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  A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother

  Complete Box Set

  By Sharon Cummin

  Copyright © 2016 Sharon Cummin

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  Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content that is not intended for those under the age of 18. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and the age of 18 and older. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother, Part 1

  A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother, Part 2

  A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother, Part 3

  A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother, Part 4

  A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother, Part 1

  Rachel had been away from her best friend Karen for three whole months. It was the longest they had been apart since they were twelve. Rachel remembered moving in across the street like it was yesterday. Her mother had been offered a job in the area. When Karen ran across the street to introduce herself, they became best friends instantly. The girls would visit each other after school and sleep over almost every weekend. When they were accepted to colleges on opposite sides of the map, they were devastated. They talked and emailed every day, but it wasn't the same as being face to face.

  It was Thanksgiving break, and they were both home for four days. They had been on the phone making plans for their time off. Karen was flying in one day earlier but made Rachel promise to come over as soon as the cab dropped her off.

  Rachel felt tired from the flight, as she stepped out of the cab. She grabbed her bags and looked across the street to her best friend's house. It would only take her a few minutes to take her bags in and freshen up. She wanted to grab a drink and something small to eat before running across to see her friend. They had so much to catch up on. She wanted to talk about school, her dorm, and of course the boys she had met since she left. Quickly, she pulled her phone out to text Karen.

  Rachel: I'm home but need to do a couple of things. I'll be over in a few minutes.

  She shoved her phone into the back pocket of her jeans and went to the kitchen. When she was finished with her drink and snack, her friend still hadn't text her back. She was probably watching television downstairs or something, Rachel thought. She had seen Karen's car in the driveway, so she knew she must have been home. Rachel hurried to her room and got ready. She pulled her ponytail holder out of her long, brown hair and brushed it, as she left it down around her neck. Then, she put on a little makeup. A pair of jeans and t-shirt were good enough. They weren't going out right away, and she could run home and change if they did. She stood in front of the mirror and thought.

  Karen had one brother. His name was Brad. He was a complete ass. Rachel couldn't stand him. When she had first moved in, she thought he was really cute. He was two years ahead of her in school and star of the football team. The better he got at the game, the bigger his head became. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a muscular body. She could see why all the girls liked him. Brad was extremely good looking, but his personality was the worst. He was so full of himself and thought he was God's gift to women. She was surprised that he kept his grades at such a high level as much as he was out with friends all the time. He was sarcastic and extremely cocky. She made sure to stay away from Karen's house when her brother was home. He made jokes about the two girls and seemed to enjoy calling them names around his friends. She couldn't stand to even look at him, not anymore.

  She hadn't always felt that way about him. When she was thirteen, she thought he was the cutest boy in the world. He loved football and worked hard to the best he could be at it. She watched him practice and play in the yard with his friends almost every day. He had passion for the game, and she looked up to him. They shared a moment once, but she made sure never to tell her best friend. Rachel was sleeping over their house and woke up in the middle of the night. When she walked past his room, she noticed he was still awake and went in to talk to him. He was sixteen, and she thought he could do no wrong. She couldn't even remember how it happened, but they shared a very passionate kiss. It was her first kiss, and she felt so special. He was in high school and so grown up. She couldn't believe it had really happened. Rachel felt so good, but neither of them ever mentioned that kiss again.

  When she started high school, she realized he wasn't who she thought. He thought he could get away with whatever he wanted because of his status on the football team. She had seen him move from girl to girl his entire senior year. He wasn't that sweet guy she remembered. He was someone completely different. When he got a football scholarship away from home, she was thrilled that she wouldn't have to see him anymore.

  Brad was in his third year of college and away most of the year. He played football and spent most of the summer close to school. The only time he went home was for holidays, and Rachel had managed to avoid him, every single time, since he first left. She hadn't seen him since she was fifteen. His parents turned his room into an office, so he slept on the couch when he was home. Rachel knew his sister missed him, but she sure didn't. Who knows, she thought. Maybe she'd get lucky and he wouldn't be home for Thanksgiving. A girl could dream, right?

  She snapped out of her thoughts and took one last look at herself. Her t-shirt clung to her body nicely, but she made sure her belly ring wasn't showing through. She had gotten it when she first got to college. It was her way of showing the world she was an adult and could make her own decisions. She shook her head and laughed as she thought about it. If Karen's parents saw it, they would freak. She knew her own mother wouldn't care, but they would give her the lecture of a lifetime. Her jeans were tight and made her ass look plump but tight. If she had to see Brad, she wanted to make sure she looked good but not like she had planned it. If she had dressed up, she knew it would have been obvious that she was trying to impress someone. Why she cared what he thought, she wasn't sure. She was hoping to completely avoid him for the four days she would be there. Her plan was to get in, say hello to Karen's parents, and get out. There was no way she needed to see the ass and be reminded of what she felt for him years ago. She had no interest in being friends with him.

