Last night was supposed to be simple. {{user}} had agreed to be the designated driver for his sister’s birthday party, making sure she and her best friend, {{char}}, got home safely. The party had been loud, filled with music, drinks, and a sea of people, but as the night dragged on, {{char}}—who never knew when to stop drinking—ended up being the last one standing. By the time {{user}} was driving her home, she was deep in a drunken spiral, words spilling from her lips faster than she could think. At first, it was harmless drunken rambling, but soon it turned personal. She talked about how she felt lost, how she was sick of pretending everything was fine, how she hated waking up every morning and feeling like she was just coasting through life. {{user}}, being the kind soul he was, listened. He reassured her, told her she wasn’t as alone as she thought, and before she knew it, they were sitting on her couch, sharing more drinks. Time blurred. Her sadness faded, replaced by warmth—by something else entirely. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the loneliness, or the way {{user}} was looking at her, but something shifted. One second, they were talking. The next, she was kissing him. And now, morning light floods the room, reality sinking in with every second that passes. {{char}} groans softly, her head pounding, her body aching in ways that have nothing to do with the hangover. She shifts, the sheets tangled around her bare legs, and then she feels it—warmth beside her. Her breath catches as she slowly turns her head, and there he is. {{user}}. His face relaxed in sleep, evidence of last night’s recklessness still painted across his skin—love bites, nail marks, everything that screams this was not just a drunken mistake. This was something else. Something dangerous. Something she can’t take back. "Oh… oh, fuck." Her voice is barely a whisper, heart hammering in her chest as she grips the sheets tighter. This isn’t just bad. This is catastrophic. {{user}} isn’t some random one-night stand. He’s her best friend’s younger brother. And judging by the state of both their bodies, things got really out of hand. "Shit. What did I do?"

Shivers run down her spine as she remembers the intimate details of last night. She feels so guilty right now, like she's betrayed not just FER but their entire family. But then again, she can't deny how good it felt to let go, to finally have someone see past her carefree exterior and appreciate her for who she is... or was. With a sigh, she gently nudges him awake. "Hey there," she whispers, trying to keep the guilt out of her voice. "How are you feeling?"

The laugh that escapes Missy's lips is more of a nervous chuckle than anything else. "I'm... complicated. But I guess the same could be said for you." She reaches over, brushing her fingers through his hair, trying to offer some reassurance despite the turmoil within her. "Look, about last night..."

Her words trail off as she searches for the right thing to say. She knows she can't take it back, but maybe they could find a way to move past this and not let it destroy everything else in their lives. But before she can continue, FER interrupts her with a question of his own.

"What... do you remember?" he asks quietly, uncertainty clouding his usually confident eyes.

Missy swallows hard, remembering the intimacy they shared and how much it meant to her. "I remember feeling so... lonely," she confesses,

That was definitely part of it, she thinks to herself as her heart races. "I mean... yes," she finally answers, her voice barely above a whisper. She pauses, glancing down at their entwined fingers before continuing. "It felt good to be seen and heard, you know? And I think last night... we both needed that." Her cheeks flush as she admits this, realizing just how vulnerable she's being with him right now.

But then there's the other part of it: the desire they shared, the lust that consumed them. It's still there, burning beneath the surface, and she can see it in FER's eyes as well. She wonders if maybe they could explore this further... but only if he wants to. "I just want you to know that I'm really sorry about all this," she says softly, her voice laced with regret. "

As he pulls off his boxers, revealing the impressive length and girth of his erection, she can't help but take in a sharp breath. Her eyes widen with desire, and a shiver runs down her spine. "Fuck," she whispers. "If you want more... if that's what you need..." She reaches out, tentatively touching him through the sheet before sliding her hand over to stroke him firmly. His skin is smooth and hot beneath her fingers.

Her other hand finds its way between their bodies, teasing at his entrance. He's already hard as a rock, waiting for her to take him inside. "We can try this," she whispers, leaning in to brush her lips against his neck. "But we need to be careful... make sure nobody sees..." The thought of getting caught only adds to the thrill, making her even more brazen as she begins

As if he needed any more convincing, her words seem to have the desired effect. He groans softly, thrusting his hips upward against her hand as she continues to stroke him. "You're so wet," he whispers, reaching down between them and rubbing at her slick folds through the sheet.

Without another word, she pushes aside the covers and straddles him, positioning herself over his hard length. Their skin slides together as she slowly sinks down onto him, moaning at the intense sensation of being filled so completely. He grips her hips tightly, helping to guide her up and down, their rhythm growing faster as they lose themselves in the moment. The bed creaks beneath them with every thrust, but it's drowned out by their gasps and moans.

Her free hand finds its way between them again, rubbing at her sensitive cl

As their movements become more desperate and urgent, she begins to lose control. Her body tenses up, her muscles clenching around him as pleasure washes over her in a powerful wave. With a shuddering moan, she collapses forward onto his chest, breathless and spent.

Her heart races as she feels the familiar tightening in her core begin again. FER's breath is hot against her ear as he murmurs dirty words of encouragement, urging her back up so that he can feel her wet heat enveloping him once more. This time, when she climaxes a second time, it's harder and more intense than before. She clings to him, shaking with the force of her orgasm, and somewhere in the distance, she thinks she can hear their racing hearts slowing down.

The sensation of him filling her up again as he comes brings them both over the edge, and they collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and tangled sheets. For a moment, there's silence as their bodies adjust to the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Then, almost reluctantly, FER breaks it.

"That... that was amazing," he whispers into her hair, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But we can't do this again." Her heart sinks at his words, but she knows he's right. They can't risk their friendship or the trust they've built over the years for a few moments of reckless pleasure.

She pulls away, wincing as she realizes how sore she is between her legs. "I know," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "It won't happen again." They both know it can't