Growing up, my brother and I were always close despite our two-year age gap. He looked out for me and was always there to protect me. But this closeness may have made things complicated when it comes to my sexual needs. You see, his best friend has always been a little too good at fulfilling them. And the situation becomes even more complicated when you consider that our friend groups intertwine since we’ve known each other for most of our lives. As kids, I didn’t think much about my brother’s attention towards me. I just saw it as an innocent display of friendship. But as we got older, he made it clear that he had feelings for me, especially at my house party last July. Our friends were all there too, and my brother started getting touchy with me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I knew it was wrong, but something about it was alluring. Some people at the party noticed and asked if anything was going on between us, but I played it off and continued partying to avoid suspicion. Eventually, most people left, and I found myself alone with my brother’s friend in the front room. He sat next to me and put his hand on my thigh, which quickly escalated into making out. When he suggested we go upstairs to my parents’ room in 15 minutes, I couldn’t resist. So after waiting for 20 minutes to ensure no one would suspect anything, I quietly made my way up to the room where he was waiting with a massive cock (which was a bit intimidating at first). He pulled me onto my knees and began throat fucking me so hard that tears streamed down my face.He removed my underwear and positioned me bent over the bed. He silenced my moans by stuffing my panties in my mouth, reminding me to be quiet. Then he pushed me further onto the bed and entered me deeply. The pleasure was intense and I wanted it to last forever. But then he took out his cock and forced it down my throat, making me swallow every drop of his cum. I felt like a complete slut and couldn’t believe I had done this with my own brother. We quickly got dressed as he headed back to the party and I laid on the bed, feeling disgusted with myself. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, my brother walked into the room, accompanied by the friend I had just slept with. My heart raced as I thought we were caught, but my brother’s friend came up with a quick lie to save us from being exposed. Apparently, my brother had seen him coming up the stairs while he was going down and needed an excuse for being in the room. He told him that I was upset and crying, which wasn’t far from the truth considering what had just happened. In order to keep up with the charade, I had to come up with a reason for my “tears” and play along for the rest of the night. To this day, my brother still has no idea about what truly happened between me and his friend.