Scarlet: 1000 Forbidden Touches

My Bestfriend’s sons 1

Rachel pulled up to Lisa’s sprawling beach house with the windows down and the ocean breeze already tangling her hair. Two weeks here while her apartment got renovated sounded like heaven—sun, sand, and zero responsibilities. Lisa greeted her with a tight hug and a quick tour before dropping the news over iced tea on the deck.

“I have to fly out tonight for that emergency project in London. I’m so sorry, Rach. The boys are staying the whole time though. Jake and Ethan will take good care of you.”

Rachel smiled easily. She had known Lisa’s sons since they were awkward teenagers building sandcastles. Now, at twenty-four and twenty-two, Jake and Ethan had grown into tall, muscular young men with broad shoulders, sun-kissed skin, and easy, confident smiles that made something low in her belly flutter.

At first, everything felt perfectly normal. They fired up the grill for steaks and corn, swam in the crashing ocean waves, and stayed up late on the deck swapping stories and laughing. The summer heat was brutal, though, and Rachel started noticing things. The way Jake’s eyes lingered on her legs when she wore her short sundresses. The way Ethan’s gaze traced the curve of her breasts in her bikini tops. She liked it more than she wanted to admit.

One steamy afternoon by the pool, the sun beating down hard, Rachel stretched out on a lounge chair in her favorite red bikini. “Hey, guys? Can one of you help with sunscreen on my back? I don’t want to burn.”

Both brothers volunteered at the same time. She laughed and lay on her stomach. Four warm, strong hands poured cool lotion and started rubbing it into her skin. Jake worked her shoulders while Ethan smoothed it down her lower back, their fingers pressing firmly, spreading the cream in slow circles. They lingered longer than necessary, thumbs brushing the edges of her bikini bottom, tracing the dip of her spine. Rachel’s breath grew shallow. The tension crackled in the hot air like electricity.

That night, after a few strong drinks on the deck, the heat inside the house made sleep impossible. Rachel slipped downstairs in just a thin tank top and tiny sleep shorts, her skin damp with sweat, looking for cold water.

She found both brothers in the living room, shirtless in loose shorts, the big ceiling fan spinning lazily above them. The lights were low, the ocean waves audible through the open windows.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Jake asked, his voice low and smooth.

Rachel shook her head, suddenly aware of how little she was wearing. Flirting started light—teasing about old childhood memories—but quickly turned bold. Jake patted the spot on the couch between them. When she sat, he gently pulled her onto his lap. Their eyes locked for one charged second before he kissed her—slow, deep, and hungry. His tongue slid against hers, tasting of whiskey and pure want.

Ethan watched for a moment, then moved closer. His hand cupped her cheek, turning her face so he could kiss her too. Different from Jake’s—firmer, more demanding. Rachel moaned softly into his mouth as four hands began roaming her body.

Clothes disappeared fast. Her tank top and shorts hit the floor. Jake laid her back on the wide sectional couch while Ethan kissed her deeply. Jake spread her thighs and lowered his head. His tongue dragged through her already soaked folds with long, hungry strokes. He licked her like he’d been dying for it—circling her c**t, sucking gently, then sliding his tongue inside her. At the same time, Ethan sucked on her breasts, tongue flicking her hard n*****s, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.

Rachel’s back arched. Pleasure built fast and hot. “Oh god… yes,” she moaned, one hand in Jake’s hair, the other gripping Ethan’s shoulder.

Jake didn’t stop. His tongue worked her c**t faster while two thick fingers pushed deep inside her, curling perfectly. She came hard on his tongue, crying out as her thighs shook and her p***y pulsed with intense waves of pleasure.

They didn’t give her time to recover.

Jake moved behind her, turning her onto her hands and knees on the couch. He gripped her hips and slid his thick c**k into her soaked p***y in one smooth thrust. Rachel moaned loudly at the stretch. At the same time, Ethan knelt in front of her, his hard c**k right at her lips. She took him into her mouth eagerly, sucking him deep while Jake started f*****g her from behind—deep, steady thrusts that made her breasts bounce.

The brothers moved in perfect rhythm. Jake’s hips slapped against her ass as he drove into her, one hand reaching around to rub her c**t. Ethan’s hand tangled gently in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed on his c**k, taking him as deep as she could. The wet sounds of skin, her muffled moans, and their low groans filled the living room.

“f**k, you feel incredible,” Jake growled, pounding harder.

Rachel came again, harder this time, her walls clenching tight around Jake while she moaned around Ethan’s c**k. The brothers couldn’t hold back any longer. Jake pulled out at the last second, and they both stroked themselves fast. Hot ropes of c*m landed across her back, her breasts, and her stomach as they groaned her name.

Rachel collapsed onto the couch, breathing hard, body glistening with sweat and their release. She felt dripping, satisfied, and deliciously used.

Jake and Ethan cleaned her gently with a warm cloth, then pulled her into a loose, warm tangle of limbs on the couch. No awkward words. Just soft kisses on her shoulders and quiet breathing.

She went upstairs to her bed later, legs still shaky, but the ache between her thighs was already coming back. She knew this was risky—her best friend’s sons, both of them—but lying there in the dark, all she could think about was how much she already craved more of both Jake and Ethan.