My Brother’s Biker Bestie

Cleo’s POV

I'm not sure what to do with my pre-cum laced fingers; slap over my breasts that are clearly too big for them… or maybe cover between my thighs. You tell me.

Frozen in my confusion, I just mop at him, drowning in his baby blue eyes that I went head over heels for. Countless times, when he was in his senior year with my brother, I’d stay with my brother during breaktime with the pretense of being lonely, when it was just to hang around him. Another time, I volunteered for community service after school, because I loved seeing his sweaty shirtless body after sports. And now…

He is stark naked before me, in my own damn room!

“I'm sorry,” he breaks the silence, eyes glued to my face, like he doesn't have a nude girl in front of him. “The shower in the guestroom is faulty, I didn't know you’d be back so early.”

Still, I just mop. “Hmmm.”

I stagger forward, burning from inside, my cunt throbbing hard between my legs

The angle has me staring right at the pink cap of his cock!

Oh, god, no!

“Are you okay?” He innocently reaches to steady my falling frame when I jerk backward like he’s forbidden.

Of course, he is! First, I have a boyfriend, and second, my brother will eat us up if he knows his bestie banged his baby sister.

“Yes!” I say too loudly.

Heaven knows that if he as little as touches me, I’ll damn everything and drop on my knees to beg for just the pink tip grazing my slit.

“Sorry.” He stammers before rushing out of the door.

I let my weak legs give way, crumbling beside my bed. Not for a second do my thighs detangle, because while shame still mocks me, I need all the pressure I can get on my body.

“Just a little…” I mumble, slipping my fingers over my pussy mound, slowly sliding them over my wetness. “Yes… Ahh…”

“Cleo?” Duke’s voice blasts from the other side of the door.

Shit. I stiffen, scared that one little sound and I’ll give myself away. It doesn't stop my body from hissing out wetness, a soft filthy sound that causes me to mourn!

I surely have a beef to pick with Naya and Bella.

“I can hear your voice. You don't have to pretend, okay?”

I sigh. Duke won't leave there unless he’s succeeded in dragging me out of the room. “I’m tired.” I murmur, trying to sound normal.

“Oh, sorry love.” He whispers. “But I need you downstairs asap. It's important.”

Jeez!

I open my wet palm and look down at my thick pink skin, my soft folds begging to be grazed, creamy juice unrelenting leaking down.

I can't…

“Duke—”

“Be right down in a minute.” He cuts me off as if knowing I wanted to protest.

A minute!?

It's not enough to fuck myself to orgasm!

It's not even enough to suffer my cunt in an ice bath to dull out the lustful sensation.

His footsteps start away from the door before I can ask for more time.

What if I decline? Lock myself in my room and climax?

Then, Duke will start his boring sermon that I’m not ready for. That's if he even lets me get to climax.

Either way, I’m doomed.

Defeated, I rearrange my activity; go downstairs, hurriedly get out of the meeting, and skip dinner if it's the reason he called. Get back in my room and take my time with myself.

Wearing a thong over my quivering cunt is hard enough. Normally, I would have thrown on my pink nightie without bothering about underwear, but with Zane here, there’s no way I’m walking around with dangling boobs and hard nipples. I take out a pair of jeans and a black sleeveless tank top that loosely hangs over my breasts without highlighting how hard or how big my nipples are.

“Speak of the angel.” Duke’s voice brightens on seeing me at the base of the stairs.

I stand as if surprised to see Zane, when in the real sense I’m calculating how to take another step without clapping my thighs.

“She’s… all grown.” Zane exclaims, playing saint.

Good for both of us. I force a smile, blurring the image of his thick cock and trying to see his cool blue eyes. “Hey, Zane.”

He pushes back his seat and starts in my direction.

No, no, no…

“Happy birthday!” He smiles sweetly, his devil-may smile, the one that made him get away with so many atrocities in high school, and had a line of the school’s hottest whores filing his desk.

I was jealous, I wished he saw me too. But I was just a shy nerd, nothing close to his type, and it's bad enough that I’m his bestie’s sister. If I’m being honest, it was the only reason I got to even see him without the angry bitches stomping over me.

“Thank you,” I manage to take another step, away from him. “Did Duke persuade you to stop by?”

“Actually—-” Duke speaks up in his defense and stops when the door opens and a tall, dark, yet identical figure of Zane stands by the door!

The resemblance is uncanny! Like Zane got into a photocopier.

The stranger is clad in a pair of tight denim and a black leather jacket. His jet-black hair is styled in a chaotic wave. Charming and chaotic. A helmet is strapped between his ribs and his arm.

“Cleo?” His sultry baritone rings in my head, and my name is soft on his lips. He casually strolls in, too hot for his own good. “Damn the photos, Duke. She’s fucking fine.”

“That's my baby sister!” Duke slips into his daddy duties.

A nasty laugh gets off my chest, but in the real sense, I’m paralyzed, eyes locked in the most piercing brown pairs, small thin lips.

“Who is he?” I mumble the words I’ve been dying to.

“I see you haven't met my twin.” Zane says as if I know his family tree.

“Twin?” I’m forced to break my gaze from the striking stranger to focus on Zane.

“Yeah. His name is Knox, he schooled out of the states.” He gives a short introduction.

“Before I got interrupted,” Duke teases Knox. “I was saying that they’re spending the weekend.”

“What?” I spill before I can stop myself.

Like, I’ll have two hot dicks swaying around for forty-eight whole hours?! My weakness now splits in two?!

“I should have told you, but it was impromptu. Duke rushes to my side. “Zane was invited to your school’s hockey competition as a prestigious alumnus, and Knox tagged along.” He takes my arm and drags me to the dining table.

I let my weight collapse on him, which is the only way to get there without giving off odd vibes. He makes me sit in front of the already set table.

“Hope you don't mind, Cleo.” Knox is uncomfortably next to me!

“No,” I force a laugh and grab the edge of the table, finding the best excuse to get the hell out of here. “You’re more than welcome any time.”

“If Zane had told me it was your birthday, I would have gotten you a present…”

My foggy brain blocks out everything. I'm about to stand up when my phone buzzes on the table. I look at the notification from I*******m to see a message request. It's not one of the usual birthday wishes or filthy messages, it's… hold on.

‘Meet me in the backyard.’

I pause, brows knit in confusion. I look at Duke, and he’s busy swallowing his pasta. Knox is beside me, gently slicing out a chunk of the grilled turkey, he isn't holding his phone.

Zane?!

He isn't on the table. My heart sinks, I don't need to look around to know it's him! But I do anyway, turning in my seat to satisfy my curiosity.

There he is, right behind me, leaning against the wall, his phone in hand. When our eyes meet, he smirks.

Fuck!

I whip my head around, fighting to hold the adrenaline rush under my skin. He knows my I*******m handle? Has he been stalking me? Does he…

The three dots rise and fall, causing my heartbeat to race with the message he’s typing.