Craving My Brother's Best Friend の小説・ストーリー

"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.

That was the real reason I lied to my best friend. I wasn't even that hungry for food. But I was hungry for something else. Something I had been trying to push down ever since we stepped into this house. It felt unstoppable now. I moved quietly through the hallway. His scent grew stronger with every step. I didn't know his exact scent yet, but something about it pulled me forward like a rope around my waist. 'No, Thea. Stop.' My wolf rose up inside me, her voice sharp. 'What if it's not him? What if it's someone else? How will you explain yourself?'

“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.

“This is fucked, man. All of it.” Ethan leaned back against his truck. “You think I don’t know that?” “We’ve been friends since sixth grade. You remember when my dad took us camping and you fell in the river trying to show off?” Jake gave a short laugh that died quick. “Now I can’t even look at you without wanting to swing again. Because of my sister.” “I remember,” Ethan said quietly. “I remember a lot of shit. That’s why this sucks so bad.”

I still cannot see his face, but I know he is looking at me. "What stopped you?" he asks. I think about it. I could give him a clean answer. Something about family, and about duty. Something that sounds like the right thing to say. I keep thinking about the way her voice cracked when she said Sailyn's name. My mother, who has never cracked at anything. "I kept thinking about her," I sighed deeply, “She is my sister, I have to help her. Even though I feel trapped.” “Trapped?”

IVANA'S POV This was so wrong. Very wrong in all aspects, but why did I want more? Why did I crave for more? Why did I want Ruslan to pin me against the wall and fuck me senselessly? We don't share the same blood, but still, we are siblings by marriage. Me, Ruslan and Lara. We are siblings by marriage, but why do I want my step-brother to fuck me like a whore? Like a slut who after being fucked, would be paid for her service?

I want to explore more with them, even if it's just a purely physical connection. Plus, Zuri is already attached. She's already never going to see her father again, I want her to have her "uncles" in her life. Does my brother even care that being here would destroy my mental health and every ounce of happiness I've managed to gain since escaping Isaac? "Your henchmen brought me here, like you asked. So, what do you want, big brother?" I ask, my tone sickly-sweet. Gray doesn't look amused as he takes a slow sip of dark liquor. "Not really loving the tone you've been using with me, Alyssa. Maybe you should correct that."

Dash POV “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say as I watch my brother sit next to me. His eyes scan my face as I take a deep breath, cradling the drink in my hand. “Can you please stop staring at me?” I let out in frustration. If there’s one person who can get under my skin is my twin brother. Jagger is my best friend and sometimes I feel like he is a part of me. It’s freakishly frustrating when he looks at me and I feel like I can read his mind.

"There are other liquids other than alcohol you know. You know, a trivial thing called water perhaps. Try green tea, it tastes a lot better." He smirks, looking at me adoringly. "I'll try, but I can't make any promises." "That's all I ask of you," I look at him warmly, repeating his earlier words. And with that, I leave Tristan behind again. Except this time, I leave with a smile on my face. Okay I'll admit it. I have a crush on my brother's best friend. It's juvenile and childish, but here I am a grown woman with a crush. And it feels really nice.