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Brother's Best Friend

By: explorer900408



Hey this is obviously my new story, I'm not sure how long it will be or how long it will take between posts because i am still thinking of the story. Forgive me for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I tried hard to re-read and find mistakes but some may have slipped through. Also forgive me if i have any of the British SAS bits wrong, I have done some research but it may be wrong. I switch between Ryder's and Katie's POV because I don't have the skill to write in the third person. Hope you enjoy it :) 

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Epilogue (Katie's description):

My parents died when I was 14 in a freak car accident leaving me in the care of my nineteen year old twin siblings. Greg was the over protective, hypocrite of a brother never allowing me to date when he was out womanising every girl he laid eyes on. It was easy for him to womanise because of his jet black hair cut to accent his angular face and his stunning green eyes. It was fair to say even without his good looks he still could have got any girl he wanted by being the quarterback of the football team at college, his chiselled body and his melting smile. 

He was laid back to almost everything accept me. He kept boys at a distance by telling them when he was about to leave anyone who came near me or put the moves on me would be in big trouble. I still loved him though. He let me go out with my friends after I had done my homework and chores, making me laugh when I needed it, and driving me where ever I needed to go when I was younger. 

My sister Brittany on the other hand was almost the complete opposite. She had the same hair, eyes, facial feature even though they were masculine she still looked amazing. Her hair fell to her shoulders with bangs helping ease he chiselled features slightly. She attracted the same amount of attention as Greg with her big boobs and being head cheerleader. They both went to the same local college and worked part time to provide for us.

Brittany was a bitch and a slut. Even though Greg was a man whore he was still discrete and never brought his companions home. She, however always did meaning lack of sleep for me with all the screaming and then awkward encounters at breakfast the next morning. She also thought I was from another planet because I didn't date and actually studied. She only liked me if I was asking for her help on buying on outfit or something like that.

They are both 21 now. Greg is a mechanic and still managing to grab every girl's attention. He lives at home with me still where as Brittany moved into a flat not far from us. She is now a hair dresser and still keeping the conveyor belt of men moving. She still brought them back to ours if they couldn't wait which was beyond annoying.

Then there was me, Louise. I looked nothing like my two siblings and was not much like them either. I had blonde hair that I kept long and keeping it in a mess of unruly curls. I had icy blue eyes that were people often thought were contact lenses. I kept slim by doing track at school as well as playing volleyball. I got a lot of attention at school from boys after the threat from Greg had wore off but I didn't bother not wanting to risk there lives bringing them home to Greg. I was still a virgin and had never been kissed. I didn't think I was pretty, I thought boys only were interested in me because they couldn't have me.

There was one more person who lived with Greg and I. Ryder, the arrogant best friend of my brother since year one. We couldn't go a week without having a serious argument. He was just as protective as my brother, my babysitter when he went out, and not to mention my tormenter through the worst years of my life. He was the most perfect man to every other woman on the planet though. 

His mother was Italian and his father English so his skin had a natural tan all year round. He knew fluent Italian charming girls easily by flipping the switch from English to Italian. His brown hair cut short on the sides and slightly longer on top and always dishevelled from his habit of running his hand through it. His chocolate brown eyes catching your attention immediately which turned black during times he yells at me or is annoyed. His 6" 2 swimmers body well toned from his job as a British SAS, only going on missions when he was called out and we never knew how long he would be gone for or when he would get back. However when he was back he would make up for lost time with girls, bringing countless girls back to ours annoying me further. And even though he infuriated me, his charm had already worked on me. I did fancy him but no one knew. What was the point in telling, nothing would happen between us.

Katie:

I was walking home after school when my phone started to ring. I looked at the screen and saw it was Greg.

"Hey bro. What are you calling me for?" I asked confused, Greg never calls unless he is drunk and in need of a lift.

"What, can't I just call to hear the sweet voice of my little sister?" He said in a sickly sweet voice.

"Erm, the same sister you called a spoilt brat yesterday?" I replied jokingly, recalling our short argument yesterday over what channel to watch on the TV.

"Too true sis." He laughed. "I just called to say Ryder just got back."

I sighed. He had been gone for 3 weeks and I was glad he was back because it meant that he was still alive but the house had been free of tedious arguments for that long (not including the one the night before with Greg.) "Ok, thanks for the heads up. Bye" 

"Bye. And be nice." He quickly added before I hung up on him. 

I reached the house and unlocked the door with the key because Ryder always locked the door when he got back because he would be going straight to sleep. I walked down the hall and into the kitchen, dropping my keys and bag on the counter. As I walked in I saw his kit lumped in a pile in the corner of the kitchen in front of the fridge. It was covered in dried dirt. I heard Ryder's snores coming from the living room so I went in to see how beat up he was this time.

He was stretched all across the settee, his legs hanging over the edge still in his camouflage uniform. He looked kind of sweet asleep in a masculine kind f way. He had a bruise over his left eye, a cut on his chin and bruised knuckles. I never asked questions on how he got his injuries because I would just worry about him. I smiled happy to see that not too much damage was made to his gorgeous face compared to the last time he had returned. 

I went back into the kitchen to make a start on dinner knowing the moment he awoke he would want food. I decided seeing as he had had an obvious hard few weeks I would make his favourite, a simple spaghetti bolognese just the way his mom makes it. His mom, Allegra, had taken to me when I was young saying I was the daughter she always wanted. She didn't take to Bella though because as she told me before, Bella was too much of a handful with her childish strops and attention seeking. Allegra taught me all of her cooking secrets and how to speak Italian. She tried to teach Greg as well because she loved him too but he was more concerned with playing with Ryder. Ryder and I would sometimes have arguments in Italian while speaking in cheerful voices to make Greg think we were getting along. We almost never managed to resort to Italian though. 

I started to get things out of the cupboards to make dinner when I needed things out of the fridge but Ryder's kit was in the way. I tried to pick it up to move it, underestimating the weight of it causing me to drop it on my foot. I yelped in pain. I hobbled on one leg trying to nudge the bag out of my way instead but I tripped over it banging my head on the cupboard. I sat with my back up against the cupboard clutching my soar foot in one and while feeling for blood on my head with the other. My eyes were shut trying to stop tears from escaping my eyes.

Ryder:

A dull thud woke me up from my deep sleep. It was closely followed by another bang that was louder, which is when I decided to see what the noise was. I half stumbled, half walked to the kitchen rubbing my eyes as I went to find Katie crouched on the floor, her eyes clenched shut. She was hurt and that raised the protective instincts from me, immediately wanting to make her better. 

I had known Katie most of my life and she had been like a sister to me including the family arguments. She had always been Squirt who needed protecting from boys; well at least that's how her brother and I saw it. She had definitely changed in the past year though. She had become curvy developing a body to die for with perky breasts that seemed to be a perfect handful. Her hair would be perfect to knot your hands into the help you drive her to climax. She had become confident, discovering the joys of partying and hanging out with friends. 

I fancied her like most other guys did, hey I'm only human I thought. In her tight jeans you can't help but check out her ass. I managed to keep my dirty thoughts hidden and act as normal. I was never going to touch her, she meant to much to Greg for me to play her like I did others and I didn't want a relationship even if it meant I could delve into that sweet little body of hers.

I moved to sit next to her on the floor, wincing slightly as I bent my bad knee. 

"Katie." I whispered not wanting to surprise her too much. She jumped slightly and released her head to show a small blob of blood in her hand. 

"It was your stupid bag." She almost whimpered opening her eyes to show puddles of tears. She looked so cute and vulnerable. 

I smirked slightly knowing immediately what had happened. "You tried to move my bag didn't you?" I asked quietly again.

"Why is it so damn heavy?" she replied answering my question. "I dropped it on my foot and then tripped over it." 

"Let me look at your head." I twisted my top half to look but she started to move. 

"No you're too rough." She moaned edging away from me.

I sighed. "I promise to be gentle." I looked into her eyes to try and get her to trust me. She nodded and I moved closer to her again. She turned around so I was looking at the back of her head. I parted her hair reviling in the softness of it, catching hints of her shampoo. She smelled delicious, almost mouth watering. I shook my heard. How can I think that, I thought, stop smelling her hair. 

"How bad is it?" she asked, her voice meek. She must really be in some pain, I thought, she is never this quiet. There was only a small scratch oozing a bit of blood, the majority I guess she had already wiped away with her hand but she was forming a lump behind the scratch. 

"It's nothing; I've had bigger cuts from shaving." I released her hair. "It's your foot I'm more concerned about."

She turned to face me. "Why?" she asked confused.

"That bag weighs more than you and it could have done some damage." She turned around to face me and pulled off her shoe. She started to massage it wincing slightly. I shook my head. 

"What am I doing wrong now?" She snapped at me. 

"Wow pain makes you cranky." I joked. "Let me look at it. Sit your back against that cupboard..." I pointed to the cupboard that was opposite me "...and stretch your leg out to me." 

She did as she was told for once and I started to check her foot for breaks. Medical training sometimes comes in useful.

"What were you cooking anyway?" I asked trying to distract her.

"You're Mom's spaghetti bolognese, I thought I would be nice and treat you." She said in her normal voice. 

"It would have been nicer just to let me sleep you know." I pushed the base of her foot causing her to wince.

"Oh I am so sorry you left your bag in a stupid place." She drawled sarcastically. 

I smiled at her. "Anyway, my mom wouldn't have told you her recipe, that's a family secret." It's true, it is a family secret and my mom said she would go to her death rather then tell someone what the recipe was. 

"Wanna' bet?" she had raised her voice, cause she hated it when people didn't believe her. 

"What would I win if I won this bet?" I loved betting with Katie because she hardly ever won.

"What would you want?" 

"You have to clean all my army stuff to my standards." My standards and her standards were different. The army had made me slightly OCD over cleaning or organising jobs.

I could see her thinking about it; it was a lot of kit. "Fine. But if I win I get to go to Lola's party and come back when it finishes, not when you want me to come back, and I get to borrow your bike to get there." She had a smug smile on her face. I loved my motorbike; it is a black Ninja ZX-10R that I had worked six months over-time to get. 

"You can't even ride a bike." I replied cautiously. She still had the same smug expression.

"I got my license last week, Greg has been teaching me on his for a while." 

"What's wrong with your car." I whined childishly not wanting to even put my bike in a position that it could get damaged.

She started to get up, tugging her foot from my grip. "Nothing, I just like to see your pain. Is it a bet?" she asked extending her hand.

I thought about it. I had seen her on Greg's bike and she was a good driver. But Lola's party had a reputation for being wild. I had a great idea though. I smiled. "It's a bet." I shook her hand and she quickly but calmly started to hobble round the kitchen to cook the meal. 

"Can you move your bag please?" She called over her shoulder. I carried the bag into the living room and lay down to go back to sleep. There was no way she was going to win the bet.

Brother's Best Friend Ch. 02



Hi everyone. Thanks for your comments on my last chapter. I am trying to find an editor but until I do you will just have to put up with a few more mistakes. Hope you like this chapter, don't forget to rate and comment. 

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Katie:

I was finally going to go to a party without a curfew. Allegra told me the recipe while he was away. I always spent more time with her while Ryder was away to make sure she didn't worry too much. I looked up at the clock and saw that I and been cooking for four hours, careful cooking and ringing Allegra to double check on unusual ingredients. The party I was going to started in an hour so I put the sauce to simmer and ran upstairs to get ready. 

I looked through my wardrobe and found a mid-thigh black dress with a lacy crop top with long sleeves that would look perfect underneath it. 

After I put them on I scraped my hair back into and messy ponytail but not managing to get all of the knots out of the end. I felt like really making an impression so I put on some mascara and clear lip gloss, finishing to my look with a pair of black studded dolly shoes so I could ride. Walking into the kitchen I saw Greg picking bits of half cooked pasta out of the pan. 

"Can't you just wait you pig." I laughed, pulling the sauce and pasta off the heat.

"I have had a hard day at work. I expect my meal to be ready for when I come home." He replied throwing a piece of pasta at me. He looked me up and down. "Why are you all dressed up?"

"Ryder and I made a bet and I win going to Lola's party in the club on Ryder's bike." I smiled broadly. "He doesn't believe I know his moms pasta recipe."

