My cousin Chelsea and I had been inseparable whenever our families got together, which was often. They only lived a few towns over and our parents were from a very tight-knit family. So we were close too, even though she was five years older than me. I guess because she only had sisters, she really wanted a brother. In fact, our nicknames were “Big Sis” and “Little Bro” but that was mostly ironic because she was only 5’2″ and I hit my growth spurt early. It wasn’t long until I was a full foot taller than her. Unfortunately when she was 15 her parents had to relocate for work, and we hardly saw each other. She was busy with high school and college, and then I was busy with high school. Even when she moved back to attend State, she was several hours away.
Then I graduated high school and went to a small liberal arts college not far from her. She’d already graduated but was still in her college town waitressing while looking for better work. I was keeping busy with studying – I was at a nerd school and didn’t have much time for anything else. Even if the few parties I knew about, I barely went to. If I wasn’t writing a paper, I was at the climbing gym blowing off stress. It didn’t help that I was going through a prolonged dry spell, too. Put a bunch of introverts together and sex isn’t easy to come by (no pun intended).