My Best Friend's Brother's Secret Baby (His Secret Baby Book 7)

by Jamie Knight

  In any case, it was the beginning of the end. Not only of any chance with Logan. It also started to end my friendship with Kristen, which was the whole point I had been trying to avoid by not sleeping with Logan.

  I thought she'd been upset because I hadn't listened to her but was starting to think she was upset about what had happened. I had intentionally drifted away from her try to keep her from getting hurt. Only realizing later that it had been a mistake. I didn't regret saying no, though. Not at the time; that’s for sure.

  I'd had a chance to see Logan again when he'd come home from college, but he'd been an asshole to me. It shouldn't have hurt, but it did really hurt.

  I also couldn't get him out of my head. I hated him for nearly taking my virginity and for saying what he did about me, but I also couldn't say that he was entirely wrong.

  I was 21 and still a virgin, though not for a lack of trying, I had gone on lots of dates, particularly in college, but I just couldn't seem to make it work. Just like I couldn’t make college work, because the whole thing just wasn’t my deal.

  I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life. I thought it included moving on from Logan. But I would subconsciously compare every guy I met to Logan and none of them seemed to measure up.

  It was rare that any of them turned into a second date. So, needless to say, second base was totally out of the picture.

  I started to think I was going to be a virgin for life. And I couldn’t help but miss Logan, no matter how much I told myself it was for the best.

  I was jarred from my thoughts by the phone ringing. It took a while to find my jacket and pull it out of my pocket.

  It was Kristen's number on the screen. I hesitated before answering.

  "Hello?" I finally said.

  "Hey you!" Kristen said, her usual, positive self.

  "H-hi."

  "Listen, I'm having a dinner party tonight and, I know it’s last minute, but I was wondering if you might like to come?"

  My breath caught and for a moment I was truly speechless.

  It was like the last years had never happened.

  There had been a lot of hurt at the time, but Kristen seemed to have gotten over it pretty easily.

  She always had been the tough one.

  I had never really known her to hold a grudge and God knew I really needed a friend, as much as He knew everyone needed to have fun on Fridays.

  "Sure, I'll come," I said, finding my words again.

  "Great! See you at seven?"

  "Sure, I'll need your address though."

  "Oh yeah,” Kristen said, laughing that familiar giggle I would know anywhere. “Got a pen?"

  "No, I-I'm kind of, well, naked right now,” I blurted out, then immediately felt like an idiot.

  "Of course you are," Kristen said casually.

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  "You always were something of a nudist. Remember when you talked me into going to the 'clothing optional' beach and-"

  "And we were the only ones taking that option!"

  It was nice to be able to laugh together again. I hadn't really had a close friend since falling out with Kristen in high school. Sort of like I had never met a guy I had liked as much as Logan.

  Like it or not, the Parker siblings seemed to have a strong hold over me.

  I started to wonder if befriending Kristen again could get me into trouble, as it would surly lead to Logan. But I told myself that Logan was sure to have been married long ago, so that wouldn't be a factor like it had been before.

  Right? I asked myself, my heart pounding and my pussy still dripping wet at the thought of him.

  Right, I tried to convince myself.

  He wouldn’t be around for me to hate him. Or love him. Or whatever my heart and mind decided to feel at the time, if he was around, which he wouldn’t be.

  For sure.

  Right?

  "Sure, I'll come," I said, deciding to leave the question unanswered in my mind and focus on the pressing issue.

  Kristen and I had the chance to reunite as friends. I couldn’t let Logan come in between us again. No wonder she had warned me against him and no wonder she was jealous.

  I couldn’t even hear from her without becoming obsessed with him.

  My high school fling.

  My lifetime love.

  The guy I was definitely not going to see, just because his sister wanted to rekindle our friendship.

  Chapter Three

  Logan

  Kristen's place hadn't changed much in the past few years. I knew some people who redecorated every few years, but not my little sister. Her motto seemed to be that good enough was just that.

  It was something I kind of admired about her. She didn't usually sweat the small stuff. Even the bigger stuff, she tended to take in her stride.

  The door was unlocked when I arrived, so I went right on in. Kristen walked into the foyer just then, likely alerted by the sound of the door closing as I came in. She looked beautiful in a pitch black, low-cut, floor length Elizabethan style dress that me her look even more pre-Raphaelite than usual.

  "Hey, bro! Or do you prefer 'my lord'? Should I courtesy?"

  "Best not in that dress; I might see something I can't unsee."

  "What," she asked, putting her hands over her boobs, "you've never seen big, beautiful bosoms before?"

  "Well, yeah, of course, but not yours, and besides which, I'm just here to talk money and helping you set up for your party. Not to get an incestuous peep show."

  "How does it feel to be super rich?"

  "About the same as it did to be regular rich. I'm planning to work just as hard," I said.

  "There's that Sottish feudal spirit! I hope being full owner of the sailing company makes you happy. I know grandad wasn't the easiest person to get along with."

  "Yeah, just ask dad," I said.

