My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 2

Cameron:

What is little miss goody good focusing so intently on?

As Sadie kisses my neck, I raise my eyebrows up at Maddie, and I can see how deeply red her cheeks burn when she notices that she's been caught staring.

I thought she had to study?

She probably just wants my dick. Not that she'd ever get it. She is so god damn annoying. She's such a square when it comes to doing the right thing and making sure she doesn't get in trouble. She never fucking lives a little. It's annoying as hell.

The only thing she's got going for her is that she's hot as hell. When she got into high school she certainly became... developed, and being only a year older than her it was hard not to notice.

Her tits are huge, and her curves are undeniable. I stare at her ass any chance I get, and although I'd never make a move on her, I can still check her out. There's no harm in that. I can keep my thoughts to myself.

I felt weird about it at first. I mean, she's my best friends little sister. She's like my own little sister. But, then again, she's not my sister. She's far from my sister.

And she just had to come downstairs in that tight ass tank top, didn't she? She wasn't even wearing a bra. Her tits were straining so much against the tank top, her nipples practically screaming at me to wrap my mouth around them.

Enough!

As Sadie licks and sucks my neck, my dick is so hard that I just can't take it anymore. Maddie is gone from the window now, my fantasies flying out the door, leaving me with blue balls.

Glancing over towards Ethan, I clear my throat, and before I even say anything he points with one finger to the patio door.

"Guest room." He chuckles.

Thank fuck.

I grab onto Sadie's hand, clearly already knowing what she'll say. She's been begging for me for weeks now. She'll do anything I tell her to.

"It's about time you made a move." Sadie giggles and pulls me by the hemline of my shirt into the dark room.
I don't bother to turn the light on. I'd rather imagine little miss goody good right now as wrong as that is.

My lips meet with Sadie's viciously, my tongue darting into her mouth. She's tastes like vodka and strawberries, and when my hands grasp onto her breasts I almost groan at how much of a size difference there is between her and Maddie.

Why the fuck am I thinking about Maddie right now?

It's agonizing how annoying Maddie is. She used to be a dare devil. She used to be the one to talk me into doing anything, but all of that changed when we got into high school. Now she's just lame, yet cute, and innocent. I know she's a virgin still. I know she'd probably be tight as hell. I'd fuck the innocence right out of her. I'd bring that old Maddie back.

"God." I moan into Sadie's lips, thinking of nothing but Maddie.
Slipping a finger inside of Sadie, I do what I'm known best for. I pump in and out, swirling my thumb delicately against her clit.
Her head is thrown back, and the bitch is practically screaming.

"Oh my god, Cameron!" She moans, and my dick gets a little harder at how much I get to them. How wet I can get them.
Just as I'm about to grab the condom from my pocket, loud bangs sound against the door.

"You've got to be kidding me." Sadie spits with pure venom, wrapping the sheet around her from the bed to open it up.
Maddie is on the other side, her eyes blazing with fury. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She shouts. "In our house? In our guest room? 
Do you not have any respect at all for our parents?"

My dick is so hard. It's so hard for her, and she doesn't even know it. I've never thought about her while I fucked, but now that I have... I can't seem to get her off my mind.

She looks hot when she's pissed. Her arms are crossed underneath those heavenly tits, her nipples staring directly at me. Even with her blonde curly hair thrown up into a messy bun, she still looks fuckable.

To do the only thing I know how to do to hide these feelings for her, I put on my best asshole facade.

"We were kind of in the middle of something." I smirk, and I glance down to my hard on, Maddie's cheeks turning red for the second time tonight.

"Well finish it elsewhere." She grumbles and shoots a death stare over to Sadie. "It's not happening here."
"Why are you such a fucking bitch?" Sadie asks. "You have a god damn stick shoved so far up your ass. Just let people have some fun! Christ."

Maddie gets that look on her face. The look where I can tell she's about to cry. I know she means well, and I know she's just protective, but sometimes she takes it too far. She acts like everyone's parent, and that's not going to get her liked around school. There's a reason she's not popular.

Her blue eyes are glossy when she turns for the hallway, not saying another word to either of us. Maybe I should have stood up for her. Maybe I should have said something, but when Sadie places her hand back on my dick my mind goes elsewhere.
"Now where were we?" She smirks, her red painted lips attaching to my neck once more.

The next morning I wake up downstairs on Ethan's couch in the living room, my head throbbing and my stomach rumbling from being so hungry.
Jesus, what time is it?

I smack around for my phone on the coffee table, my fingers finally grasping what I'm looking for.

Multiple texts pop up on my screen, one from Sadie.
Best night of my life. She wrote. I'll be thinking about what that tongue can do the rest of the day.

Oh, shit. Memories from last night slowly seep back in. How I came the hardest I ever have before, thinking about Maddie's innocent little lips wrapped around my dick.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.
Letting out a groan, I head into the kitchen where I hear pots and pans slamming together, finding Maddie in front of the sink washing the dishes.

There's two plates of breakfast sitting on top of the island, and I cautiously inch towards it, my stomach letting out another growl.
Her hair is up in the usual messy bun, a large t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants on. She's never cared about what she looks like in front of me.

Why would she? Like I said before, I've seen her at her worst. I've known her forever.

"Is this... for me?" I ask.

I'm afraid she'll attack me after what happened last night, but instead she just nods, giving me the silent treatment.1
That's even worse.

Rather than get into an argument, I grab the plate of eggs and bacon and scarf it down within minutes. It's so good that I'm disappointed there isn't any left.

"Thank you." I tell her, taking it upon myself to wash the plate so she doesn't have to.

"You're welcome." She replies, keeping her answer short.
It's not until she goes to head upstairs that I clear my throat, freezing her in her tracks. She slowly turns to look at me, and it seems like she already knows what I'm about to say because she lets out a sigh and stares at her feet, which are covered in a pair of fuzzy socks.