Page 2 of Shared By My Brother's Best Friends

“No point in hiding, little mouse. We know you’re here.” One of them calls out.

A storm of feet thunder down the hallway.

I might as well show myself. It’s not a big cabin. Not a lot of places to hide. They’ll find me soon enough.

But I’m too scared to move. Frozen when their footsteps stop on the other side of the closet door.

Knock. Knock.

My fists lock tightly around the bat as the knob turns and the dim light of the hall peeks through the ever widening crack in the door.

I’m not going down without a fight.

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“Whoa. Easy,” the front man says, grabbing the bat before it whacks him across the face. “We’re not gonna hurt ya.”

The hungry look in the other guy’s eyes as they take in my mostly naked body doesn’t support his claim.

It takes me a second to realize the reason for their lingering gaze. My tits, bouncing all over the place as I try to wring the bat out of their friend’s hand.

Opting for modesty over weaponry, I let the bat go and wrap my arms around myself. “Get out of my house.”

“Your house?” The dark, bearded man asks, propping the bat on his shoulder.

“My parent’s, but yeah.”

“Melody,” the taller, lighter haired guy, standing behind the bearded man’s right shoulder says, pointing at me.

“How do you know my name?” This encounter just went from scary to creepy.

“I’m Webster. This is Royal,” the front man, Webster, throws a thumb over his right shoulder. “And Kelly.” He nods over his left.

They all smile like they know me and are excited for me to realize I know them too.

But I don’t. All I can do is look at them, confused, shaking my head and shrugging my shoulders. The panic is still very much alive in my chest, my heart thudding on my ribs, but the rest of my body isn’t so sure they’re the threat I’d thought they were.

“Of course, Jake’s never mentioned us.”

“Your friends with my brother?”

Webster nods and shows me the key to the cabin, hanging from Jake’s football keychain. “Here for spring break.”

“Where’s Jake?” I ask.

And why didn’t he tell me he planned on using the cabin this week? Why didn’t he tell these guys I’d be here this weekend? I told Jake I’d be here.

“He can’t make it until Monday. We decided to come up early. Get a head start.”

“Oh.” That explains it.

“Didn’t know anyone else would be here. Sorry for crashing in on you.”

“Literally,” I mumble.

“Yeah. Sorry about that,” the third guy, Kelly, with the green eyes to match his name and the broadest build of the three says and shrugs. “I’m a bull in a China shop.”

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