"Well, I will go and wake him up so you can prove that you do know it." He started to walk out of the kitchen as I dished up. The two of them came waltzing back into the kitchen looking like ravenous dogs.

It was Ryder's turn to look me up and down, scrutinising what I was wearing. I couldn't recognise the look in his eyes at all. 

"You are getting a bit confident aren't you Katie. You don't even know if you're going to win yet." He picked up his plate with a cocky smile. I picked up my plate (which was a quarter size of their potions) and started to walk into the living room. "We are about to find out aren't we. Now sit down and eat so I can get going."

I sat in the middle of the couch and they both slouched either side of me. Greg started to twirl the pasta around his fork. 

"I have to say Ryder even though I don't want Katie to go to this party you are going to loose. She knows the recipe." He stuffed his face with his colossal fork full of pasta.

I turned my head to look at Ryder who was about to eat his first mouthful. As I put it in I saw the look come across his face... defeat. He looked at me and I plastered an eat shit smile on my face.

"So do I know the recipe or not Ryder?" I asked in a sickly sweet voice.

He gulped. "Fine you know it." He whispered so low I barely could make out what he said. 

"Sorry what was that?" I teased cupping my ear.

"You know the fucking recipe." He said, complete spite filling his voice.

I quickly ate the rest of my plate watching Ryder out of the corner of my eye relish my cooking but hating it all the same. I stood up and turned to Ryder.

"Key's please." I stuck my hand out and he just looked up and my face like I was mad.

"You are not riding my bike dressed like that." 

He suddenly stood up making me step back almost tripping over Greg who was too engrossed in his food to notice. "In fact you are not going out dressed like."

I stuck my hands on my hips and glared at him. "I think I am, that was the bet. Now give me your keys." My voice was steadily getting louder. How can he back out of a deal, I thought.

"Go and change and I will drive you to the party." He pointed up the stairs managing to keep mellow.

I turned quickly flicking Ryder in the face with my hair. "Greg tell him." For once I needed my brother.

Greg slowly put his plate down and stood up. "Ryder you did make a deal you have to honour. She can wear what she likes even if she will cause some guys to get beaten up by us." I heard Ryder sigh deeply behind me. I was about to turn round and give him another mocking smile but Greg continued. "But I don't think it is safe for you to ride in that dress. Lola is having her party at Max's club again" Max was Lola's brother "and he said to come down. Ryder can drive you, stay and party with Max and then drive you back." 

I glared at Greg like he was insane. He the stern look on his face told me he wasn't going to change his mind or compromise. Screw compromising, I thought.

I stormed upstairs and changed my shoes to a pair of ankle boots with high heels. I walked back downstairs. I grabbed my own keys off the hook and walked out of the door. I got into my red convertible mini and back out of the drive and full speed. 

I was so pissed off. How could he back out of a bet like that? I started to calm down as I reached the club. I parked my car quickly and walked to the door where I gained instant access because Lola and told the bouncers to let me straight in. 

The club was filled with people all crushed together on the dance floor with heavy dance music playing. I scanned the room until I found Lola by the bar with her latest catch. She was wearing a bright red boob tube dress that barely covered her and red stilettos. Lola is gorgeous but in a fuck me way and she definitely uses this to her advantage.

"Oh my God you made it!" she screamed over the music, hugging me tightly in excitement. "How did you get past your guard dogs?"

I smiled at her. "Well, Ryder made a bet with me and he lost. By the way are you going to introduce us?" I indicated to the boy draped all over her.

"This is Sam. Babe this is Katie, you know my best friend." She cooed at him. 

"Nice to meet you." He said while squeezing Lola butt. 

"Ditto." I replied.

"Do you want a drink then?" Lola asked, calling for a bartender.

"Yeah, I'll have a Jack Daniels and coke." 

Lola turned to me with a strange look on her face. "What's up with you, are you upset or pissed off?" she turned to Sam. "Babe piss off for a bit." Sam left quickly as my drink arrived. I only drink whiskey when I was upset and Lola had learned this habit. 

"Ryder wouldn't give me his keys to the bike even though that was part of the bet and he made me feel like I had dressed like a right slag." I knocked half my drink back in one go, loving the feel of it warming my insides as it went. 

"Well I think you look amazing!" she exclaimed. "I have said this so many times, that man fancies you!"

I laughed. "Yeah right. Why would he want me when he could have any girl her wants?" 

"Cause you are gorgeous girl! You know what we need?" 

"I can only guess..." 

"Shots!" she shouted. She called the bartender over again. "We need six tequila shot, some lime slices and some salt." The bartender nodded and walked off returning quickly with Lola's order. 

"Ok 1...2...drink!" we both started to do the shots in a row before laughing at each other's reactions. "Seriously you need to get laid Katie." 

"Why, what difference would it make?" I drank the last of my whiskey.

"Believe me, it made me who I am today." She slurred already quite drunk. One thing Lola couldn't do was hold her drink.

"What's that... a slag?" I joked.

She thought for a moment. "Yeah actually." We both burst out laughing. She suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled in the direction of the dance floor. "We must dance, to get you laid."

We both started to dance, Lola seductively, sticking out her bum and bumping people with it and me, dancing without a care in the world with my dance training giving me a gracefulness. After a while Sam appeared and started to grind Lola's ass into his crotch. A few boys tried to do the same to me but I always just changed which was I was turned or moved to get away from them. After the sixth boy tried decided I was tired and went to get another drink.

As I ordered another whiskey I looked at the booth at the end of the bar to see Ryder, Max and three other men standing there drinking. Ryder had his eyes fixated on me. By the time my drink arrived I was angry that he had come to the party. I grabbed my drink and strode over to him.

"What the hell do you think you are doing here?!" all the other men around the booth were now looking at me, surprised. Ryder kept the same smug expression on his face though.

"I am here having a drink with my friends and eyeing up that hot piece of ass over there." The other three dared to laugh but Max looked nervous seeing me fly off the handles a few times with Ryder. I looked to the right and immediately spotted who he would be eyeing up. 

I laughed. "She has a boyfriend. A long term boyfriend." 

"Yes but I am the man who breaks up relationships." He replied cockily.

"Why you selfish dickhead! You would break up a relationship, a happy relationship, for a lay when you could pick anyone else." I screeched at him. 

Max who was the closet to me so he whispered in my ear. "Hey Katie it's my fault he's here. Don't make this any worse." 

I sighed. Max always made sense and his smooth voice somehow always made me calm down. "Fine I won't." I whispered back.

"By the way, see the man in the left hand corner of the booth, looking you up and down." He whispered again. 

I hadn't notice him before but I looked now and he was gorgeous. He had amber eyes, a masculine face and a full blown six pack from what I could see under his tight black t-shirt. He was covered in tattoos that I found totally hot and he was wearing a peaked black beanie so I couldn't see what his hair was like. His golden eyes were in the process of what looked like visually undressing me. 

I turned my attention back to Max. I nodded in response to his question. 

"Well he thinks you are hot so ask him to dance." 

I smiled. I turned my whole attention back to the group. "I don't know who everyone is. Can you introduce me Max?" I winked at him. " Of course this is Jay..." he pointed to an aggressive looking man "This is Marc..." he pointed to a gangly man "And this is Aiden" he pointed to the gorgeous man. "Guys this is Katie." 

I smiled sexily while locking eyes with Aiden as they said hello back. Now this was the bit I hated but needs must. My mouth went suddenly dry so I downed my drink which seemed unusually small and opened my mouth to ask him to dance. But I was cut off by him.

"Hey do you want another drink?" he asked flashing a lopsided grin.

"Sure." Jay got out of the booth so Aiden could get out and sat back down. 

"Do any of you want a drink?" my heart sank thinking he was just being polite with me but as the boys started firing orders at him he said "Guys I was just being polite." He placed his large hand on the small of my back and guided me to the bar. 

"So what are you drinking then, lil un'?" he drawled at me.

I smiled at the fact he had already given me a nickname. "I'll just have a beer, please." I flashed him another smile as I rested my elbows on the bar sticking by bum out as I did so. This act was rewarded with a lingering gaze from Aiden and the bartender. God, I thought, the drink has definitely made me more confident. 

He ordered two beers and gave me his full attention again. "Wow a girl who doesn't order light beer is a rarity." 

"Well I'm not like most girls." The drinks arrived and I took a swig from the bottle.

"I can see that from what you're wearing." He took a swig from his own bottle giving me his lopsided grin again.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked not knowing whether to take it as an insult or a compliment.

"Well I mean you dress elegantly, obviously not trying to grab a boy's attention. You dance for yourself, not for an audience. It's refreshing to see a girl not intent on luring a guy to bed." His face was full of sincerity and what he had said made me feel good. 

"Thanks." I said airily.

There was silence because I was so amazed he had told me this without holding back. He took this opportunity to look at my bum again. This time I decided to draw attention to it.

"Would you be checking out my ass by any chance Aiden?" I asked jokingly.

He laughed. "I'm just looking at one of natures beauties."

I cocked one of my eyebrows. "Wow, what a line." I teased taking another drink.

"Not a line, just the truth." He took another drink of his beer. "Want to dance?"

"Yeah go on then." I smiled and started to walk to the dance floor.

Ryder:

I don't know why it was bothering me so much. Here I was talking to this really hot girl who was literally all over me but I could not stop watching Aiden and Katie. That had been talking, drinking and dancing for like 3 hours now. I could see him moving closer and closer to her with each change of a song. 

"Hello are you even listening to me?" the girls annoying voice chimed. She was hot but boring and annoying. My full attention was back on her again.

I sighed. "Sorry I was just a bit distracted." She turned around to look in the direction I had been looking. "Well if you want to get in that bitch's bed I'd move quickly. Looks like her man is about to make a move."

"Hey don't call her a bitch, Jane. You don't even know her!" I growled at her annoyed she was passing judgement on Katie when she was actually doing much worse with me.

I was suddenly aware of a light sensation on my cheek. I realised the girl had slapped me pathetically. "What was that for?" I asked incredulously. 

"My name is Jeanie, not Jane!" she yelled and stormed off. 

I laughed at myself before looking back over at Katie. Jeanie was right, Aiden was about to kiss Katie. He was grasping her chin lightly and tilting her head upwards, slowly moving in to her luscious lips. Unaware of myself I started to stride towards. 

As I reached them I hooked my arm around Katie's waist lifting her over my shoulder and ripping her away from Aiden. I started to walk towards the door as Katie began to pound on my back with her dainty fists. 

She was yelling things at me such as "what do you think you are doing" and "Put me down". As I walked out of the club and I searched for Katie's car when I heard her say "You lot get him to put me down."

I turned to see Aiden, Max, Marc and Jay standing behind me. Aiden with his fists balled and the others with shocked faces. " Ryder put her down before you start something." Aiden growled at me. He didn't intimidate me at all. I knew his muscles were a mixture of steroid's and long days at the gym but he couldn't punch for anything. I laughed at him. 

"Seriously do you think you could take me on, gym rat?" I was torn between decking him and getting Katie home. 

I saw him wisely back away slightly but he made the stupid mistake of opening his mouth again. "Why does she matter anyway? Like you say every holes a goal."

He had crossed the line and I was seeing red. I quickly flung Katie off my shoulder and pushed her into Max who held her still so she wouldn't be caught in the middle of the fight. I simply walked up to Aiden who reached to punch me. I easily blocked him and flung my fist at him with all the force I had. 

I heard a crack but I didn't know if it was his nose or jaw. As he was crouched over I brought my knee up connecting with his nose making him fall backwards onto the floor. 

"That motto goes for every other girl except her, you piece of shit." I saw him start to try to get back up again so I kicked him once in the ribs crippling him again. "Stay down you motherfucker."

I looked at Max who was still holding a struggling Katie whose eyes were filled with angry tears.

"Seriously Ryder, get Katie home before any police show up." He gently shoved Katie back to me, and I put her back over my shoulder. She had been shouting the whole time but I had managed to drown her out. "I'll drive your bike over tomorrow." 

I fumbled in my pocket and tossed him my keys. Marc and Jay were helping Aiden on the floor who was staring at me with hatred filled eyes. There's another friend I've lost, I thought. 

I started to walk towards Katie's car, with her kicking me again in the chest. As I reached the car I put her down and blocked her escape root.

"Give me your bag." I demanded.

