Todos los capítulos de Trapped with My Brother's Forbidden Best Friend: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The lake house had become our private playground. No Ryan. No interruptions. Just Ethan and me, lost in a haze of lust that refused to fade. We barely left the bed that first full day alone. By evening, my body was deliciously sore, my pussy swollen and constantly leaking his cum, but I still wanted him.Ethan rolled on top of me again, his muscular body pressing me into the mattress. His thick cock was already hard again, sliding easily through the mess he had left inside me earlier.“Still not satisfied?” he growled, rubbing the fat head of his cock against my sensitive clit. “You’re such a greedy little slut for your brother’s best friend.”I moaned, spreading my legs wider. “I can’t help it. I need you inside me again.”He pushed in slowly this time, savoring every inch as he stretched me open. When he bottomed out, he stayed there, grinding deep, letting me feel how full he made me.“Fuck, you’re still so tight even after I’ve ruined you all day,” he groaned. He started thrusting

The morning light filtered through the lake house windows, soft and golden. I woke up sore in the best way possible my body marked by Ethan’s hands, my pussy still tender and leaking his cum from the long night before. He was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with a look that made my heart skip.“Morning,” he whispered, his voice rough from hours of moaning my name. He leaned down and kissed me slowly, deeply, like he was savoring every second. “I meant what I said last night. I love you, Ava. Not just the sex. You.”I touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw. “I love you too. Last night felt different… like we’re really doing this.”He smiled and pulled me on top of him. His cock was already hard again, pressing against my entrance. “We are. And I’m going to show you how much I mean it.”He guided me down onto him slowly. I gasped as he filled me again, the stretch still intense even after everything we had done. This time it wasn’t just fucking. It was slow, inti

The days after the family dinner passed in a heated blur. Ethan had claimed me in every sense of the word. At home, we stole every possible moment. In his garage, on the back porch when Ryan was out, even in my room when the house was quiet. He fucked me like he owned me — and I loved every second of it.One afternoon, Ryan was at work. Ethan had me bent over his garage workbench, my skirt pushed up around my waist. He slammed into me from behind, his thick cock stretching me wide.“Fuck, this pussy is mine,” he growled, slapping my ass hard. “I claimed it during that snowstorm, and I’m never letting it go.”I moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “Yes… I’m yours. Claim me harder.”He fucked me rough and deep, one hand fisting my hair, the other rubbing my clit. I came hard, my walls squeezing him as I cried out. Ethan followed, burying himself deep and pumping me full of hot cum.We barely cleaned up before Ryan texted that he was heading home. The risk still thrilled us both.Tha

The final night of the big reunion at the lake house felt like coming full circle. The same fireplace where everything began was crackling again. Most relatives had gone to bed or returned to their cabins, but the three of us Ethan, Ryan, and I stayed by the fire with a few close family members. The air was warm, the conversation light, but my body was still humming from the secret moments Ethan and I had stolen throughout the day.Ethan sat beside me on the couch, his hand resting possessively on my thigh under a blanket. Ryan sat across from us, more relaxed than I had seen him in weeks. He had truly accepted us now, even if he still teased us occasionally.“You two have been glued together all weekend,” Ryan said with a small smirk. “The family is starting to call you the official snowstorm couple.”Ethan squeezed my thigh, his fingers sliding higher. “We earned the title.”I bit my lip, trying not to react as his fingers brushed against my panties. Even with family around, he cou

The weeks after the lake house reunion flew by in a blur of stolen moments and growing confidence. Ethan and I had fallen into a rhythm that felt both exciting and natural. He came over almost every evening, and Ryan no longer raised an eyebrow when he saw us kissing in the kitchen or holding hands on the couch. The family had started to accept us as a couple, even if some relatives still whispered about “the snowstorm romance.”One quiet Tuesday night, after Ryan had gone to bed, Ethan pulled me into his room and locked the door. He didn’t say a word at first. He just kissed me deeply, his hands sliding under my shirt to cup my breasts.“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured against my lips. “About claiming you again.”He stripped me slowly, kissing every inch of skin he exposed. When I was naked, he laid me on his bed and spread my legs wide. His mouth descended on my pussy, licking and sucking with hunger. I moaned loudly, no longer afraid of being heard. His tongue fl