Page 19 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

For a long moment we soaked it in; the magnitude of what we’d just done. The whole thing had happenedastonishingly fast, especially after having waited so many long, long years to—

“My turn.”

Bishop was already spinning across on the bed, eager to take his friend’s place. But I grabbed his arm and held him fast.

“Oh no,” I told him sternly. “You’re going last.”

He looked back at me, so dismayed and wounded it actually made me chuckle.

“What!? Why?”

Reaching out, I closed my hand over his incredible thickness for the very first time.

“Because ofthis.”

Damn. My hand couldn’t even fit around it! And it was exactly as I’d always suspected. Or rather,morethan suspected.

As I relaxed my death grip on Kayden’s spent body, Bishop’s mouth curled into a smirk.

“How did you know?”

“Remember that party Jason threw, when our parents went to Saint Thomas?”

He nodded slowly. “The legendary one, that lasted two days? Of course I remember.”

“Well, I sorta saw you in the pool house that first night, with Amber Hanson. I was out back getting towels, and I watched her pull you in there. She was curious, because she’d heard… well, stories. And I got curious too, so…”

His eyes went comically wide. “Youwatched?”

“I might’ve peeked a little,” I admitted, adding a shrug. Rolling my fingers excitedly around his girth, I squeezed him firmly. “I definitely saw enough, though. And this, my friend,” I patted him gently, “is why you’re going last.”

Bishop groaned and grumbled, eliciting yet another chuckle from my end. Of course, I couldn’t tell him how jealous it made me at the time, standing there in the shadows of the pool house doorway. Watching in rapt fascination as he struggled to work that amazing-looking dick inside poor Amber Hanson, the tiny flyer from the kickline squad. Or that later on, in the sanctity of my own bedroom, I’d touched myself fantasizing about the noises she’d made. And that inwardly, on some deep, secret level, I wished I’d been the one who pulled him into the pool house first.

“You’re such a perv,” he scoffed.

And now here he was in all his glory, finally in the palm of my greedy little hand. To tell the truth, Bishop wasn’t even as big as I remembered him, either.

No, he was actually bigger.

My body shifted as Kayden dismounted me, and suddenly my legs were thrown abruptly upward. When gravity returned them, they fell securely onto the two big shoulders of a very naked, very eager Andre.

“Hey…” I whispered, crooking a finger Bishop’s way. “C’mere.”

He leaned in close, as Andre positioned himself between my legs. Feeling a little guilty, I pressed my lips to my brother’s friend’s ear.

“You may be going last,” I whispered hotly, as I was pulled downward, to the edge of the bed. Shuddering in anticipation, I gave Bishop a sly wink.

“But I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

~ 12 ~

ANDRE

It was like slipping into silk sheets, or warm, near-liquid butter. Either way it felt magnificent being enveloped inch by glorious inch, as I buried myself deep into the heat of her essence.

Sweet fuck.

The whole thing still didn’t seem real. This tall, stunning beauty had been delivered right to our doorstep, complete with model good looks, almond-shaped eyes, and legs that went on forever. With a little help, she’d flirted her way into the pool. Once there, floating between us, I’d become spellbound by her beauty. Hopelessly enchanted by that debaucherous smile, and her lilting, musical laugh.

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