled grunts with each thrust.

As she held onto the rippled muscles on his back, drawing him close, Camille knew she shouldn’t be doing this, letting her best friend’s brother use her as his personal toy when she was right in the next room, asleep and completely unaware of everything going on.

***

Camille

A few weeks before.

“I’m so done with this stupid assignment,” Lucia grumbled, coming into the living room of our apartment and tossing her Anatomy textbook on the couch, right next to me.

I rolled my eyes and tossed a popcorn into my mouth, unbothered by my roomate’s dramatic entrance.

“You could have studied anything, but you chose to study medicine. Don’t blame me for your poor life choices,” I said, bending to the side so I could see the Tv better, since Lucia had blocked it to gain my full attention for her usual complaint.

“Some of us have to save the world though,” she stated with pride and flopped down next to me. “We can’t all spend our lives writing down fantasies that will never happen. Some of us have to treat you when you fall sick from filling your head with so much junk all the time.”

I was an English major and Lucia never skipped a chance to remind me about my ‘fantasy’ course. It was a cute word she preferred to use to refer to the unnecessarily explicit erotica novels I divulged practically everyday and sometimes tried my hand at writing. Maybe I should have never let her read them.

“Ha ha, very funny,” I muttered drily and slapped the piece of popcorn she tried to snatch from my plate.

She shrugged and gave up trying to steal my snack.

I turned back and tried to focus on the show I had been watching all evening, but I just couldn’t when Lucia kept sighing every now and then. Rolling my eyes, I paused the show and turned my complete attention to her.

“Alright, spill. This isn’t about the assignment, is it?” I asked her.

She pouted and shook her head.

“Then what is it?”

She sighed once again and started to play with the button on my shirt, trying to distract me.

“Tell me what the problem is,” I said sharply and she gave me a blank stare.

“It’s my brother,” she said finally. Her voice sounded really sad. That bothered me.

“What happened to him?” I asked with an alarmed voice, already imagining the worst.

Lucia’s older brother was the golden egg of his family, the one who her parents always compared her to. He had graduated top of his class from the University of Cambridge and was now a successful lawyer, on his way to own his father’s law firm, one of the most successful ones in London.

In summary, his life was perfect. I didn’t know much about him but I always imagined him as some prim and proper uptight London boy who always did as he was told. He was probably one of those who could never even have a dirty spot in their room.

Lucia on the other hand was like the black sheep of the family, who had forsaken her family’s rich history of practicing law and left the country to the US to study medicine instead.

One would have assumed that the contrast would have caused a rift between the siblings, but there was no such thing. Lucia spoke to him almost everyday and they stayed in touch even though their parents would have nothing to do with her.

Whatever it was about him that was bothering Lucia this much, it couldn’t possibly be good.

“He just called it quits with his fiancée after he caught her in bed with someone else,” she said.

I gasped. “The royal one?” I asked and she nodded.

Lucia’s brother was engaged to a woman who was a distant relative of the royal family. Or should I say, he used to be engaged to her…

“That’s sad,” I muttered. I knew how awful it felt to be cheated on. It wasn’t something I ever wanted to relive.

“Yeah. This should have been their fourth year together. My parents are still telling him to take her back just because of her connections,” she said with disgust. “He’s really depressed, Cam. Not to mention his best friend just died a month ago.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said and hugged her. I could see his pain through her.

“He quit his job and hasn’t been himself since. Obviously, my parents are pissed at him and are threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t get his act together.”

“F*ck them,” I said and she nodded, resting her head on my shoulder. The truth was that I really didn’t give a rat’s ass about this brother of hers who was several miles away and had been the unbearable symbol of perfection for so long, but if his pain bothered my best friend so much, then I had to hide my indifference and be there for her.

“I just wish my parents could see how much they screwed us up, but they can’t lift their heads out of their perfect little asses for more than a full minute,” she grumbled.

“Hey,” I said to hide a chortle that almost burst out of my mouth at her words.

Her British accent was always prominent whenever she was angry and even though I had known her for almost two years, it always made me laugh each time she cursed, because she rarely did.

“I’m so worried about him, Cam,” she continued. “I was just on the phone with him and I swear I’ve never seen him sound so hurt or look so bad. I don’t want him to hurt himself.”

The only pictures I had seen of her brother all looked like blurry passport photographs, where he had been wearing a suit and a tie with a plastic smile on his face, probably for work. Those pictures always made me uncomfortable. I wondered how bad he looked now since Lucia said he looked worse than before.

“He’ll be alright, I promise you,” I said, meaning it. “Just give him time.”

“Exactly,” she said, raising her head to look up at me. “That’s why I invited him over. He’ll be here this weekend.”

I froze. “What!”

“I know, I know. I should have asked you first before asking him to come but I knew you’d understand. Being away from those pansies for once will definitely make him feel much better. Please,” she begged, looking up at me with puppy eyes.

“Fine,” I said, giving in.

“You’re the best,” she squealed and hugged me. “He’ll only be here for a month tops. He’s really quiet so you won’t even notice he’s here. I’ll prepare his room and…”

I didn’t get the rest of what she said because she went into the house, probably to get started with arranging the third room which we had turned into a storage room.

I couldn’t complain though. Lucia and I lived in a three-bedroom apartment that was funded by her parents. It was really big, and had so much space for a New York apartment. I hadn’t paid rent since I moved in here, so the least I could do was say yes when Lucia decided to invite her brother over.

It would only be a month and besides, there was a spare room. How hard could that be?