As the sun began to set over the small town, I couldn't help but feel excited for what was to come. I had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks - sneaking into my boyfriend's house while he was at school and having sex with his older brother. The thought of being caught by him made my heart race even faster.

When I finally arrived at the house, I took a deep breath and walked up to the front door. My hands were shaking as I turned the knob and stepped inside. To my surprise, I heard footsteps coming from somewhere else in the house. Panic set in as I tried to figure out how to make an escape. But then, the sound of footsteps stopped, and moments later, the lights went off. It was now or never.

I quietly crept upstairs to find my boyfriend's room empty. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I whispered, hoping it wasn't my boyfriend. But when the door opened, it was none other than his older brother. He stood there, looking at me with a mix of confusion and desire. Without hesitation, I moved towards him, kissing him passionately.

Our bodies collided, and we quickly undressed each other. We spent hours making love, exploring every inch of each other's bodies. And though I knew that I should be feeling guilty, I couldn't help but enjoy every second of it. I felt alive and free, and I knew that I would never forget this night.