When I was with my first girlfriend we went to stay at her parents' place for the weekend. It was a huge house built on three floors, but a bit crowded as she had threee younger brothers and one of their employees lived in the house too. The second or third day we were there I woke up a bit late n the morning and realised everyone else had gone out ... except us.
I was on the top floor and crept down to Vicky's room on the landing below. She was still in bed so I lifted the duvet and silently joined her. It was the work of a second to lift her nightdress, ease my hardening dick out of my pyjamas, and slide it in.
"Oohhh, Everard, what a lovely way to be woken up!" she purred, putting her arms round my neck and giving me a long, deep, passionate kiss. We began moving together. But a few minutes later we heard footsteps coming up the stairs - it was her brother Zac!
We were so shocked and surprised, we couldn't move. Anyway there was no time. Then for some reason, he didn't come in; he turned the other way, went somewhere else and soon went out of the house. Not that that did my blood pressure any good - I was on top and couldn't see the open door, so was convinced he'd actually come in! I was only able to relax when Vicky assured me that he hadn't.
We never did find out why he'd come back.
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