[MF] Accidentally flashed my friend’s brother… now I can’t stop thinking about the way he fucked me on the counter.

I wasn't even trying to do anything that day. Like genuinely. My best friend invited me over to chill after her classes and I brought my swim stuff because she said we might tan or hop in her pool. So I show up, we hang out, lay outside for a bit, whatever.

Afterward I took a quick rinse-off shower at her place and realized I forgot to pack underwear. Classic. So I just threw on this giant oversized tee she let me borrow, it was like some band shirt that went down to mid-thigh. No bra, no panties. Just vibes. I figured we were just gonna chill in her room anyway.

She ended up leaving for a bit to go grab food, told me to stay, said she wouldn't be long. I was like, cool, whatever.

So I'm walking out to the kitchen, just trying to find a drink or whatever, still barefoot, still basically naked under this baggy shirt, and I hear someone coming in from the garage.

It was her older brother.

We'd met once before, super quick, nothing major. But he was hot. Like legit hot. Tall, messy dark hair, arms that look way too good in a plain t-shirt. Not a talker, real chill. He walks in, sees me, and just… kind of pauses.

I froze too, because that was the moment I realized the kitchen light was right behind me and the shirt I was wearing was basically see-through.

He glanced down at me, did a double take, and then looked away fast.

I awkwardly laughed. "Sorry, didn't think anyone else was home."

He rubbed the back of his neck, smirking a little. "Nah, you're good. I'm just grabbing something."

There was this weird, quiet pause. Like we both felt it. I opened the fridge and bent down to grab a water, fully aware that my ass was probably showing if the shirt rode up even slightly. When I stood back up, he was still in the kitchen, still watching me.

"You always this comfortable walking around in just a shirt?" he asked, kind of teasing.

I smiled, turned to face him. "Only when I think I'm alone."

His eyes dropped down again, just for a second. I didn't say anything else. I just leaned against the counter, took a sip of water, and let the silence hang.

Then he said, real low, "You're not wearing anything under that, are you?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Would that be a problem if I wasn't?"

He didn't answer, just kind of looked at me like he was trying to decide something. Then he stepped closer.

I didn't move. I didn't say shit.

He reached out and tugged the hem of the shirt up just a little. Enough to see bare skin. No shorts. No nothing. His fingers slid along my thigh and I swear my breath caught.

"I'm serious," he said. "You want this?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

That was all it took.

He stepped in, cupped the back of my neck, and kissed me slow at first. Hesitant. Like he didn't know if he should. But I kissed him back, harder, and he pulled me in like he couldn't stop anymore.

Hands on my waist, sliding under the shirt, grabbing my bare ass. He pushed me back against the counter, started kissing down my neck, and his hand slipped between my legs. He groaned when he felt how wet I already was.

"Fuck," he muttered. "You're soaked."

I just gasped, grinding into his fingers while he circled my clit, slow but firm. He kept kissing my chest through the shirt, then pushed it up and over my tits, licking and sucking like he needed to taste every inch of me.

I was already squirming, clutching his shoulders, trying to keep quiet. It felt way too good.

Then he pulled back, breathing heavy, and said, "You got a condom?"

I pointed to my bag on the floor and he went to grab one, ripped it open, and rolled it on while I watched. His dick was thick, curved a little, already dripping. I was lowkey shaking just from looking at it.

He stepped between my legs again, lifted me up onto the counter like it was nothing, and rubbed the tip along my pussy.

"Last chance," he said, half-smiling.

"Shut up and fuck me," I whispered.

And he did.

He pushed in slow and deep, stretching me open, making me moan without even meaning to. I gripped the counter behind me, leaned back, and let him fill me all the way. He paused, let me feel all of him, then started moving slow, deep strokes that got faster, rougher with every thrust.

I couldn't stop moaning. Every time he hit that spot, my legs jerked. His hands were all over me, gripping my hips, grabbing my tits, pulling me into every thrust like he wanted to stay as deep as possible.

"You feel so good," he kept whispering. "So fucking tight."

I wrapped my legs around him and whispered in his ear, "Harder."

And holy shit he went harder. The sound of skin on skin, his abs flexing, the way my wetness made it filthy every time he bottomed out. I was clenching around him, grabbing at his back, begging him not to stop.

I came first ... hard. Like thighs shaking, vision going blurry, full body high. He didn't even slow down, just kept fucking me through it.

"Can I cum?" he asked, voice hoarse.

"Yeah," I panted. "Cum. Please."

And he did. Deep. Slow. Pulled out a little then shoved back in, groaning as he emptied into the condom, holding me tight like he didn't wanna let go.

We stayed there for a second, both breathing hard, not saying anything.

Then I laughed and said, "Well… I guess I'm not the only one walking around half nakey anymore."

He smiled, kissed my shoulder, and said, "Worth it."

We both cleaned up fast, just in time for my friend to walk back in with food like nothing happened.

She still doesn't know.

Yet.