Brother Best Friend Novels & Stories

“I mean, I'm not just talking about the whole ‘I have feelings for you’ thing. You've shut me out of your life. I barely know what's going on with you or if you're okay. Just be straight with me, do you still want to be friends or not?” “Yes,” I replied almost immediately. “And as for shutting you out, I didn't mean to do that. It's just…there has been so much going on with me and I had to deal with it.” “Brittney, I get that you've been alone for the past 5 years and you've had to deal with everything yourself…” how words tapered off with a smile as she recalled a distant memory. “Even back then, when we were best friends, you always liked the lone wolf thing, but you're not alone anymore.”

Adrian's hand finds my elbow, steadying me. "What are you so afraid of?" Your best friend's name… his face, his reaction and the conversation I've been dreading for seven years. I look at Marcus, my brother, my blood, the person who knew me before anyone else, and I see the hurt in his eyes. The confusion. The desperate need for answers I'm not ready to give. "I'm sorry." It's all I can manage. "I'm so sorry, Marcus. But you have to go. You have to go now."

“You left us worried while you ran off to fuck your so-called best friend. I don’t know what friendship includes dick rides.” “Last I checked, we weren’t dating then—what’s the problem?” “We weren’t, but you knew how I felt. I just wanted you to get help—instead, you ran to him. Now you expect me to befriend him?” “I never said you had to. Jameis and I are just friends—I’ve told him I only want you. If you want to sulk all night, fine. Drop me home so I can ride my dildo and sleep.”

He even brushed aside his wife's hair, which had come loose from her ponytail. Hmm, is Bestie really telling me the truth? They seem okay now. Their conversation flows so naturally. “If you're busy, don't bother calling me. Just focus on what you went there for,” Bestie said sweetly to my brother. Okay, I feel like I'm watching a telenovela here. “No, I'll call you. You're more important to me and I'll definitely miss you.” My brother took Bestie hand and kissed it. I couldn't miss the blush on her face, my best friend was getting giddy.

“Who are you exactly? A cousin? A Brother?” He was fast to answer. It was either the had reharsed it a thousand times or he was saying the truth. “Brother and son. Now are you going to tell me who you are?” I welcomed darkness for a second by shutting my eyes. “I’m a friend of the family’s. Lisa’s friend.” “Ohh.” There was an amused smile tugging his lips. “You’re that friend,” he concluded. I was interested in knowing what he meant. “What friend?”

I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah. "Olivia has always been a nerd Sean," his best friend since they were babies in diapers decided to add his unwanted comment into our conversation. "A bore." If anyone annoyed me more than my brother did, it would be his best friend Sean Walker. His hazel green eyes danced around with laughter as he looked me over. Co-captian of the schools football team, local man whore who can't keep his dick inside his pants, all of those things apply to my brothers best friend. He is so full of himself that he makes my blood boil.

I whispered, ducking my head slightly to hide. He started to shake his head. “That guy over there is no stranger but my best friend.” He said and this even irritated me more. He said it with so much confidence that I might have thought that this Alec guy used some voodoo on him. I sent a quick glance at this guy, he was watching us too with a blank face then I turned back to my brother. “Yout just don't make best friends in one day or even two seconds. You need to go through trials of fights and quarrels.”

So, I am going to skip a few years ahead to when I was 14 and my brother was 19 years old. I still relied on my brother for a lot of things he took me to spend time with friends or would always let me tag along with him and his best friend Finn. I know he still has this kid as a best friend, but he is not a bad guy and is usually nice to me most of the time. I think he always feels bad for me since the day he came to the house and had to take me to his house. I can never live that down ill always be the sad little puppy in his eyes.

“You said you were leaving, so I visited my best friend. Her name is Amanda. She passed away a few years ago, and I still miss her like crazy. One of these days, I will tell you what kind of trouble we got into. ” “I bet you had so much fun. My brother is my best friend, and we never fail to get in touch every day.”

I rocked faster, pressing my aching pussy right along his length, letting the friction tease us both. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” I breathed against his ear, my hair falling around us. “Since I was younger and you’d stand in the background watching me. I’d touch myself at night thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock. You're my brother’s best friend, and yet all I could dream about was you claiming me. Ruining me for anyone else.” Killian’s breath came out ragged. His hands slid up my sides, gripping my waist under the leather. His discipline was cracking right in front of me. The loyal right hand man who never broke rules was losing the fight.