I Think I Slept With My Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

“I know, we used to be best friends by then remember?” “We were very close, we even called ourselves brothers” “Yeah and I still remember how much fun we used to have during sleepovers” I say smiling as I sip more whiskey. “Why didn’t you even consider all this before backstabbing me the way you did, before sleeping with my girlfriend, Sophia”

You used to worship me like a god and we used to share everything. Since when did we drift apart, brother? OK, I guess I know the answer. I slept with his girlfriend and his girlfriend's roommate, who was also his best friend slash soulmate slash ex-girlfriend... At the same time. Twice. OK, I'm an asshole and I don't deserve my younger brother's love or respect. But at the same time, I certainly don't deserve to die because of what I've done. I mean, women come and go all the time, but brotherhood stays forever, right?

" I faked a smile while I walked back to him. I got close, our faces only inches apart as I looked up at him. "Do you remember back in highschool when you accused me of sleeping with our best friend?" Pain swam behind his eyes the second I brought it up. It was as if he knew what I was going to say. "It wasn’t just him. I slept with your brother too!" His face paled…

He moved away from me slightly and laid on his back, pulling me tightly to his side. I put my head on his chest and slung my leg over his and my arm across his waist; he reached down and took hold of my hand, intertwining out fingers. His lips grazed the top of my head and I closed my eyes, feeling happier than I had done for a long time. Just before I fell asleep I had a horrible feeling that this was a mistake that I would end up paying for tomorrow. I mean, I’d just made out with my brother’s best friend, who is a total man-whore, and who only cares about himself.

Then he stepped back, running a hand over his face. I knew, even in my haze, what this meant for him. Dante’s best friend. The family’s most trusted enforcer. Touching the boss’s little sister in a club booth, making her scream his name, carrying her home like a secret lover. In our world, that was betrayal. A death sentence if anyone found out. The room went quiet except for my slow breathing. The alcohol and adrenaline had finally won. I slipped into deep sleep. The taste of him and the feel of his fingers still lingering on my skin.

His hand brushed her knee. The room went silent when I shoved the door open. Liv gasped. Scott froze. “What the hell is this?” I snapped. “Jordan—” she started. “Don’t.” I turned to Scott. “You. Out. Now.” Scott stood, hands raised slightly. “Bro, it’s not what it looks like—” “Oh, really? Because it looks like my best friend is hooking up with my little sister.” “Jordan—” “Shut up!” I roared. “You’ve been sneaking around behind my back? How long has this been going on?”

Or was I being set up? The man I slept with a few days ago, the one who made me scream in utmost ecstasy, the one I couldn't get out of my head despite my situation, was standing in front of me, telling me he's my brother-in-law. The room began to spin again, can today get any better?.

Beneath the same sheets. Flashes come rushing back—his hands, my hands, the kiss, the sound I made— No. No. No. Alice will kill me. I jump out of bed. The room is his—posters, books, pictures—all Dominic. I grab my clothes and shove them on, my hands shaking. Of all the insane things that could happen… sleeping with my best friend’s brother? Does the universe hate me that much? Alcohol made this curly-haired nerd look hot. Too hot.

“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.

Shane takes another look and then frowns; how could my brother and his friend do this to me? I cannot believe this. I knew my brother was jealous of me getting the company our mother had passed down, but I never thought he would stoop this low. I dared to sleep with him, too. You were not in the right mind when you did that, Maddison. You had just learned that your ex-husband had been unfaithful during your fifth anniversary, and then, to top it all off, he got the woman pregnant. I know I should not, but I feel guilty about sleeping with your brother.