Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

[Aldo]The light is blinding for a few seconds, and suddenly it feels like I’ve got my dick in a mouse trap. Dawn bites my finger involuntarily, and we both finally see what’s happening.There’s no one at the door, but if there was, what they would’ve seen was Dawn mounted on the prep-counter with me holding her dress up and my balls currently sandwiched against her pussy.I pull out quickly and tuck my cock up in my waistband, as she slides off. Despite the interruption, it’s still hard as frigging rock. Dawn straightens her dress and adjusts her panties while the both of us get crushed with realization of what we were just doing.“I…I…uh,” I begin but can’t finish.“The snacks?” Dawn offers.“Exactly, you go do that.” I flatten myself against the pantry as she races out. She grabs the jar of pickles and is off. I’m breathless in the pantry, gripping onto the pantry shelves. What the hell just happened?I step out into the prep area and look about. There’s no sign of anyone here. I c

[Dawn]At first, I thought I was crazy, like I’d imagined the whole thing. One minute Aldo and I are in the pantry, getting hot and sweaty, tasting each other’s forbidden fruit, next minute, he’s fleeing the house, leaving me aching for him.I want to finish what we've started, but now that it’s been almost a week since the hook up. And a week since I’ve barely had a proper conversation with Aldo, serious doubts are in my head. I know how desperate it sounds; a week is a long time to get ghosted by a guy. But since I’ve been waiting my whole life, I keep justifying the silence.His phone’s been broken. He’s having cell issues. Then Andre returns out of the blue and that puts a spanner in all the works.I grunt and see that I’ve ripped the fabric apart. I’m trying to mend a small Teddy for Michael. He’s a cute little thing, with a button nose and numb hands and feet. It’s been his cuddle toy since he was a baby. Sophie says he can’t sleep without it. But he also refused to teeth on any

[Aldo]Andre is laying on the couch with his feet kicked off the edge. I’m sitting there tight as a spring, still reeling after my horrible discussion with Dawn. It went in the complete opposite direction of what I wanted to happen. Not that I wanted her to be in my arms by the end—did I?—but more than that, I wanted her to understand.Except that all that was understood was my stupid tongue getting tied up and making me look like an ass. The TV flashes and the person on the game show begins crying; they’ve just won a hundred grand.“Man, ain’t that a way to earn your money?” Andre asks. “You could walk into one of those game shows poor as shit and come out with buckets.”“Don’t they pay it out in installments?” I say, reclining myself back and trying to force myself to relax.“Nah man, surely not. It’d all be a lie then. Who’s gonna go on the game show to win a payment plan?” We laugh, and he goes on. “Surely they give you one of those big ass fake checks.”As if summoned, the co-h

[Dawn]Sophie grins from ear to ear, however, and rolls the window down. Aldo is about to say something when Sophie cuts him off.“Morning!” she calls. “Change of plans!”Aldo’s eyes don’t even go to her, he just looks at me. The two of us stare like frozen animals on safari as the predator, that is Sophie, plays with us.Realizing what is happening, he begins to back away.“Not so fast!” Sophie says, hopping from the van and coming around to him. She gives him the keys. “You’re driving with her.”Aldo looks at me, the normally cool and calculated man is wide eyed and speechless. Then he smiles and snorts. “I’m driving the van with Andre. You’re playing a joke.”Sophie pats his arm and smiles back. “No, I’m not. You’re driving with Dawn.”“Why?” he utters.“I think we’re all adults enough to know why.” She folds her arms and cocks her hips to the side. I told you so.His face drains of color as he looks at me. I shake my head fiercely. I never told. Sophie is walking away, and he foll

[Dawn]The whole afternoon has been a blur of laughing and talking. It felt like old times. Kind of like how our dynamic was before the hook up, except, there is the hook up between us.I think I should ask Aldo about it, I mean, does a hookup count if we don’t come? But the sexual tension over the last few hours has been growing the more relaxed we’ve become. And I’m not really sure what or where we stand on it. It’s a funny thing…We’ve stopped for gas again and a bit more food. Everything is normal between us except for the growing tension. Every time a romantic song comes on, we both look at each other. Just a little glance of recognition. But enough for the tension with its billboard sign of sex to pop up. I can see it in his eyes, and he in mine. We both remember that pantry all too well…It’s eight o’clock, and we’ve been on the road nearly twelve hours. I’m beat, and I haven’t done any driving. Not that I haven't wanted to, but Aldo insists. I don’t take it to heart because he