  As she made her way across the street, she was nervous. Karen still hadn't text her back yet. Rachel wanted to know for sure that her friend was there. She wasn't sure if Brad was home already and didn't want to run into him. Rachel tried to talk Karen into meeting at her house like most holidays, but Karen's parents were determined to see both of the girls. They were like a second set of parents to her. How could she say no? If she had to see Brad, she would just ignore him like she did when she was younger. There was no way Rachel wanted her best friend to know her true feelings about him. She took a deep breath and took the step up to the door. It was going to be so awesome to see her friend again.

  Just as she leaned forward to knock, the door flew open and she fell forward. Her fall was broken, as a set of arms caught her. She looked at the two very muscular, sexy arms, and her stomach dropped at the feeling that shot through her body. Oh shit, she thought. Rachel hurried to pull herself out of his arms.

  She stood up straight and brushed her hands down the front of her clothes. Her phone chimed, and she hurried to pull it out of her back pocket. There was a text from Karen.

  Karen: I'm not home. My parents insisted on taking me out to dinner. I'll be back as soon as
I can.

  Really, she thought? That text couldn't have come ten minutes earlier so she could have avoided the very uncomfortable situation she was standing in.

  “I'm sorry,” Rachel whispered. “I thought Karen was home.”

  She turned to walk away when he grabbed her arm to stop her.

  “Wait,” he said.

  She still hadn't looked up at him but knew it had to be Brad. He was the only one that would have been left to open the door. She knew his voice, even if he only spoke one word. Slowly, she looked up to see the man in front of her and her body froze. What the fuck, she thought? The person standing in front of her was not the boy that left for college over two years ago.

  “Rachel?” he questioned.

  She didn't respond. Her body and her mind were fighting each other. He was such an ass. How could he be so manly and look so good, she wondered? He was the hottest man she had ever laid eyes on. What the hell was going on?

  “I can't believe it's you,” he whispered. “You're beautiful.”

  She rolled her eyes and laughed. Wow! He had never been short on words before. Where were the cocky remarks she was used to?

  “Thanks,” she replied.

  “Come in,” he said, as he held the door open for her. “I just got home. They left a note that they would be back in a couple of hours.”

  “No, thanks,” she answered. “I'm going to go and wait for her at my house.”

  “Please,” he said nicely. “I haven't seen you in over two years. Come in and wait for them.”

  “I don't know,” she answered. “I'm fine with another two years.”

  She turned to leave, but he pulled her into the house and closed the door.

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he snapped.

  Rachel was shocked at his reaction. His big hand was still on her arm, and she could feel so much heat from his touch. She jerked her arm from his grasp and looked directly into his eyes. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. She thought he looked good before. That guy had nothing on the one standing in front of her. He was tall, and she could see the outline of his muscles through his t-shirt. Football had been very good for him. She thought she saw a tattoo through his white shirt but wasn't positive. His brown hair looked so soft. She could see his jawline tense, and her eyes moved to his lips. They were so sexy and inviting. The light stubble covering his chin was adorable. Her mind wandered to a picture in her head of her fingers in his hair and his stubble brushing against her face. Shit! She snapped out of her thoughts and stared into his eyes as she stood confident.

  “It means that I've been able to avoid seeing your cocky ass for two amazing years,” she said with a smile.

  “Are you saying you've purposely avoided seeing me every time I've been home?” he asked, as his eyes became a darker shade of blue.

  “It looks that way,” she snapped. “I'd have been just fine doing it now too, but your parents were strict on the fact that I needed to come over while I was back. I didn't know you were here already.”

  “You planned on avoiding me this time too?” he asked. “Why? What did I ever do to you?”

  “I have to go,” she snapped.

  “Tell me now,” he snapped back.

  Something inside of her broke. She didn't want him or anyone else to know how she really felt about him, but she couldn't hold it in any longer. He needed to know what a jerk he was. Her plan of ignoring him wasn't working. She would speak her mind and be on her way. He would leave her alone next time for sure. She took a deep breath and stood as tall as she could to him. It wasn't easy. He towered over her.

  “You want to know why I avoid you?” she asked, as she took a step toward him and pulled her shoulders back.

  He stepped back and his eyes widened.

  “You are the biggest ass I know. I can't fucking stand the way you treat people. You think just because you're some hot shot football player, you can treat everyone like shit,” she said, as she poked her finger into his chest. “I watched you treat girls like crap in high school. I've watched you treat me and Karen like we were less than you for a long time. You went through high school thinking you were the most important person in the school because you were captain of the team. Big fucking deal! Being on the team was more about what you could get away with or which girl would fall at your feet. It wasn't about the game anymore. You weren't always like that. I remember when you played with passion. You loved what you did. I fucking looked up to you back then. You used to play in the yard for hours and hours just to play the game. There wasn't anything in it for you. You did it because you loved it. You were different. Then, everything changed in high school and that guy disappeared. A giant ass took his place. That's the guy I avoid.”

