Craving My Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

I scoffed but hesitated. A sick thrill burned through me. I’d had two boyfriends before marrying Henry, had fucked them plenty, but nothing—not their cocks, not their tongues, not their cum—had ever satisfied the deep, aching void inside me the way that one drunken blowjob from my twin brother had. My thighs trembled. This whole Thanksgiving felt like fate—like the universe had handed me the perfect excuse to finally satisfy the sick, twisted craving that had lived between my legs for eight goddamn years.

I didn’t know yet that I’d just found the one thread that, pulled hard enough, could unravel him or that ten years later, I’d still remember exactly where to find it. We spent the whole afternoon the way kids do trading names, testing each other out, figuring out where the edges were. I found out he didn’t have a best friend. I told him he should get one, that Alexandra and I did everything together, that my brother was the best best friend anyone could have. Alexandra just shrugged, already looking at Marion the way you look at something you’ve decided to keep. Marion nodded slightly. Like he’d gotten the message. Like he’d filed it away somewhere I couldn’t see.

It’s a bittersweet feeling, being forgotten. Cassius, my oldest brother Xachariah’s best friend, will become the pack’s beta in a few years when he reaches the age of twenty-seven. He and my brother have been inseparable since birth, and as an only child, he has always treated me like a little sister.

He was more than a brother to her, and he was her best friend, her crime partner. ( Vihaan Singhania, the Youngest brother, number 5 ) "What happened Cupcake, why are you crying?" Vihaan asked with worry, and all the brothers made her sit on the couch and wiped her tears. "I missed you all so much," She said, still crying. When the other brother trying to console her, the fourth guy said..... "You didn't miss me Munchkin?" the fourth guy asked with a pout. "How can I not miss you Karan Bhai?" She said and gave a tight hug to him as well.

My jaw tightened, because that much was also true, Eden loved him stupidly, and unless there is a ground breaking evidence, she won’t believe me—and the last thing I want to do is look stupid in front of her. Which means, I don't have a choice, but to do it. I shouldn’t do this. I know I shouldn’t. “Let’s see how long that lasts, dear brother.” I had promised father that I was going to be rational, and aside for the hatred I had for my brother--I knew this was more than the hatred I had for Thorne. Ever since I have been involved with this Eden girl, I have been losing control of myself. Stalking. Obsessing.

They were addicted to each other to the point where they would die if they were separated. My Hottie Biker: I'm missing you, Kiddo. My Kiddo: Missing you so much, my hottie biker and my hottie CEO. He chuckled after reading her message. My Hottie Biker: What a coincidence. My Kiddo: Hehe, you were missing me too? My Hottie Biker: Yes, you're not leaving my mind. My Kiddo: Same pinch. My Hottie Biker: I was just imagining you in the kitty bra.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

"You'll come Saturday, right? He'd love to see you." I lost my appetit and turned off the stove. "Of course," I said. "Wouldn't miss it.” Luca King,or Father Luca, my best friend's brother who I was in love with would be back in the same city with me for six weeks. That night I lay in bed and told myself that six weeks was nothing, that I was an adult, and I had this under control. Then I closed my eyes. And his hands were inside me again, working out my orgasms.

“We still have hours left to play with my favorite stepbrother.” Kyle collapsed back, breathing hard, knowing he was completely addicted to his stepsister and her best friend.

“I'm sorry. I just - didn't expect you to be at my house - not until the weekend.” “I told her so—” Noah chuckled. Ignoring Cassie, I looked at him. “Thank you for coming to get me. I'll save today's bus fare.” I smiled before relaxing my back again. Noah was my best friend's only brother. Just like me, I had only Christian. In that same manner, Cassie had only Noah. The sixth rule applied to Noah and Christian. Although Cassie was never going to have anything to do with my brother - she was six years older than he is, after all. Somehow, it was just me to whom the sixth rule applied.