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"Holy crap, B. Mari'll be here any minute!"

"Then shut up and let me finish!"

Suiting action to her words, Belle wasted no time getting her mouth around my rapidly-expanding erection. My jeans were around my ankles as I sat in her desk chair, one eye watching the beautiful strawberry-blonde kneeling on the floor between my legs as she bobbed her head up and down in my lap, and the other eye trained out the window and through the blinds in anticipation of Mari's car parking in the driveway.

Of course, I needn't have worried that much. The front door was locked and Mari would never just barge in unannounced. Even if she came early, we'd have plenty of time to get my dick back into my boxer shorts and make myself presentable while Belle headed downstairs to let her best friend into the house. But there was just something so... wrong... about what we were doing that even the slightest percentage chance of discovery was enough to send me into paralyzing panic attacks.

I shouldn't have this fear. I'd never before FELT this kind of fear because I'd never before had anything to HIDE. All my life, the girls had teased me and messed around with me and the worst thing anybody could catch me doing was masturbating within the safety of my big, empty house. Big deal.

But now? Now I was in Belle's room getting a fucking blowjob from the literal girl-next-door I'd grown up with all my life... and none of her so-called best friends even knew about it!!

Yes, we were hiding our blowjobs from the BTC.

I couldn't believe we were hiding our blowjobs from the BTC.

Shit, I still couldn't believe I was even GETTING blowjobs.

And I REALLY couldn't believe I was getting blowjobs from BELLE.

I'd been getting a LOT of blowjobs from Belle, actually. For someone who hadn't even touched a penis for her entire life up until a couple of weeks ago, she was certainly making up for lost time.

I'd woken up that Sunday morning after the Halloween party slightly hungover but with perfect memory of everything that had transpired. That's when the guilt came in, the mental angst of letting the little girl I'd grown up with commit such a debauched, depraved act making me feel lower than a horse turd. And her declaration of love at the end? What was THAT about?

I hadn't been able to sleep in as I usually did on Sunday mornings, so I'd remained awake in bed for over an hour, agonizing over the previous night's activities until I finally got up and started my morning routine. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen to start making breakfast for myself.

Mother was used to getting up before me and then either making brunch or driving us out to a restaurant. She was surprised to find me up and about before her, but she accepted my offer to make her breakfast as well. We made small talk during the meal and I doubt she had any clue what kind of mental turmoil I was in. She simply didn't know me well enough to form a baseline for comparison. In the end, she started reading the business section of the newspaper while I returned to my room to change clothes and get ready for the day.

I'd waited until noon before walking over to Belle's house. Her dad let me in and gave me a warm hug hello. I almost couldn't hug him back, wracked with guilt for letting down this kind-hearted man who had been more of a parent to me than either of my biological gene-donors. How could I face him knowing I'd defiled his only child in such a degenerate manner? But Belle was super-happy to see me, and if she recognized the mental turmoil I was in, she didn't let on. She simply turned and hopped up the stairs, leading the way into her bedroom while I followed, and closed the door behind me.

I knew Mr. K wouldn't come to check on us. If any other boy had been alone in the room with Belle, you'd better believe the door would've had to remain open, but this was me. Matt. The son he'd never had. I'd been alone with Belle behind closed doors ever since the two of us learned how to close a door. I had his TRUST.

Lower than a horse turd was too good for me.

Not that Belle cared about how I was feeling. Strike that. She very much cared, she simply didn't have any intention of respecting how I was feeling. To that end, she parked me on her bed, climbed into my lap, tenderly held my head in her hands, and softly pressed her lips to mine.

"Belle," I groaned, prying her face off mine. "We need to- mmph!"

She'd cut me off with a kiss.

So I pried her off again. "I'm serious. We nee- mmph!"

Again, she cut me off.

So I pried her off again. "Belle, seriously. Last night... oh holy crap... Mmph!"

I'd been wearing comfortable Adidas track pants, nothing fancy, with a super-stretchy waistband. So it had been easy for Belle's hand to slip down and grab hold of my cock, which she started squeezing and stroking while she once again sealed her mouth on top of mine.

