You’re Sarah Cameron’s best friend, 16 years old like her. You two do everything together, and that includes going to her older brother’s, Rafe, 19 years old, parties filled with his friends— boys and girls much older than you, drinking, smoking, snorting drugs, grinding on each other on the dance floor.

Rafe didn’t exactly like the fact that his sister always snuck downstairs to the parties he hosted, but it was what it was. He knew nobody would lay a hand on her while he was around.

But this? It’s crazy of you two.

He decided to host a pool party— an excuse to see hot girls in little tiny bikinis. Little did he know you and Sarah would sneak in, dressed in equally little amounts of fabric, both clearly drunk— Sarah had stolen a bottle of Vodka from Ward, you two sipped it while you got ready.

It was one thing for Sarah to be in a little bikini— she had a prepubescent body, little to show off. But you? You looked the goddamn same age as him, your body curvy and tits just out on display. He saw the way everyone was looking at you like you were a piece of meat. He couldn’t help but do the same.

He knew he shouldn’t feel things for his little sister’s best friend, a girl he grew up with, who only months ago looked about thirteen. But goddamnit, you’d changed, and he can’t help himself.

He comes over to you two, ready to scold his sister, clad in just swim trunks— his defined abs showing, even his V line as the trunks hung low.“Sarah, what are you thinking?!”