Page 6 of Rolling with my Best Friend's Brothers

Me: All good except for having to cancel my call tonight

Avery: Don’t cancel. Use my ring light and don’t get too loud.

The light taunts me from the corner. She’s right, the room is far enough away that her brothers won’t hear, plus I can wear my earbuds.

Me: You’re cool with that?

Avery: Of course. I owe you anyway, never would have started doing foot fetish if not for you.

Me: I’ll consider it, thanks

Logging into my account, I check the notes section for his call. He added that he’d like to see me oiled up and slippery, playing with my tits. That’s a messy one, but it might be possible.

Where would she keep baby oil? I check the bathroom cabinet and I’m in luck—a brand-new bottle. I’ll replace it. Thinking through how this will go down, and not wanting to lube up in the bathtub, I grab several towels and two extra sheets and lay them out to protect the futon that I’ve lowered into bed mode. Setting the ring light next to it, I use the center holder to position my phone and check the angle.

The rustic log wall background will add a bit of intrigue since I usually have my bedroom wall behind me. I like it. My body stands out more against the dark wood anyway.

I also need to get naked before logging in since I’m in my usual cotton panties. Not exactly the sexy vibe I use with my fans.

One last thing… I lock the bedroom door. The only problem… the bathroom door doesn’t have a handle yet. Nor does the door at the other end of the bathroom. And the same goes for the bedroom that’s being added.

I’m tempted to text Avery’s brothers that I’m on a work call and to please not disturb me, but decide against it. They haven’t bothered me all afternoon.

Five

Gabriel

Mammoth and Wyatt haven’t noticed that I moved the receiver end of the baby monitor to my bedroom. It’s the only way I can handle pretending that Beatrix isn’t in our house, which I suppose is completely illogical.

She didn’t answer my question of whether she wants to be my little girl, but I take heart that she hasn’t said no.

My brothers are watching TV in the living room and I’m alone in my bedroom, half-heartedly sketching designs for furniture we can make from the huge tree that fell on the road. Line drawings of a spanking bench along with other sex room pieces grace my page.

Faint shuffling sounds come through the baby monitor. Nothing I haven’t heard all afternoon, but it catches my attention every time. I double check that the volume is up despite having done so several times already.

Honestly, I’d hoped that something would snap inside of me, making it clear how wrong it is to want my little sister’s best friend. Holding Beatrix close and staring into her eyes fueled my desire rather than dampening it.

I’ve begged the universe to give me a sign to back off. Let me overhear her calling Avery telling her how disgusting her brothers are. Or she could have a verbal epiphany that she’s into women. Anything to tell me to back off.

Nothing but crackles and rustling sounds.

Avery would kill me for spying on her best friend, and I’m standing there with a shovel in hand, ready to dig my grave.

Am I an asshole for listening to Beatrix without her permission? Yes.

Do I wish we’d overridden Avery’s vote and gone for the video monitor? Also, yes.

Then in a sultry voice that for a second, I don’t even recognize as Beatrix, she says, “There’s my favorite guy. I’ve been waiting to sneak away with you all day.”

My pencil falls from my hand and the pages in my drawing pad crumple as it crashes to the floor.

My chest tightens. I’m short of breath. No one answers. Unclenching my jaw and fists, as I wait for an answer. In the silence, I kick my drawing materials aside.

There’s no answer. Is she talking to me? I grab the monitor and hover my thumb over the ‘Speak’ button. The pad of my thumb touches the cold, hard plastic. I apply a tiny bit of pressure—not enough to trigger the microphone.

My breaths are shallow. I want her. I’ll sneak away with her. She doesn’t have to wait, ever.

A giggle rips the overly hopeful thoughts from my mind. A more logical situation is that she’s on the phone with her boyfriend because, of course, she would have one. Lucky bastard. I might have to see what I can do to change that.

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