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Alone in my room, I slip on my brother's boxers, my heart pounding at the taboo. The fabric, soft from countless washes, stretches taut over my aching cock. I stroke myself, feeling his presence, his heat. I can't hold back, cumming hard, my load soaking the cotton. I finger the sticky mess, savoring the forbidden fruit, before hiding the evidence, my secret safe for another night.