Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

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Sarah was slicing up a mango, the juice sticky on her fingers, while Josh flipped through one of the scientist's journals from the abandoned campsite. Occasionally, he'd read out loud-random facts about the island's fruit, strange bird species, and then something that made Sarah's hand freeze mid-slice. "This is one of the most luscious, inhibited islands on the outskirts of Indonesia in the... Ara-" Josh frowned at the page, sounding it out. "The Arafura Sea." Sarah sat bolt upright, eyes wide. "What did you just say?"

Josh looked up, bemused, then paged back. "The islands are home to bird species like Bronze-tailed Peacock-Pheasant-"

"No! The part about where we are, idiot! Not the birds!" She lobbed a piece of mango at him, which he dodged with a laugh.

He squinted at the page again. "The Arafura Sea? Did I say that wrong?" he repeated, emphasizing it and then thinking about it... "Wait, you mean there's a sea beside the Indian, Atlantic, and Pacific?"

I watched Sarh's face light up with pure rage, frustration, or both.

I couldn't help laughing from my spot in the sand. "Really, Josh?

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There are more oceans than that. Don't make us a stereotype. I beg of you. People think football players are dumb to start with, and you are not helping right now." I sat up, looking between him and Sarah, who was glaring at him with an exasperated expression. "The Arafura Sea is connected to the Indian, genius," she muttered, shaking her head. "Maybe read more than just football stats once in a while."

Josh mouthed obscenities in her direction, but they were too soft for anyone to hear. He grabbed the piece of mango she flung at him and shoved it into his mouth. I chuckled and dropped back down to continue my sunbathing.

With dehydration and hunger lurking around the corner - who cares about a little sunburn.

for... She pulled up a stick, ran down

then at Josh. "We lost Sarah

to break the ice and go fucking crazy first. We are professional athletes, so

and began drawing in the sand. I watched her focus as if she was busy designing something that would take over the world. "Are you planning an off- island escape down there?"I called over, but she ignored me and wiped the sweat from her brow before sitting back to tie up

mo

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the shade. Does your master plan need to

down and watched Sarah with me. After a few minutes, she sat down with

agreed, and we dragged our heavy, nutrient-deprived bodies over to where she was drawing in the

we got there, Sarah mapped out

journal's right about where we are, we're not just stuck on some deserted island. We're in

and I shut up now and let her explain the different oceans. Then

that circle?"Josh asked, and Sarah looked up at him

are! See this line..."She drew a line from

we may have ended up on the other side, but actually, we went down somewhere in this circle here." She pointed to

is good.

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