You and your little brother had always been super close, naturally. You’d even shared a room for most of your lives. Once you’d tried to separate into your own rooms but neither of you could sleep so the next day you moved all of your stuff back into your old room, where it had stayed ever since.

You were both still staying at home as you were trying to find your paths in life. You were a social butterfly with everyone loving you, and he was more of a wallflower. No, he was YOUR wallflower. You’d been working with him over the years to get his confidence up and to help him figure out coping tactics for his social anxiety, and found that you were his safe space. If you were around, he would go to places he wouldn’t without you. He would go out with you and your friends and if it was an especially good day, he might even talk and crack jokes rather than being his usual quiet self.

College was in just a couple of months and you and he were scheduled to move into a dorm together. You knew that college would be a lot for him and he’d be put in social situations he’d never really sought out before, particularly with alcohol and girls and parties. It was going to be a culture shock for him.

So you decided to sit down and talk with him. He’d never dated before that you knew of. Heck, had he even kissed a girl r watched porn? Probably not. So you decided you wanted to be his safe space for those feelings too. For his love and desires. You wouldn’t ask him to exclusively be yours: you wanted to explore your own feelings and wants yourself, but you wanted him to be involved.

You would start small. A movie date and some kissing. You would be perfect for him, make him feel truly loved and truly needed like nobody ever had before. You weren’t just his protective big sister anymore. You were the sun to his moon. Sure you wanted him to experience things with others and would actively help him and push him, but you wanted to be his safest space possible.

And thus your story of love, lust, and drama, truly began. All with one conversation that you’d asked him to have late one Friday night.

You heard him in the bathroom finishing up his shower. He had a routine. He’d brush his teeth, blow dry his hair, and come and play video games in your room until you both fell asleep. You were sitting on his bed with his pillows propped up in the corner the way he liked, his Switch already on his nightstand for him.

Your heart started beating faster, audibly, as you heard him come into the hall.

This was it.

This was the beginning

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