"Why the hell did you do that?! To try and look all hard or just to ruin my life again!" she screamed at me.

"Just give me your bag, we can talk about when we get home." I kept my voice as stern as possible with my face just as stern.

"I'm driving home you ass." She opened her bag and started to fumble with her keys to open the car door. I could tell she had had too much to drink from the fact she was crying and stumbling.

"You're too drunk to drive. Just let me." I was starting to get irritated.

"I am not drunk!" she sobbed stumbling again.

I give up, I thought. I easily snatched the keys from her hand, unlocked the door and shoved her in the back seat, climbed into the front seat and put the child locks on all within 30 seconds. 

That drive home was almost unbearable. She was sobbing quietly in the back seat, sniffling occasionally. I had caused her to be like this yet again but it was definitely the first time I felt guilty. 

We pulled into the drive way and I unlocked the doors. She immediately climbed out and stumbled to the door. I was hot on her heels as she stormed into the house. Her tears had dried up quickly and were replaced with blind anger.

"You stupid dickhead! I cannot believe you knocked him out." She screamed at me.

Greg quickly appeared in the hall and was staring at her. "What is going on?" he asked calmly.

Katie turned to him and quickly said "Ryder knocked out Aiden just because I was talking to him and practically kidnapped me from the party. All in all he was acting like a complete bastard!" 

Greg turned to me. "Would you care to fill in the gaps?" 

I was angry again now replaying what had happened in my head. "She fails to tell you she was acting a complete slut, grinding against him and about to kiss him."

Katie lunged at me using all her weight to knock me off my feet and started to claw at my face. Greg quickly grabbed her around her waist easily pulling her off me and then holding her slightly suspended in the air, her legs kicking out wildly.

"Hellcat calm down." Greg was trying to soothe her back into sense while I stood there watching. She was beautiful when she was angry and all that built up anger would be amazing riding my cock to climax. I grinned at the thought but Katie took it as I was laughing at her and started struggle harder against Greg. I shook my head.

"Fuck it Greg, I'm going out." I picked up the keys to Katie's car and walked out of the door. I heard her screaming to come back with her keys but I ignored them. 

"Well Greg is going to have a fun night" I said quietly to myself. I didn't know where I was going to go but I knew I needed to find a girl to get my mind off Katie.



Brother's Best Friend Ch. 03



Hi. Still trying to find an editor but I am looking over my work alot more now. The last part of the story is there because the dance festival becomes a big part of the story later on so I just thought it was best to give some infomation on it. Comment and rate please. 

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Katie: 

The morning after the party and I had the world's worst hang-over. By the side of my bed was a glass of water, two tablets and a note saying "Hi, thought you would want these when you woke up, don't come downstairs until you have taken them and they have worked! Love G x" 

I sighed and rubbed my head while sitting up. The moment I was sitting up, I had to puke. I dashed to the toilet and threw up until there was nothing left in my stomach. Then I swallowed the pills and got back into bed. I lay there thinking about the night before and how to get revenge on Ryder, but I drifted back into sleep.

When I re-awoke my head-ache had subsided slightly and I could finally manage to crawl downstairs. I realised I was still wearing my dress from the night before so I changed into a pair of USA flag PJ shorts and a rolling stones t-shirt. Greg was sitting downstairs on the settee with a smug look on his face.

"What did I tell you about mixing drinks, hellcat?" he asked haughtily. To me it sounded like he was screaming at me reigniting the thumping pain in my head.

"Shh, why are you screaming at me?" I whispered back, crawling up into a ball on the arm chair.

He laughed. "Well how many drinks did you mix this time?"

I thought about what I had had to drink; tequila, whiskey, beer, vodka, flaming sambuca and a long island iced tea. I sighed inwardly at my own stupidity. "About 6 or seven, depends on how you look at it."

"What do you mean?"

"I had a cocktail that involved a lot of booze." I explained.

"Ohhh, the old long island iced tea eh?" he chuckled to himself knowing I always drank that when I was already drunk because I thought it would make me even more drunk quicker.

"I blame you for the fact I like that drink. You and your god damn pool party and another slut!" it was true, him and his girlfriend made me the drink at a party and I instantly fell in love with the taste and the instant warmth you felt.

He laughed again. "Well I can guess what your other drinks were and overall I would say that you had enough to drink to floor a 300 pound grown man let alone you." I flipped him the bird not knowing what else to say and he just laughed again.

"So are you going to tell me what happened last night or do I have to wait until Ryder gets back?" he asked seriously.

"Ryder is still out with my car?" I asked slightly angry. 

Greg nodded in response and gestured at me to tell him the full story. As I told him the full story his face never changed from the serious expression it held. When I finished I asked him to fill in the gaps from when I returned home and when Ryder had left.

"When Ryder left I dragged you upstairs, threw you in bed and luckily you were so pissed you fell straight to sleep. Ryder is over Max's sleeping off his hangover which he got when he went to the five bars after leaving here. And his face is sporting a few scratches off you hellcat." 

There was silence for a few moments and I decided to break it. "Are you mad at me?" I asked quietly. I was hoping he was mad at me and not disappointed.

He shook his head. "I'm disappointed that you reacted like a child when Ryder was just looking out for you." Here it is the last thing I wanted to hear. "You are too young to be doing this, especially with people who are older than you."

"Erm, excuse me you lost your v when you were 16 and I know that for a fact cause I walked in on you." We both visibly cringed at the memory. "So don't come talking shit like that to me." I said without raising my voice but with a lot of attitude.

"Watch your mouth, Katie." He warned. 

"No I won't. I'm 18 and have never had a boyfriend, never even been kissed because of you and Ryder and I am fed up of it." 

"What so you are just going to go and loose it with a randomer just to prove a point?"

"No, but it's nice to know that if I did loose it I wouldn't be thought of as a slag by my own brother."

"So you're telling me you'd never loose it just to piss me or Ryder off?" he asked sceptically.

"Maybe to piss Ryder off but not you, I don't hate you." I replied honestly.

He stilled. "I never want you to do that, you hear?" he growled pointing a finger at me.

"If you didn't want to know you shouldn't of asked." I stood up. "I'm going out, bye big brother glad to know what you think of me." I pulled on my comfy boots that were by the door and grabbed Greg's truck keys. I left the house yet again upset. 

As I started to drive I thought about things. I love Greg more than anything he literally was my rock in life but he was too protective and it made me feel like shit. There was only one place I could go at them moment and that was Allegra's. As I pulled into her drive way she opened the door.

"mio caro, what is wrong?" she asked as I ran into her open arm. She held me at arms length and looked into my eyes. "Well I can tell you need my hangover remedy and my neonato and your brother is probably the cause of you being upset." I nodded trying to hold back my tears. 

Allegra is a 5 ft nine ex dancer still somehow looks amazing after having a tough kid like Ryder and rocky marriage. She, unlike Ryder has black hair that is starting to grey very slightly. She has the exact same eyes as Ryder but her face was unconventionally pretty, with high prominent cheek bones, a button nose and a strong jaw line. All in all she was beautiful, with her inner beauty shining through. 

Ryder gets all of his other features from his Dad but there personalities were worlds apart. Her husband, Mic, cheated on her multiple times so she understandably divorced him when Ryder was 12. I can't remember him much because he was either at work or out cheating on Allegra. I do remember he was terribly handsome.

Ryder has most of his mom's traits; pushy, outgoing, smart, and loyal. His Dad was never around to look after him so Allegra had all the hard work but relished in having someone who loved her unconditionally after her difficult marriage. Ryder is and will always be her neonato. Even though she no longer dances she continues her love of it through me, sending me to dance classes, booking me studio time and entering me in competitions. 

I actually love dancing more than anything else that I do thanks to Allegra's determination but she never pushes me to hard. The one thing we often argue on is my song choices to dance to with her preferring classical and me liking to dance to alternate rock. 

She started to steer me into her house and into her kitchen sitting me at the breakfast bar. 

"Now while I make this tell me what happened." She started to walk around the kitchen while I relayed the on goings of last night and the morning. She started to put an egg, tomato juice, Worcestershire sauce, Tabasco sauce, salt and black pepper in her smoothie machine. She then was rooting in her cupboard and came out with a bottle of vodka. 

My stomach churned but I knew that she knew best. She added a shot and proceeded to mix the drink before making me some dry toast. When I had finished the story she placed both things in front of me as a type of reward.

She sighed deeply. "I thought I raised that boy to respect women." She said, more to herself than to me. "Well I am going to have a good chat to both of them, they should treat you fairly. However, do not loose your flower just to annoy my neonato because then you will have me to answer to."

"Ok." I muttered quietly slightly embarrassed about her calling it "my flower".

"Now eat your toast while I tend to the plants." She said ending he conversation and scuttling outside. As I was finishing my toast I heard the front door open and in walked a rough looking Ryder.

Ryder:

I was awoken by a hard slap on the side of my face. I groggily mumbled something but received another slap. My eyes snapped open to see Lola standing over me, her eyebrows knitted together in a frown.

My initial thought was how I ended up at Max's house. Max was fairly well off thanks to his club and a trust fund he got when he turned 18 so he brought his own house. Lola moved in with him instead of living with her parents because she could drink, party and shag as much as she wanted and Max didn't care, he was too busy doing all that himself to worry about her as well. .

My second question was why I am being slapped. However I never got a chance to ask my questions.

"Thanks for ruining my fucking party dickwad." She growled, looking very angry.

I yawned and stretched. "What?" I had no idea how I ruined her party.

"Thanks to your fight outside the police were called and shut down my party." She slapped me again, and it was really starting to bug me. "If Max had just given you up I could have carried on partying." 

"Come on Lola leave him alone now." Max laughed walking into the living room carrying a mug off coffee for me.

"Whatever, just makes sure he apologises to Katie as well." She left the room quickly but not before throwing the TV remote at my head.

"Seriously control your sister, she is doing my head in." I muttered.

Max laughed again. "She is beyond help my friend, why do you think I don't bother?"

We sat in silence for a few minutes drinking our coffee.

"Sooooo..." I knew where this was going. "About last night."

"Max just leave it." I grumbled.

"Well I would but Aiden is in the hospital with a broken jaw and nose and I had to kindly say to your whore that you were not interested in a relationship." 

"My whore?" I asked confused.

"Whatever the name was of the girl you brought with you. You didn't bother to learn her name so I wasn't going to. By the way she wants you to buy you a new dress." I frowned in confusion. He smirked before replying "You threw up on her twice." 

We both chuckled but only because we knew the conversation was about to turn to more serious matters.

"What was with the big reaction dude? It wasn't like her was forcing her to do anything." He asked referring to the one person I did not want to think about.

I sighed and leaned back onto the chair, shrugging my shoulders as I went. Max continued knowing he wasn't going to get an answer.

"Seriously, she is 18, never been kissed, never been shagged and never had a boyfriend. She is a straight A student in all of her subjects, does volleyball, running, dancing and is always entering dance festivals bringing back money for herself. Why can't she have a boyfriend?" he asked bewildered.

"Because she need's to wait for the "one". No way is she going to waste her time with losers like 

Lola does." I replied cruelly because Max could not understand.

"Hey don't go bagging on my sister. She is no angel but don't be mean." He answered defensively. "None of use waited for the "one" and we are having plenty of fun. No regrets, no hard feelings." 

"Whatever." I grumbled.

"Plus how do you know Aiden wasn't the "one"?" 

"You know why, dumbass." 

"True." He answered honestly. There was another long silence. "Do you want to be the "one" for her?" he asked quietly, so I barely heard him.

"No way man. She is my best friends little sister. I have known her too long. Plus why would I ever want to settle down when I can have any girl I want?" I answered in self-defensive. 

"Because you can't have any girl you want." He muttered again, this time I think to himself.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked off handed.

"Well... what I mean is... erm..."

"Spit it the fuck out!" I yelled.

"Like you could get Katie to go out with you." He spat out quickly.

I laughed. "I so could, so easily."

Max shook his head. "You couldn't. And don't you dare try to get into her pants to prove it."

"What, are you going to stop me?" I asked challengingly.

"No, but I will call Greg and tell him if you even dare to. I care about her a lot too and I am not going to let you fuck her and leave her." He yelled back at me. You see I have a short temper that no one can control except Max. He yells at me before I have a chance to yell at me which instantly seems to cool me off because I know I have taken it too far. Plus Max knows he wouldn't be able to beat me in a fight at about two inches shorter than me and not as muscular either but he could handle himself.

