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Nick and Zac: Your Typical "Big Brother's Best Friend And Little Sister" Story

Novel By: Cherie Arlavine
Young adult

Three years ago she was a fourteen-year-old tomboy. And he was an eighteen-year-old senior who looked at her like a little sister. And she always thought of him as a buddy or big brother.
But then he had to go to college, in Europe. And three slow years passed by, and now he's back. Nicholas comes back expecting to see his best friend and the little tomboy he left.
Zac was looking forward to seeing her old buddy. The one she used to wrestle and play football with. But Nicholas returns, and things are just not the same.
Nicholas is twenty-one, and he's built, tan, and cultured.
Zac is seventeen and she's curvy and sexy. Not flat chested and sporty.
And neither of them seem to like the changes.
Zac and Nicholas end up fighting rather then sharing old memories. Just because neither of them are so good at accepting change.
Josh, Zac's older brother, is trying to figure what the hell is wrong. He and Nick went right back to old times.
But Reece, Josh's other friend, has a theory about why Zac and Nick are either really polite or fighting.
And Josh doesn't like his theory at all.
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Submitted:Dec 2, 2011    Reads: 493    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

Nicholas hardly heard his friend's voices or the radio as they drove toward the beach. He thought about Zac, about how different she was now. He'd come home expecting to see his good buddy Zac, who was like a cool younger sibling to him before. All of a sudden she was seventeen and filled out and gorgeous. What ever happened to that little tomboy he used to wrestle with? Or enjoy a football game with? Now she had this hair, that smelled like roses, smelled so sweet.

She had these eyes that had once been playful and challenging, and now they were swift and daring and sexy. She had a woman's face, a woman's body for fuck sakes. He couldn't wrestle with her now. It would be sexual harassment of some sort he was sure. Now she had these long, painted, manicured nails. She wore eye liner and mascara and lipstick.

Instead of gym shorts and big t-shirts she wore these cute little lacey or silk pajamas, sometimes just walked around in bras and panties as if it were nothing to think of. Didn't she even realize she had this amazing body and that she should be covering up when other boys were around? It infuriated him that she might be wearing these things in front of other guys.

Then those tight little dresses she wore, the mini skirts and the halter tops or the tube tops. It was like she was just a fucking ad for skin and cleavage. Why didn't Josh ever get onto her for wearing shit like that? It wasn't right, her showing it off to all of the horn dog guys that lived around here.
Those gorgeous legs that were smooth, tan, and firm. She was just a whole damn package deal and it just pissed him off. He wanted the old Zac back.

Not this interesting, sexy, too-fucking-pretty seventeen-year-old girl who made him ache at just one look. She was his best friend's little sister for fuck sakes. What the hell was wrong with him?


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