Romans & histoires I Think I Slept With My Brother's Best Friend

She pulled two takeaway cups toward herself and leaned against the counter. “Go on.” I lowered my voice. “It’s… for a friend.” She rolled my eyes. “Sure, ask away.” “So… let’s say this friend did something really stupid.” “Okay…” “She slept with her best friend’s brother.” Olivia’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, that's juicy.” She shot off from the counter, suddenly interested. “And her best friend has absolutely no idea.” “No she doesn't,” I swallowed, saying it out loud made it sound even worse. “And now my friend thinks that the brother has a girlfriend.”

“I'm staying in your room?“ my eyes widened when we walked into the room and I realized it was his. He shut the door. I thought he was just leading me to the guest room. He didn't mean that we would sleep on the same bed right? “Are you scared?“ I swallowed. “Of?“ He grinned as he turned to me. “That you won't be able to hold yourself?“ “You are delusional,” I muttered. He laughed. “Do you remember when we stayed together in the tent during our school's camping trip?“ “Yeah,” That same night the realization that I liked my best friend's brother, hit me. “Why are you bringing it up now?“ He chuckled and let go of me then headed to the bed. “I'm just saying it would not be the first time we've

"I'll give my future mate a ceremony just as beautiful." Marcus paused, noticing my pale complexion for the first time. "By the way, were you feeling sick yesterday? Did you take any healing herbs?" Marcus thought I'd missed the ceremony because I was ill. I knew it had to be another lie Garrett told my brother to explain my absence. Probably something about a stomach bug or female troubles. Since I didn't want any more entanglements with Garrett anyway, I went along with it. "I already took some herbs." My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears.

MARCUS It had not exactly taken a rocket scientist to figure out the supposed connection between myself and Sophia. Or rather, some other guy and Sophia, because I sure as hell had not slept with her. I had not wanted to ask too many questions, but I was fairly certain that the person who had actually taken Sophia's virginity had been my twin brother, Blake. Who else could it have possibly been? Perhaps I should have made things clear to Sophia right away, but I was not the type of man who made quick decisions without thinking them through properly. Blake had obviously had his reasons for doing what he had done.

I try to explain to them. But it seems they're not listening since they've already reached their conclusion. "Really? Or did you just think it was fun to be in bed with your bestfriend's ex?" Ryan throws at me. That one stinks. I bit my lips and nods. Are we stooping low, now? I raise my head and fix my eyes on Ryan's. "Bestfriend's ex!" I stress the last words. "And you're in no position to question who I sleep with. At least I'm not the one fucking my brother's daughter!"

I heard Alison's gentle knock on my door; before I could open the door, she barged in, ambushing me. “Tell me everything to the tiniest details, and don't you dare skip anything.” She pulled me to the bed. “I slept with Alejandro, Lucas's father.” I blurted out. Alison's eyes grew big as saucers as she watched me in disbelief. “OH MY GOD!” she screamed. “ How, where, when?” She could hardly breathe, trying to get her words out. “I met him at a bar, and he took me to his apartment.”

It's because he slept with her best friend that she won't take him back. He chuckled sarcastically now at the thought. This morning he received a message from one of his friend. He gritted his teeth as he looked at the message. Hey bro, I just heard the news today, did you really slept with Cherrie's bff? I went to Angolia Beach with my girlfriend so it slips my mind. I also saw Cherrie that night with Frank Mason, they entered Suisun Hotel. Better leave the news alone. It will be better to be known as a womanizer than a cuckold. Sorry I forgot to send it right away.

She admitted. “Wow, so you and your brother's best friend have been doing it behind the doors, that sounds so sneaky, now I wish I was a writer so bad, I would write a book about you both and title it ‘Sleeping with my brother's best friend.’ or isn't that the best title?” I gushed, her face scrunched in disgust, I could not hold the laughter in, I know she was pissed at me right now with the invisible arrows that were being shot at me. “I am not even sleeping with him,” She scowled.

That truth sat heavy on my chest like a brick. I turned my head. The other side of the bed was empty. The pillow still had the shape of his head pressed into it. I reached out and touched the cold fabric. He had been gone for a while already. I sat up and pressed my palms against my face. What did I do? I slept with my husband's older brother. Twice. The first time I could blame the darkness and the alcohol. But last night? Last night I walked into his room, grabbed his shirt, and kissed him first. There was no excuse for that. No darkness to hide behind.

I don’t let it cloud my mind for too long. Once our breaths finally even out. Jake’s arms find their way around me and we cuddle while still naked, sweaty, and sticky but it’s the last thing on my mind. I lay my head on his bare chest and we both end up falling asleep after having the best sex of my life. Suddenly my eyes shoot open and the first thing that comes to mind is what the hell did I just do. I just slept with my best friend's twin brother.