Forbidden Hookup Story: Fucked by My Best Friend’s Brother

Just One Bite

Forbidden hookup story? Let me give you one you’ll never forget. It started with my best friend daring me to spend the weekend at her place while her brother was home from grad school. She said he was boring and older. Granted, that isn’t really my type. She had no idea that I had a very soft spot for serious-looking men with perfect forearms and no patience for little teases like me. The second I saw him in the kitchen, shirtless, groggy, sipping coffee…I knew. I was going to fuck him before the weekend ended.

He barely looked at me at first. Just a distracted “Hey,” as he passed me the milk. But by the second day, I caught him watching. When I bent to grab something off the floor, his eyes dropped. When I wore a cropped tank and no bra, he lingered in the doorway a little too long. I could tell he was trying to behave. Which only made me want to push him harder. Saturday night, my friend passed out early after too much wine. I tiptoed down the hallway in one of her oversized shirts, and no panties, and stood in his doorway.

I Would Make My Forbidden Hookup Story

He was reading in bed, glasses on, shirt off, looking like every fantasy sex scene. “You should be asleep,” he said, not looking up. “I can’t sleep,” I replied, stepping into the room. He looked up slowly. His eyes dropped to my bare thighs. “I’m not dumb,” he said. “I know what you’re doing.” I shrugged. “Then stop me.” He didn’t. I climbed onto the bed, straddled his lap, and kissed him like I’d been waiting all year to do it. His hands gripped my waist like he didn’t know what else to do, and when I ground against him, he groaned into my mouth. “Fuck,” he breathed. “This is a bad idea. But I guess every forbidden hookup story needs to start somewhere.”

He tore my panties off, and he pushed two fingers inside. My pussy became wetter. He made me cum before he ever got his cock inside me. And when he finally did, it was slow at first. And then it wasn’t. He fucked me like he was punishing us both. I clawed at his shoulders, bit his neck, and rode him until I forgot my name.

I Loved Almost Being Caught

Forbidden hookup story? More like a secret I’ll replay every time I touch myself in the shower. Just when we were both breathless and on edge, we heard something. A floorboard. Oh fuck! It was my friend. I held my breath and froze still while I was still on top of him. And very much still full of his cock. His hand clamped over my mouth while we both held our breath. Thank fucking god she didn’t come in. The second her door shut, I started moving again. “You’re evil,” he whispered, grinning.

He could tell I loved fucking older men. I loved the way he used my body until he came inside me. Once we were done, I slipped out of the room, fifteen minutes later, wearing nothing but a grin. I don’t think she suspects anything. But every time I visit now, he looks at me like he’s still trying to figure out how to survive me. That’s what makes this the best kind of forbidden hookup story, the kind that isn’t over yet.

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