Bad For You: (An Older Brother's Best Friend Romance) (3 page)

A loose curl falls in her face as she nods. “I’m
positive,” she replies.

Her dress inches up her legs when she rubs
her thighs together. My mouth falls open, taking in the sight of black lace
panties covering her pussy. Damn, she’s killing me.

“Have you done this before?” I ask.

Will it stop me if she hasn’t? Probably not.
I’d love to be the only man who’s ever been inside of her. I’m only asking in
case I need to be more careful. I’ve only fucked two virgins before, and it
took them both time to adjust to my size.

“I have.”

Her response pisses me off more than it
should. It’s wrong for me to think she’d wait for this to possibly happen.
Fuck, she practically threw her pussy out to me and I shut her down. That
night, I ended up drunk fucking a random chick in my backseat while imagining
it was her. It was fucked up. I knew it, but fantasizing about fucking your
best friend’s little sister is better than
actually
fucking
her.
Well, morally. Definitely not physically. I have a feeling nothing is going to
be more satisfying than this.

Her eyes focus on me, waiting for my
reaction. My knees slide against the cold sheets as I crawl her way. My lips go
straight to her neck, raining kisses along the silky skin. She tilts her head
to the side, giving me better access, and I suck hard.

I run my hand in-between her tits. “I want
this off,” I order, pulling on the dress. “This thing has to go.”

My cock jerks when she rises up and positions
herself on her knees. She reaches down, grabs the hem of her dress, and pulls
it over her head. I lick my lips, excitement tapping into my veins, as I take
in the beautiful sight of her only covered by the panties and a matching bra. I
can’t stop myself from reaching down and cupping my balls through my jeans when
she unsnaps the bra and her full tits spill out. I grip her wrist, pinning it
behind her back, when she goes for her panties.

“These are mine to take off,” I growl. “I
can’t wait to fuck you.”

Our lips meet again – this time more
demanding, like I own her. She bites into my lower lip as my hand lingers between
her legs. My fingertips tingle as I rub her pussy through the thin material. I
can’t hold back any longer. I need to be inside her before I bust in my jeans,
ruining the moment before it even happens.

Her back falls against the bed, her moans
echoing through my room, when I slip a thick finger inside of her. She’s
already fucking soaked. I’m positive she’s dripping on my sheets, which only
excites me more. She’s so ready for me.

I slip in another finger and lean back to
take a good look at her stretched out on my bed. Her mouth-watering tits bounce
with every plunge of my fingers, and her hard nipples are begging for attention.
She moans as I clamp my lips around one, sucking hard.

Her hand latches onto my hair. “Stop teasing me,”
she begs.

My thumb rubs her soft clit. “Teasing is the
best part,” I say, releasing a nipple. “Don’t take away my fun.” My lips go to
the other nipple. I suck on it harder than the other, and nip it with my teeth.
“I’m going to tease you here.” I lick the tiny pebble, and slide down the bed
until my face is inline with her pussy. “And I’m going to tease you here.”

I knot my fingers around the straps of her
panties and tear them down her legs. My mouth is in-between her legs before she
even manages to get out another breath. I spread her wide open and curl my
tongue around her clit, making slow circles. Her hand flies down to my hair and
pulls it, practically ripping it from the root while she cries out. She begs for
more. She begs me to stop. She begs for more.

I slip the length of my tongue inside of her.
She tastes delicious – so damn good. I don’t slow my pace, lapping her
up, until she comes undone. Her body goes limp as she cries out her release.

I’m wiping my lips when I realize I’m still
dressed. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” I whisper. I pull my shirt over my head.
My jeans are next. I’ve never gotten undressed so damn quick in my life.

“Jesus, do you have those things stashed
everywhere?” she asks, when I open up my nightstand and pull out a condom.

“I like to always be prepared.” I rip open
the wrapper with my teeth and roll the condom down my erection. I position
myself at her opening, but stop to take a good look at her. I’m dying to fill
her up. “You ready?” A whimper escapes her throat as she nods. “We shouldn’t be
doing this.” My words don’t stop me from sliding inside her.

“I know.” Her legs spread wider as she arches
her back. “But nobody has to know.”

My fingernails sink into the skin of her
thighs as I slam into her roughly.

Fuck. This feels amazing.

“Our little secret,” I grunt.

She is so fucking tight. The tightest pussy
I’ve ever had.

