[MF] I hooked up with my best friend’s older brother… while she was sleeping down the hall.

Okay so. I know I say this every time, but for real — I shouldn't have done this. Like, on every level, it was such a bad idea.

But it was so fucking worth it.

My best friend's brother had always been around. Older than us by a few years, but he was never, like, flirty or weird. Just kinda quiet, hot in that effortless way — broad shoulders, messy hair, jawline that could cut you. Always smelled good, always polite. Never paid me any attention outside the occasional "you guys want pizza?" or "need a ride?"

But the thing is… I noticed him. Every time. Especially when he started hitting the gym and suddenly wasn't just "her brother" anymore.

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Anyway, I stayed the night at her place one weekend — we'd been out late and crashed back at hers. Her brother was home from work and up when we got in, just watching TV in the living room in a hoodie and sweats. Casual, chill, no big deal.

Until it was 2 a.m. and my friend was passed out cold, and I came out for water — just a tank top and shorts, no bra, hair messy, still kind of buzzed.

He was still on the couch, legs stretched out, phone in hand. Looked up at me and paused for half a second too long.

"Can't sleep?" he asked, voice low, eyes not quite on my face.

I shrugged. "Too hot in her room. You still up?"

He nodded. "Can't sleep either."

I sat on the other end of the couch, tucked my legs under me, tried to pretend like I didn't feel how tense it got.

We started talking. Nothing crazy. Just random stuff. But the kind of talking where every laugh gets a little longer, every look lingers. And there was this buzz under everything. This slow shift from casual to charged. I caught him looking at my thighs, at my chest, and not looking away.

And eventually I said it.

"This feels weird."

He looked at me, head tilted. "Why?"

"Because you're my best friend's brother. Because she's literally asleep like three rooms away."

He nodded, serious. "Yeah. It does feel weird."

We were quiet for a second.

And then he said, "But it also feels kinda inevitable."

That made my stomach flip. I couldn't even pretend to play dumb.

"I don't think we should," I whispered.

"I know we shouldn't," he said.

But neither of us moved.

I shifted closer. So did he. And now our knees were touching and he was looking at me like he wanted to say a million things but knew none of them would make it less fucked up.

Then he brushed my hair back — real slow — and tucked it behind my ear. His fingers skimmed my jaw, and suddenly I couldn't breathe.

"Say stop," he whispered.

I didn't.

So he leaned in and kissed me.

And I melted.

It was soft at first. Careful. But deep — like he meant it. Like he'd thought about it.

My hands were in his hoodie. His were on my waist, sliding under my tank, finding bare skin and gripping tight.

"This is so bad," I gasped between kisses.

"Yeah," he said. "But you're not stopping me."

And I didn't.

I climbed into his lap, straddling him on the couch. His hands were all over me now, sliding up under my top to cup my tits, fingers brushing my nipples until I was whimpering into his mouth.

He pulled my shirt up, kissed down my chest, sucked one of my nipples into his mouth while I ground against him. I could feel how hard he was through his sweats, thick and straining up into me.

"I want you," I whispered. "But we have to be quiet."

He nodded, breathless. "I'll make it quick."

"No," I said. "I want it slow."

He groaned like I was killing him. Slid his sweats down, his cock springing out — hard, thick, already leaking. I pulled my shorts to the side, no panties, already soaked.

He paused.

"No condom," he said, voice rough.

"I don't care."

"Fuck…"

And then he slid into me.

Bare.

Deep.

I moaned into his neck as he stretched me open. Every inch felt like it was made to ruin me. He held still once he was fully in, just breathing against my skin while my pussy clenched around him like I'd been waiting for this all year.

He started to move. Slow. Controlled. Grinding into me while I bit his hoodie to stay quiet.

The sound of him fucking into me with no barrier, the slick wet noise of skin on skin, the feeling of his cock dragging along every nerve ending inside me — I was already shaking.

"You feel insane," he whispered. "So fucking tight."

I was dripping onto his thighs, soaking both of us, hips rocking into him like I couldn't get close enough. He fucked me slow but deep, each stroke hitting so perfect I was seeing stars.

He reached between us, rubbed my clit with two fingers, and I snapped.

Came so hard I couldn't even moan. Just gasped, body tensing, pussy fluttering around his cock until he had to grip my hips to keep from cumming right there.

But he wasn't done.

He laid me back on the couch, climbed over me, lifted one of my legs up and started fucking me deep again — raw and slow, like he wanted to memorize the way I felt.

I came again. Softer this time, just a long, slow release that left me panting and clinging to him.

"I'm close," he said, grinding into me. "You want it inside?"

I looked him dead in the eyes and whispered, "Fill me."

And he did. Stayed buried as deep as he could, groaning through his teeth, cock twitching inside me while he came, warm and so much I could feel it leaking out before he even pulled out.

We laid there for a second, bodies tangled, both of us trying to come down from it.

"I'm gonna hate myself in the morning," I whispered.

He kissed my collarbone. "We're not telling her."

And I nodded.

But I already knew it was gonna happen again.