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

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Sarah and I struggled with yet another doomed attempt to weave the bamboo together and even though I was irritated and exhausted, a part of me knew this was only only option. I needed to get back to Jess. I needed to get Josh to a hospital. I needed... Fuck - I needed so many things.

I was gripping the bamboo too tightly, my fingers aching, my knuckles white, raw cuts traced my palms from weaving these

strands. They felt like cable wires at this point. Sarah sat quietly across from me, her hands working methodically, but even she looked more fragile each day, her skin drawn tight over her cheekbones.

"Hold that end tighter," she murmured, but it just felt like noise. This whole situation was one big, endless loop of failure. No. matter what we tried, we'd end up right back here, desperately clutching at scraps and false hope.

I yanked the bamboo strand tighter, but it slipped from my hands, the entire piece unraveling, days' worth of work wasted in an instant. I looked down at my bleeding palm. Sarah reached out to help but I pulled it out of reach, wrapping a piece of torn material from my pants "Look-I know we got off on the wrong foot. What I did, at the waterfall... What I said... I'm sorry." She murmured and I grunted a response.

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the bamboo into the waves, watching it skim the surface before sinking, pulled away by the

looked up, startled, but I couldn't

think there's a way out." I was breathing hard, my chest tight, my fists still clenched. For a second, Sarah looked like she might say

they were both out of sight. The jungle loomed on one side, dense and green, but even that felt like a cage. I dropped down onto the sand, feeling the sting of tears start to blur my vision. It wasn't like me to cry; I ha past the point

I muttered, pressing my hands against my face as the tears slipped down, hot and

my. terrible jokes even when they weren't funny. What must she be thinking now?

four months since we were stranded here. Did she think I was dead? Had she moved on? I tried to imagine her going through the motions, maybe even... God, maybe even

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ignore the ache deep in my chest, the way my heart twisted when I pictured her

someone who didn't get stranded on a godforsaken island and leave her wondering? The

me just enough to keep me from losing it entirely. Four

longer than we should have been able to survive. Josh's leg was getting worse by the day, red and swollen. Sarah had lost so much weight it was starting to scare me. And I... I was barely hanging