Wetting The Bed Of My Best Friend's Brother

Emma’s POV

His tongue slid inside my pussy, deep and slow, while his fingers found my clit. He pressed and circled it, teasing me in tight, perfect circles that made my hips lift off the sofa. I pushed into him without thinking, my body begging for more, for him to go deeper and harder.

The heat spread fast, curling low in my belly and shooting sparks through my thighs. Every stroke of his tongue against my inner walls, every press on my clit made my pussy clench around nothing, aching for him. I could feel how wet I was, dripping for him, and from the way he groaned against me, I knew he loved it.

My voice broke as I cried his name, my orgasm crashing through me. My clit throbbed under his touch while my pussy pulsed around his tongue. I shook so hard I thought I might break.

But he didn’t stop. Oh, fuck, he didn’t stop. He kept his tongue moving inside me, his fingers stroking my swollen clit until the pressure built again. My body tensed, my toes curled, and another orgasm tore through me, stronger than the first. My inner walls squeezed tight, and I felt more of my wetness spill against his mouth.

When he finally lowered my leg from his shoulder, I fell back on the sofa, panting. My skin was flushed, my pussy still throbbing, my clit so sensitive that the air against it made me twitch.

He kissed up my body, tasting my skin, until his face hovered over mine. His eyes were dark, his lips wet.

“You taste even better than I imagined, baby. I could get used to that,” he rasped, licking his lips like he wasn’t done.

A shaky “Mmm” was all I could manage.

He chuckled, low and deep, and kissed me. The first touch was slow, then hotter, hungrier. I could taste myself on his tongue, and instead of shying away, it made me want him inside me. The ache between my legs grew sharper, my pussy clenching just thinking about it.

My hand slid between us, finding the button of his trousers. I undid them and pushed them down with his boxers until his cock was free. Hot, thick, and hard, it twitched in my hand when I wrapped my fingers around him. He groaned, his hips pressing into my touch.

“Please, Daisy… I need this before I lose my mind,” he said, his voice almost breaking.

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How did it even start? How can it be so hard to control your emotions when you’re obsessed with someone who has no idea how you feel?

This secret has lived inside me for years, ever since I was a teenager. Is it a crime to fall in love? Because I am. I’m in love with my best friend’s brother. Maddie has no idea. No one does. I’ve hidden it so well, smiling when I have to, pretending I’m fine, acting like my heart isn’t racing just because he’s in the same room. Every glance, every casual touch, I’ve tucked away like it meant nothing… but to me, it has always meant everything.

It was in that moment I heard his voice, something I wasn’t expecting. Maddie and I were curled up on her sofa with wine, ice cream, and a cheesy rom-com playing in the background, the perfect girls’ night before work started again tomorrow.

Then the front door opened.

“Maddie, you home?” a voice called out.

I tensed. My heart jumped, and I stopped breathing for a second. That voice. I knew it too well.

Zane.

Maddie’s older brother. The one I was never meant to fall for. He is four years older than us, dark-eyed, quiet, and always carrying this heavy, serious look. After their parents died in a car crash when we were fifteen, he stepped up and became everything for Maddie. He worked hard, gave up things, and raised her like she was all he had. He never let his guard down, unless it was for her.

Maddie moved into this apartment when she turned nineteen, thanks to the trust fund their parents left behind. Even though Zane moved out, he still checked in all the time. He had been gone a whole month, but now he was back. And of course, this is the first place he came.

“Zane!” Maddie jumped up, running straight into his arms.

I stayed on the sofa, trying not to look at him, trying not to look too interested. But inside? I was falling apart all over again.

The bond between them was strong; nothing could break it. Everything they had gone through only made them closer.

“Miss me, little sister?” he asked, laughing as he hugged her tight.

I kept quiet, stuck right where I was, like always whenever he showed up. Confident Emma? She disappeared the second he walked into a room. Around Zane, I turned into a nervous mess.

It started when I was fourteen. Just a stupid crush. But it never faded. If anything, it got worse. A whole lot worse.

It is not just a crush anymore, it is desire. Real and intense. He is too much. Those hazel eyes, that crooked smile… every time he walks in, it is like my whole body forgets how to function.

He is the most attractive man I have ever seen. And no one knows. Not even him.

So I watch from a distance. Pretending I am not falling harder every time he walks by.

“Come on, sit and tell us everything about your trip!” Maddie beamed, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the couch.

His eyes landed on me for a second. “Emma,” he said with a nod.

My stomach flipped. “H-Hi.”

Really? That was all I could say? Smooth.

Not that it mattered. He barely noticed. Why would he? To Zane, I am just Maddie’s best friend. Just someone who happens to be around.

