Page 7 of Rolling with my Best Friend's Brothers

Why not keep digging when I’ve already started the grave for my sister to drop me in?

The sweet sounds of Beatrix’s laughter break the pause. She might as well be laughing at me. But what I realize is that it’s not her full hearty laugh. It’s a, “Yeah, whatever. You think you’re funny; I’ll laugh at it,” laugh.

I stand up from the edge of my bed and pace, holding the baby monitor to my ear so I don’t miss a sound. The bedrooms are each far enough away from the living room, my brothers won’t hear.

“Your big hands would feel so good spreading this baby oil all over me.”

Silence again. My heart is in my throat. I almost nutted at her words, imagining she meant my hands. I don’t have any permission to listen to this, but I can’t stop.

“Imagine my slippery fingers wrapping around your thick cock. I want you good and lubed so I can make you feel really good.” She moans but I detect the fakeness—at least that’s what I tell myself.

My world is spinning out of control. She raises the pitch of her moans. “Your cock is so big my fingers barely wrap around it… Spray my tits, come on baby, coat me.”

Fuck. I shouldn’t be listening to her private conversation and thinking of her body— all of which I’ve seen except for what her tiny bikini covered. My mouth should not be watering. My cock should not be hard. My restraint should not be MIA right now.

I stare at my closed bedroom door. I can’t open it. I have to stay in here. I should turn the monitor off.

But she’s in my head beckoning me to show her a good time, unlike the way her boyfriend fails to put her first. I would have made her come already.

“Put your cock between my big pillowy tits. I want you to come on my face.”

I’m out of my room, down the hall, baby monitor in hand before I come to my senses. There’s no stopping this freight train. My hand is on Beatrix’s door handle, but it’s locked. In three more steps, I plow through the other bedroom door, storm into the shared bathroom, and the only reason I pause is to pull the door inward to open it.

But there they are… her panties on the bathroom counter. I reach out, snagging the sinful cotton from the counter, and shove them in my pocket before barging into her room.

The dark room is illuminated by a single light that shines on Beatrix. She’s not just talking to her boyfriend—she’s giving him the full show. Both hands are on her bare tits, pushing them a little higher, adding to their fullness. She’s completely naked, sitting on the futon with her knees bent so she’s sitting on her feet, and her thighs are splayed wide.

My entire body goes hard, not just my cock. The dark curls covering her pussy spark a wildness in me that I’m not sure I can control—or maybe it’s just that I don’t want to control it. I want to sink between those toned thighs, kiss my way to her sweet center, and see how many orgasms I can give her while her fucking idiot boyfriend learns how to treat a woman.

And a twisted part of me likes the thought of being able to get her off in front of some poor schmuk. I want everyone to know that this little girl is mine. And yet… she’s not. Not yet.

The scent of baby oil leaves me conflicted, giving me just enough restraint to remember that we’re in my sister’s nursery. Beatrix is her friend. My sister would hate me for… for what? Teaching her best friend that not all men are jerks. I wish my sister knew that.

I force my eyes up Beatrix’s still-frozen stance. The shine of baby oil resurrects the words I overheard, and my balls pump a shot into my pants. Fuck!

She was talking to someone. Her phone’s not in her hands. Where is it?

Spying it in the holder in the middle of the light, I lunge for it. She scrambles to pull the sheet in front of her dusky pink nipples and that fucking dark tuft of hair that’s hiding her pussy.

“Wait, stop!” Beatrix says, attempting to keep her voice down as she removes her earbuds. A wide-eyed look of horror is on her face.

The baby monitor clanks against the light contraption, as I fumble to extract her phone, finally ripping it free and sending the rest crashing to the ground. The light flickers out, casting the room into darkness.

Her phone screen is black. Did I hit a button that cut his video feed or is the fucker such an asshole, he doesn’t reciprocate?

My thick fingers smash on the red ‘End Call’ button, and I shove her phone into my back pocket.

Six

Beatrix

I normally pride myself on being able to pivot quickly, but I can’t move. I’m not even sure I’m breathing, and the only thought going through my head is, ‘What the hell is happening?’

Footsteps indicate Gabriel is moving but not toward me. The overhead light comes on and I blink hard, still disoriented from the intrusion—and the fact that I’m not entirely upset by it.

Gabriel stares down at me from the end of the futon and slowly stalks up the edge until he’s even with me. Everything I got from his gaze earlier has returned tenfold. My fingers beg me to give them permission to drop the sheet, but I must be in shock because I can’t.

Gabriel’s voice is low and gravelly. “Unworthy fucker. Don’t spend your time with him. You deserve a boyfriend who understands how men should treat a woman.”

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