How I Lost It?

(1) I Lost It To My Brother

(1) How I Lost It?

To My Brother...

Let's get one thing straight. My brother is 24 and happily married, when I say happily I mean when they're together, they're oblivious to their surroundings. That kind of happily. So how he ending up in bed with his 18 year old sister is a mystery. No, how him and his wife were still together after that is a mystery. ~ Summer Lori

I would like to say it was cool summer afternoon but it wasn't. It was storming outside and I was alone. When I say alone I meant in the living room watching game of thrones.

Now looking back at the day, I set myself up for it. I knew my brother was coming over yet I still decided to wear a sports bra and boy shorts. My hair was up in a ponytail, a very wild one in fact.

Earlier that day, before the storm, my mom said my brother Kaiden was coming over. I love him to death but when he's with his wife I was ready to gauge his eyes out. When she said we were going to be there alone I got a little excited. Me and Kaiden were never alone when he came over.

Then the words "he's coming to baby sit you, not buy you booze" escaped her lips and my happy mood disappeared. I replied with "then tell him not to come" but it was already official. He had already started taking the 5 and a half hour drive up here just to babysit me. Me! of all people I needed babysitting.

So there I was sitting alone, basically naked waiting for my brother to knock on the door or ring the doorbell. It was a while, about 6 hours, before he actually starting ringing the doorbell. More like pounding it with his finger to be exact.

I had jumped from the couch and sashayed to the door. I unlocked the door and swung it open.

His shirt was soaked with rain and clung to his chest, making the muscles beneath more prominent, his hair hung in his eyes wet. He was currently shaking as well.

"You're soaked." I stepped aside letting him through.

"Yeah, my car ran out of gas about 2 miles down." He grumbled slamming the door behind him. "Besides that how's my little sister." He looked over at me and gave me his smile.

His smile was bright and had any girl, in a seeing radius, swooning over him.

My brother was the type of guy your parents would love and all girls wanted. He was also the guy all guys wanted to be. Good looking and charming. He had his faults but you rarely ever saw them.

Like the mole shaped like a heart on his hip. He hated it but his wife adored it.

"Bored." I place my hands on my hips and scowl up at him.

"Where are your clothes?" He laughs running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm in my pajamas." I reply crossing my arms.

"Are you sure you're a virgin? Because I don't know any virgin who wears boy shorts, especially laced ones." He teases and I reply by punching him. "I'm just teasing, stop being so sensitive."

"I'm just tired of bring a virgin. That's why I threw that party last week! I was hoping to get laid." I huff looking away from him.

"So I've heard. How'd that work out for you?" He toes off his boots.

"An epic fail." I grumble looking back at him.

"You'll lose it. Just stop trying." He walks past me up the stairs.

I followed him into his old room and flopped onto his bed. He pulled his shirt off his head and tossed it in the corner. Next were the pants. He dropped them and they pooled around his ankles.