Falling For My Best Friend's Twin Brothers - Chapter #3 - Free To Read

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Cher dropped me off at her house and went to attend to her duties. Feeling a bit tired and tipsy, I stumbled into her room. The fancy and empty space made me feel sad. I took off my coat and lay down on the bed, but looking at myself in alluring lingerie felt bitter and ironic.

Suddenly, I heard running water and a faint moaning sound. That’s when I realized I had mistakenly entered the wrong room. This was not Cher’s pink and red-carpeted room. Curiosity got the best of me and I got up and made my way towards the bathroom. The moment I opened the door, I was stunned by the sight in front of me. With my mouth wide open I watched this hot specimen holding his dick in his hand, giving himself what looks like a well-deserved handjob!

When I entered what I thought was Cher’s room, memories of her twin brothers, Ace and Alex, flooded my mind. They had teased me a lot when we were kids, leaving deep scars in my heart. But they had left when we were 14, giving me a break from their torment and allowing me to rebuild my confidence.

Trying to focus on the present, I suddenly realized I was in the wrong room, and I felt embarrassed for accidentally undressing in the room’s actual occupant. Ace, one of Cher’s brothers and the one I caught jerking off in his bathroom held my hand to stop me from leaving, making me feel uneasy and conflicted.

I didn’t know they were back in town.

“I’m sorry,” I stammered, feeling anxious and confused about this unexpected encounter. I shouldn’t have been so curious!

Ace asked me to stay, showing both intensity and vulnerability in his voice. Something I have never experienced from him before. He was always mean to me!

I hesitated, torn by conflicting emotions. The memories of the childhood pranks with his twin brother still haunted me, and I was afraid to be vulnerable with Ace again. But curiosity made me wonder if there was more to him now. There we go again with the curiosity.

Ace held my hand tightly, and he looked deeply into my eyes. Ew, I noticed he was using the hand he was jerking off with earlier to hold me.

I felt unsure, with lots of different feelings in my head. The memories of their hurtful pranks from when we were kids were still with me, and they reminded me of the pain I went through. I was scared of being vulnerable with Ace again, but a part of me was curious and wanted to give him a chance to see if he had changed.

Ace complimented me, saying I had become a beautiful woman. He liked how I looked and my figure, but it made me feel uncomfortable. I should have been happy about the compliments, but the memories of their hurtful pranks made me feel uneasy.

“I appreciate your kind words, Ace,” I said, feeling a bit nervous. “But let’s not think too much about the past,” I told him. I was resisting and had built walls around my heart. I didn’t want to be vulnerable with him again. Ace has transformed into a handsome man with wavy hair, a strong and toned six-pack body, and a tall stature that commands attention. His eyes were beautiful, capturing the essence of his personality and radiating warmth and kindness. His lips have a pleasing and attractive shape, adding to his overall appeal. It’s insane how different he looks from the thin and malnourished boy he once was.

However, now that I was standing in front of him, I felt a strange and powerful feeling drawing me closer to him. It was a paradoxical mix of resistance and longing, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions that threatened to consume me. The memories of our shared history clashed with the undeniable attraction simmering beneath the surface. My heart and mind battled against each other, torn between self-preservation and the allure of the forbidden.

Yet, there was another presence in the room, one that heightened the intensity of the moment. As Ace’s advances persisted, something I had never felt before stirred within me. Something in me told me I should just use him to get Leon out of my system. If my shitty ex-boyfriend could indulge his desires without remorse, why should I deny myself the same satisfaction?

The lines blurred, the boundaries faded away, and the choices that once seemed clear became clouded by the maelstrom of emotions swirling within me. In that moment, I made a decision—a decision that would lead us down a path of forbidden pleasure and entangled consequences.

And so, we spent the night together, lost in a haze of desire and urgency. Our bodies intertwined, our inhibitions shattered. It was a collision of passion and desperation, a brief escape from the torment of our past. I have never experienced sex this way before. His dick brought me to orgasm after orgasm, wearing and tearing me out completely.

As the dawn broke, casting gentle rays of light upon our entangled forms, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Confusion lingered, regret nestled deep within my heart. The forbidden act we had engaged in would undoubtedly have repercussions, testing the fragile balance of our intertwined lives.

As I looked at Ace, a mix of emotions swirled within me—attraction, uncertainty, and a hint of regret. I knew deep down that our entanglement could never be a simple affair.

As I started to understand what happened last night, a strong feeling of regret washed over me like a big wave. I couldn’t believe what I did. The reality of my actions hit me hard. Ace was Cher’s brother, and I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. Friends shouldn’t be intimate with their friend’s siblings; it goes against an unspoken rule of loyalty and respect.

The weight of my mistake grew heavier when I realized the timing of it all. We did something we shouldn’t have on the night before Cher’s important wedding ceremony, a moment that should have been filled with happiness. Instead, I ruined that special occasion with my careless behavior.

Panicking, I knew I couldn’t stay there and face the consequences of what we did. I needed to escape, to distance myself from the situation before it got even worse. My mind was racing, trying to find a way out of the mess I created.

Feeling guilty and remorseful, I quickly got dressed and left the room. The guilt was suffocating, weighing heavily on my conscience. Every breath felt heavy, burdened by the knowledge of what I did.

As I rushed through the corridors, my emotions were all over the place. The guilt was eating away at me, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I had put a long-standing friendship at risk. Cher had been my close friend and support, and now, I betrayed her trust.

When I returned to Cher’s room, I felt a sense of emptiness. The room felt colder, and I couldn’t find comfort in its familiar surroundings. It reminded me of the friendship I had jeopardized.

Feeling even more guilty, I thought about facing Cher and keeping the secret from her. How could I act like nothing happened? How could I stand beside her, knowing that I had done something that could tear us apart?

As I realized the impact of my choices, I promised myself to make things right by facing Cher with honesty and humility. It was the least I could do to mend the bonds I carelessly damaged.

Sitting alone in Cher’s room, tears filled my eyes. I was ready to confront the consequences of my actions and accept whatever came my way. I wanted to seek redemption and show that my moment of weakness didn’t define who I truly was.

Feeling burdened by guilt and shame, I hurried to the bathroom to cleanse myself both physically and emotionally. I tried to wash away the traces of my encounter with Ace, but the marks on my skin remained, reminding me of the boundaries I crossed and the trust I broke.

Looking at my reflection, conflicting emotions overwhelmed me. The shame weighed heavily on me as I thought about how to face Cher without her noticing the marks. I needed to protect our friendship from further harm, so I searched for ways to hide the physical evidence of my betrayal, desperate to find a solution to the situation.

I looked through my suitcase, searching for clothes that could hide the evidence of my encounter with Ace. I needed something that would cleverly hide what happened and prevent Cher from noticing. It felt like trying to solve an impossible puzzle, carefully considering each option.

Eventually, I chose a blouse with a high collar and a scarf that I thought would do the job. I planned out how to position each garment to cover the marks and keep my secret safe. It was both a practical necessity and a desperate attempt to save our friendship from the damage caused by my actions.

When I turned around I let out a loud gasp. There, at the doorway stood Cher, her eyes narrowed. “I know what you did.”

As I stood there, my heart still racing from the fear of Cher possibly knowing about me and Ace, I tried to compose myself. Taking a deep breath, I asked her, “Cher, what exactly do you know?”

Cher looked at me with a mix of concern and curiosity. “Well,” she began, “Leon was talking to me this morning. I met him on my morning run. He mentioned that you forgave him for what happened and that you two are planning to get married. He even asked for my advice on what ring would suit you best.”

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