My Sister's Bestie Moves Me Out

"So you're really moving out today?"

Naomi, my ex-fiancée, sits across from me at our kitchen table, absently spearing a cherry tomato with her fork while I chew through a dry sandwich.

"Yeah," I say. "Friends are coming to help out in a bit."

She nods, thoughtfully.

"That's it then," she continues. "End of an era."

Most of our conversations have looked like that since she dumped me. Naomi desperately filling the silence, me trying not to tell her to fuck off.

"Glad you found a nice place," she offers with a tight smile. "That vacation with your parents really gave you your mojo back. I thought you'd be living on the couch for a while there."

I groan, not sure what to do with her condescending tone. I suppress the memories of the real reason behind my recent good mood.

But the doorbell rings, sparing me from having to come up with an answer. Naomi rises from her chair, brushing nonexistent crumbs from her yoga pants.

"Must be your friends." She drops her plate into the sink with a clatter. "I'll hang out in my room. Stay out of your way."

I take a breath before walking to the front door.

Jim stands on the porch, wiping sweat from his brow. Middle-aged, slightly pudgy, and my best friend from work. Like any good suburban dad, he has a large truck, currently parked in my driveway.

Beside him, Trevor leans against the railing, arms crossed, sunglasses perched on his head. Tall and built like a guy who still gets mistaken for a student at every college bar he steps into.

I wave them in.

"Jesus, man. I thought you had way more stuff," Trevor says, kicking at one of the moving boxes in the living room. "Like... a couch. Or a TV."

"Yeah, well, turns out Naomi owned most of it," I mutter.

Jim claps a hand on my shoulder. "Tough break, buddy. But on the bright side, this means we'll be done in no time."

The sun beats down as we start lugging my belongings into Jim's truck's bed. Trevor has a point. Most of my stuff consists of clothes, books, and other random small items. Luckily, my new place is furnished.

It's during one of these trips from the house to the driveway that I notice her.

A small silhouette in the distance, blurred by the waves of heat rising from the asphalt as she walks down the street.

Her blonde ponytail bounces with each step. She's dressed in a grey State U T-shirt tucked into high-waisted jean shorts. White sneakers and socks peeking just above her ankles. Her skin glows with a light sheen of sweat under the sun, no makeup, just Maddie.

A weight lifts off my shoulders when she notices me. She beams and speeds up.

And then, suddenly, Maddie's on me. Arms thrown around my neck, body colliding into mine without hesitation.

I catch her on instinct. She smells like summer against me.

It's probably a little crass to ask the girl I'm sleeping with to help me move out of my ex's house.

But I'm the dumpee, I deserve some leeway.

Still, I quickly look around to make sure we're alone.

"Hey," I murmur, as we separate. "You came!"

"Yeah, of course," she answers, then flashes me the smirk that usually spells my doom. "Anything to get you out of there. We need our privacy."

The door creaks open behind me.

Trevor stumbles out, his face hidden behind a massive cardboard box. He grunts as he heaves it into the truck, a loud thud following the drop.

He stretches, rolls his shoulders, and then turns. He nearly jumps when he finally notices Maddie.

"Shit, hello there," he mutters, blinking. But he recovers quickly, nodding at her T-shirt. "State U?"

Maddie grins and puffs out her chest to show off the logo. No bra in sight. "Yep."

Trevor holds up his hand. Maddie drags out the moment, making a show of getting onto her tiptoes before giving him his high-five.

She giggles, all bright-eyed and innocent. I know better.

"Alright," I call, amazed as ever at Maddie's flirty demeanor. "Let's get back to work!"

I do my best to focus on moving the boxes and packing the last few things lying around the place. But every time I raise my head, Maddie's eyes are already on me.

She looks away too quickly, cheeks flushed.

We've barely seen each other since our debauched free-for-all at the motel on the way back from the lake. I've been busy with work and looking for a new place, and she's started her new job. But she's kept her texting relentless.

It feels strange to see her outside of the bubble that is my parents' lakehouse.

But all it took was one quick hug, one laugh, one look at her standing there in my driveway, drenched in summer heat. I'm right back under her spell.

Maddie's just that magnetic.

"Damn, Roman, you work fast," Trevor's voice is low, amused, as he leans against the truck beside me, watching Maddie in the distance. "Where'd you find her?"

"It's not like that," I scoff, trying to sound offended. "She's a childhood friend."

