My Best Friend Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste Novels & Stories

A smile flashed on her face, seeing his cute antics. She pulled his cheeks and uttered, "My cutie biker." Ethan shook his head and walked away without saying anything because he didn't want his best friend to reveal his intimate moments with his girlfriend in front of his sister. "Cole, he is my brother, but don't worry, we'll soon make him accustomed to catching us like this." She gave him a sly grin while winking. "This is the only reason I love you so much, Kiddo." He cupped her face and kissed her lips one more time, smiling merrily.

she ordered gently. “I was trying to study last night, but they had the music so fucking loud that I kept having to reread the words in my history textbook. I got so frustrated that I stormed outside and asked Jason to turn the music lower.” “And what did your brother do?” “He told me to drink something instead of trying to ruin his party and then Sean added to the already embarrassing situation and called me a bore, and I stupidly looked at his lap and he caught me,” I whispered embarrassed, but my best friend knows that I used to and still kind of have a crush on my brothers best friend. “He freaking patted his other thigh and asked if I wanted to join Heather on his lap. I was freaking hu

My brother was silent for a full minute before he said quietly, "Because they're yours." I'm not sure what possessed me, but an urge came over me that I couldn't resist. Pulling the panties toward my lips, I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the damp fabric. My tastebuds exploded with a medley of wondrous flavors. It was incredibly salty. Much saltier than cum from any boy I had ever tasted. Finally, I reached over with one hand toward my brother's belly and dragged two fingers through the small pool of cum again.

The scent of oud reached me before he did. Suddenly, I saw the boy in the cafeteria. The one who'd looked me over and said, 'I don't want to.' The grumpy brother of my best friend who would never even look at me then.

would finally have each other, how we’d get along so well, how this blended family was going to be perfect. I barely tasted the food. My mind was spinning. The guy I’d crushed on for months—the one I’d stalked on social media, jerking my cock raw to his shirtless gym pics and those low-hanging basketball shorts—was now my fucking stepbrother. The same guy who had caught me on my knees with my best friend's dick down my throat just hours ago was going to be living under the same roof.

When she finally did, her voice came out steadier than I expected. “Make no mistake, Dylan… Nothing is going on between us,” she said firmly. “This… this was a mistake.” “You’re my best friend’s brother, and there’s an unspoken rule about not dating each other’s siblings. We can’t do this; I won’t.” She held my gaze for a long second, something raw and painful flickering across her face. Then she turned and walked out of the music room, the door clicking shut behind her like a final note. I stood there, heart pounding, the taste of her kiss lingering and her cum on my tongue. My body ached, but my chest ached worse.

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

My brother was silent for a full minute before he said quietly, "Because they're yours." I'm not sure what possessed me, but an urge came over me that I couldn't resist. Pulling the panties toward my lips, I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the damp fabric. My tastebuds exploded with a medley of wondrous flavors. It was incredibly salty. Much saltier than cum from any boy I had ever tasted. Finally, I reached over with one hand toward my brother's belly and dragged two fingers through the small pool of cum again.

I could feel his gaze like fingers on my skin. “So,” he said, his tone playful yet edged, “you got yourself a new pet.” The word pet hit me like a slap. Heat rose in my chest anger, humiliation, something ugly I couldn’t name. And underneath it all, jealousy twisted, sharp and unexpected. How many before me? His smile widened, the mischief in his eyes turning darker. “Can I taste her, brother?” I blinked. Taste me? The way he said it so casual, like I was a drink he could sample made my stomach churn.

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