My Secret Hookup With My Best Friend’s Brother – A True Confession
I never planned for this to happen — and honestly, if you’d told me a year ago I’d be writing this confession, I’d have laughed at you. But sometimes life surprises you in the dirtiest ways. So here’s my story about how I ended up sneaking around with my best friend’s older brother and why I still can’t get him out of my head.
It started during winter break. I went back home from college and crashed at my best friend’s place for a few days because my parents were renovating. Her brother, Tyler, was back too — tall, charming, with that messy hair that makes you think he just rolled out of bed looking hot. We’d always flirted, but it was harmless… or so I thought.
One night, my best friend went to sleep early after we all watched a movie. Tyler and I stayed up talking in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of cheap red wine. The air felt thick with tension I hadn’t felt before. He asked me about college, my dating life, if I was seeing anyone. I lied and said yes — I don’t even know why. Maybe I didn’t want him to think I was easy. But he just smirked and said, “Pity. I always wondered how you’d taste.”
My stomach flipped. I swear I felt heat rush down my spine. He leaned in and kissed me — so sudden I didn’t even think to stop him. I should have, I know, but every nerve in my body screamed yes. His hands slid under my sweater, fingertips brushing skin no one had touched in months. I wanted him so bad right there on that cold kitchen counter.
But we heard the floor creak upstairs — my best friend’s room. We froze. He pulled back and whispered, “Not here. Come to my room.”
I swear I stood there like an idiot for a whole minute before I tiptoed down the hallway after him. The second his door closed, he pinned me against it, kissing me so deep I thought I’d melt into him. Clothes came off fast. He tasted like wine and danger. He made me bite the pillow so I wouldn’t moan too loud — she was just across the hall. That only made it hotter.
When it was over, I promised myself it was a one-time thing. But it wasn’t. For the rest of winter break, we snuck around like horny teenagers. We’d fuck in the laundry room, the garage, even in his car parked down the street. Every moment was risky, but that only made it more intense. Sometimes I wonder if she ever suspected. Maybe she did — maybe she didn’t want to know.
Now, months later, we still text late at night. He’s been asking me to visit him alone this summer. Part of me knows I should say no — but another part of me wants to feel that same thrill again.
If you’ve ever been in a situation like this, you know how addictive secrets can be. And if you’re reading this, maybe you’ve got your own dirty little confession too. Who knows? Maybe you’ll share it here next.
Why Do Secret Hookups Feel So Good?
Psychologists say forbidden sex often feels hotter because of the adrenaline rush. The fear of getting caught adds a twisted layer of excitement. If you’re curious about why these secret hookups mess with your head, check out this interesting read about the psychology of forbidden love. It explains a lot about what I felt with Tyler.
If you liked my confession, you might enjoy more stories like this under the Amateur Stories & Confessions section on The Porn Collection. Maybe you’ll be brave enough to share your own too.
