The gym always felt like my sanctuary—a place where I could sweat out the stress and focus on feeling strong and confident. I glanced at myself in the mirror before heading out, adjusting the strap of my teal sports bra, which accentuated my curves and showed off just the right amount of cleavage. My black high-waisted leggings hugged my hourglass figure perfectly, and my long, wavy chestnut hair was pulled into a high ponytail that bounced whenever I moved. I slipped on my sneakers and smirked to myself. Maybe I could finally get Nick, my younger brother, to come along.
Nick and I weren’t exactly close. We spent more time arguing than talking. He was always cooped up in his room playing video games, and I was always out doing something active. But deep down, I missed having a real connection with him. I decided it was time for a change.
Knocking on his door, I didn’t wait for an answer before opening it. Predictably, he was hunched over his desk, headset on, engrossed in whatever game he was playing.
“Nick,” I said, hands on my hips. He didn’t hear me. I walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped slightly and yanked off his headset.
“What do you want?” he asked, his tone already annoyed.
I ignored the attitude. “You’re coming to the gym with me.”
He snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. You need to get out of this room, move your body, and maybe, just maybe, we can spend some actual time together without bickering.”
Nick rolled his eyes. “Why would I go to the gym? I’m fine.”
“Nick,” I said, leaning in a bit. “You’re not fine. And neither are we. I’m tired of this whole sibling cold war thing. Plus, if you’re worried about embarrassing yourself, don’t. You’ll be with me, and I know what I’m doing.”
He glanced at my outfit—maybe for a little too long—and sighed. “Fine, one time. But don’t expect me to turn into some gym rat.”
“Deal,” I said with a grin, grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet.
The gym always felt like my sanctuary—a place where I could sweat out the stress and focus on feeling strong and confident. I glanced at myself in the mirror before heading out, adjusting the strap of my teal sports bra, which accentuated my curves and showed off just the right amount of cleavage. My black high-waisted leggings hugged my hourglass figure perfectly, and my long, wavy chestnut hair was pulled into a high ponytail that bounced whenever I moved. I slipped on my sneakers and smirked to myself. Maybe I could finally get Nick, my younger brother, to come along.
Nick and I weren’t exactly close. We spent more time arguing than talking. He was always cooped up in his room playing video games, and I was always out doing something active. But deep down, I missed having a real connection with him. I decided it was time for a change.
Knocking on his door, I didn’t wait for an answer before opening it. Predictably, he was hunched over his desk, headset on, engrossed in whatever game he was playing.
“Nick,” I said, hands on my hips. He didn’t hear me. I walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped slightly and yanked off his headset.
“What do you want?” he asked, his tone already annoyed.
I ignored the attitude. “You’re coming to the gym with me.”
He snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. You need to get out of this room, move your body, and maybe, just maybe, we can spend some actual time together without bickering.”
Nick rolled his eyes. “Why would I go to the gym? I’m fine.”
“Nick,” I said, leaning in a bit. “You’re not fine. And neither are we. I’m tired of this whole sibling cold war thing. Plus, if you’re worried about embarrassing yourself, don’t. You’ll be with me, and I know what I’m doing.”
He glanced at my outfit—maybe for a little too long—and sighed. “Fine, one time. But don’t expect me to turn into some gym rat.”
“Deal,” I said with a grin, grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet.
At the gym, the tension between us was palpable, but I was determined to make it work. I started him off on the treadmill next to mine, keeping the speed low while I ramped up mine to a steady jog. The rhythmic pounding of my feet filled the air, and I couldn’t help but notice Nick glancing over. At first, I thought he was checking my pace, but then I caught the way his eyes darted to my chest.
The movement of the treadmill caused my cleavage to bounce up and down, and I could see his face turning red. He quickly looked away, pretending to focus on his machine, but it was obvious he was embarrassed.
“Eyes up here, Nick,” I said with a teasing smirk, not missing a beat.
“What? I wasn’t—” He stammered, his voice a pitch higher than usual.
I laughed. “Relax. It’s just physics.”