This is a much better way to phrase our relationship than 'my little sister's best friend.' How did I not think of it before?

"Well, whatever you say, bro," he slaps my shoulder before going back to moving boxes.

Soon, the four of us are soaked in sweat. But we're mostly done and take a quick pause sitting around the table in the shaded backyard.

That's when Naomi comes out of the house, carrying a tray with three beer bottles on it, slick with condensation.

"Hey, boys!" She chirps. "Brought some refreshments!"

Her perfect hostess act drops when her eyes fall on Maddie.

"Hello. I don't think we've met?"

Maddie opens her mouth to answer, but Naomi snaps her fingers in recognition.

"Oh! No, wait, I remember now. You're Paige's little friend. Tammy, right?"

It's rare to see Maddie completely lose her composure. But she just stands there, looking absolutely humiliated.

"It's Maddie, actually." I correct. "She's offered to help me move out."

"That's nice. Thank you, Maddie," Naomi says to a blushing Maddie. "I'll get you a drink too, then. Be right back."

There's an awkward silence in the garden.

Then Naomi comes back, gracefully setting a single diet Coke can on the table.

"There you go, sweetie." She says with a pointed smile.

I can see Maddie shrinking in her lawn chair. She manages a nod, and Naomi turns toward me.

"I'll be out for the rest of the afternoon," she says lightly. "You can just lock up when you're done. Leave your key in the mailbox?"

"Sure," I shrug.

It's my turn to freeze as she leans over me. She presses her lips to my cheek and squeezes my arm. I catch the familiar scent of her perfume. Despite everything, my heart tightens.

"See you around," she whispers before walking away.

I watch the patio door close behind her. The whole interaction takes maybe two seconds, but it feels longer.

When I look away, the others are all staring at me.

"So," Jim begins, sipping on his beer, desperate to lighten the mood. "Maddie, how long have you known Rom?"

She straightens right back up, reverting to her usual cheerful self.

"My whole life pretty much," she answers, strained. "We grew up on the same block."

Trevor perks up. "And you're at State U?" He gestures vaguely toward her T-shirt. "How come we've never met you?"

"I dunno," Maddie says. "You should ask Rom."

Both Jim and Trevor glance at me.

"I'm not like you, Trev," I shoot back. "I've graduated, I don't spend all my time hanging around campus."

"Yeah, because you're way

too good

to hang around students, aren't you?" Maddie snaps back.

Fuck, did I upset her?

"Whatever," she shrugs, jumping out of her chair. "I'm going back to work."

The soured mood hangs around us as we finish loading Jim's truck and my car until it's finally time to drive over to my new place.

"Shotgun!" Maddie shouts, slipping into the passenger seat of Jim's truck without hesitation.

Jim chuckles, shaking his head. "Alright, alright."

I glance at Trevor. "Guess you're with me, then."

He winces. "Uh, yeah, about that. I got an Uber coming. Promised my girl I'd actually spend part of the afternoon with her."

I narrow my eyes. "You're ditching me?"

"I'm prioritizing my relationship, bro."

I shrug, unable to keep the smile from my face.

Jim's already pulling out of the driveway, Maddie in tow.

Trevor claps my shoulder. "Good luck with that one," he mutters before jogging to the curb.

I sigh and slide into my car, pulling out behind Jim.

The further we get from the suburbs, the better I feel. It was Naomi's idea to move out here. The perfect neighborhood for a couple planning a life together. Clean, quiet, and boring as hell.

There's little traffic, and we get downtown pretty fast. My new place is in a fresh complex, sleek and modern, all glass and metal. No personality, but functional. Cheap and close to work. There's even a pool. Suck it Naomi.

They follow me down into the parking garage, and we stop right next to the elevators. I climb out and stretch my back.

Maddie and Jim are in full conversation as they exit the truck. She's doubling over, laughing at his jokes, flicking her hair at him. But I've grown desensitized to her antics.

Especially when she tries to use balding, affable Jim to make me mad.

"Sheesh, Roman," Jim mutters when we unload the first batch of boxes in my apartment. "That's a bit of a downgrade, isn't it?"

"Well, thanks, Jimbo. Really helpful."

Sure it's not as big as a whole ass house, but it's spacious enough. The living room opens into a compact kitchen, the bedroom is decent, and there's even a second room I'll use as a home office.

Maddie, however, moves through the space like she already owns it.