The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back across her bed while Belle and I made out with a fury. Every time I tried to break the kiss, her hand tightened a little more around my rapidly-elongating shaft. Every time I tried to say something, she kissed me a little harder and what little mental processing capacity I had available for verbal communication got reassigned to sexual stimulation.

Perhaps two minutes later, Belle finally broke for air, slid down the bed, and pulled my track pants and underwear with her. "Keep it down," she hissed. "Unless you want my dad to come find us with your dick in my mouth."

I kept quiet. My dick was already in her mouth.

Five minutes later, I sat up against Belle's headboard, breathing hard while she snuggled up against my right side. Her hand was beneath my shirt as she rubbed my chest, a silly smile on her face as she enjoyed having a belly full of my cum.

"Mmm... tasty..." she giggled.

But once I caught my breath, I looked down at her and sighed, all the guilt and mental anguish returning to my beleaguered (but no longer distracted) brain. "We need to talk."

"I'm done talking to you about this," she said wearily, with a look that suggested she'd rather do anything than have another 'talk'. "I really do love you, but I hate going in circles about the same fucking thing. I'm not your little sister! Fuck, I'm a month older than you! Get this in your head: We're not related! I understand that we grew up together, and that you have a mental conflict about sexualizing me. But I really don't think you'd have this problem if I was 5'10" with Sam's boobs. When I complain about you not fantasizing about me because I'm a little shorty compared to everyone else, there's more than a kernel of truth there."

I sighed. "It's not that you're a shorty, although I'll grant that if you were 5'10" I might be a little less protective of you. I just... I can't..." I trailed off.

"Come ON, Matty." Belle shook free of my arm, sat up straight, and pivoted around to face me. "I literally have your sperm soaking into my stomach right now. What's it gonna take for you to see me as a woman and not some little girl who needs your protection?"

"I DO see you as a woman! You think I don't know you're freaking hot and uber sexy?"

She crossed her legs into a lotus position and grinned at me. "You think I'm 'uber sexy'?"

My heart broke. "Of course I think you're uber sexy."

"You've never called me uber sexy before."

"Yeah, well, we've already been over my whole mental block when it comes to you. But the fact remains that I've wanted to be with you since we were little. Back when we were twelve, I was the little dweeb next door who kept wanting to tag along wherever you went. You got sick of it and asked your dad once if he could make me stop coming over."

"I did NOT."

I nodded. "One of the most traumatizing moments of my life."

Waving her hand, Belle said dismissively, "I'm pretty sure I was just overreacting to something. I never would've actually wanted you to stop coming over. You were my Matty."

"Perhaps." I shrugged. "The point is: I never cared about any other girls. All I wanted back then was you."

"And now you get to have me. Well, not exactly have me," she clarified quickly. "I do love you, Matty, but I'm not breaking up the BTC for us. I've always enjoyed the teasing and flirting and messing around, but we're not gonna start dating. I couldn't take you away from the other girls. But I'm getting sidetracked. What I don't understand is: If you really felt this way, why the hell have you kept me at arm's length all this time?"

"I'm... I'm..." I started twice, thinking that if I just started talking the words would come out on their own. But they didn't, and I rubbed my forehead while shaking my head. "I don't know exactly. I know the reason I've told myself for all these years, but right now I'm starting to think I've just been lying to myself to cover up the pain."

"What are you talking about?"

I shrugged. "I couldn't have you back then. You were all I thought about, and not even in a remotely sexual way. Even today I can't quite put my finger on it. You were best friends with Mari and you hung out with a bunch of cute tween girls. I was best friends with Alice and we played sports and card games like Magic. Our two social circles did not intersect in the slightest, but every day I got to come home and hang out with you, and spending those few hours with you between the end of school and dinnertime was always the highlight of my day."

Belle glanced around her room, a smile on her face as she reminisced about those days. "Yeah, we had fun back then."

"You'd been my playmate since we were little. Building pillow forts out of the couch cushions," I said with a small chuckle.