Seducing Her Brother's Best Friend
Chapter One
She was lying out again. Fucking sunbathing wearing the skimpiest bathing suit they probably made. Her skin was golden brown from doing this exact thing almost every day, and here was Kane watching her like a creep with his cock harder than fucking steel. It was bad enough that he was twenty-eight and she was only eighteen, but she was also the younger sister of his best friend, Andre.
Fucking hell.
Cayla reached behind her and slowly undid the little knot that held the tiny triangles of material over her tits. His dick jerked in his jeans, and he clenched his hands into fists. He should turn around and do something that didn’t have him wanting to walk over there, flip her around, and fuck her senseless. If he didn’t know any better he could have sworn she did this shit to him on purpose. What he needed to do was quit coming over to his parents’ house, but they were in Europe for the summer and he’d promised to housesit for them.
Now here he was, wanting to grab his cock and strangle the damn thing while he memorized every fucking curve of her lush body. She was thick in all the right places, with an ass that was round and ripe, and tits that would surely overflow in his hands. You’re a sick fuck, Kane. A sick motherfucker for wanting your best friend’s little sister. It would be so easy to jerk off while he let his eyes travel up and down her tanned, curvy and oil-slicked body, but he wasn’t that much of a nasty fuck. He’d do it when he was alone and not peeking at her like a pervert.
The rumble of Andre’s Mustang pulling into the driveway had Kane jerking his gaze away from Cayla. Andre climbed out of the car and was about to head over to Kane’s parents’ house when he stopped. The scowl on Andre’s face was clear, even from where Kane sat. Andre stalked over to Cayla, and although he couldn’t hear what was being said, he could hear the raised, deep voice of his friend. Andre grabbed a towel and tossed it over Cayla while waving his hand around. She flipped him off, tossed the towel away, and turned her head so she wasn’t looking at him. After a second he headed toward Kane and pounded on the front door. His hard-on had deflated as soon as he heard the rumble from Andre’s car, so there was no need for that embarrassment to make itself known.
Kane opened the front door, and his best friend shoved past him, steam practically coming from his ears.
“Can you believe Cayla?” Andre shoved a hand through his thick black hair and stalked into the kitchen. Kane followed him, not wanting to say anything until he knew for sure what the hell Andre was pissed about, although he had a pretty damn good guess. Andre opened the fridge and grabbed two beers. Tossing one to Kane, he opened his bottle and leaned against the counter. “You would think she would have a little more common sense. I mean who the fuck dresses like that?”
Kane opened his beer and took a long pull. He certainly didn’t want to admit he knew what Andre was talking about. That was grounds for an ass-kicking of the worst kind. Kane shrugged, but Andre wasn’t paying attention.
“This is the third time in the last two weeks I’ve come over for a visit and found Cayla practically laying out in the yard fucking naked.” He drank the rest of his beer in two swallows and went for a second bottle.
“I…” Shit, what in the hell should he say? “Dude, that fucking sucks.”
“You’re damn right it fucking sucks. You know how many asses I am going to have to beat when the punks realize Cayla is all but giving them a free fucking peepshow? Hell, who knows what the little douchebags are already seeing when I’m not here.”
He exhaled, and Kane felt a moment of guilt for the filthy thoughts he had about Andre’s little sister.
“Hey, since you’ll be here the majority of the summer, would you mind keeping an eye out for any assholes creeping around Cayla?”
For a moment all Kane could do was stare at Andre.
“Well? Can you or what?”
Kane blinked a few times, brought his beer bottle to his lips, and sucked down the rest of it. The images of Cayla’s scantily clad body played through his mind, but he pushed them away as soon as they entered.
Don’t be a bastard, man. Andre is standing right here. “I mean, I don’t know how often I’ll be here.”
“Kane, man, please. You know the little pricks that run around here. Talking to her doesn’t do any good.” Andre ran his hand through his hair again and shook his head. “I mean, I honestly don’t know what has gotten into her. Since she turned eighteen and graduated she’s been acting different—wearing revealing clothing, and now this bullshit. I don’t know if she’s rebelling or what, but I’m going to end up killing someone.”