I throw my head back and shut my eyes, taking
in the sound of our skin slapping against each other’s and our moans.

This is the best sex I’ve ever had. The best
lay I’ve ever given.

I’ll worry about the consequences later.

nautica

“You what?” Macy shrieks, jumping from her bed to mine after I
confess I screwed Bracken last night. “You can’t be pissed off at me now. You
should be thanking me, buying me a drink, writing one of my papers next
semester.”

I’m back in my dorm room. My body is sore as
hell, and I need some damn rest. I kicked her bedmate out twenty minutes ago,
and as soon as I collapsed onto my bed, she knew something was up.

I narrow my eyes at her. “I should be
thanking you for ditching me?” I ask. “If it wasn’t for you and your cock
addiction, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation right now. I wouldn’t
be scared out of my mind to face Bracken over the break.” I shake my head,
annoyed. “All I can think about is him naked and inside of me.”

I can feel my skin flush as images of last
night sweep through my mind. I gulp, remembering his lean, sweaty body moving
above me as I squirmed underneath him, begging him for more. It was the hottest
thing I’ve ever experienced, and as terrified as I am to admit it, I want to do
it again.

Now that I’ve had a bite I want the whole
buffet.

“That’s a hot fucking mental image,” she
says, around a sigh. “And yes, you should be thanking me. I gave you the
opportunity to screw the one guy you’ve been panting over for years.”

She pulls her blonde, shoulder-length hair
into a loose ponytail as she crosses her legs, eagerly waiting for me to give
her details. I notice a glimpse of the early stages of a hickey breaking out
along her pale skin.

“I haven’t been panting over him for years,”
I argue.

She snorts. Macy is fully aware of my Bracken
crush and has been for years. “Riiiiggght. Let’s not waste our time denying
you’ve wanted to have a piece of his cock forever. Now give me the scoop.”

I make myself comfortable before giving her
the details of last night’s events. I tell her about how I woke up in Bracken’s
bed this morning and almost had an anxiety attack. I held my breath and tried
to remain calm when I lifted up the blanket and double-checked that I wasn’t
dreaming. I nearly lost it when I saw our naked bodies lying side by side.

I was scared to make a noise. I didn’t want
to wake him up and see the look of regret in his eyes. His strong arm was
draped across my stomach like a shield, and I carefully slipped out of his hold
without him stirring. I grabbed the clothes he gave me, snagged my phone and
purse on the way out of the door, and called a cab. I banged on the door for
ten minutes before Macy answered.

I climb across my bed and open up our
mini-fridge. “It should’ve never happened,” I mutter. I snag a bottle of water
and reach into my bag for an ibuprofen. I have a headache, a hangover from
hell, and regret is my middle name.

“Oh please, you two have been beating around
the
fuck me
bush for years now. I mean, the guy stops what he’s doing
whenever you call him. He likes you. He may be too pussy to admit it, but he
does.” She bounces off my bed and gets back into hers. “And FYI, I’m totally
jealous. I wish you didn’t call dibs on him first.”

That’s one thing Macy has never done. She’s
never tried to sleep with Bracken because she knows my feelings for him. He’s
the only guy I’ve ever really crushed on.

“Simon is going to freak out.” My stomach churns
at the thought of what his reaction will be. He’ll be pissed, and I’m not sure
if he’ll ever forgive Bracken … or me for causing him to lose his best friend.

“That’s why you’re not going to tell him.
You’re going to keep your mouth shut and so is Bracken.”

“But what if he finds out? He’ll be even more
pissed that we kept it from him.”

“God, your brother doesn’t have to know every
single damn detail of your life, Nautica. You’re an adult. It’s not like he
took your virginity or anything.”

I nod in agreement. “What if Bracken feels
guilty and tells him?”

A long, slow breath runs from her lips. “He’s
not that fucking stupid. He won’t risk your brother hating him. You two giving
each other the business one drunken night is a story that’ll never be told
again. Keep your mouth shut. He won’t say anything. I won’t say anything. All will
be good in the world.”

“I hope you’re right.”   

“I’m always right.” She grabs her eye mask
and pulls it over her head. “Now, let’s get some sleep. I’m sore as hell and
feel like shit.”

I make myself comfortable and close my eyes,
but sleep doesn’t come to me. What does, though, is my imagination running
wild. All I can think about is how amazing Bracken’s hands felt against my
skin, and how skilled he was with his tongue.