He groaned. “This is already the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
“Come on, it’s not that bad,” I said, slowing down to a walk and looking over at him. “You’re actually doing fine. And hey, at least you’re out of the house.”
Nick grumbled but didn’t argue. That was progress.
By the end of the workout, we were both sweaty and tired, but I could see a tiny glimmer of pride in his expression.
“Not bad for your first time,” I said, handing him a bottle of water. “You’re a natural.”
“Yeah, right,” he said, rolling his eyes but taking the water anyway.
As we walked out, I nudged him with my elbow. “See? Spending time with your big sister isn’t so terrible.”
He smirked. “Don’t push it.”
“Please Nick learn to take a compliment,” I added, shaking my head with a playful smile. “I mean it, though. You did better than I expected.”
Nick rolled his eyes again, but I noticed the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Whatever. I still don’t get why you’re so obsessed with this place.”
I gestured around the gym as we walked toward the exit. “It’s not just about working out. It’s about clearing my head, pushing myself, and feeling good in my own skin. Trust me, it grows on you.”
Later that night I had a shower I tried off and left my underwear off and just got into my silk blue nightie so I could relax more I always did that at night and was about to go to bed. I heard Nick moving around in his room getting annoyed with some game he was playing. I knocked on his door and entered.
He was sitting on his bed playing on his Xbox in his boxers and a t shire with a big crate of beer near him.
“Hey, fancy some company,” I said softly, leaning against the doorframe. My blue silk nightie shimmered under the soft glow of his gaming setup, the thin straps barely resting on my shoulders. Nick glanced up, momentarily startled, then quickly turned his attention back to the screen.
“Uh, what are you doing here?” he asked, his tone guarded.
I shrugged, stepping further into the room. “Just checking in on you. You seemed kind of grumpy earlier, so I figured maybe we could hang out for a bit.”
He groaned as his game character took a hit. “I’m fine. Just getting wrecked by some noobs.”
I chuckled, sitting down at the edge of his bed, careful not to get in his way. “You call them noobs, but they’re obviously better than you.”
Nick shot me a look, but there was no real heat in it. “Wow, thanks for the support.”
“Anytime,” I teased, nudging his leg lightly with my knee. “But seriously, you okay? You seemed… off earlier at the gym.”
He sighed, pausing his game. “I don’t know. It was just weird, I guess. Going there with you. I’m not used to… doing stuff like that.”
I tilted my head, giving him a sympathetic smile. “I get it. It’s different. But hey, you did good. And I meant what I said earlier—you surprised me.”
Nick smirked slightly. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I’m not becoming your gym buddy or anything.”
“Noted,” I said with a grin. “But, maybe we could find other things to do together? You know, when you’re not too busy yelling at your Xbox.”
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe.”
I glanced at the crate of beer and raised an eyebrow. “Planning a party I wasn’t invited to?”
He followed my gaze and shook his head. “Nah, just picked it up earlier. Figured it’d last me a while.”
“Want me to drink with you,” I asked with a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow as I reached for one of the bottles. “Or are you planning to hog it all to yourself?”
Nick hesitated for a second, then shrugged. “Sure, why not? But don’t start lecturing me about drinking too much or whatever.”
I laughed softly. “Relax, I’m off duty tonight. No lectures, I promise.”
I cracked open the beer, taking a small sip as I leaned back against the headboard. The cold drink was refreshing, and it felt strangely nice to just sit and hang out with him like this. Nick was still fidgeting with his controller, but I could tell his guard was starting to drop.
I sat watching him play as I relaxed and drank my beer.
1 hour later.
We had drunk half a crate and we were laughing and joking and talking sat on the bed.
The tension that had always lingered between us seemed to melt away as the beers kept coming, and laughter filled the room. Nick was surprisingly funny when he wasn’t being his usual grumpy self, and I found myself genuinely enjoying his company for the first time in forever.
“You remember that time you tried to teach me to ride a bike?” Nick asked, mid-laugh, his face flushed from the alcohol. “You let go of the seat, and I went straight into Mrs. Carter’s bushes.”