  He was against the wall with her finger in his chest. She shook her head and turned around. Just as she reached out to open the door, his hand wrapped around her arm and turned her. He stepped forward, grabbed the back of her neck, and brought his lips down on hers hard, as he pinned her against the door with his body. She gasped as his mouth worked hers open and his tongue commanded entrance. Her hands went to his hair without thinking, and she instantly felt a buzz shoot through her body. The heat in his kiss was like nothing she had ever felt before. She slid one hand down over his hard chest and moaned into his mouth. Their tongues danced together with such passion. Every feeling she had for him, good and bad, was being poured into that kiss. He shoved his knee between her legs and spread them apart. She felt every part of his hard body against her. His other hand grabbed onto her ass and pulled her closer to him. She could feel his hardness was right there. He felt huge. His chest pushed into hers as he pinned her to the door.

  “Fuck,” he said, as he pulled her lower lip between his teeth.

  His knee rubbed her pussy through her jeans as she ground against him. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulled it up, and squeezed her breast through the lace of her bra. She whispered his name as he leaned down and pulled her bra lower with his teeth. He took her nipple into his mouth and tugged it as he sucked. Her hand, still wrapped in his hair, pulled him toward her.

  “You're so perfect,” he said, as he looked up into her eyes.

  Oh shit! Her thoughts broke her from the moment. What the hell was going on, she thought? It was Brad. There was no way she could be with her best friend's brother. She pushed him away from her and tried to catch her breath. He looked at her with sadness in his eyes. What was he thinking, she wondered? He didn't give a shit about her. Why did he look like he even cared? What would he do if he found out she was a virgin? Would he be her first and then make fun of her later? He would be out getting laid later that night anyway. She shook her head as she came to her senses. As hard as it was to walk away from him, she knew she had to.

  “I have to go,” she said with a tear in her eye. “I can't do this with you.”

  “What? Why?” he asked.

  “I'm not like the rest of them, Brad. I don't want to be a notch on the belt of the star football player. You're even more popular now that you're in college. They talk about you everywhere. I'm not that girl. I'll never be that girl. Go find one of the girls that are usually waiting for you when you come home. Tell your sister to come over when she gets home. I can't be here.”

  “Stop!” he snapped. “Please, don't leave. You have no idea how long I've waited to see you.”

  “Yeah, right!” I snapped back. “I'm not thirteen anymore. I won't put up with the same stuff I used to. I'm a different person now.”

  “You don't think I could be?” he asked.

  “No, I don't,” she said. “You were my first kiss, Brad. It meant the world to me, but it never meant shit to you. I won't give you the satisfaction of being my first anything else. I didn't mean to see you. I should never have come over.”

  Quickly, she swung the door open and left. She knew a few tears slipped from her eyes as she spoke to him. It was so hard to hold back her feelings. Seeing him was harder than she thought. Why
did he have to look and feel so perfect? Why did he have to kiss her like she mattered? Why did it feel so good? As soon as she got home, she sent Karen a text.

  Rachel: Come over when you get home. I just want to relax.

  Karen: Okay.

  When Karen finally walked in, the girls hugged for a few minutes. They were surprised that they missed each other as much as they did. It seemed like minutes passed when they took a breath from talking about school and looked at the clock. It was already midnight. They were both tired from their trips home. Karen was excited about a boy she met and spent most of the time talking about him and how she had lost her virginity to him. Rachel had talked to a couple of guys, but hadn't found them worthy of taking her virginity. Not that she thought she was special, but she wanted to care about the guy she had sex with for the first time. She thought about Brad and how passionately he'd kissed her just hours earlier. No guy had ever had made her feel like that with a kiss. It was hard to sit there with his sister and not think about him. She knew she was just tired and needed some sleep. Everything would be better in the morning.

  “I'm really tired,” Rachel said. “I think I need some sleep. My mom will most likely wake me up early tomorrow to help her cook dinner for us. We aren't having a big turkey or anything, but I know she'll want to talk about school.”

  “Okay,” Karen replied. “My mom wanted me to invite you two over for dinner. It's just the four of us this year. My grandparents aren't coming. I think my mom already told your mom about it. She told me this morning you two were coming.”

  “We're coming to your house for Thanksgiving dinner?” Rachel asked.

  “Yep,” Karen answered. “I'll let you get some sleep. See you tomorrow.”

  “I can't wait,” Rachel replied.

  She tried to sleep, but all she could think about was kissing Brad. The feeling of his teeth against her lip was still there. She reached up and rubbed the spot she could still feel him on. How was she going to sit through dinner with him in the same room, she wondered? Finally, she drifted off to sleep. She had dreamt about him before, but never as vivid as she did that night. When she woke up in a sweat and looked over at the clock, she knew she needed to get rid of her stress. It was only four o'clock in the morning. The only light in her room was from the moon outside and clock on the desk.