When I finally get to sleep, I dream about
last night happening again.

Houston, we have a problem.

bracken

“Off limits, huh?” Jasper asks. A shit-eating grin is smeared
across his face when I walk into the kitchen barefoot and sleepy-eyed. He snags
a box of cereal from the top of the fridge. “I didn’t know you were exempt from
that rule.”  

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking
about,” I reply, sitting down at the table.

My head is blasting against my skull with
fear. I’m going to lose my best friend – all because I couldn’t keep my
dick in my pants and out of his little sister.

I heard Nautica sneaking out this morning,
but I faked being asleep, which makes me a fucking pussy. I couldn’t face her.
I wanted to beg her to stay. We needed to talk about it, but I didn’t know what
to say. I was too chicken-shit. I fucked up, and I fucked up bad. Ten minutes
after she left, I pulled myself out of bed and noticed she forgot her dress
during her walk of shame.

I slept with my best friend’s little sister.
In my defense, she’s not so little anymore. She’s grown. The way she rode my
cock last night and moaned my name further proves my argument. Simon is going
to kick my ass when he finds out. He’s trusted me around her for years and I’ve
betrayed him.

Sure, we’d been drinking, but I can’t get
away with that excuse. I wasn’t that drunk. I should’ve slowed down. I should’ve
made her slow down, but she looked so damn sexy. Every time I saw another guy
eye-fucking her, my hands itched to be on her skin more. I couldn’t keep them
to myself any longer. I couldn’t keep denying myself the one thing I wanted
more than anything.

“I don’t know what I’m talking about?” Jasper
asks, mockingly. “Your headboard was banging against the wall like we were having
an earthquake or some shit. There’s no mistaking what was going on in there.” The
grin doesn’t leave his face while he shakes his head. “The moans, fuck man, the
moans. I was almost tempted to start jacking off they were so hot.”

I rub my hands over my face. “It wasn’t
supposed to happen. We were both drunk … one thing led to another … and …”

“And the next thing you know you’re balls
deep in her sweet little pussy?” He pours milk over his cereal. “You better
hope her brother doesn’t find out about your little orgasm escapade.”

If he does, he’ll never talk to me again. He
treats Nautica like she’s his daughter, but I can’t blame him for it. He took
over the man of the house role after their dad died during a tour in Iraq. His
dedication made him wait until Nautica graduated before even leaving for the
military this year.

When she decided to go to college, the only
reason he let her come here was because I told him I’d watch out for her.

“Everyone needs to keep their mouths shut
about last night,” I say.  

“You know my lips are sealed, bro.”

* * *

Hot pebbles of water sprinkle down my back as I wash away the
rough feeling of my hangover. I tip my head down to look at my hard cock.

Nautica hasn’t left my mind since she ran out
of my bed. I shut my eyes and imagine how great it would feel to have her lips
around my cock, sucking me. My hand wanders down and wraps tightly around my erection.
I stroke myself. My arm moves faster. I’m getting closer as I remember how good
her pussy tasted. I can’t stop. I groan out my release and watch my come wash
down the drain.

 I’m so fucked.

I’m going home for the holidays. So is Simon
- which means I’ll definitely be seeing Nautica, my temptress, way too fucking
much to keep my hands to myself.

* * *

My stomach knots when I see Simon’s name flashing across my
phone screen. My lungs inhale a long breath before I answer the call.

“Hey man.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asks. He sounds
cool, collected, no animosity detected yet. Good sign.

I clear my throat, hoping I don’t sound as
guilty as I feel. “Not shit, dude. Just finished up with finals.”

“You’re going home for break, right?”

“Yeah. You know my dad will kick my ass if
I’m not there for all the holiday shit. He wants me to take a look at the
dealership. It’s time I choose my office.” One more semester to go and I’ll be
there working full time.

He laughs. Another good sign. “Good. I need
you to do me a favor.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Can you give Nautica a lift? She planned on
riding home with Macy, but she’s not coming back until next week now.”

Is this a test? “Sure. Yeah. That’s no
problem.”

“Thanks. I’ll buy you a drink when I get
home. I appreciate you watching out for her while she’s been there. You have no
idea how relieving it is to know you have my back.”

“Glad I could help out.”
Oh, and by the
way, I fucked her brains out last night. How’s that for watching out for her?
“I’ll see you in a few days.”

