2 - Max.

My jaw falls to the ground — so wide, and so heavy, and no sound comes out. I blink, trying my hardest not to stare at Theresa's pussy, at how moist and pink it looks. She stands with her hands at her back, watching me expectantly — the look in her eyes wild, feral, and observant.

“W-What are you doing, for Christ's sake?” I face palm, turning away. Doesn't she have any shame. Her father is downstairs! Also her little sister, Amelia.

“I don't care, Max,” she rasps softly, taking a few steps to stand just behind me. I close my eyes and exhale as her long, thin hands wrap around my waist, as she hugs my back. “I've wanted this for weeks. Fuck, I've wanted this for months. I've wanted you from the first moment I laid my eyes on you. Don't resist.”

“This is nonsense, Theresa,” I say, but my heart is racing wildly, no longer because of fear, but of ecstasy. I'm glad to finally know that I'm not the only one having sleepless nights. Ever since Daniel brought his eldest daughter to my office to have me take a look at her injured leg one year ago, I've found it hard to stop thinking about her, even if it was for one minute only every day. At night, alone in my bed, my arms craved her. In the shower, every time, my cock hardens at the slightest thought of her.

But it is wrong.

Wanting her is wrong, because she's not only two decades younger, but her father's my best friend.

And the way the bro code goes — don't mess around with a best friend's sister.

Hell, Daniel will cut off my dick if he finds out I have as much as a sexual thought about Theresa.

“Theresa, this is wrong. This can't be.”

“Why?” she asked, her tone forceful, desperate. “Why can't it be? I don't care that you're older. I don't care about my father!”

“But, I care. He's my best friend,” I lower my voice, and look at the door frantically, expecting Daniel to be here any minute. Rushing to the side of the bed where the blanket is, I pick it up and throws it at her. “Wrap yourself up. Now.”

“No,” she says, tossing it aside again. I sigh, frustrated. “I'm serious, Max. I want you. You know that.”

“I know nothing but the fact that you've gone nuts.”

She gasps, her mouth open as though she's trying to say something, but then she closes it back and instead hit tears fall down her cheeks. Plopping down on the bed, she buried her face in her palms and cries softly. I'm too stunned to move at first, too guilty to even touch her.

Fuck me.

I knew I shouldn't have come here. I should have asked Max to bring them over to my office instead.

I go over to where she sits and wrap an arm around her back. Her body is warm, and her skin is so soft, just as I imagine every night. “Please don't cry.”

I'm having a hard time suppressing my boner, and having her this close isn't doing me any good. She sobs quietly for a while, then looks up at me. “I'm so sorry, Doctor Storm.”

I don't comment on back-to-my-official-name change, but wait patiently for her to continue. “I don't know what came over me. I thought... I thought... I thought I could seduce you. Make use of the opportunity of us alone to confess my feelings, and you'd be happy to hear about them. The truth is, I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you, and this is the best way I thought I could show it, and I'm sorry. Please don't tell my father about this.”

Something shifts in my chest. Disappointment.

“I won't tell him,” I manage to say, wondering how odd it is for Daniel not to have come up already to see how we're faring. It's very telling of how strong his trust in me has become, and it scares me. In so many ways. For so many reasons.

One of which is Theresa.

Sitting here, right next to her, my cock is hard as a rock. I've not been this hard ever since Adeline and I broke up seven years ago. Even while still in high school, none of the girls I dated or fucked ever got me this hard. The only thing holding me back right now is Daniel. We've been through so much together — childhood friends since we've been in diapers, same kindergarten, same middle school, same highschool, same everything. Also, I'm two decades older than Theresa. I know better.

I should know better.

But she's not making it easy. She's never made it easy.

“But...” I swallow, looking away from her teary big blue eyes. “You must promise to never try such a thing again. With me, or anyone else. I know you're nineteen now, and having all these...conflicted, foreign feelings which is normal for every new adults, but you must not let those feelings get into the way of better judgement. Besides, your father trusts me a great deal with you and Amelia. He won't be pleased if he finds out I'm... fucking his daughter.”

She giggles. “But who is going to tell him, though?”

I give her a stern look. “Well, I will. If you try what you just did again.”

“Alright, fine. I've heard you,” she grumbles.

I beam. “Good girl. So does that mean your fall was...fake?”

She avoids my eyes. “It wasn't. Can we just pretend everything didn't happen? I'm too embarrassed.”

True enough, her cheeks are flushed, making me chuckle. I shake my head as I stand, heading for the door. “Put some clothes on now. And be a good girl.”