I lay there in the dark, the faint hum of the air conditioner filling the silence. My best friend, Lila, was snoring softly above me in the top bunk—a sound I’d grown so used to over the years. Tonight was no different. Or so I thought. The room was cool, but my body felt restless. My hand absently traced the edge of the blanket, my mind wandering to thoughts I didn’t want to entertain. Thoughts about him. Lila’s twin brother, Ethan. The guy I’d spent years rolling my eyes at, the one who’d always known how to push my buttons. But now? Now I couldn’t stop staring whenever he walked into the room. His broad shoulders, that smirk that always seemed to say, “I know something you don’t.” And the way he looked at me—like he was waiting for me to catch up to whatever game he was playing. I sighed, flipping onto my side and pulling the blanket tighter around me. Go to sleep, I told myself. You’re just tired. Overthinking. But then I heard it. The soft creak of the door opening. My heart jumped. I froze, peeking over the edge of the blanket. The faint light from the hallway spilled in, and there he was. Ethan. Standing in the doorway, just a towel slung low around his hips. Water droplets clung to his skin, glistening in the dim light. His chest rose and fell slowly, like he was trying to stay quiet. What the hell is he doing? He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with barely a sound. The room plunged back into darkness, but I could still make out his silhouette as he moved closer. My pulse raced, my mind spinning. Should I say something? Pretend to be asleep? Before I could decide, he was kneeling beside the bed, his breath warm against my neck. His hand brushed my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. “Are you awake?” he whispered, his voice so low it was almost a vibration. I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My body was locked in this strange tension, part of me wanting to push him away, the other part wanting to pull him closer. His lips grazed my neck, and I gasped softly, my hand instinctively gripping the blanket. “Ethan,” I breathed, barely audible. “Shh,” he murmured, his mouth trailing kisses along my jawline. “Don’t wake her.” My heart hammered in my chest. This was insane. Wrong. And yet, I couldn’t stop him. His hand slid under the blanket, finding my hip, and I trembled. His touch was firm but gentle, like he was testing the waters. His lips found mine, and I kissed him back before I even realized what I was doing. It was electric, like every nerve in my body had just come alive. His tongue teased mine, and I melted into him, my hands finding his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. The towel around his hips loosened, and I felt it. His hardness pressing against my thigh. My breath hitched, and I pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “Ethan, I—” He silenced me with another kiss, deeper this time, more insistent. His hand moved down, slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt, his fingers brushing against my stomach. I tensed, my mind screaming at me to stop this, but my body had other ideas. He pulled back just enough to tug my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes devoured me, and I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also… wanted. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. His words sent a wave of heat through me. I reached for him, my fingers curling around his length, and he groaned softly, his forehead resting against mine. He was bigger than I expected, and the realization made my stomach flutter. He guided me onto my back, his weight settling over me. His lips found my neck again, and I arched into him, my hands gripping his shoulders. His hips pressed against mine, and I felt him, hot and hard, right where I needed him. “Are you sure?” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. I’d never done this before, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was him. He kissed me again, slow and deep, as he positioned himself. I felt the pressure, the stretch, and I clenched my teeth, trying to relax. But it wasn’t enough. “It’s okay,” he whispered, pulling back slightly. “Let me help.” His fingers slid between us, teasing me, and I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed. He was relentless, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. When he pushed inside again, I was ready. The pain was sharp but fleeting, quickly replaced by a fullness that made my head spin. He moved slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Every thrust was deliberate, like he was memorizing the way my body responded to him. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet, but it was impossible. A soft moan escaped me, and he smirked, leaning down to kiss me again. “Don’t hold back,” he breathed against my lips. “Let me hear you.” I shook my head, my nails digging into his back. “Lila…” “She’s asleep,” he said, his voice low and steady. “And even if she’s not, she’ll keep her eyes shut.” His words sent a chill through me, but I didn’t care. I was too lost in the way he felt inside me, the way he filled me completely. His pace quickened, and I gripped the sheets, my legs wrapping around his waist. Everything about this was wrong, but it felt so right. His breath was hot against my skin, his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. I was close, so close, and I could tell he was too. His thrusts became erratic, his grip on my hips tightening. “Fuck,” he groaned, pulling out just in time. I felt his release spill onto my stomach, hot and sticky. He collapsed beside me, his breathing ragged. I lay there, my heart pounding, my mind racing. What had I just done? Before I could process it, I heard a soft sneeze from the top bunk. My blood ran cold. “Ethan,” I whispered, my voice shaking. He smirked, his hand brushing my cheek. “Relax. She’s asleep.” But I wasn’t so sure. As he slipped out of the room, leaving me lying there in the aftermath, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had just changed forever. And I couldn’t tell if I loved it or hated it.

I lay there in the dark, the faint hum of the air conditioner filling the silence. My best friend, Lila, was snoring softly above me in the top bunk—a sound I’d grown so used to over the years. Tonight was no different. Or so I thought. 

