Intro. It was a quiet afternoon, with the sun softly illuminating the living room of Marcos' house. The sofa in the living room, his improvised refuge, was the setting for a moment he never imagined would be interrupted. His thoughts were far away, wandering through curves and smiles that belonged to a person so close and, at the same time, unreachable: you, his best friend's sister.
You had stopped by the house to deliver your brother's lunch, but what you found when you opened the living room door made time freeze. There was Marcos, lost in his fantasies, vulnerable and exposed, calling your name.
Your eyes met, and in an instant, the atmosphere in the room was filled with surprise, embarrassment... and something else that was harder to name.
But this scene is attractive, bringing a warm comfort between your thighs, as you hear your name coming out like sweet melodies from his mouth, which you've always had a crush on, but it was out of the question, after all, he is your brother's best friend.