My boyfriend had walked away for a second and I was alone with his older brother. His brother previously had been trying to talk to me and tell me he liked me, but I just kept pushing him away with my words. We were walking down a dark alley, that I recognize from my home town then we ended up in a basement that was white and tan. My boyfriend is aware he was doing this, but didn’t try to stop him. When it came to us being alone, he sat down against a wall and pulled me in close. I didn’t stop him. We kissed and it felt right, more right then kissing my boyfriend. When my boyfriend came back to us, he didn’t seem to know I had just kissed his brother and just kept going on doing what he was doing in the basement. I don’t know who’s basement we were in but it was done over like an extra room in a fancy house, which neither of us have in real life. His brother and I stood there awkwardly looking and each other.