FILTHY LITTLE SECRETS

Maya pushed open the side gate of the Carter house, the late-August heat sticking her tank top to her back. She’d driven straight from campus after her last final, telling no one she was coming home early.

Lila thought Maya was still unpacking dorm boxes until tomorrow. The surprise was supposed to be simple; sneak in, tackle-hug her best friend from behind, then drag her out for snacks and to talk about freshman year.

The backyard was empty. Lila wasn't floating on an inflatable flamingo, no Bluetooth speaker blasting whatever playlist she’d been obsessed with last month.

There was just a steady slosh of water.

Maya rounded the corner of the patio and froze.

Ethan was in the pool.

He cut through the water in clean, powerful freestyle strokes.

The water rolled off his back when he reached the far wall, flipped, and pushed off again. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, droplets of water catching sunlight on his collarbone, trailing down his defined abs. He was ethereal to look at.

Maya's desire for her best friend’s older brother suddenly rushed through her. He was leaner than she remembered from high school, but broader too, showing that he'd been going to the gym.

Maya’s throat went dry. As she hid behind the tall potted lemon tree near the outdoor shower, heart slamming against her ribs.

She shouldn’t watch. She knew that. But her feet wouldn’t move.

Ethan reached the shallow end, stood up, and shook his head like a dog. He was wearing nothing but navy swim trunks that clung to his thighs and the thick outline of his cock. Even soft it looked heavy, pressing against the wet fabric.

He dragged both hands down his face, then back through his hair, biceps flexing. A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight down into the waistband.

Maya pressed her thighs together. Heat bloomed low in her belly, instantly. She’d seen him naked once, four years ago, the summer before senior year. She’d come over unannounced to return Lila’s charger and heard the unmistakable slap of skin on skin and loud moans from Ethan’s room.

The door cracked, she’d looked.

He’d had some girl bent over the edge of his bed, skirt shoved up, panties around one ankle. Ethan behind her, jeans barely past his hips, fucking her with long, punishing strokes.

The girl’s moans had been muffled in the comforter. Maya had stood there, frozen in the hallway, clit throbbing so hard she almost came just from watching his ass flex with each thrust.

She’d fled before they finished. Never told anyone. Jerked off to the memory at least twice a week ever since.

Now he was right there. Closer than he’d ever been.

Ethan climbed the ladder. Water streamed down his body. The trunks rode low enough that she could see the sharp V of his hips, the happy trail darkening as it disappeared under the waistband. His cock shifted as he moved, half-hard from the cold water or friction or whatever the fuck made dicks do that. The head pressed visibly against the fabric, fat and defined.

Maya’s pussy clenched. A rush of wetness soaked her cotton panties. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.

He grabbed a towel from the lounge chair, rubbed it roughly over his chest and arms, then slung it around his neck. For one terrifying second his eyes scanned the yard. Maya shrank deeper behind the planter, pulse roaring in her ears.

He didn’t see her.

He disappeared inside through the sliding glass door.

Maya waited thirty seconds, legs shaky, then bolted for the house. Up the stairs, straight into Lila’s room.

She closed the door behind her exhaled in relief that she hadn't gotten caught and she collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving.

Her shorts were damp between her thighs. She could smell herself, the hot, musky arousal.

She was so turned on and needed to come.

Maya yanked her tank top over her head, unhooked her bra, shoved her denim shorts and soaked panties down in one motion.

Her skin was flushed and her nipples were already tight little peaks.

She spread her legs wide on Lila’s comforter. Two fingers slid straight through her slick folds, she was drenched, slippery, swollen. Her clit so sensitive that the first graze made her hips jerk.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

She pictured Ethan walking in right now. Still wet from the pool, seeing her like this with her legs open, and her fingers circling her clit in fast little strokes.

In her head he didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room in three strides, dropped to his knees between her thighs, shoved her hand away.

“You are so hot. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years now,” he’d growl, voice in her ear.

Maya moaned out loud. Her fingers plunged inside her two at once, curling hard against her front wall. Her other hand pinched her nipple, twisting until it stung.

“Yes, Ethan … fuck…”

She worked her clit faster, slick sounds filling the room. Her hips rocked up, chasing the pressure. She was already so embarrassingly close as soon as she saw him climb out of that pool.

In the fantasy he yanked his trunks down. His cock springing free, looking heavy, and veined with pre cum at the slit.

He fisted himself once, twice, then notched the fat tip against her entrance.

“Beg,” he’d say.

“Please, Ethan, fuck me! please.” She moaned.

Maya’s fingers fucked deeper, thumb mashing her clit in tight circles.

Her thighs trembled and her breaths were slower as she moved her hands into herself faster. The way Ethan will fuck her.

The way she saw him fucking that girl.

“Ethan, Oh.” She moaned louder and her fingers hit spot that made her vision blur.

The door opened.

“Lila, did you take…” Ethan froze mid step as he took in Maya laying there on his sister bed finger fucking herself.

“Ethan,” she moaned making him chuckled.

Maya’s eyes snapped open immediately.

Their gazes locked.

Her fingers were buried knuckle-deep in her pussy. Her other hand gripped her breast, and her legs were opened widely, the wet spot on the comforter beneath her ass was obvious.

Ethan’s jaw clenched. His pupils blew wide.

Neither of them spoke.

Maya was too far gone to stop touching herself as she started to come.

“Oh.. Oh God! Oh God,” she moaned as she came.

With Ethan watching her, she came so hard her legs trembled.

Her thumb circled her clit riding her orgasm till the end.

She opened her eyes again to see Ethan watching her with a predatory look in his eyes.