You know, stories about childhood friendships always hit differently—they’re these little time capsules of pure, unplanned magic. My dad’s bond with his best friend started over something ridiculous: a broken bike chain. He was maybe 10, trying to fix it on the sidewalk, when this kid from two streets over just plopped down next to him and handed him a rusty wrench without saying a word. Turns out, the kid had been watching him struggle for like 20 minutes. They spent the whole afternoon arguing about the 'right' way to repair it, grease smeared up to their elbows, and by sunset, they’d somehow sworn allegiance to each other for life.
What’s wild is how that moment snowballed. They became the kind of duo where one would show up at the other’s house with half a sandwich because 'it tasted good and I wanted you to try it.' Decades later, they still quote stupid lines from the terrible horror movie they snuck into at 12. It’s funny how these things stick—no grand gestures, just a wrench and a shared stubbornness about bicycle mechanics.
Dad’s version of the story changes every Thanksgiving, but the core stays the same: they met in detention. Apparently, his friend was doodling dragons on the back of a math worksheet, and Dad—who couldn’t draw to save his life—kept leaning over to 'critique' them. By the end of the hour, they’d invented an entire mythology about the dragons’ underground kingdom. The teacher separated them after that, but they’d pass notes folded into origami arrows. The detention room became their unofficial clubhouse until graduation. Now, when they get together, they still argue about whether the Fire Dragon King should’ve married the Ice Princess or not.
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“Uh-ahh.“ my moan echoed in the bedroom.
“That's it, now call me daddy while I fuck you like a dirty slut” my dad's best friend said tighting his grip on my waist and without warning, he rammed his big cock into my pussy.
I cried out and arched my back wanting more, I couldn't get enough of this fucking pleasure.
He rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder into my pussy.
“Now come for daddy.“ He ordered softly.
That was my undoing, I exploded around him.
“Good girl.“ He said giving my clot feathery strokes.
"This is forbidden! You're my best friend's daughter, for goodness' sake!"
I stepped closer, forcing myself not to tremble.
"I know exactly who I am," I whispered. "But does it really matter? I know you want me just as much as I want you. After last night, you can't pretend nothing happened."
I had desired this man for years, silently and obsessively, while he only ever saw me as the young, naive daughter of his best friend.
So I made a plan, wore a mask, and gave him one reckless night he would never forget.
Now he knows the truth. Now he cannot stay away.
What we have is dangerous, addictive, and completely wrong. But if this is a mistake, why does it feel so right?
When our secret comes out, will it destroy everything, his reputation, my family, and whatever is left between us? And when my father finds out, will there be anything left to save?
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” his raspy voice dripped with lust and uncertainty as his eyes scanned my exposed cleavages, “your father…”
“Shhh.” I stopped him mid-way, placing my finger on his soft lips, “We both want this. I have seen the way you look at me, Mr. Richard. Do not hold back now.” I whispered sultrily.
He swallowed hard and I saw him clench his well-chiseled jaws. I opened my mouth to continue my protest when all of a sudden, he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me closer and covered my lips with his in the hungriest manner ever.
My body melted, succumbing to his burning desire.
***
He was my father’s childhood best friend. He was always there for me since I lost my mother at the age of four. My father grieved hard and found it difficult to recover for many years, so Mr Richard was the father figure I had. However, he left the country after my thirteenth birthday and I almost forgot about him until he returned.
I had turned twenty-one and when I laid my eyes on him, all my childhood memories came rushing back. But that wasn’t all there was. I noticed how hot and sexy he looked for that age and how his gaze lingered way too long on my mature body.
And then, fate kept bringing us together, all I had to do was call on him. He was just being nice, right? Nothing more should have happened but my body refused to listen to my brain.
I wanted him! I wanted him around me all the time, I wanted him to whisper in my ears and punish me accordingly if I did something wrong… I wanted him INSIDE ME.
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"W-what are you doing?" I asked, my breathing getting heavier as his warm fingers inched towards my bikini bottom.
"You called me a coward earlier, remember?" He asked, his other hand wrapped around my throat and lips torturingly brushing over mine "So let's see how much you can handle if I break the boundaries."