She brushes past me, her fingers trailing along the kitchen counter. Wanders into the bedroom, then the office, humming softly to herself like she's considering something.

"The view is nice," she offers, satisfied.

We make a few more trips to the garage, but eventually, both cars are empty, and Jim takes off. Maddie closes the door behind him before turning around to lean against it.

She looks at me and bites her lip.

"So, we're alone," she says. "Finally."

"That we are. I'm sorry I've been so busy since we came back from the lake. But I have a place of my own now. We can spend some more time together."

I found the right words. She walks toward me and wraps her arms around my neck, her mouth finding the corner of my jaw.

"You can make it up to me, baby," she whispers. "We unpack some stuff, order pizza, and christen your bed?"

I groan.

"I'd love to, Maddie, but I need to swing by the house one last time, clean up a bit, make sure I didn't leave anything behind, and drop the keys."

I know the next few words will get me in trouble before they even leave my mouth. But somehow, I still say them out loud.

"We can still try the bed out before we go, though."

Absolute. Idiot.

Maddie freezes against me. She reels back, her arms fall from my neck, and her face twists in disbelief.

"Seriously?" She sounds genuinely offended. "That's your move? A quickie then back to cleaning for your bitch of an ex?"

She stares at me, waiting for my answer.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

I step forward and slip my arm around her waist. She doesn't recoil. Instead, she seems to melt into my touch.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride to your dorm. We can spend the day together tomorrow when I'm done settling in."

Maddie lets out an angry chuckle.

"Ohhh," she hums, tilting her head. "So now that I don't wanna fuck you, you're getting rid of me?"

What is wrong with me?

"No... It's just... I thought..."

She leans her head on my shoulder and starts to giggle. This cuts short my pitiful attempts at an explanation as she watches me squirm.

"I'm fucking with you," she says. "But seriously, how are you so bad at this? I wanna spend time with you. It just sucks that we have to go back to that horrible house."

===

I'm glad we came back to the house. I did miss a bunch of stuff. It's not exactly easy to neatly wrap up two years of shared life.

Take photos, for example: If it's just Naomi and me? Easy. Leave it behind. But I hesitate when I stumble across a framed picture of Naomi, Paige, my little sister, and me. It was taken three Christmases ago, the first time I brought my ex back home. Paige is laughing, and Naomi's and my eyes sparkle from too much wine. It feels wrong to just toss it.

By the time I'm done, I have another box full of random stuff ready to be shipped to my new place. It does feel weird to leave this place I spent two years of my life in. At least being thorough now means fewer awkward visits in the future.

Especially if people start talking about Maddie and me. Things might get more tense with Naomi then.

Where is Maddie, anyway?

It hits me suddenly that I haven't seen or heard from her in a while.

"Maddie?" I call out. "I'm ready to go. Where are you?"

I look around until I find the door to Naomi's bedroom, the room we used to share, ajar.

I smile, thinking back to the last time Maddie left a door open for me. But this time, she's not sprawled on the bed, naked and masturbating.

Instead, Maddie sits poised at Naomi's vanity, completely absorbed in her reflection. She's styled her hair. Gone is the casual, messy ponytail. Freshly curled locks tumble elegantly down her shoulders. She carefully applies makeup, pursing her lips, gaze focused, determined to get the deep red lipstick perfect.

Leaning quietly against the doorframe, I'm captivated by the graceful precision of her movements. She pretends she hasn't noticed me, though the faintest blush rises in her cheeks, and I can see a hint of a smile tug at her lips.

It's unsettling yet strangely thrilling to see Maddie intrude into this room. Every inch of it, every piece of furniture, is tied to Naomi in my memory. Hell, it even smells like her. And yet, Maddie's presence fills it with something entirely new, electric, and enticing.

Only then do I notice her clothes, discarded across the floor. My eyes whip back to her.

I've been so entranced by her reflection, by the intimacy of watching her prepare, that I've completely missed her bare skin peeking just above the backrest of the chair. Well, almost bare. A delicate band of green lace crosses her back.

My brain works overtime to remember where I have seen this clasp before.

Maddie is wearing the exact lingerie set Naomi and I bought together for our first anniversary.

My heart is beating faster than ever. This is so wrong. It shouldn't be this hot.

She must have noticed the change in my demeanor through the mirror because she gets up.

Unsurprisingly, she also wears the set's panties. I try to ignore the obvious comparison with the last time I saw Naomie wearing them and focus entirely on Maddie's offered curves.