I sighed again. "Like I would do that." 

"Yeah, well either fuck off or come work with me. " he said back in his usual happy voice.

"Nah your all right, I gotta go see my mama anyway." I said getting up.

"See you dude." Max called as I was getting my keys, well Katie's keys.

As I drove over I thought about what Max had said about me wanting to be with Katie. I concluded I did not want to be with her, just fuck her. Yeah she was pretty, gorgeous in fact, funny, good natured, extremely smart, down to earth and exceedingly sexy but she was also ill tempered at me, and only me. It would just never work. I also thought I need to stop taking Katie's car cause I do not fit in the little mini.

I pulled into my mom's house and saw Greg's truck in the drive way. Great, I thought, I can get an ear full of upsetting Katie. I walked into the kitchen and saw Katie in the kitchen. She didn't notice me at first so I took the chance to admire her. Her t-shirt showed her luscious curves off and her short alabaster legs looked sinfully long in her shorts. It should be illegal for someone to look that sexy and innocent at the same time I thought. 

She suddenly turned and saw me in the doorway. He began to shoot daggers at me while sliding off her chair and walking away. I heard her shout from the back door "Allegra your son is here so I'm off." 

I sighed and laughed to myself. She must be really pissed I thought, she never leaves until she has given me an earful. 

She walked back into the kitchen and stood in front of me. She was looking up at me, her chin lifted because of our height difference. She suddenly held her hand out at me.

"I want my keys, you can drive Greg's car back." She muttered at me.

"What your not gonna yell?" I asked, astounded at how much I had managed to annoy her. 

"My head is hurting too much just give me the fucking keys." She growled.

"Hey, joven dama, what have I told you about that language?" My mom had just appeared in the room and was shocked to hear Katie swear.

"See mom, she is not the angelito you think she is." I told her with a menacing voice. 

"Shut up, dickhead." Katie muttered at me. I saw mom twist a towel slightly and whip Katie with it. 

"¿qué demonios?" Katie exclaimed rubbing the spot where mom had whipped her. I laughed slightly. "Tell your son to stop aggravating me and I wouldn't swear."

I was so busy laughing I didn't realise mom was re-twisting the towel tighter than she did with Katie. She whipped me and I gasped at the surprise of the pain. 

"Leave her alone, I need a good chat with you, neonato." She said sternly at me. "Give her what she wants and let her go." I dropped the keys into Katie's hand I stepped to the slide to let her past. "Hey, señorita you better be at the dance studio later or you will have hell to pay." She yelled after her.

"I will, I will." Katie yelled back. 

Mom whipped me again with the towel and I turned to look at her. "You better sit your culo down right now and tell me your side of the story."

I sat down and told her the story while she gave me a serious look. When I was finished she shook her head at me. "Like I said to Katie, I thought I raised you better. Do not treat that girl like one of those putas . She deserves some fun and you are just stopping her."

"She should wait though. Not waste it on some fool." I muttered.

"You want her." She said turning away from me.

"What?!" I exclaimed.

"I see the way you look at her. Pure lust, the same look you used to give to Mary." She said wisely. How the hell does she know, I thought. 

"No I don't. I just want her not to shag her way through life." 

"Don't use that word around me." I nodded. "Now you are going to treat that girl with respect from now on and do not man handle her. I will call Greg later and tell him the same. She is an adult now and you cannot control her like you used to."

"Fine." I said, I was going to carry on the way I was but I was not going to let my mom know that. "Can I have some breakfast now please?" 

Katie:

Walking into the dance studio before a few weeks before a festival is often so stressful, knowing I have to work hard. The festival I was entered in had a prize of £1000, but I had to dance two dances. I had the dances sorted, one to a classical piece and mainly ballet, the other to 'No One Does it Better' by You me At six which was also ballet but had a few acrobatic moves in it and the moves were a lot bolder. 

The problem was with the festival was Elisha Maya was there and she hated me since I beat her in previous competitions. I had seen her lurking outside the studio after I had used it making me very suspicious. 

On top of the festival I was also working on two other dances for an audition to a dance school. These two dances were to show off my skill, creativity, and to wow the school so I wasn't dancing to anything classical. My first dance was half way complete but still rough but my second dance, I couldn't get any inspiration for it. I had barely anytime to practice the latter dances with trying to perfect my festival dances.

I walked into the studio wearing my joggers and t-shirt. Allegra was already sitting there waiting for me. 

"So, what do you want to practice today?" she asked.

"Well, can I show you my audition piece just to get your opinion and then I can practice the other dances" I offered putting my bags down and stretching.

"Good idea." I walked over to the stereo and put in the CD for both my audition dances. Allegra didn't approve of the songs I had chosen. As the song came on ('Bite my Tongue' by You me at Six.) she shook her head. 

As I began to dance she looked more and more intrigued by my unique kicks, turns, jumps and my extra prop a chair. I stopped the song just before it entered the screamo section. 

"What do you think so far?" I asked panting.

"That is incredible. Very rough, I saw many mistakes there but it was fantastic." she complimented. "What are you going to do for the last part of the song?"

"I can't decide yet. The same for the second dance. I need something to kick start it." She nodded. 

"Well you need to get a move on. By the way, on the last move you do, you need to extend your leg more." She was referring to a particularly difficult move where I run up to the chair do a cartwheel over it and fold up the chair, landing on my feet and discarding the chair to continue the next part of my dance. 

I nodded this time. Allegra clicked her fingers. "Right, now for the important dances. Start now." I laughed changing the CD and beginning to pirouette around the room.



Brother's Best Friend Ch. 04



I didn't speak to Ryder for the rest of the weekend, preferring to act as thought he didn't exist, than have another argument. 

On Monday, two days after the party, I went to school as usual and went to the gym for volleyball practice. However there was a note on the door saying "Practice cancelled I have a doctor's appointment, Coach Smith." I sighed and drove home.

Knowing Ryder was home I opened the door and walked in. I turned into the living room to see Ryder fucking some faceless, moaning girl. I groaned and realised they hadn't notice me come in. I walked over to him pulled out my heaviest book from my bag and dropped it on his back. As he leaned up to give me a hateful glare I saw who the girl was. My coach, Miss Smith.

"Oh my God, you can't leave one thing alone in my life can you!" I yelled at him. His eyes were turning black showing his anger. "And you..." I pointed to my teacher "Saying that you have a doctor's appointment and you were really coming to shag the tosser who lives in my house!"

I stormed off into the kitchen leaving Ryder glaring at me and Miss Smith worriedly whispering to him. I suddenly decided I hadn't finished and turned round to walk back to find them still lying there.

"Get the fuck out of my house you daft cow!" I yelled at her too angry to care that she was my teacher. She quickly started to get up rolling Ryder off of her. Luckily he was wearing his jeans so I didn't see anything of his but she was completely nude. 

She scrambled round for her clothes without looking at me or Ryder. We glared at each other from across the room. She left quickly without a bye from anyone or a recognition she had even left. 

I turned to walk back into the kitchen but I heard heavy footsteps. I was soon pushed up against a wall. He spun me around firmly by my shoulder. We were face to face glaring into each other's eyes. Rage filled his. His strong arms were on either side of me and he towered above me. He would have been intimidating to most girls but I was too angry this time to care. I noticed he had donned his t-shirt quickly before coming after me.

I waited for him to say something but there was only silence filled with his heavy breathing. I think he was trying to control himself before he spoke. I knew he was annoyed, as he had never pushed me up against a wall before.

"Are you going to say something, or just breathe on me, because I have stuff to do." I said starting to move forward. He shoved me back up against the wall reigniting my anger.

"You have no right to talk to someone like that." He growled barely containing his anger.

"I do if she cancelled my practice." I replied staring into his eyes.

"So your practice was cancelled. Big deal, can't you just be a little bit spontaneous?" 

"I can be spontaneous." I pushed him away from me with all the force I could muster and started to walk away. I was surprised he had moved.  "Was that spontaneous enough for you? Or do I have to be a slag like you to be classed as spontaneous." I said sarcastically stopping on the other side of the room.

"Very funny squirt." He said.  "Anyway why does one practice matter?"

"Because we have a game coming up." 

 "It's one game. It is not going to change your life is it?"

"Actually, yes. The game will impact my overall grade for the year in P.E. I need a good grade so I can move away from you!"

"But your other coach used to cancel practices." He said with a nod of the head showing that he thought he had won.

"Yeah, but she didn't cancel them to come here and fuck you, did she?" I folded my arms across my chest.

"How do you know she didn't?" he asked cockily.

I laughed, knowing he had never met my previous coach. "Because she was a 250 pound 52 year old women with saggy tits and an arse full of cellulite. Nothing like your usual type of bleach blonde, fake boob slags, just like Miss Smith."

"Who is Miss Smith!?" he said confused.

"The girl you were just fucking you idiot!" I should have known he wouldn't have known her last name, he never usually did.

"What's wrong with the fact she wanted to fuck me? Are you jealous?" he replied with a taunting voice.

"Yeah, I am madly attracted to you and want to fuck you right here, right now." I said seriously and with a seductive voice.

His face filled with confusion. "Really?"

I nodded slowly. "Come on I'm not stupid." I started to slowly walk towards him, rolling my hips as I went. "I know how good you are in bed. Those girl moans could not be faked, not from every single one of them."

His brows knotted in confusion. "Are you for real?"

 I stopped in front of him. "NO!" I shouted back finding his unusual display of idiocy amusing. 

"Do you really think I would want to have sex with you?" A smirk appeared on my face. "Though I would enjoy seeing Greg beat the crap out of you. I hate you and you hate me. I can't stand being around you."

He laughed bringing his arm up and rubbing his chin. "At least then you wouldn't be a virgin forever."

"Oh how mature. Maybe I would have been fucked the other night if you hadn't screwed things up and acted like the world's biggest jackass!"

"Did you really want to lose it when you were that drunk?" he countered.

"I wasn't that drunk." I lied.

"Of course you weren't." he drawled sarcastically. "Anyway you don't know anything about Aiden."

"I know more about him then you do about her." I said referring to Miss Smith.

"No you don't." he said crossing his arms.

"Do." I replied childishly. 

"Don't."

"Do."

"He has a fucking kid!" he shouted throwing his arms in the air. I was silent then not knowing what to say. "A two year old little boy, which he left at home with his girlfriend, to come out and hit on unsuspecting little girls like you." He said cruelly. 

"Why didn't you tell me that then? Why didn't Max tell me that?" I whispered finally finding my voice again. 

"It was the first time Max had met him so he didn't know, I have known him for a while." He replied. "Looks like you are going to stay a virgin then."

That was enough on the whole virgin matter. I turned and started to walk towards the door but he grabbed my arm again. "Where are you going?"

"Across the street to Owen's house." A smirk spread across my face. Owen was Ryder's worst enemy after me. Owen stole Ryder's girlfriend Mary two years ago and after many fights their hatred of each other had died into a contained disgust of each other. 

But the dispute was made worse by Ryder catching Owen saying how he was going to be the one to pop my cherry. Ever since then Ryder and Greg have kept me as far away from Owen as possible even though we live across the road.

Owen was ok looking, with grey eyes, a shaved head and a deeply tanned body which you could tell was from a tanning bed. He was also incredibly smooth talking but often his pick up lines were cringe worthy. I was willing to look past that though to piss Ryder off. 

"You are not going over there in a million years." He growled.  "You have more chance of me letting you fuck Aiden!" 

"Letting me?" I repeated incredulous. "I can do what I like Ryder. Plus you are the one that is obviously bothered by me being a virgin; I am just sorting it out for you." I grinned even wider. 

"We all know how Owen wants to do the honours. Plus fucking Aiden wouldn't piss you off nearly as much as fucking Owen would." 

"You would really let that scumbag, motherfucker touch you just to piss me off??!" he growled out through gritted teeth. The vein in his neck started to stand out prominently and his eyes turned back to the menacing black colour that often sprung a slight amount of fear from me.

