Romans & histoires My Best Friend's Brother

I told Liam, my best friend, for ages. We basically grew up together, being born just a few months apart (barely two months), and he never fails to rub it in that he was older than me. What also solidified our friendship the most was that he was the former Beta's son, and our parents were literally best friends. "I don't know; I am bored." He whined like a little child, and I rolled my eyes. "If you don't know, what do you want me to do? Go find your brother to disturb, or someone else. Not me, please."

Adams annoyingly replied. "You've never kept anything from me, if I say myself, I literally know every single damn thing about you, I know about everything going on in your life and that's because we share a strong bond, calling you my best friend is an understatement Adams, you're my brother, we're brothers and brothers should stick to each other and try to help each other isn't it?" "Just tell me what's wrong and I promise to do my best to help you like I've always done, you never keep things from me Adams, and I'm sure you're not going to start now."

I said. "Why? Is he gay!? Nope, he's a straight man." He said, making me look at him like 'heh?'. "Man? My brother is also a man." I gave him a reason cause now he'll also be jealous of bhai!? "But he's also your brother." He said. "So Nishant is also like my brother." I said. "But he's also my best friend." He said. Wtf you saying man!! "Then you're supposed to trust him! He's your best friend." I said.

Even though it was far away, just the possibility of being near him again gave me hope. He smiled at me, his thumb caressing my fingers. “I’d love to.” The intensity in his eyes combined with his words left me a little mesmerized. He wasn’t just blowing me off with a “sure” or “that sounds like fun.” He sounded genuinely excited about seeing me again. I broke away from his stare, taking another sip of champagne to calm myself down. “Okay, your teens or before was somehow messed up. What about brothers or sisters?” He cleared his throat and leaned back into his chair. “I have an older brother. He’s my best friend, and even with our hectic lives, we make sure to get together at least every oth

“Tyce? The same Tyce that’s put his own dick in half the pack? You need to stop being afraid that your brother is actually going to care that you’re also trying to live your best life.” “He would care about this one. Just trust me.” She snickered and covered her mouth. “Damn! You fucked Damien, didn’t you?” she teased, guessing the name of my brother’s best friend. I couldn’t help but snicker at the thought. Damien was practically a third brother to me, so I didn’t see him that way at all. But a part of me did find the idea funny. Tyce would be pissed. “Don’t guess!” I finally responded. “I’m not going to tell you.”

"And at least three kids." "Three?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I'm assuming you're an only child?" "I have a brother," I replied. "And he's one of my best friends." "I have two sibling," he explained without me even having to ask. "One is my best friend, the other my worst enemy." "Brothers or sisters?" "One of each," he answered. "My brother is my biggest critic." "There's nothing wrong with constructive criticism," I smiled knowingly. Becca was by far my biggest critic, but it had made me who I was today. "Unless you're too proud to take it on board."

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that it would be my brother's best friend. The memories of the past came rushing back in my mind. I recalled how my twin brother was broken when he lost his best friend. Mathew Martinez was not only my brother's best friend, he was our friend too and one of the best men that we had in our team. He was more like a family and we used to consider him as one of us. “ Are you sure this is real or there's a mistake?” I couldn't help it but ask Diego just to make sure that it wasn't a case of mistaken identity. Even though I didn't want to admit it, deep down I wished he could tell me that it wasn't true.

I rocked faster, pressing my aching pussy right along his length, letting the friction tease us both. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” I breathed against his ear, my hair falling around us. “Since I was younger and you’d stand in the background watching me. I’d touch myself at night thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock. You're my brother’s best friend, and yet all I could dream about was you claiming me. Ruining me for anyone else.” Killian’s breath came out ragged. His hands slid up my sides, gripping my waist under the leather. His discipline was cracking right in front of me. The loyal right hand man who never broke rules was losing the fight.

Maya asked. “No, she doesn't,” I said quickly. “And Ethan?” “He doesn’t know either. Not yet.” Maya rubbed her forehead. “Wow...” "I didn't know. Maya, I swear I didn't know. And now that I do, and I can't... I can't do this. I can’t see Ethan anymore." "Why not? Is it not even better that he's your best friend's brother?" Maya asked, looking confused. I looked up at her like she'd lost her mind. I started shaking my head. "Maya, you don't understand; you don't get it."

He didn't even love me then why act so possessive when I was just hugging someone I know. To say about Brandon. He is like my non blood related brother. My first bestfriend Rose and Brandon little brother are dating. I become his friend since middle school. And I meet Brandon who save me God knows how many times. I would share everything him, he always be there for me. Brandon at first didn't knew about me. But one day he came to meet Rose with his brother for something in the evening and witnessed the site of some boys bullying me in a drunken state while Rose was trying to save me. He was shocked.