  "I know, right? To disown him like that and then try to discredit him in public. Just because he had a different idea of where the company should be going. Terrible."

  "Though hopefully not genetic," I said.

  "Right," she agreed.

  "And to show it, I’ve decided that I’m giving you a bigger share of the company."

  That seemed to catch her off guard, as there were no snappy remarks being immediately forthcoming.

  "I-if you're screwing with me -"

  "Not at all. You've put in as much work as I did and so I didn’t really think it was fair that it all be left to me."

  She launched at me like a catapult, taking me in for what we used to call an 'attack hug.'

  "Whoa, careful now, you’re getting a bit big for attack hugs, dumpling."

  "Why do you call me that, again?" Whiney asked, raising her head from my chest, which was about where she reached on me.

  "I can't really remember. You needed me for something else, right? Aside from witty repartee and my generous handing out of money?" I asked.

  "Yes, I also need your famous strength," she said.

  "Oh?"

  "I need you to put the center leaf in my kitchen table. For a get-together I’m having."

  "Didn't you once backpack across Europe by yourself?" I asked.

  "Please. I don't want to wreck my dress. I would have done the leaf first, but I was running late getting home from work and this dress takes the better part of an hour to get into. Especially because most of it involves sucking my gut in and squeezing myself into it, inch by inch."

  "We had plenty of time for me to do that the last few days while going over grandpa's estate," I said, suddenly a bit suspicious about the timing of all of this.

  Kristen was always trying to get me to come to her fancy events she liked to host, but that really wasn’t my thing. She thought it would help me be happy, but I’d rather sit at home watching the game or binging Netflix.

  "I-I just never thought of it," she said.

  I raised an eyebrow at her skeptically.

  "Pweeese?" she asked, giving me the lost
orphan look she knew I couldn't resist.

  "Emotional blackmail, is it?"

  "Yup," Kristen confirmed.

  "Okay, but don't say I never did anything for you."

  "How are you feeling about that whole thing with grandad?" Kristen asked, as I pulled the two halves of the table apart.

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  "Well, I guess you've seemed depressed, living in grandpa's shadow and all. Not to mention what happened when we were in high school, with dad and grandad fighting all the time."

  "You shouldn't worry about me so much. Worry about yourself and find happiness. You give so much to so many people," I said.

  "Thanks for the advice. You my new life coach?” she asked.

  “Look who’s talking,” I shot back.

  “Look. I've just been worried about you since what happened in high school. I thought maybe with grandpa gone it might get worse. I-I don't want you doing anything drastic."

  "It won't come to that. Things have gotten better. I was actually surprised to see dad at the funeral," I said, lowering the leaf into place.

  "Me too," Kristen agreed.

  "We talked through it, though, which was good. Apparently, dad and grandpa were close to a reconciliation when grandpa died. It helped put things into perspective really,” I assured her.

  “That’s great!”

  “Yeah. Dad actually apologized for letting me get pulled into the middle like that. I really was just an angry kid back then. I didn't mean to take grandpa's side and act out at school and home. I think dad understood that. And he felt bad for driving me away and helping to cause my troubles. We sort of forgave each other, if that makes sense. Said we would keep in touch. I can really see dad’s side of it now. Grandpa could be stubborn as a mule when he didn't get his way. Dad really just wanted to open things up a bit. Lower prices and get a different clientele. Not a bad thing, really."

  I knew even as I said it that it wasn't the whole story— or at least it wasn’t the whole story that Kristen was trying to focus on. My happiness.

  The past with grandad and dad was part of it, but another part was that I really hadn't been happy since I messed things up with Kora. I really did like her. It wasn’t just a sex thing like it was with so many others. I really wanted to be with her and was so happy when she agreed to go with me to the mountain.

  We both knew what was going to happen, I think. So, when she suddenly said no, it felt like a really bad rejection. No girl had ever said no to me before and I didn't know how to take it, especially from her, since I’d thought she was really into me, just as I had been really into her.

  I knew I should stop, and I did. I wasn't that much of an asshole, but the anger just seethed inside me, which why I was so mean to her when I saw her again. I hadn’t been thinking that maybe she was interested and didn't want to do it right then.

  I would always regret treating her that way. I wanted to tell Whiney that but knew there were some some hurt feelings there too with what happened between her and Kora having a sort of falling out, or at least fading away from each other compared to the strong friendship they’d had since they were kids.

  I knew it was at least partly my fault.

  Another item for my list of regrets.

  "Great," Kristen said, as the leaf fell into place, "now there are some veggies in desperate need of chopping in the kitchen."

  "Why do I get the feeling you asked me over as a labor-saving device?" I asked.

  "Because you are a keen observer of the human condition," Kristen said, almost making it sound like a compliment.

  "Well, since you put it that way."

  I knew her little plan to get me over here had worked. And now I might as well stay and make the best of it.

  Chapter Four

  Logan

  Chopping vegetables could almost be a zen-like experience.

  The steady rhythmic thumping of the steel knife blade on the wooden cutting board.

