Best Friends Sister Novels & Stories

Like she doesn't know what I'm talking about. "What are you implying?" She asked. I unlocked my cellphone and show her the picture of me kissing Issy in my car the night of the party. She chuckles. "Oh, this? Why are you so bothered, I thought she's your girlfriend" she is playing with me. "So let me ask you Quincy, who is she?" She asked. I sigh. "She's my best friend's sister" I replied. She nods. "What's your relationship with her?" She slowly walk up to me. My eyes follows her movements.

“There are better ways to go about this issue. Beating your best friend up isn't going to make you feel better, and think about your sister's feelings too for goodness sake.” “He is no best friend of mine!” Michael said angrily. He left his wife and moved towards Dylan again; he raised his fist again but stopped, “Why?! Why did you have to mess around with my sister too? I told you she was off-limits!” Dylan sighed, “Michael, I love Mia more than my own life. Her existence is what kept me going since we were kids. I swear I didn't intentionally mess with her.”

" Amanda scoffed. "I'm not only regretting but I'm suffering for it." "Wait.....what you said earlier, it has something to do with you and the girl?" My sister asked and I slowly nodded. "Gosh! You really fucked up bro. I swear." She palmed her face and got up. "She's in the office now?" "Yes." "Good." Amanda got up from the bed and left the room. "Okay, can you two explain what's happening right now? Who's this girl to you and what has she done or what did you do to her? I really need to see that Kira girl." My mom left the room too.

“Fine. But I refuse to become a cliché. I’m not going to throw myself in front of the rich guy.” “Agreed. Financially comfortable guy. Or girl.” Sarrah paused. “Does your brother even have any women friends?” I scoffed. “Of course he does. He’s not some kind of misogynist weirdo.” “Well, you make his friends sound so unappealing,” she pointed out. “Unfair of me. I haven’t met them. It’s not like we hang out a lot, socially.” Scott had been fourteen when I was born. He’d been out of the house before I remembered him living with us.

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

"But I knew it wouldn't last. She's nothing. A charity case. A little distraction to keep him entertained while he figured things out." "She's his sister's best friend, isn't she?" "Exactly. Desperate. Clingy. The kind of girl who thinks she can change him." She laughed again. "Like that's ever going to happen. Thank goodness Mason finally grew a brain. I was getting tired of watching him make a fool of himself over her." The other woman laughed. "He's lucky he has you to keep him grounded." "I know. He doesn't deserve me. But I'm generous."

"I felt sick and I had to go." "Yeah, your sister told me. She said James drove you home and Jacob was pretty mad when he heard that," she said, her voice sounded really close like she was right next to me, "your sister said there is a love triangle going on between you and the twins. How are you feeling now, are you still sick?" Jacob must be a jerk like Luc said and she wasn't any different. "I have no idea about a love triangle," I said, trying to keep any emotion out of my voice, " and I am feeling so much better, thanks for asking."

And I sure as hell never thought I'd be the type to keep going back to the same woman for a threesome—especially not my sister's childhood friend. We're not exclusive. Made that clear from the start. Just a no-strings hookup. Still, I figured it would blow up eventually. Ashley always struck me as the jealous type. The slap-the-shit-out-of-you-for-looking-at-another-woman type. Turns out, I was dead fuckin' wrong. Because right now she's sprawled out on this table, Diamond's head between her thighs, moaning like she was made for it—and loving every second as much as I am.