I burst out laughing, nearly spilling my beer. “Oh my God, yes! You screamed so loud, she came running out with her garden hose, thinking you were dying.”
Nick doubled over, clutching his stomach. “I swear, I still get nightmares about that woman chasing me with a rake.”
We both collapsed into laughter, the kind that left you breathless and teary-eyed. It felt so good to reconnect, to remember that beneath all the bickering and misunderstandings, we were still siblings who had shared years of memories.
As the conversation turned quieter, Nick leaned back against the headboard, his expression softening. “You know, I never thought hanging out with you could actually be… fun.”
I smiled, nudging his shoulder with mine. “Told you I’m not so bad once you get to know me, even though you have been getting me drunk, bad influence. Also, I saw the way you was looking at me today, especially on the treadmill.”
Nick’s face turned a bright shade of red, and he almost choked on his beer. “W-what are you talking about?” he stammered, suddenly sitting up straighter, his eyes darting everywhere but at me.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, waving a hand dismissively. “Relax, Nick, I’m just messing with you.” I leaned back against the headboard, taking another sip of my beer. “It’s natural, you know. Happens all the time at the gym. People get distracted. No big deal.”
He groaned, covering his face with one hand. “You’re seriously the worst. Why would you even bring that up?”
“Because your face right now is priceless,” I teased, nudging him playfully. “And besides, it’s proof that you were actually paying attention to something other than your misery on that treadmill.”
Nick dropped his hand and gave me a look, but I could see the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well, don’t get too full of yourself. I was just… zoning out.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Whatever you say, little brother. I didn’t mind it was flattering, at least you showed me attention. Mike hasn’t shown me any for ages, he’s not texted me all day. Even when I am with him, I don’t get compliments or… anyway I am rambling on.”
Nick’s teasing smirk faded slightly as he set his beer bottle down on the nightstand. “Wait, hold on—what’s going on with Mike? You’ve been with him forever, haven’t you?”
I sighed, leaning back against the headboard, suddenly feeling the weight of my own words. The alcohol had clearly loosened my filter, and now I’d opened a door I hadn’t intended to. “Yeah, almost three years now,” I said softly. “But lately, it’s just… different. Like, I don’t even think he notices me anymore. Not like he used to.”
Nick frowned, shifting his focus fully onto me, which was rare. “Seriously? How’s that even possible? You’re, like, impossible to ignore.”
I blushed, taken aback by his unexpected sincerity. “Thanks, Nick,” I said softly, looking down at the bottle in my hands. “But I guess it’s different when you’ve been with someone for so long. Maybe he’s just… going off of me.”
Nick shook his head, his brow furrowed with disbelief. “Going off you? Are you kidding? That’s not even possible. If he’s acting like that, then he’s the problem, not you.”
I smiled faintly, swirling the beer in my bottle. “I don’t know… it’s just this feeling. Like I’m the background noise in his life now. I mean, he used to notice the little things, like when I’d do my hair differently or dress up. Now? Nothing. It’s like I’m not even there.”
Nick’s jaw tightened. “Then he’s a fool. I’m serious. You’re amazing, and if he can’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you.”
The unexpected intensity in his voice made me pause. I looked over at him, and for once, he wasn’t wearing that teasing smirk. He was dead serious, his gaze steady and unwavering.
“Thanks, Nick,” I said softly, my throat tightening a little. “That… means more than you know.”
He shrugged, his expression softening slightly. “It’s just the truth. You’re my sister, and even if we argue or whatever, I don’t like seeing you down like this. You deserve someone who actually pays attention and makes you feel special, not… whatever Mike’s doing.”
I let out a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “Wow, who knew my little brother could be so wise? You’re full of surprises tonight.”
“I just hate the way he’s treating you, if I had a girl I treat her as a real woman, how a woman should be treated.” Nick paused, realizing how serious his tone had become. He glanced away, his cheeks tinged red, but his words hung in the air with a sincerity that was impossible to ignore.