She was lying out again. Fucking sunbathing wearing the skimpiest bathing suit they probably made. Her skin was golden brown from doing this exact thing almost every day, and here was Kane watching her like a creep with his cock harder than fucking steel. It was bad enough that he was twenty-eight and she was only eighteen, but she was also the younger sister of his best friend, Andre.
Fucking hell.
Cayla reached behind her and slowly undid the little knot that held the tiny triangles of material over her tits. His dick jerked in his jeans, and he clenched his hands into fists. He should turn around and do something that didn’t have him wanting to walk over there, flip her around, and fuck her senseless. If he didn’t know any better he could have sworn she did this shit to him on purpose. What he needed to do was quit coming over to his parents’ house, but they were in Europe for the summer and he’d promised to housesit for them.
Now here he was, wanting to grab his cock and strangle the damn thing while he memorized every fucking curve of her lush body. She was thick in all the right places, with an ass that was round and ripe, and tits that would surely overflow in his hands. You’re a sick fuck, Kane. A sick motherfucker for wanting your best friend’s little sister. It would be so easy to jerk off while he let his eyes travel up and down her tanned, curvy and oil-slicked body, but he wasn’t that much of a nasty fuck. He’d do it when he was alone and not peeking at her like a pervert.
The rumble of Andre’s Mustang pulling into the driveway had Kane jerking his gaze away from Cayla. Andre climbed out of the car and was about to head over to Kane’s parents’ house when he stopped. The scowl on Andre’s face was clear, even from where Kane sat. Andre stalked over to Cayla, and although he couldn’t hear what was being said, he could hear the raised, deep voice of his friend. Andre grabbed a towel and tossed it over Cayla while waving his hand around. She flipped him off, tossed the towel away, and turned her head so she wasn’t looking at him. After a second he headed toward Kane and pounded on the front door. His hard-on had deflated as soon as he heard the rumble from Andre’s car, so there was no need for that embarrassment to make itself known.
Kane opened the front door, and his best friend shoved past him, steam practically coming from his ears.
“Can you believe Cayla?” Andre shoved a hand through his thick black hair and stalked into the kitchen. Kane followed him, not wanting to say anything until he knew for sure what the hell Andre was pissed about, although he had a pretty damn good guess. Andre opened the fridge and grabbed two beers. Tossing one to Kane, he opened his bottle and leaned against the counter. “You would think she would have a little more common sense. I mean who the fuck dresses like that?”
Kane opened his beer and took a long pull. He certainly didn’t want to admit he knew what Andre was talking about. That was grounds for an ass-kicking of the worst kind. Kane shrugged, but Andre wasn’t paying attention.
“This is the third time in the last two weeks I’ve come over for a visit and found Cayla practically laying out in the yard fucking naked.” He drank the rest of his beer in two swallows and went for a second bottle.
“I…” Shit, what in the hell should he say? “Dude, that fucking sucks.”
“You’re damn right it fucking sucks. You know how many asses I am going to have to beat when the punks realize Cayla is all but giving them a free fucking peepshow? Hell, who knows what the little douchebags are already seeing when I’m not here.”
He exhaled, and Kane felt a moment of guilt for the filthy thoughts he had about Andre’s little sister.
“Hey, since you’ll be here the majority of the summer, would you mind keeping an eye out for any assholes creeping around Cayla?”
For a moment all Kane could do was stare at Andre.
“Well? Can you or what?”
Kane blinked a few times, brought his beer bottle to his lips, and sucked down the rest of it. The images of Cayla’s scantily clad body played through his mind, but he pushed them away as soon as they entered.
Don’t be a bastard, man. Andre is standing right here. “I mean, I don’t know how often I’ll be here.”
“Kane, man, please. You know the little pricks that run around here. Talking to her doesn’t do any good.” Andre ran his hand through his hair again and shook his head. “I mean, I honestly don’t know what has gotten into her. Since she turned eighteen and graduated she’s been acting different—wearing revealing clothing, and now this bullshit. I don’t know if she’s rebelling or what, but I’m going to end up killing someone.”