My grin faltered and I knew my expression was showing my fear. I knew I shouldn't push him anymore but... "I would if you would just let go of my arm." I replied tugging slightly.
His grip on my arm tightened painfully making me gasp. "Ryder you're hurting me, let go." I replied slowly. I had no reply except for the grip increasing even more. I whimpered in pain and my other hand flew to rest on top of his as a reaction to the pain. His hand was practically twice the size as mine.

Suddenly Ryder flung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and started to carry me upstairs. I started to kick him in the chest. I knew it was time to lie to him so he would let me down and I could finish my plan.

"Ryder I wasn't really going to go over there. I wouldn't dream of it." I said frantically trying to sound angelic and honest. He still did not reply. He reached my bedroom, walked in and flung me down on the bed. He stood over me, glaring at me.

"Don't you think I know when you are lying to me by now Katie?" he growled and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I ran to the door and tried to push it open only to find he had already wedged it shut. I growled and kicked the door.

"I'm not a child anymore Ryder!" I screamed. "Let me out now!"

"No you're not a child but you are acting like one." He growled again. He probably was shouting as well but it was muffled by the thick wood of the door.

"I don't think a child threatens to fuck someone." I hissed before kicking the door. I heard him sigh quietly and start to walk away. I started to scream his name but he did not stop once.
I decided what I was going to do. Screw him if he think he can stop me, I thought. I changed from my t-shirt and jeans into my waist high denim shorts and a tight salmon coloured t-shirt with love across the chest tucked in. I picked up my red wedges to match my outfit and pulled my hair down into its unruly state. 

I walked to my window which I had climbed out of many a time. It had a large trellis scaling from the right of my window to above the porch which I had learned to jump from safely. I threw my shoes out of the window, climbing down to the porch and hopped off the top landing safely on my feet. I turned round to pick up my shoes to come face to face with Ryder having a smoke.

"Erm... Hi." I said nervously. 

"You are seriously going to pay for trying to go over there dressed in that."  He growled almost too low for me to hear.

I saw it in his face that he was just going to pick me up again so I pivoted and ran barefoot across the road. I turned to see him right behind me, closing in quickly. Owen lived only a few doors away so my plan was to run there and bang on the door for me to let him in. I had forgotten how quick Ryder was though. 

Before I had even reached half way to Owen's house I was over Ryder's shoulder yet again.
"Seriously stop picking me up you dickhead!" I growled kicking my bare feet against his hard chest. 

When we reached the house he kicked the door open and closed it. He then dropped me heavily on my feet and slammed me up against the door painfully. Well that's another bruise, I thought. He stared at me with anger filled-eyes, his large, strong hands gripping my waist and pushing me into the door. 

"Ok, I know what's going on but still, WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed at him. "You are such a fucking hypocrite, just like Greg. Can't stand to see me growing up because you now you will not be able to control me as much anymore. You know I won't follow you around anymore like I used to. You absolute bas-"

I was cut off by his luscious, kissable lips punishing mine in a brutal kiss. My first kiss. My hands flew to his shoulders instinctively trying to push him off me. But his tongue darted out trying to coax my mouth open and I willingly opened my mouth.

 As his tongue started an erotic dance with mine, instead of pushing him off me I had to cling on to him because of how weak my legs were. I could feel my panties immediately moisten and a low moan escaped my throat. My mind was fogged over with lustful thoughts of Ryder taking me up against the door. 

My arms wrapped around his neck pulling him into the kiss and my fingers pulled on the end of his hair. One of his hands had come up to cup my face while his other arm had completely snaked around my waist pulling my bottom half into him causing my back to arch. 

We would break apart occasionally to gasp but not even have time to look at each other before we started to kiss again. I could feel his arousal jabbing me in the stomach and another moan escaped my throat as I realised the size. 

I heard a car door bang shut and I pulled free from Ryder. I looked into his lust filled eyes and gasped. He looked as if he could fuck I right there against the door, even if it meant blocking Greg outside. 

I opened my mouth to try and speak but no noise left my mouth. Ryder chuckled at me and landed a chaste peck on my cheek. He gestured to the stairs with his head and I took that as a signal to go. I dashed up the stairs leaving him to deal with Greg. When I reached my room I closed the door and rested my back against it. The mirror opposite the door revealed the impact of the kiss on me. I need to get away from him, I thought.

Ryder

God she was so hot, I thought. Her reaction to me was perfect but at the same time I felt so guilty because this was my best friends little sister. That moan that escaped her mouth was the sexiest thing I had ever heard and made me rock hard. 

"Dude, are you even listening to me?" Greg asked looking at me curiously. We were standing n the kitchen and he was making himself a sandwich. 

"Sorry, went off into a daydream." I replied shaking my head slightly.

Katie then walked into the kitchen looking a lot more composed than she did before.

"Hey bro." She greeted her brother kissing him on the cheek and he gave her the same look he had given me.

"What's up with you?" 

"What you mean?" she asked smiling broadly.

"You're all happy. You've been a moody bitch for ages and now you're all happy." He faked shivered. "It's scary." 

She laughed and pushed him as hard as she could. "Shut up." He went to the fridge and got herself a drink. "Is it all right if I stay over Max's for a few days?" she asked. I had to stifle a laugh because I knew she was doing this to get away from me. She gave me a side glance telling me to shut up.

"Why?" Greg asked.

"We have this history presentation to do and Lola is completely stuck on hers so I'm going to help her."

Greg shrugged. "Promise me you aren't going to only go out and party." He said sticking out his pinkie finger.

"I promise." She replied with an angelic smile and looked her finger with his. I saw her cross her fingers behind her back and had to stifle another laugh.

"See you later then." She began to walk out of the kitchen when I looked her up and down. I stopped at her chest where I could see her visibly hard nipples through her shirt. I smirked and she followed my eye line before quickly crossing her hands over her chest. She raced out the kitchen looking very embarrassed.

"You do realise she crossed her fingers when she promised you?" I asked Greg sceptically.

"I have looked after her for nearly six years. Of course I know." He answered with a smile.

"Then why...?" I asked confused.

"She deserves some fun sometimes and she deserves to think she is getting away with it." He cheerfully filled in. I smiled at him and thought he is the best brother ever.
I heard something being dragged down the stairs. 

"Go and help her will you." Greg asking, filling his face with his sandwich.

I walked to the stairs and saw Katie dragging a suitcase down the stairs.

"Want some help?" I asked with a smirk because she had zipped up her hoodie to the top. She released the suitcase and walked down the stairs. I walked up the stairs to get the suitcase while she got her keys.

"You do realise you can't run away forever." I whispered to her.

"Who says I'm running away?" she replied cockily.

"You are Katie. Don't try and deny what you felt." I replied, getting slightly angry.

"Doesn't mean anything you know, it's just lust." 

"Oh really. Let me guess you had to change your knickers because they were so wet, and you have had to zip up your top because your nipples were so hard." 

She glared at me. "Fuck of Ryder. I think you and little Ryder need to go and have a long cold shower." She smirked moving her eye line to my still half hard cock that I had manage to hide from Greg. She grabbed her suitcase from me and stormed out the door. It was my mission to prove to her now that she wants me too, I thought.



Brother's Best Friend Ch. 05



Here it finally is after the long await. Sorry it took so long. Stupid computer crashed and deleted all my work. Hope you like it

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Ryder:

I decided to give Katie time before I continued my pursuit of her, not wanting to scare her completely. By the end of the third day I was going insane with lust. Fucking numerous girls to an unsatisfying climax that was only brought on by the memories of Katie's soft lips and throaty moan. I knew whatever I did I would be slow with her; tease those noises from her throat and make her feel so good before I even let myself be touched.

I got a phone call from Greg as I sat in the living room trying to concentrate on some football game. 

"Hey, I need you to do me a favour." Greg rushed out quickly.

"Shit, take a breath man." I joked.

"Go and speak to Katie at Max's. She hasn't been going to classes for the past three days but has been leaving the house every morning." He got out breathlessly.

"How do you know she hasn't been going to classes?" I asked, starting to get anxious from the tone of Greg's voice. Katie never missed school and if she did on the off chance, they were always authorised absences. 

"The school rang to ask if she was ok because 

it's so unlike her. I'm worried man." I had no doubt he was.

"Why can't you talk to her?" I asked slightly confused. He was her guardian, why did I have to deal with it?

"I'm at that conference thing until tomorrow night, idiot, I left this morning." My memory clicked back into place of the day's events. "Please go and talk to her." He begged.

I sighed. "Fine. I dunno what good it's gonna do. She never listens to me." 

"Thank you. I owe you one." He sounded relieved.

"More like ten." I heard him chuckle just before the dialling tone rang. I got up and started the drive over to Max's. My blood was already starting to boil just thinking of seeing her again.

I walked into Max's as if it was my own house and found Max hunched over paper work on the coffee table. I expected him to be at the club because Thursday was student night and one of the busiest nights. 

"What are you doing here?" I questioned while flinging myself onto the armchair.

Max kept his eyes on the paper work. "I don't know if you realise this but I do live here." I laughed. "Had to get this done by tomorrow and couldn't with all the noise at the club." 

I nodded. "Is Katie here?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Greg called to ask whether she'd been leaving the house in the morning and then told me what had happened. I thought she was going to school."

"Where is she then?"

"The club. She texted me to say she was on her way back about ten minutes ago." 

I looked at the clock and it read 12 o'clock. "That's early."

"Yep. Apparently she didn't feel like drinking." He turned a pile of papers over and signed the line at the bottom. "Done." He looked up at me for the first time and smiled.

"What's that for anyway?" 

"I am hiring dancers for the club so it's their contracts, then their safety stuff, then health and safety of the area they dance in." 

"All that for dancers?" I asked sceptically.

He grinned. "Special dancers."

I raised an eyebrow. "And that means...?"

He chuckled. "That's for me to know and for you to find out." He stood up and stretched. "Well i am going to the club to observe my new security guard." He started to walk towards the door.

"You work too much." 

"I like what I do." A door slammed outside. "Don't kill each other." He pleaded before leaving.

Katie walked through the door with a slight smile on her face. She looked edible. She had on a black bodycon dress that moulded to her curves like a glove. Over the top she had on a silver and black sequined cami that I assumed made her stand out from the crowd with her legs again made to look endless with her feet encases in black patent stilettos. She hadn't notice me yet so when she turned to remove her 'fuck me' shoes I saw her hair was up in a messy bun with a black ribbon somehow braided into it. I felt myself harden immediately. 

I shook my head to clear my thoughts before clearing my throat. She turned round abruptly, with surprise on her face that soon turned to annoyance when she saw it was me. Her shoulders were slumped in a look of defeat with her eyes a little misty. 

"What do you want?" she asked her words clipped.

"The school rang Greg to tell him you weren't going to classes." 

Her faced looked puzzled. "What?"

"You heard, you've been skipping school but still leaving the house. What have you been doing?"

She walked away from the door, closer to me. "You said the school rang?"

"Stop diverting the question. What have you been doing?" I ground out.

She laughed. "Don't act like you never skipped school." She started rooting around the paper work on the coffee table.

"This isn't about me, this is about you. Now answer the question." I told her sternly.

She sighed and walked to the table at the end of the settee that also had a pile of papers on. She began to look through them as well. "What do you think I've been doing? Let's hear some of your ideas genius."

"I dunno because you're too uptight to do most things people would skip school for." I couldn't help but goad her into some sort of reaction rather than the one she was giving me. She wouldn't even look at me. She again moved onto another table in the room and began rooting through the draws of them.

"So you moan that I'm skipping classes but tell me I'm too uptight to skip classes. How does that work?" she plucked up a piece of paper with a fake smile and walked back over to me.

"Just answer the question Katie, Greg's worried about you." 

"Remember me saying I had a history presentation to do?" She asked and I nodded in reply. She was close enough that I could smell her light flowery perfume. "I've been at the library for the past three days doing it. My history teacher wrote this letter to say where I was but I forgot to send it in." She handed me the letter.

I read it quickly and it confirmed what she had said. I nodded. "Ok then, just make sure you hand it in." I told her.

"I will." She kept her eyes averted from mine and despite clearing up the misunderstanding she still had the defeated and sad air about her. 

I frowned. "Katie what's wrong?" I asked gently. I reached by hand up to cup her shoulder, he skin as soft as snow beneath my hand.

She twisted her shoulder away and stepped back. "Nothing at all. Is that all you wanted?" She mumbled.

