My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 2

My dick is so hard. It's so hard for her, and she doesn't even know it. I've never thought about her while I fucked, but now that I have...I can't seem to get her off my mind.

She looks hot when she's pissed. Her arms are crossed underneath those heavenly tits, her nipples staring directly at me. Even with her blonde curly hair thrown up into a messy bun, she still looks fuckable.

To do the only thing I know how to do to hide these feelings for her, I put on my best asshole facade. "We were kind of in the middle of something." I glance down at my hard-on, Maddie's cheeks turning red for the second time tonight.

"Well finish it elsewhere," she grumbles and shoots a death stare over at Sadie. "It's not happening here."

"Why are you such a fucking bitch?" Sadie asks. "You have a goddamn stick shoved so far up your ass. Just let people have some fun! Christ."

Maddie gets that look on her face. The look where I can tell she's about to cry. I know she means well, and I know she's just protective, but sometimes she takes it too far. She acts like everyone's parent, and that's not going to get her liked around school. There's a reason she's not popular.

Her blue eyes are glossy when she turns for the hallway, not saying another word to either of us. Maybe I should have stood up for her. Maybe I should have said something, but when Sadie places her hand back on my dick my mind goes elsewhere.

"Now where were we?" She smirks, her red-painted lips attaching to my neck once more.

***

The next morning I woke up downstairs on Ethan's couch in the living room, my head throbbing and my stomach rumbling from being so hungry.

Jesus, what time is it?

I smack around for my phone on the coffee table, my fingers finally grasping what I'm looking for. Multiple texts pop up on my screen. One from Sadie.

Best night of my life, she wrote. I'll be thinking about what that tongue can do the rest of the day.

Oh, shit. Memories from last night slowly seep back in. How I came the hardest I ever have before, thinking about Maddie's innocent little lips wrapped around my dick.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.

Letting out a groan, I head into the kitchen where I hear pots and pans slamming together, finding Maddie in front of the sink washing the dishes. There are two plates of breakfast sitting on top of the island, and I cautiously inch towards it, my stomach letting out another growl.

Her hair is up in the usual messy bun, and a large t-shirt with a pair of pajama pants on. She's never cared about what she looks like in front of me. Why would she? Like I said before, I've seen her at her worst. I've known her forever.

"Is this...for me?" I ask.

I'm afraid she'll attack me after what happened last night, but instead, she just nods, giving me the silent treatment.

That's even worse.

Rather than get into an argument, I grab the plate of eggs and bacon and scarf it down within minutes. It's so good that I'm disappointed there isn't any left. "Thank you," I tell her, taking it upon myself to wash the plate so she doesn't have to.

"You're welcome," she replies, keeping her answer short.

It's not until she goes to head upstairs that I clear my throat, freezing her in her tracks. She slowly turns to look at me, and it seems like she already knows what I'm about to say because she lets out a sigh and stares at her feet, which are covered in a pair of fuzzy socks.