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My brother once walked in on my ex-boyfriend and myself having sex on the floor. The bed squeaked a lot, and it was right next to my parents' room, so out of consideration, we had sex on the floor but there was no lock on the door. My brother just walked it, yelled "Oh my God!" at the sight of my ex's white ass, and shut the door shouting, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." We flew off of each other, he rolling across my bed and I grabbing my bathrobe. He covered himself while I went out into the hallway, where my brother's loudness had managed to wake my parents up. My parents are cool tho--gotta love having cool parents--and I just explained what happened. It still brings about a good laugh to this day.
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