Craving My Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

"And you can't choose whom I choose to love just because you're my brother." Vincent sucked in a huge breath. "I've been betrayed before, Morty! Do you know how hard that broke me? And for what reason? Because I was too good! Too good, Morty! There's no such thing as love-especially not from a fûck-ass guy like Klaus!" If there had been a wall beside him, Vincent would have punched it. "He's your best friend!" Morticia shouted. "That's the point! He was my best friend. My fucking brother, the one I trusted. He crossed the line. You both did!"

If I were to approach her then I wanted it to be a private affair where nosy assholes would not be able to involve themselves. “Figured you could use some coffee,” Jackson said as he passed it over. “This is why you’re my favorite brother.” I took a big drink of it because it was liquid bliss. I got smacked upside the head by Dillon, my other brother who was only sixteen. I had two brothers and a younger sister who just had her first shift last week. “You’re lucky that my coffee didn’t spill,” I told him. Everyone knew better than to get in between coffee and me. I would go to war over it, and I would not feel an ounce of remorse for it at all. Everyone had a vice in life, and mine just happ

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."

“Ride my face. Show me how bad you want it. Been such a little tease for months—wearing those skirts, looking at me like that, making me hard behind the bar every fucking shift. Now you’re gonna come on my tongue like a good girl. Come for your brother’s best friend while he eats this pretty pussy.” I was already close. The combination of his fingers curling inside me, his tongue working my clit, and the sheer wrongness of it—my brother’s best friend on his knees in the bar he owned, eating me out like he was starving—pushed me right to the edge. My thighs started to shake. My moans got louder, echoing in the empty bar. “Cavern—fuck—I’m gonna—”

My best friend, Megan Hahn, was at Cooper's Barbecue, cradling a beer bottle in her arms as she bawled her eyes out and wailed, "I wanted to introduce my elder brother to you after he returned, so that Nicky can become my very own niece. "But he's unable to have children, which makes him no different from a useless piece of trash. How could I do you dirty like that when we're best friends?" As she said all that, her phone rang.

please. He added a second finger, scissoring them gently, curling them just right. The pleasure built until I was shaking, moaning nonstop. You're so tight, he groaned. Gonna feel even tighter when I fuck you. I was crying now, pleasure and fear and love mixing together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. I loved him. I knew it. This was wrong. My brother’s best friend. My best friend’s brother. But I was already falling so hard it hurt.

When my mind right now is no longer filled with you—but with someone else. Your own brother. Xavier.

Standing in front of me was a gentleman—someone who never bullied me, someone who genuinely fell in love with me regardless of my speech difficulties. Tyler made me comfortable, supported me, and he was loud about it. And then Lucas…my stepbrother. He was the opposite of everything I wanted in a relationship, and still I found myself comparing them both. I felt myself justifying and excusing Lucas's previous actions. What was worse was that I think I liked Lucas more than I showed. Tyler reached for my hands, rubbing slowly. “Is there something you're not telling me?” There it was—his insecurity. And I hated how it was starting to get on my nerves.

For six years, every time I went on a business trip with my brother, I always hoped to meet my mate. My brother met his mate at nineteen. He said there is no better feeling that meeting your mate. He said chosen mates are unstable relationships that usually lead to disaster. Seeing how his relationship with his mate has always been solid, I’m taking his advice. I’ve always kept myself healthy, clean of drugs, and I don’t drink. I also have never been involved with any women. I don’t want any emotional baggage entering into my relationship with my mate. I don’t want her worrying about anything when it concerns me. No past women, no past crimes, no shady business. I just hope she is the same.

My confidence, already fragile after the rough night and the twin argument I’d sensed but couldn’t name, started to fray at the edges. Brianna’s questions were too personal, too invasive for a sister to ask about her own brother’s sex life, but the curiosity in her eyes looked real, almost hungry for details. She wasn’t being cruel exactly—she was being a twin who had never been shut out before, and I was the new lock on the door. “I… we connected,” I repeated, trying to keep my voice even. “It wasn’t about types or bodies. He made me feel wanted, really wanted. The rest just happened.”