All Chapters of Pregnant By My Brother's Best Friend: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MARYANN "Maryann, I know your brother is more possessive of his friends than understanding my point of view. I am not saying you cannot go to your brother's house. But you have to keep away from his friends. I won't be there to protect you. Or you better not go," Mom says weakly, and I sigh. "I understand, Mom. But Sunny has a girlfriend, and Mike says he doesn't see me as anything more." "Are you certain? Do you feel uncomfortable around Sunny?" Mom presses, and my cheeks flush. "Mom, Sunny and I aren't close. So I don't know," I reply, looking away as my heart pounds faster. "Do you like Sunny?" Mom asks as my eyes burn. "Mom, stop asking me questions. Sunny is Mike's friend, and I see him as a brother. We are not dating or anything of such. I don't like him. He's a womanizer and has a girlfriend," I add, and Mom sighs with relief. "Good you don't like him. I will give you pepper spray if you still want to visit Mike's home alone. It's best to protect yourself than go th

SUNNY I remember catching Maryann on the stairs. The way her eyes had widened in shock. How her cheeks had turned red. How my heart had pounded dramatically. I hadn't felt that way before. *Isn't she the one for me? Why are we worlds apart? Why can't our families be supportive of my feelings for her? They all feel I want to take advantage of her and run away.* Yeah, I know I haven't been committed because I don't feel anything for those girls who were my exes. I want Maryann and no other woman. I move to undress to take my bath. I know it's foolish of me, but I picture Maryann in my bathroom with me. I picture her kneeling before me, her hands on my còck, her eyes gazing up at me, as she holds me and sucks the life out of me until I ejaculate. Shaking my head, I stop relishing those sinful thoughts. Maryann cannot be mine, and I shouldn't dream about her. I avoid masturbating as I know Jessica might hear me, and I cannot imagine her reaction if she discovers my hidden feeling

SUNNY I didn't expect Maryann to lash out at me when I called her this morning. I only wanted to hear her voice and to know if she is going to unblock me or not. "I am sorry I called you multiple times, but you have still yet to unblock my chat. That's why I am calling. I know I shouldn't be calling you, but can you unblock it?" I ask her calmly. "No," Maryann snaps. "Just keep away from me and focus on your girlfriend. Take care." I stand in my room, my gaze darkening as I hadn't expected her to be so stubborn. I move to put my phone on the drawer, then I go into my bathroom to have a bath. I feel sore even when I know that I can have any girl that I want. *Why must it have to be Maryann? Her rejection feels like a slap to my face.* Sighing, I step out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around my waist. Then I move into my closet to pick out the clothes that I want to wear. We have football training at 4:00 p.m., but Mike wants me to come over to his house today si

MARYANNStanding a short distance away from Sunny, I want to ignore his greeting, but that will feel disrespectful since I've already seen my parents greet him, too. "Morning, my night is fine. Why are you here?" I ask Sunny calmly, trying to soften the tense atmosphere between us. Sunny smiles, meeting my gaze, and replies, "Mike and I have some unfinished business to do." "Alright. Soothe yourself," I reply calmly as I look away from Sunny and turn to Mike, who walks up to me. "Welcome to my home, sis. I thought you all weren't going to come," Mike says as he crosses his arm over my shoulder and leads me to the house. I can feel Sunny's gaze burning on my back as I stand in front of him, while Mom and Dad take their time and stare around the house. "Mike, your home is beautiful," Mom says, admiring it. The house is painted white and has a beautiful floral design at the front, as well as a swimming pool at the back. "Yeah. Thanks, Mom. You are welcome. At least you don't have

MARYANN"So, Maryann, have you made up your mind about the school you want to apply to?" Mom asks as Dad drives us home. I think about the schools around us and shake my head. "Not yet, Mom. I'm still checking," I reply, and she sighs. "How about the private institution here in Silver Crest City?" she says, and I sigh. "No. I don't want it. I am still checking. When I have found the college I want to apply to, I will let you both know," I reply, and my mother sighs again. "Alright." She doesn't say anything else, and my mind replays most of the cooking shows that I have watched. I fancy going to a school in the north, as I love their style of cooking and some of the meals I am unfamiliar with. But I know that my mother will kick against it if I bring that up. I decide I will do the research on my own so I can apply to the school before they close accepting new admissions. I watch the road as Dad drives the car. The sun beats down on the pavement as other cars drive past us and b