He has been through a lot. Losing their parents nearly crushed him. After that, he shut people out, especially women. He kept to himself, except for Maddie. For her, he always made the effort.

But me? I noticed things. I always have.

“I’ll give you two some time,” I muttered, standing way too quickly.

“What? No, stay!” Maddie said, tugging my hand.

“Okay,” I said softly, sitting back down.

But the truth? I needed space. Just being close to him was messing with my head.

I felt flustered. Hot all over. Turned on, and he had only been in the room five minutes.

I never understood why he had this effect on me. I have dated. Had hookups. Even long flings. But none of them ever made me feel like this. Only him. Zane Whyte. And I am completely, hopelessly stuck on him.

I shifted, putting some space between us. But it did not help. He felt like something I could not quit, like a habit I never meant to form. Nothing had ever happened between us, yet somehow he had this hold on me. And I knew the truth, I was not his type.

Girls like me were invisible to guys like Zane. Besides, I was Maddie’s best friend. This was off-limits. Everyone knew it, even if no one said it out loud.

“Zane, want a beer?” Maddie asked, already heading to the kitchen.

“Sure. But first, you owe me a full update. I missed you, little sister,” he said, pulling her in for another hug before she disappeared down the hallway.

I hugged my knees to my chest, suddenly very aware of how quiet it got.

Then his voice broke the silence. “So, how’s life, Emma?”

I blinked. “It’s fine. You?”

He gave a casual shrug. “Same old.” Then, with a grin that made my chest tighten, he added, “But I’m curious, why do you get nervous every time I’m around?”

My heart raced. He noticed?

“I do not know what you mean,” I said quickly, turning my face so he would not see how red my cheeks were.

“Yes, you do. It has been like that for years,” he said, moving a little closer.

Wait… what?

I turned to face him. He was already watching me. My lips parted, but I had no idea what to say.

Then his hand moved. His fingers landed softly on my thigh. I gasped, barely audible, but I felt it in every part of me.

“Oh,” he said, his voice lower now. “Now I get it. You want me.”

My heart stopped. No. No. No.

I stood up quickly and rushed to the bathroom, locking the door behind me and gripping the sink.

What just happened? Did I really just run away like that? My chest was pounding. I could still feel the heat of his hand on my skin. It was overwhelming. He was overwhelming.

I splashed cold water on my face, trying to calm down. After a few minutes, I breathed in and out, then stepped back into the living room.

Zane and Maddie were on the sofa, laughing like nothing had happened.

I walked in and sat in the armchair across the room, needing space. But I could feel his gaze on me, watching. I refused to look at him.

“Emma, why are you sitting all the way over there?” Maddie asked, frowning.

“No reason,” I said with a shrug, forcing a smile.

Zane glanced over, amusement clear on his face. “Come on, Emma. Why sit so far away?” he said, patting the space beside him.

He was enjoying this. Trying not to laugh.

I wanted to say no. I wanted to disappear. But if I did, Maddie would notice. She would know something was off.

So I nodded, got up, and sat down next to him again.

My heart picked up speed, but I reminded myself, he would not try anything. Not while Maddie was right here.

He started telling her stories from his trip. He was relaxed, smiling, laughing. It reminded me of how he used to be, before life changed him. But then I felt it. His fingertips brushing the side of my thigh. He did not stop talking. He just kept going like everything was normal. But I could barely breathe. Was he doing it on purpose? This gentleman is killing me slowly. Does he know the kind of effect his fingers had on me? My toes have started moving against the floor on their own. This is sexual punishment. It took a very deep breath, and I thought I had overcome what I was passing through.

Seconds later, those feelings bubbled up again. Maybe it was time I left. I needed space. Zane, being near me, was making it worse. I wondered what it would feel like if his lips touched mine... if his body was pressed against me.

“I think I am going to head home. I am getting tired,” I said, forcing a smile as I stood up.

Maddie looked at me quickly. “You cannot drive. You have been drinking.”

“I will get a cab,” I replied, reaching for my phone. “I will pick my car up in the morning.”

But then I heard his voice.

“I can take you home. You do not need to waste money on a cab.”  Zane looked right at me. “I have only had a sip of beer. I am fine to drive.”

My stomach turned. No. Please, no. Being alone in a car with him? That close? I did not trust myself. One look, one touch… I would fall apart. Maddie smiled, completely unaware of the storm inside me.

I nodded slowly, even though my heart was pounding. I could not exactly say no, not without raising questions. I grabbed my bag and followed Zane toward the door, trying to keep it together. This night was about to get a lot more complicated.