Her brother, my secret

It started as a harmless look. I was in the kitchen grabbing a drink, and my best friends brother walked in—shirtless, cocky, and way too fine for his own good. We locked eyes for a second too long, and I swear I felt the heat shoot straight between my legs. I should’ve looked away. I didn’t.

Later that night, after everyone was asleep, I found myself outside his door… not even sure how I got there. But he opened it like he’d been waiting for me. He pulled me in without a word, slammed the door shut, and kissed me like he was done pretending.

Clothes hit the floor faster than we could think. I was already dripping, already aching, already his. He bent me over the edge of the bed, whispering, “You sure about this?” And all I could do was moan his name and push back against him.

He was relentless, hitting all the right spots like he knew my body better than I did. Every thrust got deeper, rougher, like he couldn’t get enough of me—and I didn’t want him to stop. My legs were shaking, my body begging for more, and when I looked back at him, all I saw was hunger.

He grabbed my hips, growled my name, and came inside me—deep, hard, and unfiltered. I felt every hot pulse of him filling me up, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. No pulling out, no hesitation… just raw, messy, mind-blowing release.

I collapsed onto the bed, breathless and wrecked, knowing full well we’d crossed a line. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.