“I’ll cop you some gas money.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m already coming home.
It’s no big deal.”

Simon offers me money every time I do
something for his family, but I never accept it. I’m fortunate enough that my
family can help me out and pay my tuition, but his mom doesn’t have it like
that.

I hang up with him and dial Nautica’s number.
I’m nervous as fuck to call her, but sending a text seems too much like a lame
ass move. She’ll think I lost my balls or some shit.

Pick up.

Don’t pick up.

It’s one of those phone calls you fucking
dread and secretly hope they won’t answer so you can leave a voicemail. Then
we’ll play phone tag and end up texting instead. It’s the way of communication
these days. No talking, only words written on a screen.

 “Hello?” The sound of her angelic voice
surprises me and causes my dick to stir. I want to be lying next to her. 

Stop, dumbass. She’s off limits.

I take another deep breath. Why the fuck am I
so nervous? I never get anxious around chicks.  

“Hey, how are you doing?” My question comes
out like a stutter. I fucking stutter.

“Good,” she draws out.

I need to cut to the chase and get the
awkward part out so we can move on. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She clears her throat. “Not particularly.”

Numbness invades my chest. Does she want to
act like it never happened? Does she regret it? I nod, even though she can’t
see me. “Okay, now that we have that out of the way, when do you want to head
home?”

“I don’t care, whenever. You’re the one
driving.”

“Tomorrow at noon okay?”

“Sounds good.” The air goes silent for a few
seconds. “And thanks for the ride.”

“You know you don’t have to thank me for that
shit.”  I pull my phone away from my ear when a call comes through. Rachel.
I hit the ignore button.

“I guess … I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then.”

My phone rings again as soon as I hang up.

Rachel.

“Hey Rachel,” I answer, with hesitation,
hoping she doesn’t want to come over. I can’t have another chick in my bed.
Nautica’s scent is still lingering on my sheets.

“Hey handsome, let me in,” she says, around a
chuckle. “I’ve been knocking on the door for five minutes.”

“Fuck, I didn’t hear you.” I’d been so
wrapped up in Nautica I wasn’t paying attention to anything else. I stagger out
of my bedroom and head towards the front door.

She’s shaking snowflakes off her fire red
hair when I open up the door. “Sorry for showing up out of the blue. I got off
work and thought I’d pay you a visit before we both leave for break,” she says,
a bright smile on her face.

I follow her down the hallway and back into
my bedroom. She takes off her coat and unwraps the scarf around her neck. She
sheds her shirt next, giving me a full view of the delicious tits spilling out
of a bra that matches her hair.

“I’m also horny as hell and in desperate need
of a good lay,” she adds, with a purr. “You weren’t answering my calls last
night.” Her wind-burned lips form a frown.

She reaches for my hand and guides me to the
bed. I rub the back of my neck and try to look away when she straddles my lap. Fuck
… I should’ve kept her ass in the living room. I knew this shit was going to
happen. Rachel only comes over when she wants to fuck.

“I knew you were the best person for the
job,” she adds, rocking her hips against me.

I suck in a breath, begging my cock not to
get excited, but it’s not listening. I can feel the pressure building up
between my legs as she rubs her warm pussy against me. Can I fuck her only
hours after my dick was inside of Nautica?

If it were any other chick, I wouldn’t give a
shit, but it’s Nautica. She’s different, and I feel like a scumbag for even
having Rachel in my bed.

My hands plant on her hips to stop her. “I’m
actually feeling pretty tired,” I say. “I was up late last night.”

My lame-ass excuse doesn’t work. My head
tilts back as she fights against my hold, sliding back and forth against my
cock again. “You might be tired, but your cock doesn’t feel the same way,” she
fires back.

I stop her again. “I can’t.” The words peter
out of my mouth.

Her green eyes study me as she leans back.
“Since when do you turn down sex?”

“I fucked someone else last night.” The fact
that I tell her this seems to shock the both of us. “I don’t think you’d be too
happy getting another chick’s seconds.”   

She sluggishly slides off of my lap. “At
least you’re honest. I don’t know whether I should be pissed off or grateful
for that.” She starts to get dressed. “She must be pretty special if you’re
turning down sex for her. Let me know if things change.”

With that, she disappears from my room. I don’t
bother chasing after her to apologize.