Waking up the following morning, I couldn't help but smile, although that didn't last long when I felt the dry, crusty sex that was my PJ shorts now glued to me.

Checking the time, almost 10 am, confident Mum and Dad were at work already, I climbed out of bed, stripped off my shorts and singlet, then headed to the bathroom to pee. I have to be honest, mine and my brother's sex was quite evident down below and no longer smelled as hot as it did last night! Don't get me wrong, I was turned on by it knowing whose it was, but I definitely needed clean.

After finishing up my morning essential activities, I decided to throw some laundry on. Scooping up a load of my dirties (I also wanted my PJs clean), I headed down and threw the load on before enjoying some naked alone time while grabbing a drink in the kitchen. It's funny how even after the events of yesterday, being naked as I walked around still felt exciting.

While standing there thinking about last night, I have to be honest, I felt confused and conflicted. I was confused at how I could be so turned on thinking about fucking my brother. It hit me that this wasn't just one of my fantasies; I was turned on thinking back on actually doing it. It had escalated so quickly from never thinking about it before to not only fucking him, but going back to do it again and wanting to.

As I headed into the lounge room to inspect the damage we had probably left behind last night, walking in, it was like a punch in the face. It smelled like sex. Even worse, the cream lounges had clear evidence of juice. Where I'd masturbated had a dry stain. Where I fucked Craig had a dry, crusty stain, and where we fucked on the floor had the biggest stain in the carpet.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't instantly wet from the smell of our sex, along with the clear evidence of our activities. The visuals of fucking my brother there last night came flooding through me, and I was instantly craving that sex again! In a moment of clarity, though, I couldn't help but wonder why! I'd never craved anyone before like I was craving sex with my own brother! That insatiable feeling, I was quickly realising, was the lust of doing something so taboo and naughty you can never speak of it.

After inspecting the lounge room and knowing I needed to sort out our mess, I decided on a shower first before tackling the issue. I know the thought of sex on a pussy is hot, but it's not very comfortable once dry, to be honest!

After showering, I headed back downstairs, sat on the lounge, jumped on my phone (clearly not a good cleaner), and started scrolling through socials. Chilling naked on the lounge still smelling our sex, it didn't take long to start feeling my horniness grow. It's quite amazing what freedom and alone time were turning me into! I think most people push these thoughts to the side, but I'd fantasised about this side of me for so long; I guess I was diving in full steam ahead!

Trying to snap out of my horniness, I decided to head out to the backyard and enjoy some outdoor naked time. If I'm honest, though, I knew I was intending to masturbate outside. I knew I wanted to take advantage of my state to its maximum. I was horny and loving embracing it.

Opening the back door and heading out, the feeling of the sun and breeze hitting my naked body instantly made my nipples insanely hard and had my pussy tingling. Even though I knew I was alone, it still felt so naughty outside, basically in public, purposely naked in a sexual way.

Walking over to the pool, I lay on the sun lounge and, before long, found myself scrolling through Tinder. To be honest, I was pretty tired and feeling lazy, so I wasn't expecting to hook up, but it's kinda fun seeing who you've matched with and who's on there. I secretly always imagined coming across someone I knew. My profile pic was me in a bikini with no face showing, so I wasn't worried about being recognised or anything, but I was always curious who I'd see on there, although I had never seen anyone I knew yet. Nonetheless, it felt exciting imagining someone I knew seeing me on there, looking for sex.

Anyway, lying there naked looking at endless amounts of guys wanting to fuck me (literally every swipe right was a match), I have to be honest, it was getting me a little excited! I'd been more than curious about trying a random hookup for the longest time, plus there was nothing to stop me. It's 11 am, I'm alone, naked, growing increasingly horny, and no one is due home for at least five hours.

As the thought of letting a random guy fuck me grew, so did my focus on matches. Six who I'd literally swiped right on in the last five minutes had already messaged, all the same kinda, "hey, what you up to?" messages.

Taking a closer look, I decided to reply to one with a simple, "Hey." I still had no expectations, but it felt a little exciting all the same.

He was 24 and fit as a fiddle, from what I could tell from his picture, and he had nice olive-tanned skin in his beach photo.

As quickly as I'd sent the message, he responded, "Hey, to you too, what you looking for?"

Trying to sound casual as my heart rate began to climb a little, thinking I could actually go through with this, I sent, "Nothing serious, you?"

He replied, "Same, my number is 0xxx xxx xxx if you're keen to meet for nothing serious." Clearly, he is far more experienced and confident than me when shooting for a random hookup.

