Money For The Books

Did I ever tell you about the time I went to meet up with a girl I never met to ride with her to visit our dudes in jail and I ended up fucking her brother? No! Tuh

Steve, my boyfriend at the time, found himself locked up on the other side of town. He called me from jail, explaining that he'd met a guy whose girlfriend lived close by and thought it would be a good idea for me to ride with her when she went to visit. At first, the idea seemed a little strange, but then I considered how much it would cut down on my travel expenses at the time, so I decided to go for it. After Steve provided me with the number , I reached out to the girl. We then arranged the details of our meetup, including the time and location.

After I arrived at her house, she offered me a drink, which I accepted. We both became very intoxicated, and she then asked me to stay the night and we would leave early in the morning. "The thought of staying with her felt intoxicating, a perfect suggestion. Then, a sudden, jarring knock tore us from the moment, and just like that, her brother was there, an inconvenient interruption. My attention immediately shifted to her brother, who stood there incredibly handsome. His muscular frame was complemented by a rich, beautiful skin tone, and his radiant smile with its perfect teeth was captivating. 'Hi,' he said, and the simple word hung in the air." "Hi," I managed to reply, every ounce of breath in my body seemingly melting away as our eyes locked. In that instant, I knew, with an undeniable certainty, that it was lust at first sight. He stepped further into the house, but his gaze never left mine. The air between us crackled with a palpable tension, a silent language passing as we continued to stare. "What's your name?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Egypt," I managed, my voice a little breathless. "What's yours?" His sister, seemingly oblivious to the charged atmosphere, offered him a drink, which he accepted.

The night stretched on for a couple more hours, the three of us continuing to drink. Eventually, his sister turned to him and announced that I was staying the night, adding that he should too.

He just looked at her, then back at me, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he asked, "What room should I sleep in?" His sister offered him a specific room, and he accepted without a word, his eyes still holding mine for a beat too long before we all decided to turn in for the night. I went into the room designated for me, took a shower, and then slipped into bed, wearing nothing but my panties and a bra.

Just as I was drifting, the door gently creaked open. "Are you awake?" his voice, low and husky, cut through the quiet.

"Yes," I breathed, my heart thrumming. "Come in."