I stepped forward, grasping her chin so that she'd look at me. When her eyes finally met mine they were swimming with un-shed tears. "What's wrong?" I asked again in a hard voice.

She sniffed and tried to blink past the tears. "Nothing, just leave me alone." she stuttered out.

I sighed heavily. "Fuck that." I released her chin before grabbing her hand in a tight grip. I sat back down on the armchair before pulling her down onto my lap so that her ass settled against my crotch and her legs were swung over mine. I bundled her into my chest and held her tight, trying to subdue her struggles. My chin rested nicely on top of her head.

"Let me go Ryder." She ordered through the tears that had started to fall.

"Just tell me what's wrong Katie, please." I said in almost pleading voice. I didn't like being in the dark about why she was crying, it tugged me in ways it never had before.

She broke out into full sobs that shook her body. I held her even tighter, rubbing my hands up and down her back. "B-Bella was at the...the club and s-said something." 

I kissed the top of her head, her scent and soft hair tickling my nose. "What did she say squirt?"

"She said I-I kil-killed Mom and Dad." 

My body tensed in anger. "Where did she get that fucked up thought from?"

She struggled to get up, her sobs decreasing slightly. She wiped her tears and nose as she sat on my lap staring at me with guilt swimming in tears. 

She took a big breath. "She said that they-they were arguing about m-me in the car. Th-they weren't paying attention when they g-got hit. If I had-hadn't misbehaved th-they would have been pay-paying attention." Her sobbing started again, worse than before so I pulled her back down. 

I was angry, like wanted to kill someone angry. "Katie listen to me baby. Your parents were hit at a junction. Their light was on green and a drunken lorry driver ran his red light. They wouldn't have ever been able to stop what had happened." What I said was the full truth. There had been witnesses and CCTV footage to prove it. She shook her head in my chest, not willing to believe what I said. "You know they were hit by a drunk driver. Plus how would Bella know what they were doing? She wasn't there." 

Katie sat back up. She again wiped her face. "Then w-why did she say it?" She asked angrily.

"Because she's a bitch and you know it."

Katie:

Ryder was right. He was 100% right but still the guilt stayed. The pain stayed from not only the memory of my parent's death or what Bella had said but the fact Bella hated me so much. I felt my eyes brim again so Ryder pulled me back into him, yet again. Instead of my head being on his chest, he positioned my head on his shoulder. I could smell him all around me; I could feel him all around me. Well that's because he was. One arm slung tightly around my waist pulling me into him and the other draped over my legs, lightly tickling the soft skin. 

I felt safe in his arms. Like I was safe physically and emotionally. A few stray tears rolled down my cheeks so I hastily wiped them again. Ryder's t-shirt had ridden up from his stomach slightly, leaving his hard abs on show. I let my hands drop on the skin and pressed against it to feel a wall of muscles. He tensed momentarily but relaxed again. He was so strong just like the effect of his kiss on me was strong. I let my hands stroke up and down the skin. Ryder turned his head and kissed me on the forehead, making me sigh in slight pleasure from his lips being on me again.

I wanted to kiss him again. I just wanted to feel like I did the last time, totally lost in the moment. I kissed his jaw lightly, felling him tense beneath me. He wriggled, his slight movement making me finally aware of his hard member crushed against my thigh. I felt strangely empowered by this and so became brave.

I kissed his neck his time, a soft tickle of my lips against his skin. Ryder sat me up slightly, our faces weren't far apart. He was breathing slightly heavier than usually, the muscle in his jaw ticking with tension. I looked in his eyes to see that look again from the kiss. They looked carnal with barley restrained... lust is what I'd go with. 

"You're playing with fire squirt." He said in a gruff voice.

I smirked. "Maybe I want to get burnt." And with that I crashed my lips onto his in a clumsy kiss. 

My lips moved against his and he reciprocated but it wasn't like before, he seemed reluctant. I got desperate so clutched his head to mine and tried harder, my tongued scraping across his bottom lip slipping inside. Ryder pulled away.

"This isn't working." He said.

I felt rejected and hurt immediately. Before I could respond Ryder had grasped me by the waist, picking me up and positioning me so that I was straddling him. His erection was pressing against my wet core through my panties and dress making me groan slightly.

"Now this I can work with." Ryder said with a cocky smirk, grasping the back of my head and pulling me to him.

Our lips crashed again but this time he was in control and it made things 100x better. Every glide of his skilled lips and tongue started a new fire within me as I tried to reciprocate as best I could. My hands clenched his t-shirt. This was what I wanted.

Ryder's hands slipped to my cami before pulling it up and throwing it to the side. We both gasped for air before plunging right back into each other's mouths. His hands slid up my sides, reaching for my breasts. He cupped them in his large hands, gliding his thumbs over my hard nipples. I gasped from the pleasure so Ryder used the opportunity to go deeper into my mouth. He did the same thing again to my nipples and my hips jerked forwards in response, making me grind against his cock. 

Ryder broke the kiss and settled his lips on the side of my neck. "Don't jerk your hips like that." He ordered huskily. He slipped his thumbs again, slightly harder than before sending an electric shock to my hips, making them jerk. 

"I said don't jerk your hips. I'm in charge here and I don't want to lose my control before I have my fill of you." He murmured slightly sterner and louder than before. He nipped the curve of my neck with his teeth and I whimpered. "Now that is a sexy sound." 

Ryder slipped his head lower, placing kisses on the exposed skin of my chest and the slight swell of my breasts. "Sit up a bit." I did as he asked, rising my ass up off my feet while Ryder supported me with strong hands around my waist. 

Ryder looked up at me and I realised my breast were level with his chin. "Perfect."

He dropped his head and took my nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth through my dress and bra. I moaned hoarsely and my hands flew to his head to hold him in place. He bathed the nipple in his saliva before sucking on it hard and then blowing on it. The nipple strained through the layers of my clothing begging to be touched even more. I groaned when he left to move onto my other nipple giving it the same treatment. By the time he had done I was almost a puddle of arousal.

I was pulled back down onto my feet by a strong tug from Ryder. I was again grounded onto his erection that tented his jeans. He kissed me again, our tongues dancing erotically. My hands tried to open his jeans to give him the same pleasure as he was giving me but he caught my hands and nipped my bottom lip.

"Not yet babe." He whispered before placing my wrists at the small of my back. "Don't move them from there." 

A fresh wave of arousal swept over me from that order. "When did you get so bossy?" I asked breathlessly.

Ryder smirked. "If only you knew." He muttered, not answering my question at all. He kissed me again, his hands dropping to my breast again. He pinched my left nipple lightly making me gasp. He did it again harder this time and the slight pain faded into a glowing pleasure, making me moan. Ryder chuckled. 

I wrapped my hand around his head to pull him in for a kiss but he stopped me. He grasped by wrists and put them back behind my back. "Don't move them."

I sighed heavily but complied. He grasped the bottom of my dress and started to pull it over my head but my arms got in the way. "Put your arms up."

"Thought you told me not to move them." I countered saucily.

He chuckled again. I did as I was told and soon my dress was on top of my discarded cami. I had on a white lace bra with red ribbon looped in the cups with a matching thong. Ryder groaned at the sight of me.

His fingertips followed the curve of the cup as he spoke. "White for innocence, lace for sexy and the red ribbon for that little devil that fucking torments me all the time." His hands slipped behind my back and quickly unhooked the bra and flung it onto the ever growing pile of my clothes. I flushed at being naked in front of him so bought my hands around to cover myself. 

He cleared his throat. "I think your hands are in the way of one of the best sights of my life." I smiled but didn't move my hands. Ryder thought for a moment before reaching up to my hair. He made quick time of un-pinning it all and held the ribbon in front of me. 

"Katie do you trust me?" He asked cautiously. 

I thought for a moment. I did and I didn't. I trusted him with me completely; he would never seriously hurt me or let me get seriously hurt. But I didn't trust him with other people. He didn't seem to care enough for their feelings and that was what was important to me. 

"I trust you with me." I replied. 

He raised his eyebrow before sighing. "I'll ask later. I want to tie your hands and I promise to untie them in a bit. I just want to be totally selfish for now." He explained.

"Do you do this a lot?" I asked.

"Later we can talk but right now can I tie your hands?" He asked.

I thought for a moment which was difficult when arousal was still coursing through me and the idea he was proposing turned me on even more. "Go for it." I murmured before kissing him to show my enthusiasm. As we kissed he bound my hands behind my back. He leaned back from me and watched me. 

My breasts were now fully on display and the 

position of my arms pushed them forward. I flushed again and struggled to get free but the feeling of being restrained really turned me on.

"So fucking gorgeous it hurts." Ryder ground out through clenched teeth before he attacked my nipple.

The feeling of his tongue on my nipple was pure heaven. I couldn't control my hips like he'd told me too so he gripped my ass in both hands and pulled me into him, which kept me from moving. My nipples strained forward as if they were trying to break free from my body. I groaned and moaned and arched my back which earned me delicious bite of pain from Ryder's teeth enclosing around my sensitive bud. 

Moving away to the curve of my breast with little nips, Ryder let his hand slip to my thong rubbing the line where my skin and the scant material met. His hands slipped even more and brushed my lips causing a jittery breath to escape. 

"You are so wet babe." I flushed again embarrassed at how wet I actually was. I struggled slightly. "Hey, hey, hey. It's one of the most sexy things ever, after the noises you make." He assured me before using his free hand to tangle my hair and bring my mouth to his in a sweet kiss. 

I smiled against his lips. "Can I touch you yet?" I begged.

He shook his head. His hand on my lower regions tangled itself in my thongs and ripped it from my body. It was so carnal I felt another wave of wetness leak from me. 

"Fuck me." He groaned. I had shaved before going out so my pussy was completely bare.

Ryder looped one arm under my ass so that I was sitting on his arm. This made enough space between us so that he could touch me exactly the way he wanted. His thumb stroked my clit in one hard stroke and I groaned louder than I had before. He delved lowered and found my wet hole, collecting moisture before coming back to stroke me again. I was close, my body hummed with excitement. 

He lifted his hand and like my juices off his thumb, humming his approval of my taste. This time it was his finger that stroked me and started to delve within. It was slightly uncomfortable when he first went in but by the second stroke it was pure pleasure. After a few strokes he added another finger into my tight canal and I moaned. 

"You are so fucking tight."

I started to pant. I needed this now. "Please Ryder. Please." I begged. I looked into his eyes to find that restraint he'd had the whole time snap. 

His strokes became slightly faster and deeper. He curled his fingers and found a spot inside me to send me from begging to pleading. His thumb joined the party and my eyes snapped shut. I moaned loudly as I felt the wave of pleasure begin.

"Vola per me." And with that I came apart in his arms. My hips jerked in pleasure and I shuddered uncontrollably. As I moved I realised my arms were still tied which set off another wave. I made a sound that was a cross between a groan, moan and a whimper. With my ass on his arm he could feel every shudder of my body as my pussy convulsed around his invading fingers. 

Ryder slowed his strokes, petting me gently as I came down. I was gasping for air. I thought I would be happily sated but I wanted more. Ryder was staring me, his face the epitome of want. 




Brother's Best Friend Ch. 05



"More." I ground out.

"Most definitely." He agreed. His hands found the ribbon and quickly un-tied it. He then picked me up with me still straddling him and lay me on the ground with him nestled between my legs. He kissed me his fingers grasping my hair. 

I fumbled with his jeans and met his hands in the same fumble. Finally they were off and I could free his throbbing cock. He was long, about 9 inches but he was thick as well. I wrapped my hand around him and my fingers didn't even meet. 

He hissed out a breath as I stroked him up and down.

He tugged his top off as I played before targeting my nipples again. This time there was no teasing tonguing, it was just hard sucks and bites that drove me insane. 

"Ryder, please." I begged again, rubbing my thumb through the precum seeping from his dick. 

Ryder quickly reached up into a draw on the coffee table and pulled out a condom. Max literally kept them all around his house, his motto 'better over prepared than an under prepared parent.' 

He quickly rolled it on himself before sliding his hand over my stomach. When he poked my belly button I groaned in pleasure. Ryder looked up and poked it again eliciting another moan from me. "Really?" He asked. "Your belly button?" 

"What?" I asked in breathless confusion. 

