All Chapters of Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CamillaSunsets are a cultural phenomenon. Painting, photographs, and metaphors abound surrounding the lowering of the sun on the horizon, casting pink across the sky on a good day. However, sunrises, in my humble opinion, didn’t get nearly enough respect. It could partly be because most people aren’t awake to see them. Or, if they are, it tends to be under less than pleasant circumstances.I had always been an early riser. I’m not sure why. My internal clock must have been set differently. No matter what else happened, I always woke up to see the sunrise, happy and refreshed. I was one of those mythical “morning people” one hears so much about. As such, I could run almost any model of coffeemaker with my eyes closed.The machine set, I started on a full breakfast fry up with a fresh fruit accompaniment. Most of it was done before the coffeemaker clicked itself off, leaving a pot of lovely, black happiness. Setting out plates and silverware on a tray like an old-world Duchess, I serve

AdenDespite Camilla’s clumsily erotic interruption, I still managed to get to work on time. After my shower, I got dressed in what was clean outfit—looking very much like I did the day before in a slightly different black shirt and jeans—and hustled down to the ground floor. Sliding the heavy metal disc into the aged CD player before setting off int morning traffic, I couldn’t actually hear Wicks brother among the heavily overlaid vocals. What I could hear sounded really good overall. The new guitarist seemed to ease into the fold quite well.Head-banging my way all the way down the freeway, I had almost forgotten about the office drama going on with Cooper and Camilla. I really liked Camilla and would have been with her if I could, but whenever I thought about it, I remembered the insanity that my best friend brought to the table. That would just give me a stress headache. There were times I was happy to have been from a fairly regular family.A graphic display of the siblings’ dram

The amp hummed softly as Aden flicked it on and plugged in the bass. I had never really thought much about the bass. Mostly because of the two-chord stylings of most of the bands I knew. Aden set me straight in a hurry, actually playing chords and riffs, making something that sounded like a much deeper guitar. A couple of lines of which put me in mind of Motorhead or even Joy Division. Peter Hook was widely regarded as redefining how the bass was played in a rock context, making it the main melodic instrument. Several Joy Division songs didn’t really have much in the way of guitar, if at all. Guitarist Bernard Sumner exclusively played synthesizer on “Love Will Tear Us Apart.”Just as my heart and pussy were beginning to melt, unsure I could be any more attracted to Aden than I was right then, he clicked off the amp, gently replacing the bass to its stand and swooped me up into his arms.Overjoyed, I thought for a second that he would carry me to the bedroom, but, apparently, he could

“Camilla now lives down the hall from me in the same apartment building.”“No shit?”“Not a spec. Do you want to see her?” I asked, downing a gulp of my drink.I wasn’t acting entirely out of altruism. I certainly wanted to help my little cousin make friends if I could, but it was also partly selfish. I was hoping that Camilla would get so busy with Shae as a new friend that she wouldn’t have as much time for me. It might also help her forgive me, as I figured caramel eclairs likely wouldn’t do the trick this time. I didn’t feel good about it, and I felt even worse when I realized that this is precisely how Cooper would have wanted me to feel if he had known what I had done with Camilla.When we were finished with our drinks, I drove Shae back to the apartment building. Not that Shae was particularly tipsy. She just didn’t know where I lived. The elevator was out of commission when we arrived, so the stairs it was. I was suddenly glad that I only lived on the fourth floor.Walking up

AdenCamilla looked awful. Sickly and garish. Like a college freshman who had taken frosh week too far. Cooper was pissed and also too drunk to drive. Camilla certainly couldn’t. Truth be told, I was the only one who hadn’t been drinking at all.“I’ll take her home,” I said to Cooper when he made it back to the table, holding a napkin to his nose.“You’ll what?”“I’m the only one who hasn’t been drinking, and I live next door.”“Good idea, thanks.”Getting my jacket, I picked Camilla up in a fireman’s carry and hauled her toward the doors of the casino, getting nary a glance from the on-site security.“Put me down! I can walk!” she protested, her dress riding up on her ass.“Not steadily,” I said, slapping my hand down on her ass to hold her dress down as I carried her to her car.Setting her down into the back seat, I got the keys from her purse and started it up. The owners knew me and my car, and it would still be there in the morning.“This is bullshit! You hurt me, and Cooper spo