My Brother's Girlfriend Got Locked in My Room [What Happened Next Was Wrong]

The storm hit suddenly, plunging the house into darkness mid-sentence. She'd been telling me about her day when the lights cut out, leaving only the glow of her phone illuminating her face. 

"Your brother said to wait here," she murmured, but her voice shook in a way that had nothing to do with fear. The flash of lightning showed her biting her lip, her tank top slipping off one shoulder.

We'd always flirted - harmless jokes when my brother wasn't looking, lingering touches when passing drinks. But tonight, with the wind howling outside and no one else home, the rules didn't apply. "Truth or dare," I whispered, moving closer on the bed. She hesitated just long enough to make my pulse race before choosing dare.

The kiss started soft - testing - until her nails dug into my arms and she gasped "more." Suddenly she was in my lap, her hands fumbling with my belt as thunder covered our moans. She tasted like wine and guilt, her hips grinding in a rhythm that said she'd imagined this before. When the lights flickered back on, we froze - her lipstick smeared across my jaw, my hand under her shirt.

Instead of stopping, she locked the door and climbed back into my lap. "Your turn," she breathed against my neck. What happened next would haunt me - the way she muffled her cries in my shoulder, how she left scratch marks down my back. We barely heard my brother knocking, asking if we were okay.

Now whenever he leaves us alone, she 'trips' into my arms. Yesterday I found a note in my gym bag: "His practice nights are Tuesdays." The worst part? I've started checking his schedule more than she does.