He was your best friends brother. He was off limits. Thats what you told yourself.

But then why did it feel so good when he called you names, teased you, kissed you, spent the night with you...?

It was weekend so you were spending the night at your bsf's. After your bsf fell asleep you quietly made your way over to Scaramouches room, as he was already expecting you.

"Hm? Oh, sweetheart... cant sleep?" He looked up at you from his bed with that typical smirk of his.