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Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive Sister (TOP-RATED — 2026)

I sat up in bed, heart hammering. “Derek, it’s not what you think. She—she started it. I never—”

I looked at her—this beautiful, broken, obsessive girl who had burned her brother’s trust to ash just for a chance to stand in front of me.

Then she walked over, took the glass from my hand, and finished my drink while maintaining eye contact. Derek was too busy refilling his own cup to notice. I noticed. I noticed the way her fingers brushed mine. The way she didn’t flinch at the burn of the whiskey. Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive Sister

She knocked back the shot in one smooth motion, then turned to face me fully, her knees parting to bracket my leg. “Whose law? Your dad’s? Derek’s? Because last I checked, I’m a grown woman who knows exactly what she wants.” She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing my ear. “And I’ve wanted you since I was fifteen, when you showed up to my brother’s birthday party with a black eye and a bloody knuckle because you’d defended him in a fight. You didn’t even know I was watching from the stairs. But I was.”

I laughed, a little too loud. “Chloe, you’re Derek’s little sister. You’re off-limits. That’s just… the law.” I sat up in bed, heart hammering

“Because you would never choose me,” she said. “Not while he was in the way. So I removed him from the equation.”

That was the moment I realized: Chloe wasn’t a crush. She wasn’t a phase. She was a bonfire, and I’d been standing too close for months, pretending I wasn’t already burning. The explosion came three days later. I never—” I looked at her—this beautiful, broken,

It came at 9:14 AM.

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