Chapter 1: Filthy Nights With My Best Friend Brothers

Zinnia Fletcher had always been that girl. The one teachers trusted, the one parents adored. Sweet, polished, Zinnia—with her neat grades, and spotless reputation.

No one ever guessed what lived beneath all that innocence… that she'd always had eyes on her best friend's twin brothers.

The Dallas house was in full celebration mode after the team’s championship win. Music pounded through the walls, red cups littered every surface and half the hockey team had already lost their shirts.

Zinnia moved through it untouched in a white sundress that skimmed her knees, her ponytail swaying behind her, looking every bit like the good girl she’d spent years perfecting.

“Be right back,” she told Thalia, leaning close, so her best friend could hear her over the music. “I’m getting something to drink.”

Thalia barely glanced at her, too busy laughing with the girls crowded around the couch.

But Zinnia wasn’t thirsty, she was looking for the twins, Clyde and Cedric Dallas, who were nowhere downstairs. That alone was suspicious. 

At a party like this, they should’ve been the center of everything. Instead, they’d disappeared and Zinnia could guess where. Either they were banging some slut in the backyard or one of the empty rooms. Either way, she wasn't going to miss her free p**n.

She slipped into the kitchen, planning to cut through the back door and search the yard, when a rough, low groan stopped her cold.

Of course, it was a house party and sex was normal, but this groan sounded familiar… way too familiar.

She froze, her heart thumping against her chest as she turned to the walk-in pantry which was a few feet away. The door was half-open and groan after groan spilled out.

Every normal person should have turned around and walked away, but Zinnia crept closer, peeking through the door.

Clyde Dallas stood inside with his back against the shelves, head tipped back, jaw tight. His shirt was gone, his jeans pushed low on his hips.

His hand was wrapped around his massive, veiny cock— It looked eight inches or more, his heavy balls swinging as he stroked himself hard and fast, pre-cum glistening at the swollen tip.

“Fuck!” Zinnia held her palm over her lips, her heartbeat intensifying. Her gaze narrowed on Clyde's huge cock and all she could imagine was having that pre-cum in her mouth.

He looked dangerous like this—broad shoulders tensed, chest rising and falling, mouth parted as if he were trying not to make a sound.

 “Fuck… Zin… Zinnia… mmhhh…” Clyde groaned.

For a second, she thought she’d imagined it.

Then again, lower this time. “Zinnia...” Clyde grunted.

Her mouth went dry. Clyde wasn't masturbating to the thought of her, right? Impossible.

Clyde flirted with everyone, teased everyone and treated her like his kid sister’s harmless best friend. How was he masturbating to her?

She should've turned away, but she stayed rooted there, watching him say her name like it tasted good, watching him work himself. 

Her clit throbbed so hard she had to press her thighs together. She’d watched enough p**n and touched herself raw to fantasies of both Dallas twins ruining her, but seeing Clyde— the flirty captain — jerking off while thinking about her made her knees weak.

Juice trickled down her inner thigh and within seconds she was soaked.

Her hand drifted under her dress before she could stop it as her fingertips brushed her soaked panties.

Was her fantasy possible? Could he— “fuck!” A moan slipped past her lips.

Clyde's eyes snapped open and locked on hers at the door. Surprisingly, he didn't bother covering up, instead a knowing grin spread across his face.

“I… I'm so sorry.” Zinnia rushed her words, stepping back.

“Don’t tell me you find this sexy,” he growled, still slowly pumping his cock. “Been watching me like a little perv? Come here.”

Zinnia's heart skipped a beat. “No, no, I'm not like that. You’ve got it wrong.” Her voice came out shaky and innocent.

The only reason she was refusing him was because Thalia and her friends were ten feet away from the kitchen. Clyde's offer was a risky one to jump on.

“You want me to scream the building down? Tell them sweet little Zinnia Fletcher is such a slut that she touches herself to the sight of me masturbating? You want that, baby?” He grinned.

Zinnia bit on her lower lip. Clyde never joked and if he said he would, then he would. “I… I—”

Before she could decide, Clyde came over. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her into the pantry, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

Darkness swallowed them except for the thin line of light in the frame. The air reeked of cum and sex.

“Bullshit,” Clyde whispered into Zinnia’s ear, pressing his hard body into hers.

His cock throbbed hot against her stomach through the thin dress. “I’ve seen the way you act all sweet and shy in front of Thalia, but I bet that pussy is dripping right now, isn’t it?” His big hand slid up her thigh, under the dress, and within seconds, he yanked her panties down her legs.

“Clyde…” Zinnia gasped, but he was just starting.

His two thick fingers dragged through her slick folds. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned. “Naughty little slut pretending to be innocent, huh?”

“I’m not—” she started, but he cut her off by shoving those wet fingers into her mouth.

“Mmhh.” She tasted herself and moaned around them, sucking instinctively.

“You want this cock, don't you?” He smirked smugly, fucking her mouth with his fingers.

She parted her lips to answer, but he cut her off. “Shut up and get on your knees,” he ordered in a commanding tone.

Hesitance flickered in her eyes. This was meant to remain a fantasy. Thalia would cut her off if she found out she fucked her brother, but staring at the glistening rock-hard cock, her inner slut won.

One good fuck over friendship wouldn't hurt, right?

Zinnia dropped to her knees on the cold floor, face level with his massive cock. It twitched in front of her, veins pulsing, head shiny with pre-cum.

She looked up at him with wide, “innocent” eyes even as she opened her mouth. “Clyde… are you sure…”

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, but she didn't.

He grabbed her ponytail and fed his cock past her lips. “Suck it like you’ve been dreaming about, baby. Gobble it down that dirty mouth.”