Hey Reddit, buckle up for a wild ride. This is a story about two sisters—let’s call them Ashley (the younger one) and Danna (the older one)—who’ve been my friends since I was 10. Back then, it was all innocent giggles and playground hangouts. Fast forward to six months ago, and things took a steamy turn that I’m still reeling from.
It all started at a house party. Ashley invited me, and the drinks were flowing like a river. We were both tipsy, laughing, and dancing when Ashley said her phone was dying and needed a charger. Classic move, right? I offered to go with her to find one, not thinking much of it. But the second we got to a bedroom, the vibe shifted. Her eyes had this mischievous glint, and before I knew it, she pushed me onto the bed, straddled me, and kissed me hard. My hands found her waist, her hips grinding against me, and let’s just say I was very into it. The fact that this was my childhood friend made it insanely hot.
Things were heating up fast—my heart was pounding, and I was rock-hard—when the homeowner burst in. “Not on my grandpa’s bed!” he yelled, killing the mood. We laughed it off, separated, and acted like nothing happened. Later that night, Ashley called me, her voice low and teasing: “Wanna finish what we started?” Drunk and reckless, I hopped on my bike and sped to her place.
When I got there, her mom and Danna were home, so we snuck up to her room like teenagers. In the dark, we didn’t hold back. The sex was mind-blowing—passionate, raw, and fueled by years of familiarity. We woke up tangled in each other’s arms, naked and confused but buzzing with adrenaline. We agreed it was a one-time thing… but that didn’t last. For weeks, we were texting non-stop about that night, sneaking away every weekend to hook up.
Ashley became my ultimate “sex friend,” and the trust we had made it electric.
Fast forward a few months. Ashley and Danna wanted to crash at my place (a small studio apartment) before a music festival. Ashley had a boyfriend by then, so she took the couch, while Danna asked to share my bed. No big deal, right? My bed was right in front of the couch, so it was all super close quarters. We turned off the lights, said goodnight, and I thought that was it.
Then Danna slid closer, whispering, “Can we talk?” My heart skipped a beat. She asked if anything had happened between me and Ashley. I kept it vague, admitting we’d had some “adventures.” Danna just giggled, her eyes locking onto mine in the dark. Before I could process it, she kissed me. I froze—Ashley was right there on the couch—but I couldn’t resist. Danna was always the “sexy” sister I’d never looked at that way… until now.
We kissed quietly, hearts racing, trying not to wake Ashley. Her hand grazed my boxers, and I was already throbbing. The thrill of getting caught made it ten times hotter. I slid her panties off, feeling how soaked she was, and went down on her, her body trembling as she bit her lip to stay silent. It was intense—every second felt like we were seconds from being busted.
Danna whispered, “I don’t care about a condom. Finish inside me.” My brain short-circuited. She climbed on top, moving slowly, deliberately, and the sight of her riding me while Ashley slept nearby pushed me to the edge. It was like a forbidden fantasy come to life. We both came hard, her body shaking as we tried to stay quiet.
She slipped away to clean up, and five minutes later, Ashley stirred, asking why we were still awake. We just mumbled something and played it cool.
That night was pure fire—two sisters, two wildly different connections, and the thrill of secrecy. Nothing’s been the same since. Anyone else ever get caught up in a situation this wild?
I have multiple stories with this two, let me know if you want more 🫡