The bra cups are slightly too small, pressing into her breasts, making them swell against her chest, practically spilling out. The delicate lace is strategically sheer in places, giving me tantalizing glimpses of her pink nipples and the soft blonde curls between her thighs, driving me crazy with lust.

Maddie seems satisfied with her effect. She stands in front of me, her hand on her hip, her blue eyes right on mine, and a proud smile spreads across her lips.

"So what do you think?" Her tone is triumphant.

"Green suits you," I murmur, deliberately giving her another slow once-over.

She tilts her chin up. "Better than Naomi?" She pushes.

Despite her words, there is no trace of insecurity in her voice. She knows she doesn't have to stake a claim. This is a show of force.

I don't answer. There's no need. Instead, I take the two steps between us.

My hands land on Maddie's waist, gripping her firmly as I pull her close. Her lips eagerly part, welcoming me. Her tongue quickly finds mine, warm, sweet, tasting faintly of cherry lipstick.

My mind goes blank when I smell Naomi's perfume on her skin. Heat rushes through me as my palms roam over the soft skin of her hips, tracing the curves of her back, exploring the sensitive dip of her waist

But the moment my fingertips brush the waistband of the green lace, Maddie firmly pushes me away, breaking our kiss with a wicked grin

"You don't get to jerk me around all day and then slip your paws in my panties that easily," she says breathlessly.

She climbs onto the bed, seating herself provocatively at its edge, legs slowly parting in an open invitation. My heart races, my pulse pounding in my temples from the wrongness of it all. This is Naomi's bed.

"Ready to make it up to me?" She beckons. Her voice is thick with arousal.

"I'd rather take you to my new place, make amends there." I offer, unsure. What if Naomi comes back?

Maddie makes a theatrical show of glancing away as if weighing her options carefully. "Hm," she murmurs, finally returning her gaze to mine. "I don't think so, no."

Her hand snakes down her body before stopping over the sheer lace of her panties. She rubs herself through the fabric, letting out labored breaths between her teeth.

"What are you waiting for?"

Maddie's voice snaps me out of my trance. Suddenly, I'm on my knees, positioned firmly between her parted thighs. Her hand leaves her crotch and plunges into my hair, fingers tangling tightly as she pulls me toward her. I barely manage to push the delicate fabric aside before she urgently presses my mouth against her heat, claiming me completely.

She moans softly when my lips brush against her slick folds. Her other hand moves to rest lightly on the nape of my neck, sending delightful tingles across my scalp. For a moment, I focus only on gentle kisses and soft, teasing licks, attuned to every twitch and shiver of her body beneath me.

When I suck her clit carefully between my lips, Maddie lets out a loud groan and tumbles backward, gripping my head tightly before finally surrendering. She falls back onto the mattress, letting herself relax into my touch as I maintain my focused attention.

God, Maddie is too easy to please. I chuckle quietly, lifting my head to meet her gaze.

"Shut up," she mutters, propping herself up on one elbow to glare playfully down at me from between her legs. "Don't get distracted."

I'm about to lower my mouth again when a depraved thought crosses my mind.

"Do you trust me?" I ask innocently.

A big, goofy smile spreads across her flushed face.

"Of course," she answers, happy, shivering in excitement.

"Then close your eyes and lie back," I command.

Maddie instantly obeys, collapsing onto the covers with a small sigh, her arms loosely spread at her sides. She whimpers softly when I move away from her warmth, yet keeps her eyes dutifully closed. Her breath catches slightly, and she clearly wonders what comes next.

Her total trust melts my heart. I resist the urge to pet her belly.

My pulse quickens as I turn and quietly pull open the bedside table drawer, the faint scent of Naomi's perfume mingling with Maddie's arousal. I rifle through it until my fingers land on the hard, shiny plastic I am looking for.

Naomi's bullet vibe.

I pause, heart pounding at the sheer transgression, a wave of guilty excitement gripping me. Maddie lies there completely vulnerable, utterly trusting, while I hold a piece of Naomi's most private world in my hand.

I'll have all the time in the world to feel guilty later. Right now, I just want to see Maddie turn into a puddle.

"It's cold," she complains as I lightly press the tip of the vibrator straight on her clit.

But the complaint vanishes as quickly as it came. I twist the small chrome cap to bring the toy to life, making sure to maintain a soft contact with Maddie's needy nub. Her body explodes, like she just received an electric shock, rather than a playful vibration.