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

I shot back, refusing to move. We stood there like two magnets repelling and attracting at once. His scent — clean soap and something masculine — was maddening. “I don’t need a stranger psychoanalyzing me,” he muttered. “Stranger?” I scoffed. “Please. I’ve known you for months. You are my best friend brother, remember?” “That doesn’t give you the right to judge me.” “Oh, I’ll judge whoever I want,” I said, folding my arms. “Especially when they hurt people I love.”

“If he finds out, he will destroy you. The business. Everything.” I turned to look at my brother. “Then he does not find out.” Silas laughed without humor. “You really think you can keep this a secret? You just walked into a coffee shop full of people who know Julian. You bought her coffee. You touched her.” “I did not touch her.” “You leaned close enough to breathe on her neck. That counts.” I ran a hand through my hair. He was right. I was being reckless. Careless. But every time I was near Harlow, I lost the ability to think straight.

"Family is complicated, isn't it?" The rest of the brunch passed in a blur. Sloane couldn't eat. Couldn't speak. Couldn't think. She kept her eyes on her plate. Tried not to look at him. Tried not to remember the way he'd touched her. The way he'd held her. The way he'd said he'd wait. He was James's brother. The man James despised. She felt sick. When the brunch was over, she stood by the window, staring at the garden. She heard footsteps behind her but didn't bother to turn around to look.

His head turns towards me so quickly that I nearly burst out laughing again. “How do you know that?” “I don’t. I’m guessing.” “Remind me never to play poker with you.” “Oh, my God. You did!” “Don’t sound so delighted.” “I am delighted. That’s progress.” “It was an awkward hug. We haven’t suddenly become the sort of brothers who braid each other’s hair and share their deepest feelings.” “That’s a shame. I would have loved to see you braid someone’s hair.” “I’m sure you would.”

Now I'm standing here like an idiot, waiting for Marcus to show up, because apparently I'm incapable of planning ahead. Why didn't I just drive myself? Right. Because Nina said she'd buy me coffee if I rode with her. And I am weak for free caffeine. So here I am. Waiting. And Marcus is probably balls deep in some blonde right now. I don't mean that as an insult. I mean it as a fact. My brother is a man whore. Always has been. Always will be. He dates women the way other people change socks, frequently and without much thought. Another reason Nina can't stand him. She calls him "emotionally constipated." I call him predictable.

Art asks. I shook my head. “I don’t know. That girl is unpredictable and unable to read.” “Yeah, right…” he replied. “Super extraordinarily, no one can really describe her, she’s no ordinary girl.” It seems like an open secret for both of us that my brother likes my ex-girlfriend. We aren’t that close before when dad suddenly brought him home. I also receive some physical pain from him when he found out I cheated. “Well, we have no choice.” He said who’s still staring at the plate.

With a final embrace, Mark bid his departure, leaving me to contemplate the beautiful uncertainty that awaited. As I stepped into our home, I was met with my brother's intense gaze. His disapproval hung heavily in the air, manifesting in his words. "I can't believe best friends are supposed to kiss, let alone on the lips. I'm telling Mom and Dad when they get back," he declared, his frustration evident.

I stay like this and wait for the bright room to stop spinning. This isn’t happening. This isn't HAPPENING. This is NOT FUCKING HAPPENING TO ME. The man on the bed is Calvin Gyamfi. The man who gave me the biggest orgasm in my entire life is my best friend’s brother. I fucked my best friend's brother and gave him a blow job a few moments ago. And I have the taste of him in my mouth. I try standing up, but my legs refuse to listen to my pitiful pleas. Sadly, I fall back onto the floor with him as my witness. Calvin gets out of bed to aid me, but I lift my hand to stop him. I cannot have him near me right now.

This guy had been my one true brother all throughout school. “I've missed you.” I said. “Blech, you cheesy motherfucker,” he said and I punched him in the stomach and we both burst into laughter. “I've missed you too. I want you to know that I've decided to not come between you and Steph. And I want to stay in touch with you mate. So I truly hope, you won't break my little sister's heart because that would mean I'd have to kill you.” He said and I smirked.

I deserved it. “That’s the part I’m not willing to tell yet.” I sighed and mirrored her, lifting my legs. “I’m really sorry that I can’t guess who this person is. I feel like the worst best friend in the world.” “You’re not the worst. You’ve just not been the best lately.” We both laughed at that, and the sadness began to seep away slowly. “Do you think Jerome would know who the person is?” Lisa shook her head and even laughed at that—at the thought that her brother would know anything about her.