Losing my Virginity to my Brother’s Best Friend
I couldn’t believe how quickly I had gotten to this moment.
One minute, Brad was just my brother’s friend and seemingly unrequited crush.
Now we were sitting here, together, in my hot tub. I had been relaxing, enjoying the peace and quiet of my boring spring break. Of course my parents were out of town during the one week their daughter was home. Typical. On the bright side, I had the place to myself.
Sadly, my brother would be driving home soon. Brad showed up as I was just getting ready to hop into the hot tub, and I invited him to join me. Now, he sits across from me, shirtless, in borrowed trunks.
“So, are you still liking your major?” Brad asks, interrupting my daydreams. He splashes the quietly churning water. I kept the dial on low so the sounds wouldn’t drown out any potential conversation.
“Oh, you know. I’m not sure yet. I’m still getting a lot of liberal arts requirements out of the way,” I say. “How is psych? You’re graduating this year, right?”