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

A loud snarl came from a few feet away. I rolled my eyes when I recognized who it was. I’m seriously sick of the drama! When will this whole thing be over?! “What the hell do you want?” I huffed. I just hope this won’t take long… My candies are waiting for me at home! And so is my stupid brother… I have to teach him a lesson about never touching my candies… “You can’t date him, Liv! You two were friends! Are you seriously going to date your childhood friend?” He acted as if I was doing something wrong and disgusting.

"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.

Only to have dad's blue eyes pin me down. I smiled sheepishly. "Don't think you're off the hook just yet young lady," dad's sharp eyes glared down on me, making me gulp and nod quickly. "Just don't tell Bash about it. He'd not stop taunting me if he knew." I sighed in defeat. Bash was my older brother who was off in college on his last year. Being older didn't mean being mature. He was practically the definition of the annoying older brother. He was also best friends with Kaleb.

“Sofia, she’s my sister and your best friend. She’s going to find out at some point. We can’t hide our relationship forever.” “Henry … please,” I whispered. Of course I wanted the world to know that I scored a hunk of a man, but I wasn’t ready to tell my best friend of fifteen years that I was fucking her brother who I was supposed to hate. “We will tell her but not right now. I promise, just please let’s tell her when I’m ready.” He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “What are you afraid of? Are you ashamed of me?” I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him back down to me for a kiss. “No. Don’t even think that. I’m just not ready to tell her that I’ve been fucking her brother.”

Her gaze softened as she perched beside me on the bed. “Come on, tell me what’s going on. I feel like I’m missing something,” she said quietly. I stared down at my fingers. “There’s so much you’re not telling me,” she continued, her voice soft and almost pleading. “I feel like I’m losing my best friend.” My vision blurred. I blinked once, then twice. Were those tears? What could I possibly tell her? How I’d slept with her brother? Let him fuck me with his fingers? How his girlfriend had insulted me because he told her I was an orphan? How I was struggling to write because he was, somehow, my muse?

Butterflies filled my stomach and I almost gagged because of how nervous I felt. We played truth or dare, then he dared me to kiss him. Holy shit! To prove to him that I wasn't a kid anymore, but a super fine eighteen year old—a soon-to-be freshman at that, I fucking kissed him. It's been over a month and we've been doing it ever since then...in secret. My biggest, darkest secret—Hayden… my best friend's brother.

I asked. “What?” “You know.” “No, I don’t know.” “Um, do it all the way?” “Sometimes. And sometimes I get close and finish with my hand.” I didn’t want to ask the next question, so I was glad when he answered it before I had a chance to. “And no, I don’t swallow it.” I smiled. “I do. I like the taste.” As soon as I said it, my cheeks felt hot. I couldn’t believe I had just admitted that to my brother.

Fera studies my face, “Should I go ahead?” A lifetime of memories locked in one small town. Ben, James, my friends, my coworkers, my pack. “It’s for the best,” I murmur, feeling a hollow ache inside of me. “My –” I hesitate, “My brother raised me in that town, you know.” I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to share this. Somebody needs to know about my wonderful brother who was my best friend and who died protecting me. “Ben. He was the best brother I could have asked for.”

She wondered why she never told Tilly about the way she felt for her brother. It was weird, because she and Tilly told each other everything. They kept nothing from each other. Tilly parents had even invested in her food truck business when she started it to show their support, but she'd kept her crush on Kaleb a secret. Maybe she was just scared of the way Tilly would react. What if Tilly didn't like the idea of her dating her brother? Would it leave a mark on their relationship?

Only to have dad's blue eyes pin me down. I smiled sheepishly. "Don't think you're off the hook just yet young lady," dad's sharp eyes glared down on me, making me gulp and nod quickly. "Just don't tell Bash about it. He'd not stop taunting me if he knew." I sighed in defeat. Bash was my older brother who was off in college on his last year. Being older didn't mean being mature. He was practically the definition of the annoying older brother. He was also best friends with Kaleb.