Todos los capítulos de I FELL FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S TWIN: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

THE LIE IN THE PARKING LOTBrookridge High looked deserted as Nathan's car entered the school grounds. There weren't many people around as it was a Saturday morning–just a few cars parked here and there, and some teachers moving towards the main gate. The school building was situated behind them, bathed in the early morning sun.Nathan stopped his car near the main entrance and cut the engine. His gaze traveled to the school entrance and he found Logan, coming from the direction of the building with a plastic crate held in one hand. His disheveled appearance suggested that he'd been out all night long.Nathan frowned in confusion. "What the hell?"Nathan watched him walk toward the car, heading straight for the trunk of the car. Without waiting for a question, he used the key fob to pop open the trunk. Logan approached the car, dropped the crate into the trunk and started walking toward the passenger side without stopping.Nathan jumped out of the car as Logan got closer. "Logan."Log

THE MARK HE COULDN'T HIDE The journey to Dylan's house took less than fifteen minutes, although Lucas couldn't remember most of it. While his hands were still firmly holding the steering wheel, his mind wandered over everything that had occurred since last night–Logan's mysterious disappearance, the odd call, Dylan's voice mingled with Logan's, the abrupt end of their conversation, the messages that had been deleted from his phone, Logan coming home with a whole crate of beer and a story that became increasingly ridiculous every time he thought about it. And now there was Dylan. Lucas needed some answers. As soon as he turned into Dylan's street, he slowed down and glanced at the familiar house. Its upper windows remained dark. Several flowerpots stood near the front door, and the small lawn seemed to be wet from morning dew. Lucas stopped his car at the curb and turned off the engine. Just as he was about to step out of the car, the door to Dylan's house opened and Rocky, Dylan

THE CALLLogan had just stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his hair. He walked barefoot out the upstairs bathroom, wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt and gray sweatpants. The house seemed quiet today. Unusually quiet. He expected to see his brother somewhere downstairs, either reading some book or complaining about his actions. But the place was empty. "Lucas?" Logan called.Not a single answer. Logan frowned and walked out the house and toward the garage. Opening the door, his nose caught the smell of old cardboard and motor oil. He frowned as he saw that the place was empty. Logan raised an eyebrow and murmured to himself, "Guess he went out. Probably groceries."Fine.Logan returned to the living room and took the rest of the beers from the crate and brought them into the freezer. "Can't let them go to waste," he mumbled, placing the bottles to the back.But then he stopped.His phone was ringing upstairs.Logan looked toward the ceiling and almost ignored it. But

NO MORE CHARADESThe park was quieter than Dylan expected it to be. It wasn't absolutely deserted though. Distant street lamps lit up the paved paths between the trees and, somewhere near the basketball court, two younger boys threw a ball between each other while their parents watched nearby. But the further Dylan went inside the park, the less he heard the sounds of the neighborhood.The swings were located beneath a huge oak tree on the far side of the playground. That was where Logan asked him to meet.Dylan sat alone on one of the swings, his legs pressed against the ground, the chains making clinking each time he moved. His cell-phone sat in his hands, the screen still open with Dylan's conversation with Lucas on it.‘Hey, it's Lucas. Wondering if we could see each other today, and talk more about our debate coming soon.’Dylan stared at the message, unsure if to reply or not. He could simply send him an answer, send him his location and suggest meeting somewhere else instead.

PLEASURE IN BROOKRIDGE PARK 2The phone began to ring as Logan slowly slurped on Dylan's dick. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he forced them to focus on the dial pad as he began typing his brother's number. The warm feel of Logan's tongue against his dick sent shudders down his spine and caused his hands to tremble. The phone nearly skipped from his grip but he forced his fingers to clamp around the device as he kept on typing. His brother's name popped out and he stared at the contact. He hesitated for a moment before clicking on the call icon. With every ring, Logan slurped his cock even harder, and his heart thudded against his ribcage. “Would you fucking slow down?" Dylan grunted, his tone slipping between moans and a groan. Logan smiled with the nerd's dick still in his mouth and instead sucked even harder. "Fuck,” Dylan's eyes rolled upward, "you don't–" The short beep of the line picking up cut through his words and his widened eyes snapped to the screen. His b