Page 45 of My Brother's Forbidden Friend

“Nothing.”

I stand to throw away what I have and grab the broom and dustpan from the kitchen. “Chevelle Greene, have you wondered what I look like naked?”

Her cheeks turn red. “Just clean up the mess so I can get dressed.”

I look up at her and our eyes lock. The space between us feels like an elastic band that’s been stretched too wide. The tension is palpable and about to break. My cock hardens past the full chub it was and Chevelle takes notice.

Jesus, I’d do just about anything to take her right where she is. Without the shards of a broken plate surrounding her, obviously. Though if that image isn’t a visual representation of what it would mean for me to be with my best friend’s little sister, I don’t know what is.

“I’ve thought about you naked a lot too, if it matters.”

We lock eyes but she doesn’t say anything, so I get to work.

“I can honestly say this is a first for me.” I sweep up the mess so she can stand. “Get up and go to the couch. I’ll finish cleaning.”

She does as I ask, and I check out her ass over my shoulder. Just as perfect as I knew it would be.

“You tell no one about this,” she warns.

“My lips are sealed.”

After I clean up the broken plate with the broom and a wet paper towel, I pull on my shorts.

“I have one question. If you didn’t trip, would you have walked into the kitchen naked?” I ask.

She’s wrapped herself in a blanket that was across the back of the sofa. “I didn’t know you were down here. What were you doing anyway?”

“Just working on something.” I want to tell her what no one knows, but I’m not ready. “It should be good for you to go back up now.”

She nods and stands, leaving the room. “Cam?”

I turn to find her standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Thank you.”

“Sweet dreams, Chevelle.” She slowly climbs the stairs, and once I can’t see her anymore, I glance at my dick. “I know, buddy, I wish that went differently too.”

14

“IT WAS A NICE WALK.”

Chevelle

Out of all my sisters, Posey is the closest to my age, so I text her on my way to work because I really need to talk to someone about this sexual tension with Cam. The fact he saw me naked three days ago but acts as if he didn’t conflict with the part of me that was convinced that, at the very least, he was attracted to me.

After work, I plan to head to Posey’s house for help down this blind path I’m on. With all the guys I’ve ever liked, it was easy. I like them and am attracted to them, so I date them, and if we like one another, we have sex when we both feel comfortable. It lasts for a while and it’s fun, and when it’s not fun anymore, we part ways. But none of the guys I’ve been into is my brother’s best friend.

I park my car in the marina lot. My first excursion today is with four older ladies who are very straitlaced, so I’m almost completely covered up this morning. Last time they made comments about how too much of my skin was showing. Need I remind them it was, like, eighty degrees and I’d been outside the entire day? But I don’t want to offend, and thankfully it’s cooler today.

“Mornin’, Chevelle,” Vinny says, grinning.

“Someone looks happy to be back home.”

From the looks of it, Vinny’s boat just returned, since most of his fishermen are filing out toward the wholesale distributor where their catch will be weighed and paid out.

I walk down the plank and glance in Cam’s direction. Things haven’t been awkward between us. In fact, Cam has acted completely normal since we saw one another naked.

“Morning,” Cam says, raising his coffee mug.

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