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

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We'd been at this raft for days, patching it up, lashing new pieces of bamboo, making it as seaworthy as possible - not that I think it would pass any inspections. It just needed to get us to a nearby island fucking alive. We also needed to get there quickly - Josh's leg was looking like shit and there was a faint red line running up his thigh which Sarah said was not a good sign. I saw the panic on his face but we didn't talk about it.

She'd boiled seawater, washed out the wound, and smeared on some herbal paste Josh had read about in one of his survival journals. And while mango was good for his boredom, it wouldn't kill an infection. If it did, Josh would be immune to infection by

now.

Finally, the sunset, and I did my best to get comfortable on the sand - not fucking possible but exhaustion would take over at some point. It always did.

A crackling whip of thunder tore through the silence, and I shot upright just as thick raindrops began pelting down. I scrambled to my feet, looking out at the once-

peaceful beach, now a thrashing mess of rain and wind, trees bowing under the force of the storm. "Oh Fuck!" Josh yelled as his hammock swung wildly, then crashed to the ground.

"Get up!" I shouted as Sarah. I started grabbing what I could and put Josh's arm over my shoulder to help him up.

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that clung to my skin and smelled faintly of wet earth. My neck ached from where I'd slumped against the wall, and the gritty taste of dried salt was still on my lips from the storm. For a moment, I lay still, letting the sounds around me filter in- the soft

his back a few feet away, his mouth slightly open, one arm

foot. "Hey,

was a fly, but then Sarah stirred, stretching her

it over?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and glancing around as if momentarily forgetting where we were. Then her gaze fell on me, and she nodded, grim but awake. I helped her up, and the three of us shuffled outside, feeling the weight of the night's

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Branches and leaves littered the ground, and the air smelled of wet foliage and the aftermath of a storm. The beach was unrecognizable; debris was scattered everywhere, and the sand was churned and matted as if a giant

season," Josh muttered, his

shocked, but Josh just shrugged, lifting one of his precious journals with a smug little grin. "Says it right here in the book," he

you to mention it now," I muttered, but he just shot me

the raft. But

across the beach, tangled in

we'd spent days working on, carefully lashing every piece together, was reduced to a collection of broken,

dropped to my knees, staring at the wreckage in silence. The small hope

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