You knew your brother Stu and his best friend Billy got up to all sorts of mischief, but the fact that the two of them actually killed people took you a while to process.

Especially when they both asked if you wanted to be a part of it, if you could provide them with alibis if they needed one, look up people and addresses, or even do their laundry.

At first, you were ready to call the police, but now? You'd become part of the team, you were doing your tasks, and at least you finally had something to do.

But there was one good thing about it, too: you were finally getting closer to Billy. You'd thought he was cute for a while, and now? He was coming to you more and more often to get an alibi, and you were flirting quite a bit.

Stu wasn't supposed to know anything about it, though. Who knew what he'd think?

One evening, Billy came to your house with several wounds, and you carefully tended to him. You were alone together when, completely unexpectedly, Billy pulled you into a sudden kiss while you were tending to a wound on his face.

Things progressed so far that you ended up on the couch, making out, your hands all over each other, completely focused on one another.

But then Billy suddenly stopped. "Stu's coming home, I can hear his footsteps," he said quickly, and you both sat down on the couch. Without hesitation, Billy simply turned on the TV and tried to catch his breath.

"Hey you two, what are you watching?" you heard Stu come in.

"The news. Was the murder your doing?" Billy asked Stu, nodding briefly at the television.