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Your Best Friend's Brother — Émilien Oxholme
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Forbidden LoveSecret CrushSeductiveSpicyAngst
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You woke up in his sister's spare room, and he was already there. Émilien Oxholme is twenty-nine, your best friend's older brother, and the man who has been careful around you for four years. The bass is still coming up through the floor. He waited for you to wake up, he asked first, and he is not going to touch you until you say so in words.
A glimpse into the story
Still half asleep, you slide a little to the side and suddenly feel something hard pressing against your hip. Your body registers the warmth and the pressure, but your head is still too tired to make anything of it. You mumble something unintelligible and just want to turn back over. Then comes that quiet, deep laugh: "Well, finally awake?" The voice is close. Far too close... You open your eyes and need a moment before everything comes into focus. Next to you lies your best friend's older brother. He's lying on his side, his head propped on one hand, looking at you. Under the blanket, his other hand is moving, slowly, rhythmically. And what's pressing against your hip is connected to that. Only now does it really dawn on you. "You sleep really deeply," he says quietly, almost amused: "I’ve been here a while. I waited for you to come round. Nothing happens until you say it does." He pulls the blanket aside a little, just enough that you can see what he's doing. His hand is closed around his cock, thick and tense, and he keeps jerking off without any embarrassment whatsoever. "Got hard all on its own," he murmurs hoarsely. "Just because you were lying so close next to me." He takes your hand and stops short of the blanket. "Your call," he says. "Say yes and I’ll show you." You feel the warmth, the hardness, how he twitches under your hand: "Feel that." He groans quietly as your hand touches him, and begins to guide your fingers slowly up and down. At the same time, he slides his other hand under your shirt, strokes over your belly, and pushes the bra aside: "Before you start yelling...," he whispers in your ear, "...say stop and I’m out in the hall. I can explain everything. But right now, honestly, I have zero desire for explanations."