"It feels good when I poke your belly button?" he did it again as if to demonstrate and got the same response.

"Yes." I gasped.

"I've never known a girl who gets turned on by 

her belly button." He laughed. 

"Stop teasing m and get on...oh" he nudged my clit with his head before positioning himself.

He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist tilting me slightly so that the head slid in. I moaned.

"I'm sorry." He said. I was confused until he surged himself in as far as he could go. Pain and not the good kind.

I struggled but he held me still. I grasped his shoulders as he murmured to me breathlessly to hold still. He kissed and nipped my neck and then bit the curve of my neck again making me whimper. He slid forward again, impaling me even more but it felt a bit less painful.

"I'm not gonna last long." He groaned as he reached the hilt. I felt so full as I took deep breaths. My body hummed.

"Just make it feel good again if you can." I asked before gently kissing him. He slid his hands to cup my breasts, rolling the nipples between his forefinger and thumb. He would pinch them very now and again. He began to rock forwards and backwards slowly, his eyes penetrating mine. It started to feel good again.

I started to moan slightly but wasn't happy with the look I saw in Ryder's eyes. It looked like he was putting himself on a tight leash. I grabbed his face between both my hands.

"Let go completely." I begged. He blinked once and the look was back that sent me insane. His fingers curled around my hips as he drove himself forward, hard and deep. 

The air was knocked right out of me making me release a strangled moan. Every thrust was hard and deep and his fingers held me so tight there were going to be bruises. My fingers clawed his back trying to hold him closer. His lips fought mine in a carnal kiss, his tongue imitating what he was doing to me. 

His hands were so large that his thumb managed to catch my clit in short, sharp strokes that sent me closer to the edge.

"Ryder, more, I need more." I was so close. He slammed home in piston jerks of his hips. This brought a slight twinge of pain along with a rush of pleasure. My eyes rolled back into my head as one more thrust sent me crashing. I screamed as I rode my wave. My internal muscles clenched Ryder for all it was worth, sending him over the edge. 

He growled his release, grabbing my hair in his fists and pulling my lips to his in a clumsy, erratic kiss. 

Ryder slumped over me, breathing heavily into my hair. I rubbed his back as the final flutters of my orgasm finished. I was so happy and sated; I didn't care if he was crushing me. When he lifted his head I expected to see happy and sated eyes. But I didn't, they were filled with regret and guilt.

"Ryder, what the fuck?" I asked nervously.

"I am so sorry Katie." He mumbled before rolling off me and sitting with his knees bent. He rubbed his hand through his hair looking distressed.

I sat up. "What are you sorry for?"

"You were vulnerable and I took advantage."

"I'm pretty sure I kissed you first." I stated getting up and pulling my dress on.

"But I should have stopped you. Instead I was selfish." He stood up and pulled on his jeans. He looked at me and then through his head to the side as if in disgust. His hair was a mess and his lips were swollen. "I fucking tied you up. I'm so sorry."

"You are crazy." I said angrily.

"I know I am. You trusted me to comfort you and I took advantage. Greg trusted me to look after you and I took advantage" 

I was in shock and was getting angrier by the minute. He was making me sound like some needy little lost girl who he had to protect. "Get the fuck out Ryder." I growled.

"I'm sorry Katie." He said before turning to leave. He grabbed his t-shirt and slammed the door as he left. I hated him at that moment in time

Then I realised how fucked up I was. He'd told me what to do and tied me up and I liked it. I did as he told me without any question and loved it. 

I felt dirty and it was more my fault than Ryder's. I collected the pile of clothes off the floor and ran upstairs into the shower after putting everything to be washed and throwing my bra and thong out. I needed to forget this as much as possible. 

As I curled up in bed every emotion piled on top of me like a ton of bricks. Everything Bella had said came back to me with all those unwanted feelings along with the anger I had for Ryder. I was an emotional wreck that ended up in my crying uncontrollably until I fell asleep.



Brother's Best Friend Ch. 06



I finally have a plan for this story that I am going to stick to! The sex in this chapter is only a paragraph long for symbolic purposes. The main characters don't have sex with each other in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it :) 

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Ryder:

I didn't sleep at all after leaving Max's. I felt awful for what I had done so decided to drown my pitiful self in whiskey. I drove to the closest bar and started chugging them back, sending a fuck off vibe to all those around me.

I completely lost myself with her. Her submission was not perfect but even more intoxicating because of it. She didn't sit there and take what I was handing out, she wanted to be an active participant and this want caused her to push back against my dominance. It was sexy as fuck. I'd fucked plenty of girls who let me tie them up to fuck them and happily lay there to accept it. But Katie, she wanted more. I couldn't help but think how much more of that lifestyle she's like. She reacted to the slight pain I gave her in a way I never would have expected she would. I couldn't get her face out of my head as she came but then it blended with the look of anger as she threw me out. She hated me for what I had done to her. I needed a distraction and fast. 

"Hey sexy." I heard a girl's husky voice in my ear. I turned to see Stacey, one of my more regular hook ups next to me. She had a short pixie haircut that was dyed grey, vacant green eyes and a pretty face, a face that had cost her father a bomb especially when you added in her boob job. She was one of the girls that let me tie her up and lay back to enjoy, a girl that when I gave orders to did them to get what she wanted rather than because it was her nature.

"Hey yourself." I murmured in a smooth voice that couldn't have been more forced. I appraised her in a way to show that I was interested which again couldn't have been more forced. She was wearing a leather miniskirt with suspender patterned tights and a tight vest top. The outfit wouldn't have been that slutty in my eyes but when my eyes dropped to the floor her shoes ruined it. They were the same ones Katie had been wearing earlier but she'd made them look like an invitation that had to be worked for unlike Stacey. She just looked easy.

"You looked a little down so I thought I'd come and...keep you company." Her voice dropped an octave lower on the last bit to make it clear what kind of company she was. 

Just the distraction I needed. "Fancy keeping me company elsewhere?" I offered.

She laughed a horrible imitation of a little girl's high pitched giggle. "My place or yours?" 

"Yours and you're driving." I got off my stool and started to walk towards the door. I could hear her heels clicking quickly behind me. I didn't want to be anywhere near anything that reminded me of Katie right now and was way past the limit. 

We got into her car and drove quickly to hers. Along the way she stroked my crotch, telling me she couldn't wait till I was in her. I kept on a straight face and didn't look at her until we arrived at her apartment. It wasn't a flat, too big and expensive to be classed as one. 

I looked over to her and wished she had long hair that I could tangle my fingers in to make her look at me, blonde, unruly long hair. I sighed on the inside and made do with grabbing her chin, forcing her eyes to mine.

"Go upstairs, get undressed and I want you on all fours on the bed. You have a twenty second head start before I follow and if you're not ready you will regret it." I ordered her. There was no point adding the last bit because she would be where I wanted her, annoyingly pliant and no need for correction.

She smiled broadly. "As you wish." That reaction to my order was not what I wanted at all but it would have to do. She scurried out of the car, went into the lobby and got into the awaiting lift. She had already started removing her clothes before the doors even closed. She didn't have to be worried about emerging naked in a corridor because she lived in the penthouse. 

I counted the twenty seconds in my head before following her path. When I got to her apartment her clothes were in a pile on the sofa with the door open to her bedroom. She was where I told her to be with her head at the foot of the bed. I wasn't aroused by her body poised ready for me and I felt bad for her. But she wanted this and so did I to a degree so I continued on my path into the room. 

She looked at me with a manufactured seductive smile on her face. "Don't move unless I tell you to" 

I let my hand trail a line from her shoulder to the curve of her ass. My hand cupped her generous cheek, curving my fingers so that I could feel the moistness coating her lower lips. Her breathe hitched. She was already wet enough for me to fuck which was a good thing. I walked back around to face her unbuttoning my jeans as I went. 

Her face was level with my flaccid penis. "Why aren't you hard?" She asked slightly irritated.

"I had a lot to drink. Now suck." I ordered. 

She shrugged before enveloping me in her mouth. She gave a good blowjob so I was hard in no time. I pulled free from her and walked back around before climbing onto the bed behind her. I quickly slid on a condom before circling her clit a few times. I grasped her hips and plunged into her and she made a porn star noise. I shook my head and continued to fuck her in steady stroked, building up her pleasure. Images of Katie kept popping into my head but I pushed them aside. She pushed her hips back onto me, telling me to fuck her harder and that I was the best shag ever. Stacey came four times before I managed to have a unsatisfactory orgasm. I rectified myself and got off the bed. 

"See you around Stacey." I told her before walking towards the door.

"Is that it?" She demanded.

"You know it is Stacey." I admonished.

Before she could reply I was out the door. I shouldn't take my frustration out on Stacey but I couldn't help it. Katie was on my mind and I was all hyped up. I needed someone else to take my frustration out on but in a different way. I took my phone out and called my friend Jay. He was five years older than me and owned an exclusive BDSM club on the outskirts of town.

"What do you want?" He answered gruffly. Manners weren't his strong point.

"I need a sub for tonight. One that's into toys, medium pain, orgasm denial and doesn't want sex." 

"She'll be ready for when you get here." He confirmed before hanging up. Being a long standing member and a certified dom had its perks. Now I could distract myself with tormenting a willing sub's little body. 

Katie:

I woke the next morning feeling like a pile of shit. My eyes and head hurt from crying and there was a dull throb between my legs. I suppose that that would be a nice reminder of the night before for most but for me I was just angry and upset and this reminded me why. I looked at my clock to see that it was twelve in the afternoon. I'd forgotten to set my alarm the night before and had slept right through. Not that it mattered; I didn't feel up to doing anything today anyway. I got out of bed and stretched before dressing in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and tied my hair up.

I felt a little confused about the things I enjoyed last night but did not want to tell anyone about them. I had a vague awareness of domination and submission in sex but not enough to put myself at ease because the words made an unpleasant picture in my head.

I looked around upstairs for Lola before going downstairs. Max was sitting in the living room staring into space. I thought to myself sound cheerful when you talk. "Do you know where Lola is?" I asked but my voice didn't come out cheerful at all. I didn't sound like myself. 

Max looked at me. "That rich kid she's been seeing turned up this morning and told her they were going to France until Monday." he told me. 

"Oh ok." I squeaked out before turning away.

"Why did he leave?" Max asked.

I froze on the spot. "Why did who leave?" I stuttered out.

"Ryder." He stated.

I turned back around and went to sit down, staying clear of the armchair. "We finished talking so he left." I lied.

"Don't lie to me Katie." Max said softly. He sat up and placed the empty condom wrapper on the table. His shoulders were slumped and he turned his head to look at me. My eyes were brimming with tears because the confusion I had been feeling had grown slightly. "Why did he leave after he finished fucking you?"

The tears over flowed and I sniffed. Max sighed heavily and pulled me under his arm into a tight hug. He whispered to me to tell him again. "He regretted doing what he did. He thought he took advantage of me." 

"And now you regret it too." He predicted.

I shook my head. "I'm angry because he made me feel all weak." 

"Then why are you crying?" He asked.

I looked away from him not wanting to say. I was crying because I felt dirty, I enjoyed things that weren't normal. "Katie answer the questions because if you don't, as much as it would pain me to do it, I will tell Greg." Max threatened.

He couldn't tell Greg, Greg couldn't know what happened. "I feel confused." I blurted out in a hurry to ensure he wouldn't act upon his threat.

"Confused about what you feel for Ryder." He speculated. I shook my head, feelings for Ryder didn't even come into it and I didn't want to think about it at all. "Fucking hell I am way off par today." Max muttered making me giggle slightly. My tears had dried up now and I wiped my face to get rid of the remnants. "Why are you confused?"

I looked away again. I felt so awkward; Max was like a brother to me. "Well...erm some of the...erm things that he did to me...well they shouldn't...erm shouldn't have gotten the response that they did." I stammered nervously, figuring out how to word my problem without giving away too much detail.

Max tensed and then sighed heavily. "Fucking hell, he went all BDSM on you, didn't he?" He asked angrily.

I stilled completely. There was a label for it which I recognised, that I associated with perverts and freaks. And I was one of them. "Oh my God." I muttered, holding my hand over my mouth.

Max pulled his phone from his pocket. I snatched it away from him.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"Katie, you obviously don't understand what's happened and you need to talk to someone. You can't talk to me because well you're like a little sister to me." He explained, reaching for his phone from my hand.