Lying there, I'd unintentionally let my fingers glide down to my increasingly wet pussy while I thought about letting a guy who I'd never met, whose name I didn't even know, fuck me. Feeling my finger slide effortlessly through my lips and up to my clit, I realised quickly how wet I was thinking about going through with it. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea to do this kind of thing, but for whatever reason, I'd always fantasized about it, and it had led to some amazing orgasms while imagining doing it.

Copying his number, I put it into a message and, without much more thought, said to myself, "Fuck it, I've always wanted to try it, so why not now?" Having no idea what to send, I just sent, "Hey."

As quick as that, he replied, "Hey, your place or mine?"

Reading his message, letting my legs spread as my finger gently slid over my clit, feeling the gentle breeze on my naked body, reminding me I was naked outside, I was really starting to get overly excited by the thought of just sending my address. The thought of sending it to force myself to do it had my heart racing. I typed into the message, "Mine? My addy is xx xxxxxxx xx..." and hovered over the send button.

As I was contemplating hitting send, he messaged, "You still there?"

Heart racing, I hit send.

Almost instantly, he replied, "Nice, we're close. I'll be there in 10."

My heart began to race, realising this was happening. I jumped up and ran inside, ransacked my cupboard to find a dress, just a tight blue mini dress. Nothing special but pretty revealing at the same time, especially braless and pantyless!

Looking at myself in the mirror, I adjusted the dress by pulling it up a little in the tummy area so it was barely covering my pussy, spun a little to see my ass cheeks were almost out, admired how visible my hard nipples were and said to myself, "Fuck it, I want to look like this if I'm going to do this."

Heading back downstairs, I grabbed a drink and wondered if it was too late to pull out. But it was. The doorbell rang, and I was out of time. I was about to open the door for a guy that I'd never met, didn't know his name and was here for no other reason but to fuck me. Not going to lie, that thought made me feel dirty, but also crazy excited at the same time.

Standing at the door before opening it had me all sorts of nervous and excited. I don't think words can describe the excited nerves that were rushing through me! Nonetheless, I took a breath to try to calm myself and opened the door. As I did, I was happily surprised to see a man who looked exactly like his picture.

Thankfully, he was super chill, 'cause I was anything but in that moment. He was just standing there confidently, clearly not his first random hookup, which made it a lot less awkward. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind him and said, "Wow, nice to meet you," with a cheeky smile while stepping a little closer to me.

Not knowing what to do, I really just smiled and responded, "You too," as I also stepped forward a little.

Without another word, he grabbed me, pulled me into him and started kissing me. Literally within seconds, we were tongue-pashing while he started grabbing my ass. To be honest, I was nervous about what to say, so I loved that he went straight into it to avoid having to talk.

As we kissed, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and off him. I really didn't know what to do, but that felt right. Lifting off his shirt, he really was as fit as his pics! Running my hands down his chest and abs as we started kissing again, I felt both his hands run under my bum, then back up, pulling my dress up to reveal my nakedness.

Standing there kissing this guy, feeling his body as I stood there with my dress hiked up to show I was commando, felt super hot. I felt like I was finally showing the side of me to a stranger that I'd hidden for years. Finally letting go and living out my fantasies.

Feeling a little more confident, I pulled away and lifted my dress up and over my head to reveal myself fully. Dropping my dress, I went back in for another intense tongue pash while starting to grab at his hard cock through his shorts. He also immediately responded by reaching down and starting by first rubbing my clit before easily sliding one finger, then two, into me with ease.

It felt amazing letting this guy finger me. Just letting a total stranger go to town on my pussy with his fingers. I couldn't help but start thrusting my hips as his fingers thrashed inside me.

Before long, I pulled away and led him to my room. Once there, I pushed him onto my bed and watched as he swiftly pulled his shorts off to reveal what I assumed was his waxed, hard cock. Assuming waxed, given the rest of his body seemed perfectly hairless.

Without hesitating, I climbed on him and immediately started grinding my pussy on his cock. I was a little surprised at myself for being so eager and confident, but I really didn't care. I was turned on, and his cock was letting me know he was too.

As he lay back, I leaned forward, reached down between my legs and grabbed his cock. It felt fat in my hand. Hard to describe, but it felt like a full handful, if that makes sense?

While I leaned forward holding his cock, I lined it up and slowly lowered myself as he slid into me. It took a few small thrusts to get my juices wetting his cock, but he eventually slid all the way in. His cock was fat, not long or anything, a decent length, but it was wide. It felt like it stretched me as I lowered myself all the way to be resting on his lap, cock fully inside me!

