Page 3 of Shared By My Brother's Best Friends

Feeling a little better about my situation, relieved they know my brother so well and finally getting a good look at them, my body warms at the idea of any one of these three gorgeous guys crashing into me.

Maybe that’s why my brother never told me about them. He always hated when his friends came over to our house. They’d spend more time staring at his sister, lounging by the pool, than playing video games with him. Fortunately for Jake, because I’m five years older, I never had any interest in his friends. Something tells me, Jake knows that doesn’t have to be the case anymore. Which means I should respect my brother’s wishes and keep my distance.

“Man, I feel horrible. Maybe we should leave,” Webster says, turning to address the other two.

Royal and Kelly nod, then apologize to me in unison as Webster ushers them back toward the kitchen.

Damn it. Now I feel bad.

It’s not like they did anything wrong. It’s Jake’s fault for not telling them I’d be here and if he was so dead-set on keeping them away from me, he should have.

Hmm… That’s a good point.

Maybe I shouldn’t be so reserved. It’s not like solitude was my goal this weekend. I just wanted to relax. Get away. Why shouldn’t I also have some fun? That’s what these guys came to do. Why shouldn’t we have some fun and relax together?

“Wait,” I say, stepping out of the closet.

The three of them turn and get a good look at me for the first time. All three sets of eyes lock on my chest. The thin fabric of my tank top doesn’t leave much to the imagination under the bright hall light overhead. My nipples become hard points under their heated gazes and I don’t hesitate to tell them, “Stay.”

three

Starving

“You two finish unpacking the car,” Webster says, his voice changing, becoming more commanding. “I know it’s late, but we’ve been on the road a while and could use a good meal. Is our little mouse hungry?”

I chuckle and roll my eyes at the endearment. Not giving his quick familiarity much thought.

It’s late. I’m exhausted, but there’s an energy about these guys that my body can’t ignore. Not just in the way they look at me, but how they treat each other. A playfulness and comfort I’ve never seen before. My curiosity and need to see where this weekend will go is why I answer, “Starving.”

“Great. You wanna grab me the chicken out of the cooler there?” Webster asks me as he digs through a grocery bag on the counter.

When I hand him the chicken breasts, he fires up the stovetop and sets the temperature on the oven. Seeing the jar of pasta sauce and wedge of cheese, I guess, “Chicken parm?”

“One of my specialties.”

“Can’t wait.”

“We’re setting up the Xbox. Come on, Mel. Come play with us,” Royal says, cheerfully, carrying a box with cables sticking out and draped over the top on his way to the living room.

“Go on,” Webster tells me. “I got this.”

It’s weird. Webster is my brother’s age, five years my junior, but has the presence and authority of a man twice my age. When he asks or tells me to do something, I want to obey. I want nothing more than to please him. When he swats my ass as I turn to leave, his rough fingertips tapping my bare hip, reminding me I’m still in my underwear, now damp with my arousal, I know exactly how I want this weekend to go.

Walking into the living room takes me back to all the times I walked in on my brother and his friends back in the day. Royal and Kelly, barking at each other, fighting about what game to play.

“Why don’t we let the lady of the house decide,” Royal says, spinning when I chuckle behind them. “What game do you want to play, Sunshine?”

My cheeks heat at the out-of-the-blue nickname. “Oh, I don’t play.” I sit on the oversized chair, not much smaller than a love seat, next to Royal and Kelly where they sit on the couch.

“We’ll change that. After a few drinks,” Kelly says, cracking open a beer and handing it to me.

“I’m more likely to pass out after a few drinks.” As I sip my beer, Kelly and Royal settle on a game and start playing.

Watching the game is okay, but watching the guys fuck around, give each other shit—boys being boys—is beyond entertaining. They keep me awake despite the late hour and alcohol taking it's toll on me.

“Is it okay if we eat in here?” Webster asks, handing me a plate as my eyes droop during a cut scene.

“Yeah. Of course.” I take the plate and set it in my lap.

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