The room was cool, but my body felt restless. My hand absently traced the edge of the blanket, my mind wandering to thoughts I didn’t want to entertain. _Thoughts about him._ Lila’s twin brother, Ethan. The guy I’d spent years rolling my eyes at, the one who’d always known how to push my buttons. But now? Now I couldn’t stop staring whenever he walked into the room. His broad shoulders, that smirk that always seemed to say, _“I know something you don’t.”_ And the way he looked at me—like he was waiting for me to catch up to whatever game he was playing. 

I sighed, flipping onto my side and pulling the blanket tighter around me. _Go to sleep_, I told myself. _You’re just tired. Overthinking._ 

But then I heard it. The soft creak of the door opening. 

My heart jumped. I froze, peeking over the edge of the blanket. The faint light from the hallway spilled in, and there he was. Ethan. Standing in the doorway, just a towel slung low around his hips. Water droplets clung to his skin, glistening in the dim light. His chest rose and fell slowly, like he was trying to stay quiet. 

_What the hell is he doing?_ 

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with barely a sound. The room plunged back into darkness, but I could still make out his silhouette as he moved closer. My pulse raced, my mind spinning. Should I say something? Pretend to be asleep? 

Before I could decide, he was kneeling beside the bed, his breath warm against my neck. His hand brushed my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. 

“Are you awake?” he whispered, his voice so low it was almost a vibration. 

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My body was locked in this strange tension, part of me wanting to push him away, the other part wanting to pull him closer. 

His lips grazed my neck, and I gasped softly, my hand instinctively gripping the blanket. “Ethan,” I breathed, barely audible. 

“Shh,” he murmured, his mouth trailing kisses along my jawline. “Don’t wake her.” 

My heart hammered in my chest. This was insane. Wrong. And yet, I couldn’t stop him. His hand slid under the blanket, finding my hip, and I trembled. His touch was firm but gentle, like he was testing the waters. 

His lips found mine, and I kissed him back before I even realized what I was doing. It was electric, like every nerve in my body had just come alive. His tongue teased mine, and I melted into him, my hands finding his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. 

The towel around his hips loosened, and I felt it. His hardness pressing against my thigh. My breath hitched, and I pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “Ethan, I—” 

He silenced me with another kiss, deeper this time, more insistent. His hand moved down, slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt, his fingers brushing against my stomach. I tensed, my mind screaming at me to stop this, but my body had other ideas. 

He pulled back just enough to tug my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes devoured me, and I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also… wanted. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. 

His words sent a wave of heat through me. I reached for him, my fingers curling around his length, and he groaned softly, his forehead resting against mine. He was bigger than I expected, and the realization made my stomach flutter. 

He guided me onto my back, his weight settling over me. His lips found my neck again, and I arched into him, my hands gripping his shoulders. His hips pressed against mine, and I felt him, hot and hard, right where I needed him. 

“Are you sure?” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. 

I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. I’d never done this before, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was him. 

He kissed me again, slow and deep, as he positioned himself. I felt the pressure, the stretch, and I clenched my teeth, trying to relax. But it wasn’t enough. 

“It’s okay,” he whispered, pulling back slightly. “Let me help.” 

His fingers slid between us, teasing me, and I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed. He was relentless, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. When he pushed inside again, I was ready. The pain was sharp but fleeting, quickly replaced by a fullness that made my head spin. 

He moved slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Every thrust was deliberate, like he was memorizing the way my body responded to him. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet, but it was impossible. A soft moan escaped me, and he smirked, leaning down to kiss me again. 

“Don’t hold back,” he breathed against my lips. “Let me hear you.” 

I shook my head, my nails digging into his back. “Lila…” 

“She’s asleep,” he said, his voice low and steady. “And even if she’s not, she’ll keep her eyes shut.” 

His words sent a chill through me, but I didn’t care. I was too lost in the way he felt inside me, the way he filled me completely. His pace quickened, and I gripped the sheets, my legs wrapping around his waist. 

Everything about this was wrong, but it felt so _right_. His breath was hot against my skin, his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. I was close, so close, and I could tell he was too. His thrusts became erratic, his grip on my hips tightening. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling out just in time. I felt his release spill onto my stomach, hot and sticky. He collapsed beside me, his breathing ragged. 

I lay there, my heart pounding, my mind racing. What had I just done? Before I could process it, I heard a soft sneeze from the top bunk. My blood ran cold. 

“Ethan,” I whispered, my voice shaking. 

He smirked, his hand brushing my cheek. “Relax. She’s asleep.” 

But I wasn’t so sure. As he slipped out of the room, leaving me lying there in the aftermath, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had just changed forever. And I couldn’t tell if I loved it or hated it.

22 [f] , crashing at my bestie’s (23) place, her twin brother—hot now, not the brat I fought as kids—sneaks into the bottom bunk with me while she’s asleep up top. He’s in a towel, hard as hell, starts kissing my neck. I grab his thick dick, then he fucks me raw, my first time. Won’t go in at first, but third try, I’m shaking, moaning loud, scared she’ll wake. He pounds me slow and deep, cums hot all over my stomach. She sneezes right after—did she hear?

I Let My Bestie’s Twin Brother Fuck Me While She Slept Above Us

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