Page 19 of Falling For My Best Friend's Brother

A complete lack of financial security and planning that propelled our family straight into hardship.

I wanted more. If I ever had a family, I would never put them in that position. My desire for financial stability was not pretentious, but necessary. And maybe sometimes I forgot to step back and bask in the present, but at the end of the day, if there was nothing to bask in, then what was the point?

The way I saw it, my need for control was essential in a world filled with chaos. It helped to segregate the good from the bad and gave me a perception of authority over my environment, however false it may seem. I needed to feel like I wasn’t losing my shit, or I really would go crazy.

Pulling off my clothes, I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom for a shower. Passing by Nina’s room, I inhaled the familiar smell of lavender and lemon, a weird mix that was now ingrained in my brain.

There was no point in fighting it anymore. I wanted her.

Trust me, I’d gone through all the fucking motions. If this was just about wanting to sleep with a woman, then I would have done that a long time ago and been done with it. My ex-girlfriendhad me on speed dial and she called me an unhealthy number of times most days.

No. This was a Nina problem. And the only thing capable of quenching the thirst that was growing for her was a hot fuck.

As I lathered my body with soap, I thought about how she stood in this exact spot many times, doing the same thing I was doing now, running soapy hands down her sumptuous body as her fingers grazed rosy nipples and dipped down to the heavenly place between her legs…

I cursed. My dick was hard. My dick was always hard when I think about Nina now. Hell, the entire bathroom reeked of her. Every passing second I spent in this house reminded me she was only a room away, probably naked since she detested wearing actual clothes, and that image wrestled with every shred of decency I had.

Tonight, I’d been so close to reaching over the counter and taking her lips to mine. Thank God I had the sense to hold myself back. And what was that tense moment that passed between us? It felt like silent words had been spoken and dark promises made.

What would have happened if I hadn’t broken eye contact? If I’d reached forward and kissed her? Would she have let me, or would the night have ended with me sporting a red cheek?

Honestly, I had no fucking idea. And now that the moment passed, I guess we would never know. Still. It was pretty great ofher to cook for me. Even after I’d said such mean things to her, she tried to do something nice for me.

The sudden change of heart was puzzling, but frankly, I was in a better mood than the last few days. For once, I really didn’t want to fight with her.

Granted, she pissed me off so badly that I sometimes wanted to shake some sense into her, and there was the issue of her tragic unauthenticity. But damn it, was she fucking hot. And beautiful. And delicate, like a flower that needs constant attention, or it would wither.

How long has it been since you had sex, man? You sound so thirsty. Get a fucking grip.And try I did, because my mind couldn’t stop replaying the image of her full tits and perky ass. and yet the only thing I could get a grip on was my erection. I wrapped a hand around the thick shaft, giving it a few firm strokes.

Pleasure shot through my body and I hissed, closing my eyes and letting the sensations take over. I went back to that night in the kitchen, imagining her leaning a little too far over the counter so that her breasts spilled out of that flimsy top.

In my head, they were perfectly round, plump, and heavy, and I had to place a hand on the wall to hoist myself up because my knees suddenly felt weak. I wasn’t even aware that I had a breast fetish. Or was this purely a Nina effect? This woman was killing me.

My hand stroked faster, and I knew I couldn’t hold out for long. Fuck me. I hadn’t even gotten to her ass yet. I was panting as I envisioned her giving me those luscious tits to suck on, egging me on, begging for me to taste her creamy, supple flesh.

My mind conceptualized the sounds of her moan, high and breathy, as I reached forward and covered one rose-colored nipple with my mouth. Mind-numbing pleasure zapped down my spine as my orgasm hit me with the force of a speeding train, and I groaned as I spurted ropes of cum down the tub, my hips jerking.

It took about ten seconds for the panting to stop and for me to come back to earth, and I was immediately smacked in the face by shame. I just masturbated to my little sister’s best friend. I was going to hell.

Resting my forehead on the wall, I licked my lips, suddenly parched. The longer I stayed in this house, the crazier I was going to get. But save for going back to the hotels, which had already eaten a hole through my savings, the only other choice I had was staying with Sean. That was even worse than the hotel, because if I knew anything about my friend, it was that he was a fucking sex addict. I’d probably be subjected to watching him and his girlfriend experiment on each other.

I was stuck here. In a house of temptation with a young-as-hell, out-of-bounds woman with a tendency to run her mouth and a body to die for.

Lindsay would be ashamed of me.

I had to stay away from Nina. Enforce some sort of restrictions. She was too young for me and too different and, most importantly, she was like a sister to my sister. It was going to be difficult, because even if I didn’t see her physically, her intoxicating smell permeated the air all day every day. It made me think of her way more than I should and want her in ways that I had no business with, but I had to stop.

For all our sakes.

Chapter eight

Nina

Today, I was going to finish my painting. Afterwards, I’d put the finished piece online and try to find a buyer because I needed the cash.

LOL. No, I don’t. But it feels good to say that.

The area of my room I’d turned into my workspace was soaked with paint. I’d covered the walls around with plastic sheeting taped down to the floors to protect from stains, and now I was confident that I could drape the canvas in paint without worrying about damaging anything else.

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