“I am surprised you don’t have a girlfriend yet, they would be happy to be with you,” I said as Nick gave me a sheepish shrug, fiddling with the label on his beer bottle. “Yeah, well… maybe I just haven’t found the right one yet,” he said, avoiding my gaze. “Or maybe I’m just bad at all that relationship stuff.”
I tilted my head, studying him. “Bad at it? Please. You’re one of the most thoughtful guys I know. You’ve got this hidden soft side, and if tonight’s anything to go by, you’ve got a way of saying exactly the right thing when it matters. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”
Nick chuckled, though I could see the hint of a blush creeping into his cheeks. “Yeah, you say that, but most people don’t stick around long enough to see the ‘hidden soft side.’ They just think I’m some loud, annoying gamer.”
“That’s because you hide it so well,” I teased, nudging his shoulder. “But seriously, Nick, you’ve got a lot going for you. And when the right person comes along, they’ll see it. I know they will.”
He looked at me, his expression softening into something almost vulnerable. “You really think so?”
“Absolutely,” I said firmly. “You’re a good guy, Nick. And I don’t say that lightly.”
He smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Thanks. That means a lot… especially coming from you.”
“Never seen you with a girl are…” I stopped myself from asking if he was a virgin I didn’t want to embarrass him.
Nick raised an eyebrow at my sudden pause, clearly noticing my hesitation. “Are… what?” he asked, leaning forward slightly, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
I shook my head quickly, waving a hand as if to dismiss the thought. “Nothing, don’t worry about it,” I said, taking a sip of my beer to avoid meeting his gaze.
He smirked, clearly not ready to let it go. “No way. You can’t start a sentence like that and just stop. Spit it out.”
“Are you a… a virgin,” I said grabbing another beer.
Nick’s face instantly turned scarlet, and his eyes widened in disbelief. “W-what?!” he stammered, nearly dropping his beer. “Why would you even ask me that?”
I covered my face with my hands, realizing how bold—and incredibly awkward—my question was. The alcohol had clearly loosened my tongue too much. “I don’t know! Forget I said anything,” I mumbled through my fingers, completely mortified.
He let out a nervous laugh, shifting uncomfortably. “Wow, okay, didn’t see that coming. Is this what happens when you drink too much?”
I peeked at him through my fingers, trying to gauge if he was genuinely upset or just caught off guard. “Sorry, Nick. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just… I don’t know, I’ve never seen you with anyone, so I got curious. But you don’t have to answer that! Like, ever.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his blush still evident. “Okay, look… Yes, I am, go on laugh now,” he admitted quietly, glancing away. “Not that it’s anyone’s business, but since you asked.”
I blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his honesty. The room fell quiet, save for the faint hum of his gaming console in the background. “Nick,” I said softly, lowering my hands from my face. “Why would I laugh at that?”
He looked at me, still a little defensive, like he was bracing for a punchline. “I don’t know. Because it’s, I don’t know… embarrassing?”
I shook my head, offering him a reassuring smile. “Nothing is embarrassing about that. In fact, I think it’s kind of… admirable. You’re waiting for someone who matters. That’s more than most people can say.”
He exhaled, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. “Yeah, well… it’s not like I’ve had a lot of chances anyway. I’m not exactly a social butterfly, you know?”
I smirked, nudging him with my knee. “Maybe not, but you’ve got plenty going for you. You just need to put yourself out there a little more. You can’t expect someone amazing to just show up in your room while you’re playing Xbox.”
He laughed at that, shaking his head. “Fair point. But I don’t know… the whole dating thing just feels… complicated. I’m not great with people, and I hate small talk. It’s easier to just… not try, I guess.”
I frowned, leaning forward a bit. “But what if you miss out on someone great because you’re too busy hiding in here? You’ve got so much to offer, Nick. You just need to let people see it.”
He glanced at me, his expression softening. “You really think so?”
“Of course, I do,” I said firmly. “You’re smart, funny, and surprisingly thoughtful when you’re not being a pain in my butt. If someone can’t see that, they’re not worth your time.”
