We were having a sleepover like always, watching movies, gossiping, messing around. Her older brother had just gotten home from the gym, sweaty and quiet, barely looked at us when he walked through the living room. But I saw how he looked at me when she wasn’t watching.
I’d had a thing for him for years. Big, rough, the type that made you feel small. That night, I decided to push it. I skipped the pajama pants and walked around in just a tiny crop top and panties, brushing past him in the hallway like I didn’t notice how close we were.
She hopped in the shower before bed.
I was still on the couch when he came back into the room. He didn’t say a word. Just sat behind me, big legs spread, the heat from his body pressing into my back. I leaned against him, slow, let my ass grind down against the bulge growing in his shorts.
His hand slid between my legs, fingers pressing over my panties, feeling how soaked I already was. I didn’t stop him. I spread a little wider.
He kept teasing me, rubbing slow circles while I gasped into my arm to stay quiet. She was singing in the shower. Just one wall away.
He didn’t fuck me. Just used me until he came in his shorts, breathing heavy into my neck. I came with him, biting the pillow so she wouldn’t hear.
I pulled my panties back into place and sat like nothing happened when she came out.
She asked if we watched the movie while she was gone. I was still dripping on the couch
