Page 24 of Messing With My Brother's Best Friends

Flick her clit to the thought of me getting naked. Feel a rush of pleasure so intense she was forced to clamp her jaw shut, lest she let out a throaty moan. Feel a strange kind of excitement, one I hadn’t felt in years, as my hand wrapped around my cock, my mind trying to imagine her doing the same.

Her fingers, so much smaller, smoother than mine, barely able to wrap around my girth as she jacked me slowly. Not too fast at the start, despite the fact I wanted that. She teased me with long, slow, swivelling strokes that had her palm rubbing across the sensitive head, the ring of her fingers tightening just under it. Fuck… fuck… I almost panted that out because I was already so fucking close. Usually jerking off was a shitty, furtive thing, done while scrolling through an endless wallpaper of nude girls with oh-so-inviting smiles, until I came hard enough to get a good night’s sleep. Instead, I slowed my strokes, wanting to prolong the experience.

Would she kiss me? Move closer, those ruby red lips glistening, but right when I went to claim them, she pulled away with a tiny giggle. She knew what she was doing to me, knew what power she possessed, and she wasn’t afraid to wield it. I was dream-Kendall’s bitch, and I loved it. But she edged closer, promising me the world with those eyes that glittered with challenge, so close I could feel her breath on my face, her scent in my nose. I wanted her so fucking badly, and that’s why I lost control.

My balls pulled up tight, ready to erupt, bringing me back to the room, the sound of the shower, everything. I gripped my cock tight, as if to cut off the cum, to stop it from flowing, but vicious, vicious pleasure rocketed through me, making my head spin and my vision start to go black at the edges right before I shot my load against the door. Pulse after pulse, it felt like it was being torn from me, the pain making the pleasure so much sharper and sweeter. I gasped out her name, over and over, knowing I’d do the same if my dream ever came true, but just for a second, I saw what would come afterwards.

My hands would move to clean up the mess I’d made, scooping up my cum and feeding it into her greedy little cunt, needing to mark her in the most primal way possible, using my slippery fingers to tease her clit until she came hard, sucking every drop of my seed inside her where it belonged. Then, and only then, I’d pull her close, holding her tight and never letting her go, telling her that as I pushed my nose into her hair. I’d sleep with her like that, locked in my arms, my lips pressed against her forehead.

But instead I was just standing here, dick hanging out with a mess to clean off the door.

I grabbed an old t-shirt off the floor and wiped the door clean, then tossed it in the washing basket before collapsing onto the bed. Usually when I jerked off I was left tired and wrung out, but this time I only felt the latter. The ache was back in the centre of my chest because she wasn’t lying down beside me. Instead, my bed felt big and empty as I pulled a sheet over myself.

But maybe one day…

That tiny flicker of hope was all I needed to ease the ache somewhat. Maybe if I did everything right, after doing everything wrong, she’d see me. Not as the dickhead who aided and abetted her brother’s attempts to terrorise her, but as a man. The one who had been forced to grow the fuck up and realise what an idiot he’d been.

People called me a pie-eyed optimist and that was OK. Dreaming big and aiming high, that’s what motivated me. Who fucking knew what you could achieve if you tried? And I’d try for Kendall. Whatever it took to get my girl in my room, not just to fuck, but… Forever, that was the promise I made to myself as I nodded. As my lover, my girlfriend, my…

Wife?

I’d never thought of settling down with a girl, but Kendall? Yeah the thought of her wearing my ring on her finger was pretty damn sweet. My eyelids fluttered closed as I heard the shower stop running, and I started to dream, of the most perfect girl in the world dressed in white as I walked towards her.

Chapter 14

Kendall

Operation Beef Stock Cube was go.

I’d fucked around with the shower head with great trepidation, but before she let me out of the door, Alan and Barbie had me practise on their fancy, schmancy waterfall shower head. It was surprisingly easy to get it off and then put the stock cube in. So I did just that as I stood dripping in the guys’ shower, then I towelled off and sprinted down the hall and into my own room, as if I might get caught at any second. Maybe they had showers in the evening, wanting to freshen up before bed.

Nope.

I put some sheets on my bed and slipped under the covers, marvelling at the space in my new room and the coolness that came from the ducted air conditioning, and surprisingly fell easily asleep.

Right up until early the next morning.

“What the fuck!”

My eyes flicked open at the shout that reverberated through the entire house, and I was up and out of bed, grabbing my work uniform that I’d set out before I went to sleep and pulling it on at record speed. Socks, undies, bra, pants, shirt. I was shoving my feet into my shoes as I heard the others rouse.

“What the fuck, Connor?” Van asked.

Oh my god, I’d got Connor with the bone-broth shower trick? I tried not to grin, failed, and then shoved my phone in my pocket. Car keys, house keys, wallet—I had everything I needed, so I jerked the bedroom door open and made a beeline for the front door.

“Who put something in the fucking shower?” Connor shouted, stomping out into the hallway dripping wet and… My eyes widened. Naked, very, very naked.

“Put what…?” Gage leaned in, dressed only in a paper thin pair of sleep shorts, all those tattoos on display. He sniffed at Connor’s hair, who shoved him away. “Why the fuck do you stink like Bonox?”

Bonox was this weird beef paste thing that nannas used to make into a hot, savoury drink. Kinda like vegemite but even weirder.

“Wasn’t me,” Van said.

“Not me either,” Gage replied, throwing up his hands, which just made me chuckle.

I wasn’t about to pretend that I didn’t do it. Why the hell should I? I understood now exactly why they pulled all those pranks on me. Catching someone like Connor Woods by surprise? That was all too delicious.

“Didn’t like the shower steamer I installed for you?” I said with a wide grin. “Sorry. I just thought it would be a nice way to thank you…” My head tilted sideways. “For all the bullshit you used to put me through.”

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