I raised my bottle in a small toast. “To my little brother, the secret catch of the century.”
He rolled his eyes but clinked his bottle against mine. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks, sis.”
Some more time passed had we were drunk, I was giddy. His head was on my thigh and I ran my hand through his hair reassuring him as we talked.
He kept trying to get his head comfy I quickly said flushed, “Erm be careful where you turn your head. I… hope you’re ok Nick.”
Nick chuckled softly, his laughter muffled as his cheek brushed against my thigh, the playful tension between us thick in the air. “Sorry,” he mumbled, though his voice carried a teasing edge. “Didn’t realize my sister had such a bony lap.”
I smirked, reaching down to gently nudge his shoulder with my hand. “Bony? Oh, that’s rich coming from the guy who still struggles to lift the lightest dumbbell in the gym.”
He laughed again, though it quickly melted into a relaxed sigh. “I’m fine, though. Better than I’ve felt in a long time, actually. This… hanging out thing? Not as bad as I thought. Anyway, why shouldn’t I turn my head.”
I felt my cheeks flush as his question hung in the air, his teasing tone making it impossible to dodge. “Because, um…” I stammered, suddenly very aware of the closeness between us. “I just… didn’t want you to accidentally, you know… see something you shouldn’t.”
Nick raised an eyebrow, the teasing glint in his eyes growing even brighter. “See something I shouldn’t? What, like your incredibly bony knees?”
I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my composure despite my growing embarrassment. “No, Nick. And for the record, my knees are perfectly fine, thank you very much.”
He smirked, propping himself up slightly so he could look at me properly. “Alright, then. What are you so worried I’ll see, huh?”
The heat in my cheeks deepened as I realized there was no easy way to explain without sounding ridiculous. “Never mind. Forget I said anything,” I muttered, taking a long sip of my beer to avoid his gaze.
But Nick wasn’t letting it go that easily. “Oh no, you’re not getting off the hook that quick. You’ve been acting weird all night.”
“I had a shower and I am just wearing my nightie, just my nightie,” I said embarrassed.
Nick’s teasing smirk faltered for a second, replaced by a flicker of surprise. “Wait, just your nightie?” he repeated, his tone less teasing now and more curious, though his cheeks started to flush.
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Yes, Nick. Just my nightie. That’s why I told you to be careful where you’re turning your head. Can we please drop this now?”
He turned his head facing the hem of my nightie and saw right up it and my face went red in embarrassment.
Nick’s head snapped back toward me, eyes wide as he stammered, “Okay, okay, I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t—” His voice trailed off as his face turned an even deeper shade of red.
I groaned, feeling my own cheeks heat up. “This is exactly why I said to be careful!” I exclaimed, burying my face in my hands.
“Oh, Shi… erm… Sorry! Geez, I didn’t realize—” He paused, then muttered, “I’m just gonna stay right here, perfectly still. I might need a cold shower now.”
“Behave,” I said with a sharp but playful laugh, swatting his shoulder lightly. The room was filled with an awkward tension that hung like a thick fog, but I couldn’t help but giggle at how flustered Nick had gotten.
“Didn’t know you shaved, it looked nice, I mean. I’ve never seen one in real life please don’t hate me, you can’t blame me I am a guy.” He began to say, but his voice trailed off as he realized the words had left his mouth.
I froze for a moment, the words hanging in the air between us, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Nick’s face was already a deep shade of red, his eyes darting anywhere but at me. He looked mortified, like he wanted to sink into the bed and disappear entirely.
“I—I didn’t mean it like that,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It just… came out wrong. I’m sorry. Really. Please don’t be mad.”
“I am not mad, just embarrassed,” I said softly, trying to ease the tension. “I always only wear a nightie and nothing else for bed. I get it honest, listen I… I don’t blame you for being curious about what I was warning you about. We are drunk I don’t care if you move your head, I dare you.”
I looked Nick in the eye, seeing a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. I gave him a small smile to let him know it was okay. “You see something you like?”
