Craving My Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

“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.”

But my presence, the bond pulling at him in ways the pack has started to notice, the way he moves differently when I am near, the way his wolf reaches for something it cannot have, all of it is showing. I did not set out to become a liability to him. I came back to help. I came back to find my sister. I came back because my mother called and I could not say no but intention does not change the outcome. Tywin touches my arm. He tilts his head toward the end of the corridor, it’s time to go. I nod and we stand. We walk away slowly, quietly, our footsteps soft against the stone. I do not look back at the door. I do not need to. The words are already inside my head. Two weeks.

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."

"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.

Little Cree saw the plates and immediately his face darkened. “ Big Brother Zhong, don't tell me you want more of the Green Tofu and Fried Cassava because they were so delicious? Well, I'm sorry to tell you that even though you're my friend, I won't give you any! My beautiful Elder sister said that I'm the only one allowed to crave it, and she'll only cook it for me!” He said all of this without pausing, squinting his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

Not fair…not fair at all… On a normal day, this would have been an exclusive sight to watch, the way his abs flexed out in the bright moonlight, the way his body made my pussy so fucking wet, I craved to scream daddy to him, but not today, cause a part of me was sick and tied of letting my heart bleed, sick and tired of living in fantasies, sick and tired of craving something I could never have I was really suffering…badly “It’s always about my brother right?” It wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement, and I was too frustrated to care “I know that if not because my brother and you are best friends, you would want nothing to do with me…” “What are you saying?” He stopped wrapping my le

I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my forehead and temples. “He was the best brother anyone could ask for. He was my rock, he was my world. While other girls would drive every possible topic to their boyfriends, I drove every potential topic to my brother,” I started as the tears prick the back of my eyes and my breathing started to get heavy. I gave out a weak laugh when flashes of annoyed faces my old friends would give me whenever I brought my brother up pop into my head. He was good looking and my friends often call him “drool- worthy” at times but when someone brings the dude up a million times, people were bound to get annoyed.

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.

in a billionaire’s drama. I drove back to the Lodge, unloaded the groceries in a kitchen that still smelled of Mia’s silent fury, and walked into my bedroom. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Luca: See you by 9:00 PM, sweet. I can’t wait to fuck your wet pussy. I sank onto the edge of my bed, the heat blooming between my thighs at the sheer, raw filth of his words. He was an engaged man. He was my best friend’s brother. And in less than an hour, I was going to let him do exactly what he wanted.