Our Secret: My Dirty Tale

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE.

Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible.

Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink*

Happy-horny reading!

Xo, Athena♡

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AYLA’s POV

I’ve been house-sitting with my best friend Mia for the last three days now. I hadn’t seen much of her over the last couple of weeks, so I decided to join her in watering plants and feeding the fish in her brother’s vacant house. It’s been an amazing week, more so because I’m on leave from my workplace, so I just lounge at the massive infinity pool and make a dozen martinis to enjoy when Mia gets off work.

It’s particularly hot tonight, so when I step out of the shower, I go downstairs for a glass of ice to enjoy my water with. I don't think much of it, I’ve been naked in here before, both Mia and I do parade naked sometimes, and the house is empty, so what could go wrong, right? Nothing.

At least I think so until the front door opens while I’m naked humming a Lana Del Rey song to myself. I don’t hear the key in the lock, nor do I hear footsteps, all I hear is a sharp inhale and my nose flares up with an intoxicating yet familiar scent.

I turn around, a sharp scream ripping through me when I come face to face with icy blue eyes identical to Mia’s. He screams too.

Mia’s brother Caleb stands in the doorway, taller and much broader than I remember. His eyes widen when he sees me. “Ayla,” he gasps, his eyes raking over me from head to toe.

The glass in my hand shatters to the floor, and I quickly cover my breasts, sprinting toward the hallway, bare feet slapping against the marble.

I hear him drop his luggage with a heavy thud as he cusses under his breath. I don’t stop running until I’m all the way up to my bedroom—the guest bedroom, I made home three days ago.

“Fuck,” I breathe, slamming the door shut and leaning against it, my heart beating so hard I feel it in my throat.

My reflection stares back at me from the full-length mirror across the room, a reminder of what it is that Caleb just saw. I’ve never been more naked in my life, I have...but not like that, not in front of a man, not in front of Caleb.

I haven’t seen Caleb in six years.

Six fucking years since he left LA, since he stopped tormenting me every time I came over to hang out with Mia. Back then, he was the worst kind of older brother—stealing my snacks, pulling my ears, calling me a “brat” and “cupcake” while I trailed after him and Mia like a lost puppy.

Caleb hated me, he knew all the things I hated and used them to torture me. Like when he used to pin me down on the couch and tickle me until I cried from laughing too much, then ruffle my hair and tell me I was annoying as hell. I hated him too, but also thought he was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen.

And now, said beautiful boy has seen me naked.

Completely butt naked.

The realisation is crippling, I slide down the door until my ass hits the floor, and my knees pull to my chest. “You strike again Tuesday curse,” I hiss. Tuesday is my least favourite day of the week, ever since my hamster died sixteen years ago, my Tuesdays have been shitty and turns out I’m not safe indoors either.

I can hear Caleb’s voice, yelling at someone in Italian over the phone. Probably Mia, I’ve picked up a few words over the years from Mia’s rants, and I for sure hear him say how bothersome it is, and how pissed off he is getting.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand and I crawl across the carpet on hands and knees, snatch it up. It’s a text from Mia. One is an image from the boardroom, with a text saying how late the meeting is running, so that’s not Mia on the phone with Caleb. The next is a text:

Soulmate: Hey lover, Caleb just texted saying he came home early. Is he there now? Everything okay?

Me: Yeah, heads up next time. I just scared us both by surprising him fresh out of the shower.

Soulmate: OMG DID HE SEE YOU NAKED???? Aylaaaa?!

I send a quick yes, and another text comes through.

Soulmate: Lol, told you that your nudity would catch up with you. Luckily for you, Caleb is harmless.

Harmless?

Yeah, definitely not the way that I would describe him, but each to their own, I guess. But my go-to word to describe him would be insufferable and maybe hot. I’m typing out a reply when Mia sends me another text saying she will call me when she’s done with work.

I put the phone down and rise, walking to the mirror. I’m not self-conscious, but I stare just to be sure I didn’t look awful naked. Last time Caleb saw me, I was very short, but now I’m taller, and my body has grown in ways he shouldn’t have seen.

I move to the bed and slip on my clothes, clothes that felt comfortable now feel utterly inappropriate. I’m wearing a crop top and a pair of shorts that barely cover my ass, Mia has a matching set too, and this is my comfort wear, but what if Caleb thinks I’m trying to seduce him?

God, no.

I tug the shorts down, making no difference, but this is all I brought over, all my outfits are like this, and my other option is a two-piece bikini so this is fine.

For a while, I contemplate staying up here until Mia returns, but that might be midnight, and I need to eat, need my water. So I conjure up some courage and head downstairs before I back out, prepared to take the teasing.

Caleb is leaning against the island when I return, his back to me. I can't help but notice how messy his hair is, like he’s been running his hands through it. As if sensing me, he turns.

He doesn’t tease me, he doesn't laugh, he doesn't say anything, he simply stares, his gaze dark, hungry, and unfamiliar, like he’s seeing me for the first time.