He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving my face. “Yeah. I mean… I knew you were attractive, but seeing it up close? It’s… overwhelming. Wow, your pussy looks good, I wish I could, nevermind.”
“Do you want to lose your virginity tonight,” I asked boldly, the alcohol and our newfound closeness making me bolder than I’d ever been before.
Nick’s eyes widened, his face flushing even deeper. “What? I-I mean… I don’t know. I never thought about it with you. Wait… are you fucking with me, are you sure.”
Nick’s voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes searching mine for any hint of a joke. But all he found was a seriousness that matched his own. I could see the gears turning in his head, the shock slowly giving way to a different kind of tension.
“I mean, I’ve thought about it before,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “But not with you. I never thought… I don’t know. It just feels wrong, doesn’t it?”
I shook my head, reaching out to take his hand in mine. “No, it doesn’t. Not if it’s what we both want.”
He looked at me, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “But you’re my sister. And I’m… I’m a virgin. I don’t want to mess this up.”
I squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him. “You won’t. And I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk. I mean it. You’re a good guy, Nick. And I trust you.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on mine. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to regret it later.”
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you to, come on let’s have sex, you already looked up my nightie, what did you think of it? Time for me to make you a man. I was letting him use me to loose his virginity.”
I took off my nightie and I laid down on his bed naked, and he nervously got between my legs and pulled his semi-hard cock out of his boxers.
I could feel Nick’s apprehension as he hovered over me, his rigid member tentatively poking between my thighs. He was nervous, unsure of himself, but I could see the desire burning in his eyes. It was a thrill, knowing that I was the one he wanted, the one he’d fantasized about.
“What do I do?” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
I reached down, guiding him slowly, letting him feel my slickness. I wet my over hand and lube up my bald cunt.
“Let me help,” I murmured, pulling him gently but firmly until the tip of his cock nudged against my entrance. “Just relax. Follow my lead.”
With a soft moan, I wrapped my legs around his waist and used the leverage to bring him closer, letting his length slide inch by delicious inch inside me. He was bigger than I expected, and I couldn’t help but gasp as he stretched me open.
“Oh fuck,” Nick groaned, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “You’re so tight. I don’t know if I can…”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” I soothed, rocking my hips to encourage him deeper. “You’re doing great. Just move with me.”
He took a shaky breath and, tentatively, began to thrust. The friction was exquisite, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure through me. I could feel him trembling, holding back, but I wanted him to let go, to lose himself in me.
“That’s it,” I panted, digging my nails into his back. “Harder. Faster. I want to feel every inch of you.”
With a guttural moan, Nick picked up the pace, his hips snapping against mine with increasing fervor. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard thumping against the wall as we moved in tandem.
I could feel the coil of tension winding tighter in my core, my body responding eagerly to his touch. Nicks’ inexperienced, quick strokes were exactly what I needed, driving me higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge.
“I’m close,” I gasped, my voice high and breathy. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
Nick complied, hammering into me with a desperation, his own release building. His movements became erratic, less controlled as he chased his pleasure.
With a final, hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching as he spilled deep inside me. I clung to him as he pulsed, my own orgasm washing over me in waves of ecstasy.
We collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. For a long moment, the only sound was our labored breathing, the room still except for the occasional aftershock that wracked my body.
Finally, Nick stirred, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes were soft, filled with a mix of awe and tenderness.
“That was… wow,” he breathed, a slow grin spreading across his face. “I can’t believe we just did that. Shit, I am shit at it I came way to quick”
I smiled back, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “Believe it, don’t worry it was your first pussy, so you probably will cum quick,” I teased, stretching languidly beneath him. “And not bad, for a first time.”
Nick chuckled, ducking his head to press a kiss to my collarbone. “Thanks to you. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we basked in the afterglow. Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was a mistake, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I’d just made my little brother a man, and there was a thrill in that, a forbidden excitement that I couldn’t deny.
As I drifted off to sleep, safe and sated in Nick’s arms, I knew one thing for certain: our relationship would never be the same. And I couldn’t wait to see where this new path would lead us.