Tempting My Brother’s Best Friend

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Ethan froze above Mia, still buried deep inside her, his c**k twitching with the last aftershocks of his orgasm. Her walls were still fluttering around him, slick and warm, their combined release slowly leaking out where they were joined. Both of them were breathing hard, skin slick with sweat, hearts pounding so loudly Ethan was sure Jake could hear it from the hallway.

Mia’s eyes widened in panic, but there was also a spark of something dangerously close to excitement in them. She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound.

Ethan clamped a hand gently over her mouth, his own breath ragged. “Yeah,” he called back, voice strained and rougher than he wanted. “Just… getting dressed. Give me a minute.”

There was a pause. “Alright, I’ll wait in the kitchen. These bags are heavy as hell.”

Footsteps retreated down the hall.

Ethan didn’t move for several long seconds. His c**k was still half-hard inside Mia, the warmth of her p***y making it impossible to think straight. He slowly pulled out, a thick trickle of his c*m following, dripping down her thigh. The sight made his spent c**k twitch again.

“f**k,” he whispered, staring down at her flushed, naked body sprawled on his bed. Her hair was messy, lips swollen from kissing, breasts rising and falling rapidly. She looked thoroughly f****d — and utterly beautiful.

Mia sat up slowly, a small, breathless laugh escaping her. “That was close.”

“Too close,” Ethan muttered. He grabbed his shorts from the floor and yanked them on, his hands still shaking. “We can’t do this again. Not like this. Jake is right down the hall. If he had walked in…”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the small space. Guilt crashed over him in waves, but it was mixed with something darker and hotter — the memory of how perfectly she had felt around him, the way she had moaned his name, the way her body had clenched and milked him when she came.

Mia stood up, completely naked, and walked toward him without shame. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

“You say that every time,” she whispered, voice soft but steady. “And every time you still want to end up inside me.”

Ethan looked down at her, conflict raging in his eyes. “This is dangerous, Mia. Jake is my best friend. He trusts me. If he finds out I just f****d his little sister in my room while he was gone…”

She rose onto her toes and kissed him gently, cutting off his words. “Then we’ll be more careful next time.”

“Next time?” He pulled back slightly, but his hands automatically settled on her waist, thumbs stroking her bare skin. “There shouldn’t be a next time.”

Mia smiled against his lips, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs. “You keep saying that too.”

She stepped away and quickly pulled on her clothes — the tiny crop top and shorts that had started everything. Ethan watched her, unable to look away. Even now, after coming harder than he had in his life, he could feel the pull starting again.

Ethan dragged a hand through his hair, avoiding her gaze. “I’m serious, Mia. This has to stop.”

Before she could reply, they both heard Jake’s voice again from downstairs, louder this time.

“Ethan! Come on, man, these bags are heavy!”

Ethan cursed under his breath. He gave Mia one last conflicted look, then opened the door just enough to slip out. “I’m coming!” he called back, voice strained.

He didn’t look at her again as he left the room and hurried downstairs.

Mia stayed on the bed for a few seconds, catching her breath. A slow, secret smile curved her lips. She could still feel him inside her — the stretch, the heat, the way he had lost control and filled her. She cleaned herself up quickly with tissues from his nightstand, then pulled on her tiny crop top and shorts.

She slipped out of Ethan’s room quietly and headed downstairs, smoothing her hair as she went.

Jake was in the kitchen unloading grocery bags when she walked in. Ethan was already there, lifting the heavier ones onto the counter, his back to her.

Jake glanced up and raised an eyebrow. “There you are. Where have you been?”

Mia shrugged casually, walking over to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “I wanted some alone time. Biology homework was stressing me out.”

Jake nodded, accepting the explanation without question. “Alright. I thought you two were fighting or something.”

“Nope,” Mia said lightly, taking a sip of water. “Everything’s fine.”

Ethan kept his head down, focused on the bags. He couldn’t look at her. Every time he did, he remembered how she had felt wrapped around him, how she had moaned his name when he came inside her. His c**k gave a weak twitch at the memory, even though he had just finished minutes ago.

Jake clapped him on the shoulder. “Thanks for the help, man. You’re quiet today. Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Ethan muttered. “Just tired.”

Mia leaned against the counter, watching them both with that small, satisfied smile still playing on her lips. She looked perfectly normal — innocent, relaxed, like she hadn’t just been bent over Ethan’s bed and f****d until she saw stars.

But when Jake turned to put something in the fridge, her eyes met Ethan’s for one brief second.

The look she gave him was pure temptation. Ethan swallowed hard and looked away first.

He had told her they had to stop. But as he stood there in the kitchen, still feeling the ghost of her tight heat around him, he already knew the lie was getting harder to believe.

And Mia knew it too.