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 friend's 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 says with a laugh.

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 tastes like vodka and strawberries, and when my hands grasp 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 daredevil. 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 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 pants, 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 glance down at 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 at Sadie. "It's not happening here."

"Why are you such a fucking bitch?" Sadie asks. "You have a goddamn 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 woke 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 are 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, and a large t-shirt with 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.

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.

Cute.

"It's fine," she starts, but I cut her off.

"It's not fine, Mads. I was drinking, and I should have said something to Sadie when she went off on you like that."

She nods to agree with me, but we're interrupted when Ethan walks into the kitchen in just a pair of boxers. "I'm so fucking hungover," he groans, immediately grabbing the plate when he sees it. "Thank god you made breakfast."

"That's what happens when you drink," Maddie inputs. "Consequences."

"Please, shut up," Ethan says. "I'm not in the mood today, Maddie."

She takes that as her cue to leave, and it bothers me that I feel like whatever happened last night isn't resolved between us. I've never felt like that. I've been a dick to her for the past three years and have never felt like apologizing. Is it because I fantasized about her last night? Is that what's different?

"How was Sadie?" Ethan smirks when we're both alone, and I have to act like I didn't use her to get his sister off my mind. I have to act like I actually liked it with her.

"Amazing head." I nod. "If you ever need it, she swallows."

"Oh yeah?" A slow smile spreads across his face before he adds, "Jennifer does too."

"Oh, shit!" I can't stop the laughter, smacking him on the shoulder as he doubles over the island. "I knew she was going to give it up! She was all over you last night."

The front door opens, and I panic when I think it's Ethan's parents, but instead, it's Maya, Maddie's best friend. Her long black hair is tied in a ponytail on top of her head, and her face is lightly covered with makeup. She doesn't need it. She's gorgeous without it.

"Maddie's upstairs," I tell her, knowing what she's already about to ask. "In her room, I think."

She glances around the disaster of the house at the heaps of plastic cups and beer bottles, biting her lip to keep herself from saying something she shouldn't.

"Care to help?" Ethan asks.

"Hm..." she ponders, tapping a finger to her chin. "Help clean up a party I wasn't even invited to? I think I'll pass."

I know why she wasn't invited. I can't tell her why she wasn't invited, because if I do I'll get my dick chopped off by Ethan.

She disappears upstairs to go find Maddie, and Ethan stares longingly at her ass, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You've got it bad." I chuckle. "You should have invited her last night."

"Yeah right. How would that look? It would be completely obvious. Last night was a party for seniors, plus, Maddie would shoot me. She would murder me. Unfortunately, Maya and that perfect fucking ass are off limits."

"I think Maya knows you're into her, bro. I'm pretty sure if you hit it she'd keep it a secret."

Ethan grabs two beers from the fridge and passes one over to me, and there's an expression on his face I can't seem to read. It's one I haven't seen before. "I don't think Maya is the hit-it-and-quit-it type," he says. "If I were to hit it, I don't think I'd be able to quit it."

"Oh really?" I ask in disbelief. "You've got it bad for her like that?"

He nods. "Oh, yeah. Completely. Too bad she and Maddie are fucking attached at the hip. Otherwise, I would have made my move on her a long ass time ago."

The beer travels down my throat, and in seconds it feels like my headache is already going away. "I'm sure Maddie would understand if you tell her. If she knew you felt that strongly then—"

"Are you kidding? This is Maddie we're talking about. Besides, there are just some things you don't do to a sibling. Like, fuck their best friend. It'd be like her making a move on you." He shudders at the thought.

I gulp.

Loudly.

"I guess you're right," I say. Although I want to say much more, I keep my mouth closed.

I can't tell him how I'm honestly feeling. I can't tell him that I want to fuck Maddie into next week. I can't tell him that I pictured her face as I came inside Sadie last night. If I do, he'll no longer be my best friend. He'll beat me to a pulp.

Plus, the feelings he has for Maya aren't the same feelings I have for Maddie. I don't get attached to anyone. Everyone in a ten-mile radius knows that. I want to fuck her and get it out of my system. That's it. Nothing more.

"So, Jennifer told me that Kelsey is having a party at her place tonight," he says casually. "I guess her parents are out of town for the weekend too. You want to go?"

"Will Sadie be there?" I grin wickedly when he nods his head, the both of us erupting into another fit of laughter. "What the hell, then? Might as well go for round two, right?"