All Chapters of Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

We sit out on his back terrace, enjoying the perfect, early June weather, and his wife, Cynthia, brings out a tray of cocktails and joins us for one round. Cynthia is a sweet woman, beautiful and accomplished, a loving mother to their daughter, Sarah, and son, Robert, but I feel a little sad for her, knowing how little Bob cares for her. She’s dressed smartly, in a blouse and skirt, and her martinis are as perfect as their beautifully-appointed house. Everywhere are signs of Cynthia trying, and Bob not trying at all.After the first drink, she excuses herself, clearing the glasses and bringing two more martinis out for Bob and I before politely disappearing into the house.“She’s lovely,” I say to Bob—purposefully goading him, I think. Or at least trying to put in a word in her favour.“Hmm?” He refocuses his eyes on me. “Cynthia? Oh yeah, she’s great.” He’s blasé and indifferent.We talk about work, and his daughter’s upcoming wedding, and the other Cynthia, the one from the office.

Oh fuck. I start moving my hand faster, waves of pleasure rolling over me, my balls tightening. “She has to suck it,” I murmur, “because she made Daddy hard. She teased Daddy too much, and he got hard because she’s so beautiful and he loves her so much that it makes him feel good.”“Oh yeah,” she purrs, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder if she’s masturbating too.“I would have to tell her how to do it,” I continue, absorbed by my narrative. “‘Kiss it,’ I’d say. ‘It feels so good for Daddy when you kiss him there.’”“Would she like it?”“Yes.” Oh God, yes, she would like it. My cock throbs in my hand and I feel precum at the tip. It prompts me to throw back the covers and reach for the hand cream in my bedside table. “She would be a little nervous at first, but then I would tell her to suck it down in her mouth, and when she saw how much it turned me on, she’d get excited, too.”“Yeah?” Her voice is breathy. She’s definitely masturbating, I think, squeezing my cock with my

“Hazel?” he mumbles, and I sense, more than see his movement from the bed. “Is everything okay?”With a click, the bedside lamp turns on, and I see Xavier squint against the light he’s not acclimated to.He’s sitting up, the covers around his waist but his chest and torso bare, and I’m struck, for a moment, at the sight of his body. His thick, defined muscles, tanned skin, and the dark hair over his chest and forearms. He’s so masculine, so strong, and noticing this gives me a kind of pride. He’s my daddy. And he’s the best daddy.It’s a childish thought, and I’m suddenly self-conscious about the fact that I’m standing in his room in my sleep shorts, holding a stuffed bunny by its ears, waking him up in the night because I need something. Because I’m scared. It’s a position I’ve been in many times before, but usually my mother was lying in the bed beside him, trying to sleep through my intrusion.This time, her side of the bed is empty.“Can I sleep with you?” I ask impulsively. I wan

“Let me help,” she whispers, spreading her legs and lifting her hips so that the base of my shaft is pressed against her pussy. Thank God for pyjamas or I would probably be inside her already.“No, sweetheart,” I say with finality, knowing I need to stop this and walk away. I lift myself off her and stand up, noticing her stuffed bunny shoved between the pillows. I pick him up and hand him to her. “You and Bunners get some sleep. Your daddy has to go take care of himself right now in the bathroom and I’ll be back to bed soon.”She takes the bunny and clutches it to her, looking up at me with sweet, pleading eyes. “But I want you.”She’s irresistible. I run my fingers through her hair again and bend down to kiss her softly on the lips. “You’re too young,” I say. “Maybe when you’re older.”#Hazel#I wake up in the morning after a deep, dreamless sleep, briefly unsure of where I am. I’m incredibly comfortable—cocooned in some warm, soft, but unfamiliar nest. It’s the sound of a shower

“Nah.” Eric opens the back door and hops in. “We’re hotboxing.” Christine gets in the back beside Eric and I climb into the passenger seat with a sigh. I don’t want to get high. I’m not sure if it’s too late to bail and go back to class.“Wait!” cries Eric. “We didn’t get snacks. We should get them before so we don’t have to open the doors.”“Yeah, man,” says Kye. “You two go. We’ll wait here.” He hands his bank card back over the seat to Eric. “One-one-one-one,” he adds, giving Eric his PIN.“Let’s go,” says Eric, and he and Christine hop back out of the car, leaving Kye and I sitting up front.“The store’s, like, a ten minute walk,” I point out in confusion. No one pays any attention.I watch their backs retreat around the building until a crackling sound pulls my attention back to Kye. He’s pulled a vape pen out of pocket and takes a long inhale before passing it to me.“No, thanks,” I say primly. He blows a huge billow of smoke out in a cloud, searing my eyes and lungs.“C’mon, Ho