I let my best friend’s older brother take control… and I’ve never been the same since

It started out like any other night. I was staying over at my best friend’s house for the weekend, just lounging in tiny shorts and a tank top, scrolling through my phone on the couch. I thought everyone was asleep—until her older brother came home late from work. He walked in, caught me half-sprawled out, and froze. I saw his eyes flick down over my legs, then quickly back up. I pretended not to notice, but the look he gave me stayed burned in my mind.

Hours later, I got up to grab a glass of water. He was still awake, shirtless now, leaning against the counter like he was waiting for me. We talked—harmless at first—but the tension was thick. One teasing comment turned into another until he stepped closer, fingers brushing my hip. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I leaned into his touch.

Within seconds, his lips were on mine. He pushed me back against the fridge, hands under my tank top, thumbs brushing over my nipples. My body responded before I even had time to think. When he bent me over the counter, I gasped. He pulled my shorts down, panties with them, and didn’t hesitate—he slid in slowly, deeply, making sure I felt all of him.

I bit my lip to keep quiet, my nails gripping the edge of the counter. My best friend was sleeping just down the hall, but the thrill of getting caught made everything ten times hotter. His hand around my throat, the way he whispered “mine” in my ear… I came harder than I ever had before.

We haven’t talked about it since. But every time I visit, the way he looks at me tells me he remembers exactly how I felt wrapped around him—and that he wants it again.