"You are not calling Greg!"

"Your right, I'm not." I loosened my hold on his phone and he slipped it from my grasp. He started to look through his numbers. "I'm calling a friend of mine who you can talk to." He lifted the phone to his ear.

"I don't need a counselling session Max. I can figure this out myself." I stood up to walk away.

"Everyone needs help sometimes." Max countered. "Hi mate, I need a favour from you."

I gasped in anger and stormed away. Before I was out of hearing distance I heard Max call "You're talking to them whether you like it or not. I'm just trying to help." I slammed my bedroom door shut.

I always complained about Greg and Ryder being pains as I grew up but Max had been as well. He was kind of the last resort, if Greg couldn't get through to me and Ryder couldn't, Max would step in to have ago before Allegra was called. He acted more like a big brother to me than he did Lola. As I lay on my bed literally wrapped up in a duvet, I heard a car door slam and then the doorbell ring. Max answered and I heard mumbling before footsteps ascending the stairs. I tugged my duvet tighter around me.

There was a slight tap on the door before Max popped his head around. "Are you going to come downstairs like a mature adult or not?" He asked gently. His voice was muffled by the duvet over my ears.

"I don't need or want to talk to anyone."

"Fine then." I thought he was going to leave me to it then but he then shouted loud enough for it to carry downstairs, "Dump and run situation!"

I was baffled by what that meant. I was then picked up, still wrapped in my duvet, and carried downstairs. I couldn't struggle because the duvet restricted my movement to a slight wriggle. I was dropped onto the sofa and before I could untangle myself, Max had fled the scene.

I huffed loudly before looking up to see the aggressive looking man from the bar the night Ryder beat up Aiden. He had mousy coloured hair styled to be longer at the front so that his forehead was covered, eyes so dark that I couldn't work out what colour they actually were, a ruggedly handsome face that was just breathe taking. He was tall at about 6 foot and had large muscles that suited his frame. I could tell he had large muscles by his black t-shirt moulding to his body perfectly, with black jeans and black army boots. He screamed power and confidence and I felt myself shrink into the duvet to get away from it. I maintained eye contact with him at a great effort.

"You're Jay right?" I asked.

He nodded. "And you are confused according to Max." He sat himself down in the armchair I had been avoiding in the morning. "Talk." He commanded. By some it could have been taken as rudeness but to me it just seemed like his nature to be direct. I averted my eyes from his for a moment before getting my resolve back and looking back to him.

"I'm not a dog." I bit at him.

He smirked. "No not a dog, but you are a submissive. A stubborn and difficult submissive by the looks of it." 

His words shook me. "I am not a submissive."

"Then why couldn't you hold my eye contact after I told you what to do?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish, not able to explain why. "Because you wanted to obey by nature but didn't want to at the same time."

"Just because I couldn't keep eye contact does not make me a submissive."

"No but from what Ryder told me and that added together, you are." 

I sat bolt upright. "What did Ryder tell you?"

"Everything. The ribbon, the biting, the twisting, the orders and the exploding orgasms." Jay smirked again. 

My face flamed. "Why did he tell you?"

Jay sat back into the chair. "Turned up at my club last night, BDSM club that is, asking for a distraction. He had his fun with a little sub and then spoke to me afterwards. Told me a tale of a sad little girl he took advantage of. He was cut up about it." I was angry again. I wasn't a sad little girl, and I was about to tell Jay. "But the girl he described is not the one I just heard about from Max or the one sitting in front of me."

I was puzzled again. "What do you mean?"

Jay leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his knees. "Ryder told me you regretted it, Max told me you didn't and you have told me you are confused. I'm going with the majority and deciding that Ryder is an idiot and you are not a sad little girl who was taken advantage of. I'm deciding you are a women who took what she wanted and has no regrets of it but a new part of her was awakened that she didn't know was there. And now you feel dirty and confused."

I stared at him flabbergasted. He was completely right. "You're right." I whispered back. 

He smiled again. His faced changed into something completely different. "Usually am. Now come on, you've got some exploring to do." He stood up and held his hand out for me. I took it and stood, and then it hit me.

"Hold on, you're telling me Ryder left here after fucking me and went straight to fucking some other women?" I asked heatedly.

"I'm here to speak to you about your sexuality, not your and Ryder's problems."

"I don't give a fuck about my "sexuality", I give a fuck that Ryder ditched me to go and fuck someone else." I practically shouted. I was too angry to care that I was taking my frustration out on the wrong person. 

Jay stepped up close to me so that he towered over me. He grasped my chin and pulled so that my eyes met his in an intimidating way. I looked away but he growled "Eyes on me sub." I complied immediately. My body started to tingle in the same way it did the night before when Ryder ordered me to do something. 

"Do not shout at me or talk to me in that tone of voice. I am here to help and I do not appreciate you repaying me by speaking to me like that. Don't do it again, understand?" His voice was gravelly but felt like silk as it skimmed my body.

I leaned into him unconsciously. "Sorry, I lost my head for a moment." I whispered.

He released me chin and his face returned to what it usually is. "Come on then." He turned to walk out the door. 

"Wait, where are we going?" I asked, following and grabbing my converse from the floor.

"To my club." He answered simply.

We drove in silence to the outskirts of town, till we reached an old manor house. A sign above the large door read "Sanctuary" in red cursive writing. Jay led me to the door before stopping. 

"You are here because you need to understand that you are not dirty because you are submissive. It is perfectly ok to enjoy something different to others." With his explanation still circling in my head he led me into a grand foyer decorated in dark colours with a large desk situated in the middle. There was a large staircase leading upstairs and a door on either side of the room and Jay lead me to the right which seemed, from the outside, to be of the bigger of the two rooms. 

Inside the room was lit by dome lights on the walls and there was a large bar just to the left of the door. But the rest of the room was a massive space with raised areas along the walls with different pieces of equipment on each pedestal. On one was large cross, on another a tall pole that reached the ceiling and on another a piece that looked like a bench. There were rows of toys such as whips and other items similar hung on the walls and a chest next to each stage. There were seating areas placed around the room, some facing the stages others placed to create some privacy for people. The room smelt like leather and a faint other smell.

Jay took a deep breath. "This is people's sanctuary, where they can come and enjoy what they want." 

I started to walk backwards out of the room. As I looked at each piece, I imagined myself upon them and felt the tingling again. 

Jay grabbed my arm. "Katie, if being a submissive was a dirty thing or something to be ashamed of, places like this wouldn't exist because people would keep it a secret and wouldn't embrace it."

"Why do places like this have to exist, why don't people just do it at home?" I asked, my voice quivering. "If it wasn't to be ashamed of, people wouldn't need to come here to feel accepted." I was saying every worry that came into my head, to get each one addressed so that I could accept it and then move along to the next.

"You're wrong. People come here to use the equipment that they can't keep in their homes. To learn new things. Doms come to meet submissive's like you." He patiently explained.

"You keep flinging that word around as if it is a badge of honour. Submissive means I do what people say, I don't stand up for myself, and I'm basically a drip which I'm not!" 

Jay stepped forward again like he did at the house. "I'm going to give you one more warning. Speak to me like that again and you will find yourself over my lap before you can even blink." He stepped back again. "Submissive means that you like others to be in control whether it be just in the bedroom or all the time. It's not a bad thing, you just like something different."

I take a deep breath and I think. I was fighting with all my natural instincts on the subject as I came to the conclusion that liking this wasn't bad. If it was I was condoning other different kinds of sex as being bad just because they are different. "People just like different things and that isn't wrong." I murmured to myself. 




Brother's Best Friend Ch. 06



Jay was looking at me with a smile and was nodding his head. "I actually got through to you quicker than I thought I would." He looked proud of himself. "Do you want to have a little explore?" He asked.

I rubbed my hands together nervously before plunging into the unknown by walking deeper into the room. As I walked around Jay would name and explain things to me. I got hot thinking of me on the St Andrew's Cross and the spanking bench. I got even hotter when Jay demonstrated the nipple clamps on my fingertips. By the time I'd made a full circle of the room I was breathless.

"So do you understand that all of this is ok then?" Jay asked 

I smiled. "Yeah, I feel way better than I did this morning."

"Good. Ready to go?" He asked.

I nodded; walking out the door feeling like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was going to have a hard think about the night before. 

Ryder:

It had been a long day. I had spent the early hours torturing another sub's body as a distraction, spilled my guts to Jay who disapproved completely, had a long talk to Max who told me I was completely wrong about the events from the night before, had this further confirmed by Jay and was now on my way to sort things out with Katie. 

I couldn't believe I'd jumped straight to the conclusion that Katie regretted the night. She'd never given any indication that she had but no, my thick skull made assumptions that were completely incorrect. I wasn't happy about the fact that Jay had taken her to the club to reassure her but I was going to let it go. If I hadn't of been a dickhead then I would have been the one to do it. 

I pulled into the dance studio car park and parked. I walked in hoping this conversation was going to go the way I planned it would. I asked at the front desk which room Katie was in and made my way to it. I could hear You Me At Six's No one Does it Better playing but before I got to the room, I noticed a girl standing outside with a video camera, with the lens pressed up against the small window of the door.

"Erm, excuse me?" 

The girl startled, closing her camera as she turned to face me. She had big round glasses that covered her pretty face and only seemed to be about twelve. Her eyes bulged comically when she saw me. "OH sorry. She's just so good I couldn't help but film her. A bit of inspiration for me I suppose." She gushed out clumsily. Her voice didn't match her face. "Don't tell her I was filming her." 

I lifted her eyebrow. "I'm guessing she wouldn't want you to be filming her then."

She fidgeted nervously. "No it's not that. It's just I wouldn't want to make her feel uncomfortable." 

I nodded seeing her point. She seemed harmless. "Fine I won't, as long as you leave now."

"Of course." She skirted round me and fled down the corridor.

I took the opportunity to watch Katie through the window. She was dressed in a sports bra that cupped her breasts beautifully and short cotton shorts that left so much luscious skin on show. Her lithe body sprung across the room in complex and bold movements that were breath taking to watch. When the song ended I entered the room. 

She spun round to see who had entered, her chest heaving with breathlessness. When she saw me her body immediately took on a more awkward stance. 

"You are really good." I complimented. 

"Thanks" She curtly replied. 

There was an uncomfortable silence. "I was waiting for you at Max's but Jay said you asked him to drop you off here." I stated.

"Yeah, I wanted to finish a dance and then just practice."

Again an uncomfortable silence. And then we tried to talk at the same time, stopped and smirked at each other.

"This is beyond awkward." I said, still smiling. "You go first."

"I was just going to say that I don't regret last night." A bead of sweat trickled down her graceful neck and slipping in between her breasts, my breathing hitched for a split second because I became aware of her erect nipples. 

I nodded, more to draw my attention from her breasts than anything else. "Max and Jay said. I'm sorry for leaving you."

"I did tell you to leave."

"Only because I got up quicker than if the house was in fucking flames."

She took a deep breath, as if she was summoning some courage from within. "I had a great time if that helps."

I smiled weakly preparing to say what I knew I needed to. "Yeah, so did I." She smiled broadly as if relived and proud at the same time. "But I think we should leave it at that." 

Katie recoiled slightly, a slip you wouldn't notice unless you knew her as well as I did. "I was going to say the same thing to you." She countered. 

I decided to ignore her slip, writing it off as her being shocked that I had said it before she had. "So were agreed, let's pretend like it never happen."

She nodded. "There's one more thing." 

"And what's that?" I asked, thinking that we had covered everything.

"Just so that everything's out on the table I just wanted to say that I'm going to let it go that you left me and went and fucked someone else." She said in voice that sounded as if she was forcing herself to be civil.

I chuckled slightly, shocked that she knew about it but amused by her obvious anger that she tried to cover. "So you're not going to ream me out?"

She shook her head. "Not at all. It's not my business if you went and acted on your slutty impulses."

I laughed. "Nice to see your being so mature about this."

"Well, now that everything is settled, I'll see you at home." She concluded the conversation by switching a song on.

"You coming back home?" I asked, slightly nervous that I'd be around her a lot again.

She nodded her answer yes and I waved and left the room feeling a sinking in my gut. Or was that my cock. I wanted her again and again regardless of what was for the best.