"I haven't said anything wrong," I breathed out, the collision of the heat of our bodies made the wetness between my thighs build more
"Oh really?" He hooked my legs around his waist leaving me surprised
I opened my mouth to say something but before any sentence could leave my mouth, sliding past my bikini bottom his fingers were there on my bare clit and the next second they thrust inside the very tight hole of mine leaving me to scream.
But everything went silent as he pressed his hot lips upon mine just as I had been wanting since the first day I had ever seen him.
****
I always knew the things I felt for Jacob Adriano were wrong in so many ways. He was my dad's best friend, totally out of bounds but I couldn't stop wanting him. And once in the event of my dad's destination wedding, I came across him after years...I lost every one of the boundaries I had and surely I planned to make him lose his ones too.
After all Jacob Adriano, the sinfully attractive Italian was not unaware of my obsession with him.
But little did know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and demolition.....
“I know you want me. Petals.” His husky voice broke the silence in the room. “And I want you too.”
My excitement spiked up as he ripped off my nightwear and did the same with his clothes exposing his well-built body.
We were naked now, and his scrutinizing gaze made my heart race with anticipation. It was as if my mind had gained complete control of my body even as I willed myself to stay in control, it wasn’t working.
“Uncle Ivor. This can't… you know Dad will–” I tried one more time, still in shock that this was happening.
“This will stay between us. It will be our little secret, petals.” He whispered again, climbing the bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Every girl has that time when they crushed on that one person they shouldn’t crush on and couldn't have, and it was quite the same for Renee Morse, especially when that harmless crush turned into something as endearing as obsession. She always dreamed about herself in the strong arms of her godfather and her dad’s best friend, Ivor Walker.
His voice alone is enough to make her knees weak and nipples erect. Her body aches for him, her fantasies of him leaving her trembling, and her desires unrelenting.
When her parents moved away for work and she had to spend her holiday with him, she took it as a sign from the universe and decided to seduce him until he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She succeeded, but little did she know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and nothing is as simple as she thought.
With enemies lurking and secrets from Ivor's past resurfacing, how long can they keep their relationship hidden?
Will their love last the test of time, or will they drift apart?
I stared, I gulped, my heart skipped a beat, my stomach twisted and I can feel the butterflies, a linger and a cold chill ran and travelled through my vein, flowing through my blood like lava.
The man before me was heavenly, I could barely look away. From the way his dark grey orbs stared back at me to the way his jet black hair fell spikingly on his shoulder, my whole body shuddered uncontrollably from the sensation growing in my system.
My eyes trailed up to his sharp jawline, his straight pointed nose, his tick, long eyebrows and eyelashes to his sinful, tempting, luscious lips.
Consciously, I ran a over my lips but the sound of my dad clearing his throat pulled me out from my trace as a slightly jerked, feeling electrified.
"Tristan, I went you to meet my friend, Dr Sean" My dad introduced the sexy, demigod man with that sinful body of his. I quivered again. "Sean, meet my son Tristan"
Dad introduced me but my eyes remained cemented on him and I could swore I saw a spark in those dark orbs but it was gone as soon as it came, making me doubt if I really saw it.
I watched him run his over his reddish, luring lips while his ran down my body, making my inside burn with a sudden fire I had never felt before...and then, he spoke....
"Nice to meet you kitten"
And from that moment no, I knew it was over for my heart.
From that moment I knew I was in love with MY FATHER'S FRIEND!
Growing up, my dad's best friend was like a second father to me, and his influence on our family was profound in ways that weren't immediately obvious. He wasn't just a casual presence; he was there for birthdays, holidays, and even the random weekend barbecues where he'd grill burgers while joking with my dad. His easygoing nature balanced my dad's more serious side, and that dynamic subtly shaped how our family interacted. When my dad was stressed about work, his friend would lighten the mood with a dumb joke or a story from their younger days, and suddenly, the tension in the house would dissolve. It wasn't just about laughter, though—having another adult around who genuinely cared meant I had someone else to confide in when I didn't want to burden my parents.
What really struck me, though, was how his presence reinforced the idea of chosen family. He wasn't related by blood, but he showed up in ways that mattered—helping my dad fix the car, giving me advice about school, or just being a steady presence during tough times. His loyalty and warmth made our family feel bigger, more connected. Even now, years later, I catch myself adopting some of his mannerisms or repeating his little sayings. It's funny how someone outside the immediate family unit can leave such a lasting imprint.