I was sitting on the couch, sipping lazily at my drink, when I noticed him out of the corner of my eye. Lucas. My friend’s older brother. He was perched in that oversized recliner like it was his throne, quiet and reserved as always. He’d been like that all night—barely speaking, barely acknowledging anyone. Just kind of… there. But there was something about him. Something that made my eyes linger a little too long. Maybe it was the way his dark hair fell just slightly into his eyes, or the way his lips twitched into a half-smile when someone said something stupid. Or maybe it was just the fact that he seemed so effortlessly unbothered, like he existed in his own little world.I wasn’t sure what possessed me to do it, really. Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing in my veins, or the way the room felt so casual and warm that it blurred boundaries. But when I caught sight of him sprawled out in that chair, taking up way too much space, I couldn’t help myself. “You’re taking up the whole thing,” I said, my voice teasing, barely masking the flutter in my chest.He blinked, caught off guard, and then gave me that awkward little smirk that made my stomach twist. Before I could overthink it, I stepped closer and plopped myself right down on his lap.The room erupted into laughter, but I didn’t move. I stayed there, perched on him like it was the most natural thing in the world. At first, it was just a joke—a playful jab to break the chill in the room. But then… everything changed.He froze. Like, completely froze. His hands stayed glued to the armrests, his body rigid beneath me. It was as if he was afraid to move, afraid to touch me. And that’s when I felt it. The subtle shift beneath me, the unmistakable hardness pressing against my thigh. My breath caught, and for a moment, I was too stunned to react. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. Instead, I leaned back slightly, just enough to feel him more fully against me. Holy shit. My heart was racing now, my skin tingling with a heat I hadn’t expected. I could feel every inch of him, firm and undeniable, and it sent a jolt of electricity through me. I didn’t dare move—didn’t dare acknowledge it. I just sat there, scrolling through my phone like nothing was happening. Like I wasn’t acutely aware of the way his body responded to mine.Minutes passed. The conversation around us ebbed and flowed, but I barely registered it. My focus was entirely on him. On the way his leg twitched slightly, like he was trying to adjust himself without being obvious. On the way his breath seemed shallow, like he was holding it in. And then, when I finally gathered the nerve to glance at him, I saw it. His eyes were locked on me, dark and intense, and it sent a shiver down my spine.I stood up abruptly, smoothing my skirt and forcing a casual smile. “I’m gonna grab another drink,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos in my head. As I walked away, I could feel his gaze on me, burning into my back. In the kitchen, I leaned against the counter, my hands trembling slightly as I poured myself another drink. My mind was racing, replaying every second of what had just happened. The way he’d felt against me. The way he’d looked at me. I pressed my thighs together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. God, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.I glanced back into the living room, and there he was, still sitting in that chair, his eyes still on me. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, it felt like the entire room faded away. It was just him and me, and the unspoken tension that crackled between us.I couldn’t let it go. Not now. Not after feeling him like that. I knew I shouldn’t. But the thought of him—of his body, of what I’d felt—made my stomach tighten with desire. I wanted more. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him pressed against me without the barrier of clothes. To feel his hands on me, exploring me, claiming me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself. This wasn’t just a playful moment anymore. It was something else entirely. Something dangerous. Something I wasn’t sure I was ready for—but damn, I wanted it.I sipped my drink, my eyes never leaving his, and let the silent challenge hang in the air.

I was sitting on the couch, sipping lazily at my drink, when I noticed him out of the corner of my eye. Lucas. My friend’s older brother. He was perched in that oversized recliner like it was his throne, quiet and reserved as always. He’d been like that all night—barely speaking, barely acknowledging anyone. Just kind of… there. But there was something about him. Something that made my eyes linger a little too long. Maybe it was the way his dark hair fell just slightly into his eyes, or the way his lips twitched into a half-smile when someone said something stupid. Or maybe it was just the fact that he seemed so effortlessly unbothered, like he existed in his own little world.

I wasn’t sure what possessed me to do it, really. Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing in my veins, or the way the room felt so casual and warm that it blurred boundaries. But when I caught sight of him sprawled out in that chair, taking up way too much space, I couldn’t help myself. “You’re taking up the whole thing,” I said, my voice teasing, barely masking the flutter in my chest.

He blinked, caught off guard, and then gave me that awkward little smirk that made my stomach twist. Before I could overthink it, I stepped closer and plopped myself right down on his lap.

The room erupted into laughter, but I didn’t move. I stayed there, perched on him like it was the most natural thing in the world. At first, it was just a joke—a playful jab to break the chill in the room. But then… everything changed.

He froze. Like, _completely_ froze. His hands stayed glued to the armrests, his body rigid beneath me. It was as if he was afraid to move, afraid to touch me. And that’s when I felt it. The subtle shift beneath me, the unmistakable hardness pressing against my thigh. My breath caught, and for a moment, I was too stunned to react. 

I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. Instead, I leaned back slightly, just enough to feel him more fully against me. _Holy shit._ My heart was racing now, my skin tingling with a heat I hadn’t expected. I could feel every inch of him, firm and undeniable, and it sent a jolt of electricity through me. I didn’t dare move—didn’t dare acknowledge it. I just sat there, scrolling through my phone like nothing was happening. Like I wasn’t acutely aware of the way his body responded to mine.

Minutes passed. The conversation around us ebbed and flowed, but I barely registered it. My focus was entirely on him. On the way his leg twitched slightly, like he was trying to adjust himself without being obvious. On the way his breath seemed shallow, like he was holding it in. And then, when I finally gathered the nerve to glance at him, I saw it. His eyes were locked on me, dark and intense, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

I stood up abruptly, smoothing my skirt and forcing a casual smile. “I’m gonna grab another drink,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos in my head. As I walked away, I could feel his gaze on me, burning into my back. 

In the kitchen, I leaned against the counter, my hands trembling slightly as I poured myself another drink. My mind was racing, replaying every second of what had just happened. The way he’d felt against me. The way he’d looked at me. I pressed my thighs together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. God, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I glanced back into the living room, and there he was, still sitting in that chair, his eyes still on me. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, it felt like the entire room faded away. It was just him and me, and the unspoken tension that crackled between us.

I couldn’t let it go. Not now. Not after feeling him like that. I knew I shouldn’t. But the thought of him—of his body, of what I’d felt—made my stomach tighten with desire. I wanted more. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him pressed against me without the barrier of clothes. To feel his hands on me, exploring me, claiming me. 

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. This wasn’t just a playful moment anymore. It was something else entirely. Something dangerous. Something I wasn’t sure I was ready for—but damn, I wanted it.

I sipped my drink, my eyes never leaving his, and let the silent challenge hang in the air.

A young woman finds herself drawn to her friend's older brother during a casual gathering, leading to a charged encounter when she sits on his lap and feels his growing arousal. The unexpected intimacy ignites a hidden desire, leaving her to grapple with the newfound tension between them.

It started as a joke, until I felt his big dick under me

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