My Brother's Sexy Best Friend (18+)

Kurt Whitman: Rockstar

Vanessa

If Matt thinks that I'm going to set fire to the world and weep in my bed over him then he's severely mistaken, I thought to myself as I strode down the school hallway after our argument. I veered to the left at the water fountains, my destination in plain sight.

Shoving open the door to the chemistry lab, I ignored the curious glances from the other science club members and marched over to the station where my brother was pouring a neon green mixture into a fizzling beaker as Ariana looked on.

Jake's mouth opened in confusion, but it wasn't him I was focused on; my sights were set firmly on his partner. Kurt Whitman was twirling a sparkling amethyst geode between his fingers, his brows furrowed while he watched my twin's actions intently. But as soon as he noticed my presence, he set the stone down and straightened his posture, the experiment paling in importance to my arrival.

 I had to admit, that with his hazel green eyes, olive complexion, and sandy brown, curly locks, Kurt was fairly attractive. Had Jake mentioned his interest in me before Matt had come along, I might have actually genuinely been into the idea of dating him.

Which is why it was mostly painless to ask him out right then and there.

Coolly, I slipped onto the stool beside him. "Hey, handsome," I purred, stroking his forearm with my fingertips. "What are you doing?"

Kurt's cheeks went crimson as Jake's face broke out into an awestruck smirk. Kurt gestured at the beaker, the contents within transformed to a light blue hue. "We're mixing some chemicals together to find out their reactions. Would you care to try?" 

He handed me a test tube which reeked of vinegar. I immediately nudged it away. "Uh...no, that's alright. I really just came here to see if you wanted to hang out with me this afternoon." 

Jake leaned forward and propped his chin in his hand, his eyes twinkling as he eagerly awaited Kurt's response. Lucky for him, the curly haired guy responded with a resounding yes. "Absolutely! You can come over to my house. There's something there that I can't wait to show you."

I tried not to grimace at his forwardness. How many times have I heard a male say something to that effect and then show me a picture of their dick? "Perfect!" I exclaimed with forced enthusiasm. "Then it's a date."

I sauntered back towards the exit to the room, passing Alex Banks on my way out. "Vanessa," he called. "I placed first in the science fair last year which can only mean that I know my chemistry. And I can say with certainty that you and I share an abundance of it, baby. How about we-"

Rolling my eyes, I held up my palm. "Knock it off, Alex. The only science experiment I'm interested in when it comes to you, is finding out which acid can be used to decompose a body in the shortest amount of time."

He glared at me at the sound of snickers from the surrounding club members. "You'll be sorry, Vanessa," he shot back, shaking his fist. "One day, I'm going to be a famous rapper and you'll regret giving up the chance to be my side-hoe."

"Sure, whatever you say," I mumbled at his delusion. I had no time to bother with him. I had to start figuring out what item of clothing in my wardrobe was guaranteed to make Kurt Whitman instantly hard. 

Later that afternoon, I stood on his doorstep, wearing a cropped faux leather jacket that I had borrowed from Addison and a tiny slip of a lacey black dress that had most certainly found its way into her wardrobe from a lingerie catalog.

When Kurt flung open the door, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Uh...hi, Vanessa," he squeaked out, gesturing for me to come inside while simultaneously trying to avoid eye contact with my nipples which were glaringly noticeable in the sheer mesh bodice. "Can I help you out of your jacket?"