  The crisp snap of veggies being cleaved.

  Kristen had actually provided a cleaver for the job, which made the task a lot easier.

  Soon, I could hear the first of the guests arrive and I knew she had been successful at snagging me into her little party. Most of them were bearing gifts of wine. Some of them came empty handed; a few others with a dessert.

  One of them was wearing a black, sparkly dress that reminded me of what Kora had worn to a band concert that she and Kristen had played in. Our parents had wondered what my sudden interest was in attending their performances.

  I’d never admit to liking band or Kora— this was before we had hooked up— but there it was. I hadn’t been able to stop myself from finding any opportunity to go see her, and even to pay attention to and remember what she was wearing. And I knew it was something a lot like the dress this other woman had on now.

  As a matter of fact, I couldn't help but notice a particular theme among Kristen's friends. Like she said, I was a keen observer of the human condition.

  All of these friends she had tried to make since parting ways with Kristen— and there were a lot of them— were all versions of Kora, but none of them lived up to her spirit. The similarities were difficult to miss, but the differences were also quite obvious.

  I'm not sure why she bothered. Her friendship with Kora was obviously irreplaceable. Not that I couldn't relate.

  "You okay?" Kristen asked, coming in to check on me.

  "Yeah, it's just the onions," I said.

  "That's a parsnip," she pointed out.

  "Which are related to the onion," I said.

  "I don't think so," she said.

  "Oh," I said.

  "Did you cut yourself?" she asked, gently examining both my hands.

  "Not that I know of," I said.

  "You would probably have noticed," she agreed, releasing me.

  "Were you planning on starting a winery?" I asked.

  "Yeah, I know. A bottle of wine seems to be all anyone can think to bring. A hot entree or a pie certainly wouldn't go amiss," Kristen said.

  "I hear you, dumpling," I said.

  Soon everything was done and everyone seemed to be waiting around for something to happen, like side characters in a Shakespeare play.

  "Should we eat soon?" I asked. “Since you kind of roped me into being here?”

  "So you noticed that,” she finally admitted.

  “Sure did. And it would have been kind of hard to miss even if I wasn’t a keen observer, like you say.”

  “Ha. Well, soon, yes, but not yet, since I am still waiting for one more thing."

  I was about to ask what she was waiting for when I heard Kora's voice coming from the dining room. It had been three years, but I would still know it anywhere.

  Without thinking, I went to the kitchen door and looked out. She was a bit older but still sexy, dressed in a modest fashion that hid her luscious curves, but I knew what was hiding underneath.

  The huge boobs.

  The tight, smooth little pussy.

  That was always wet for me, just like I was always hard for her.

  I wondered if she was still a virgin like she had been when I put my hand down her pants.

  I wanted to fuck her right then and there. Bend her over the table, hike up her skirt, rip down her panties and slide my cock deep into her pussy.

  I didn't, of course. Not least of all due to the fact that my little sister was right there and it would be so wrong on so many levels just because of that, but it still took every fiber of will-power I had not to act on my natural animal impulses.

  I just watched as she took one of the available seats at the table.

  "Oh, good, she's here," Kristen said, coming up behind me.

  "You knew about this?" I asked.

  I guess I had stupidly assumed that one of Kristen’s guests had invited Kora, but that made no sense, since she had mentioned that she was still waiting on something.

  Stupidly, I had thought she had meant there was still
a dish in the oven waiting to be fully cooked.

  Boy, was I wrong.

  "I invited her," Kristen said.

  Finally, the penny dropped.

  We were being set up.

  Not in a bad way, though I had to wonder if Kora knew that I would be here. I somehow doubted it. One thing I didn't doubt was Kristen's motives. Pure as the driven snow.

  I'd never known her to have a cruel bone in her body. If things ever turned out bad it was because something went wrong, which was more than could be said for me.

  I still had scars from my stint in the proverbial "bad crowd." We did almost everything. Theft, drugs, even assault on occasion.

  The scars originated from a guy we jumped who had been taunting us, who just so happened to have a knife with him.

  I unconsciously touched my side, the scars seeming to burn at the memory. The pain returned to my mind as though the wounds were still fresh and not four years healed. Like the ones on my heart from what happened with us all.

  Near as I could figure, this was meant to be some kind of peace offering on Kristen’s behalf. She hadn't been wrong, wanting to keep Kora away from me. Even if it was partly a selfish need on her part.

  She was always pretty protective of Kora and their friendship, earning a few scars herself over the years, only from much better motivations and reasons. Kristen's were almost badges of honor. The red badge of courage as they used to say in the army movies. Fact was, times were hard when we were younger, and we all did things that we regretted.

  "Get out there and mingle," Kristen said, pushing me gently from behind. “Go see her.”

  I went over to the table, doing my best to hide the hard-on forming in my pants, half hoping Kora wouldn't notice and the other half hoping that she would and would know it was because of her.

  There were only two places left and Kristen had already claimed the one at the head of the table. I pulled out the chair beside Kora before sitting down next to her, cursing the fates and my luck.