Page 44 of My Brother's Forbidden Friend

Huh. She’s got me there. “But…”

“Let me guess, I’ve never seen one as big as yours?”

I chuckle. “Probably not, not that I wanted to brag.”

Another bout of silence falls over the foyer.

“I could toss you my phone,” I say. “You could use my flashlight to see.”

“Oh, good idea. Do that.”

I go back into the kitchen and turn on the light.

“Cam!”

“I’m not facing you. I have to see where my phone is.”

“Right. Okay, sorry.”

I spot my phone on the table, grab it, and turn off the kitchen light. “Okay, I’ll toss it to you.”

“Okay, I’m right here.” I toss in the direction of her voice and all I hear is the phone bang on the floor wherever it landed. “Didn’t you play football?”

“I was the receiver, not the quarterback. If you’re gonna judge so much, maybe I’ll just leave you there.”

“This is so frustrating.”

“You’re a woman and I’m a man. We can see each other naked. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Speak for yourself.”

I let my chin drop to my chest. “Even if I give you my shorts, it’ll only cover your lower half.”

She doesn’t say anything.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll turn on the light in the foyer and go back to the kitchen. You can see where all the broken pieces are and maybe you can get back upstairs and be fine.”

“Good idea. Why didn’t we already think of that?”

Because all the blood is rushing to my cock.

“Okay, I’m turning it on in three, two, one.” I turn on the light and leave the foyer.

“Shit, I fell right in the middle of the broken plate and I’m bleeding.”

“Game over, Chevelle.” I walk out of the kitchen, seeing her naked on the stairs with little pieces of yellow plate around her.

“Cam!” She whips one arm over her breasts and the other between her legs to cover her mound.

“I’m done with the games. I’m not gonna let you sit there bleeding. You’re hot as fuck and have nothing to be insecure about with me seeing you naked. If it makes you feel better.” I push off my shorts, leaving me standing naked across from her. “Now we’re both naked.”

She laughs and I instinctively want to cover my junk. “This is insane.”

“You don’t laugh in the presence of a man’s dick, Chevelle.”

“It’s not that, it’s just… I can’t believe this. All the times I’ve… and now.”

“All the times what?” I kneel and grab the larger pieces of the plate.

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