Looking down at this stranger under me with his cock inside me, I realised I was still nervous. I think he also noticed! After a few minutes of me slowly sliding up and down on his cock, he flipped me over into missionary and started fucking me, like properly fucking me. He started smashing into me like my brother was last night, which helped me relax and start enjoying the moment. Lying there with my legs spread, letting a guy I'd met just minutes earlier fuck me like this was amazing. I was starting to enjoy living out this fantasy. This, so far, was exactly what I'd imagined doing so many times before. Groaning loudly, I was starting to encourage him by grunting, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me!"

I'll never forget this moment because I was surprised that I liked it so much, but as he was smashing his cock into me as hard as he could, he slid his hand around behind my head, pulled me up closer to his face, and growled, "You like that, don't you, slut?"

I could feel his breath in my mouth as he said it and instantly felt my nerves release as I moaned, "Yes." It had never happened to me before, but being called a slut like that, not in a derogatory way but in a hot sexual way, felt really hot. I also realised that he thought I'd done this kind of thing before.

Just as I was truly starting to let go, though, and let go of all my nerves, my heart stopped as I felt the unmistakable presence of someone filling my doorway. In my haze, my first thought was that either Mum or Dad had come home early for some reason, which filled me with instant anxiety. The guy fucking me obviously noticed something was up as well, because he slowed and looked over his shoulder at my door at the same time I did.

Standing there, though and somewhat thankfully, was Craig with a cheeky grin on his face.

I felt relief and embarrassment rush over me. Although I'd loved the idea of being caught, the reality of actually being caught is very different! The emotions run wild and fast when it actually happens.

The guy stopped mid-thrust and let out a worried-sounding, "Oh shit, sorry man." Funny, he didn't pull out, though. I also didn't move. I just lay there still breathing heavily, legs spread and looking at my brother with a random guy's cock half buried inside me.

As my heart returned to normal after the initial shock, I had to admit that I quickly switched to loving the feeling of being caught and being watched. I instantly knew what I wanted. That feeling I'd had last night, pushing through my fear to masturbate while my brother watched, came flooding through me again. His smile suggested he liked what he was seeing, and I knew I was loving him watching.

I reached up and pulled my random hookup's face towards me, pushing my hips up to force his cock all the way into me again while saying, "It's okay, it's just my boyfriend; he's cool."

Looking back at me, he whispered, "I'm not bi."

I just smiled and said, "Neither is he."

Getting the idea, he slowly began fucking me again, albeit slowly, like when I was on top when we started. Feeling he was now the nervous one, I thrust my hips and said, "Make him watch you fuck me like a slut."

He quickly got the idea of what I wanted and started fucking me harder. Lying there looking over at Craig as he fucked me instantly brought me close to orgasm. Being fucked like that as I looked at my brother while he was also watching me felt amazing.

As I felt my pussy begin to pulse, he murmured, "I'm going to cum."

Thrusting in time with him now, I grabbed him with both hands around the back of his neck and pulled myself up towards him, groaning, "Fuck me harder."

I can't explain how hot it felt. Being in that situation, caught by my brother fucking a random guy and letting him watch as I was being fucked, made this experience a thousand times more intense. Especially when I looked over and saw Craig start undressing.

The whole thing was tipping me over the edge. My once secret, slutty world of thoughts was all of a sudden not just public knowledge, but also a reality. No hiding it anymore, especially from my brother, and if I'm honest, I loved it. I all of a sudden felt free, like I wasn't hiding anymore. Add to that, my brother and I being in a sexual situation in front of someone had me ready to explode.

Looking over at my brother, who was now totally naked and stroking his already hard cock, I felt the guy's thrust get less rhythmic as he pushed into me as hard as he could, jerking and flinching while he moaned. You would think it would feel awkward in that situation. Being watched while someone is cumming inside you, but I can tell you it's anything but. Funny, thinking back as well, how my focus had totally shifted to my brother. This guy was inside me and cumming inside me, but I almost didn't notice as I was so focused on Craig.

As he slowed and we gathered ourselves, the guy slid out of me and, as quick as that, got up, put his shorts on and left, saying to Craig, "She's all yours, mate," then just left. Not going to lie, that moment made me feel super slutty. A guy finishing in me, then telling another, "She's all yours," felt so naughty, but I really liked it.

I kind of think being watched wasn't his thing, though, given he was...