"Tonight's the night, little bro! Tonight's the night we're gonna get laaaiiiiid!!" whooped Joel.
As he said it, he grabbed Miles in a playful headlock and punched the air. Miles grinned too.
"You got everything?" his younger brother said.
Joel gave a thumbs-up. Inside his backpack was everything they'd need for tonight: a bottle of vodka. Condoms. A change of clothes for the morning. By which point, if all went to plan, neither of the brothers would be virgins any more.
Because tonight was the infamous Leavers' Party. The night when all the final year uni students celebrated the end of exams and let go all their inhibitions. Especially, if rumour was to be believed, the girls. And Miles and Joel had managed to bag themselves an invite.
(Or, at least, they'd been in the same room when their older sister Charlotte had been told the time and place. And since there was absolutely no way straight-laced Charlotte would be showing her face, it only seemed fair that her two younger brothers would be representing the family instead, right?)
Joel had been dreaming about this night for weeks. He couldn't count how many times he'd furiously stroked himself off in bed, fantasising about his sister's hot friends and what they might do to him. Every last inch of his body was so taut with desire he felt like he'd explode. Even pulling on his jeans getting ready for the big night had given him a massive hard-on as the denim slid over his crotch.
He just hoped he didn't look as nervous as he felt. He checked his phone camera to reassure himself. The face that stared back at him ¬wasn't quite the visage of chiselled masculinity he might have hoped for: delicate lips, finely sculpted cheekbones and not the slightest shadow of stubble, try hard as he might to grow any kind of facial hair. And try hard as he might to work out, his build remained as stubbornly slight as ever. But he compensated as best he could with all the swagger and bravado he could muster. Not to mention all the hair gel and edgy-looking streetwear he could afford.
And of course, with Miles in tow, Joel couldn't help looking like Dwayne Johnson in comparison. With his tight blonde curls and dimpled cheeks, there was no getting round it: Miles looked cute. Adorable. Cherubic even. Which was not exactly the look they were aiming for tonight.
"Just don't fuck this up, OK?" Joel said to his little brother. (Even though they were both eighteen and only ten months apart in age, Joel couldn't help but think of him that way.) "Just be cool and for God's sake don't say anything embarrassing!"
Miles gave a cheeky grin. "No problemo, Jo-Jo!" His childhood nickname.
Joel scowled. "Seriously! Can you manage just one single night without acting like an annoying little dork?"
"You love me really, bro," said Miles, blowing him a kiss and winking.
Joel hoped he hadn't made a huge mistake bringing him along.
****
If their sister's friends were surprised when they turned up without her, they didn't show it. Instead, the vodka bottle was snatched out of Joel's hand and they were invited to take seats.
Joel recognised several of the girls. Penelope, elegance personified, somewhere between sexy librarian and high-end fashion model. Aleesha, ice-cold personality, red-hot body. Gabi, short, big-breasted and permanently wearing a wicked grin. Several other girls he didn't know were crowded into the student bedroom too. Joel and Miles were the only guys.
"All our alpha-male friends are out chasing freshers tonight, predictably," explained Penelope.
"No worries, we've got ourselves some fresh meat now too," laughed Gabi.
Miles visibly blushed at that. Joel jabbed him sharply with his elbow.
"So you're Charlotte's little brothers, aren't you?" said Aleesha.
"Err, yeah, that's right," said Joel. "Though not that little any more." He winced inwardly at how lame that sounded, but Aleesha responded with a thin smile.
"Oh yes, you're certainly all grown up," she drawled. Something about the way she said it made Joel blush too.
Penelope passed both the boys a vodka and coke in a plastic cup.
"We're playing a game. You know I Have Never?"
Joel nodded. They'd played it a few times with their own friends. If you'd done the thing someone said they'd never ever done, you had to drink.
"You want to go next then?"
"Err, sure. Err -- Never ever ... Never ever have I ..." His mind raced, trying to think of something that wouldn't be too boring and tame, but also wouldn't sound too try-hard. "Never ever have I been naked in public."
The girls responded with a chorus of laughs. Only one of them raised a cup to drink, prompting even louder laughter, but she refused to share the story.
Miles next. "Never ever have I ever ... dressed up as Spider-Man to go watch a Marvel movie."
Oh for fuck's sake, Miles! Why the fuck bring that up after all those years to embarrass him? Tonight was not the night to be goofing round. Joel glared at him and took a sip. The girls howled with laughter.
"Aww! I bet you were adorable!" grinned Gabi.
It was her turn next, and she took it up another notch. "Never ever have I ... seen a guy naked." And she immediately took a swig herself. So did about half the other girls. And of course Miles and Joel drunk too.
"It doesn't count if it's yourself!" laughed Gabi.
Miles blushed. "Oh, yeah, well ..." Joel groaned inwardly.
"Oh, you know what guys are like! Always secretly sneaking a peek in the changing room! Am I right, boys?" Penelope asked, a playful glint in her eye.
"Err, no, I mean, you know, sometimes you accidentally catch sight of, err, you know ..." Joel floundered.
Mercifully, or so he thought, another girl moved on to the next round. "Never ever have I ... Well, I guess let's do the other way round. Never ever have I seen a girl naked!"
Considerably more than half the girls lifted their cups. But Miles and Joel did not. Joel briefly considered pretending, but he felt like Penelope and Aleesha and all the others could see right through him. And being caught lying would be even worse than the humiliating truth.
"Oh my gosh!!!" squealed Gabi. "Never seen a girl naked? Not even once? Oh you poor things!"
She heaved her ample breasts suggestively. Joel felt a tingle run right down through his body at the sight of it.
"Eighteen and still virgins? You must be fit to burst!" exclaimed another girl in delight.
"Hey, we didn't say we were virgins!" piped up Miles. Joel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Stop digging, Miles!
"Oh sure, sure, you've banged dozens of girls, but they kept their clothes on, is that it?" Aleesha retorted, that same thin smile playing on her lips.
"Well, there's one easy way to find out," said Penelope. "Never ever have I ever had sex with a girl."
A couple of the girls drank, giving Joel another frisson of excitement. But of course neither Miles nor Joel took a drink.
A hungry look came into Gabi's eyes. She leant in towards them.
"Oh, so what's the idea tonight then, boys? Turn up at the big girls' party and finally get yourself some action?"
Joel gulped and gave what he hoped was a roguish grin. "Oh, you know, let's just see where the night goes." He'd wanted it to sound suave but it came out as more of a squeak.
Gabi crawled over to Miles. "And how about you? I bet you're just aching for an experienced woman's touch, aren't you?" The look on her face could only be described as devilish; the look on Miles's as terror-stricken.
"Come on Miles, hold it together!" Joel thought to himself.
Gabi held out her hand a whisker away from touching Miles's knee, just below the edge of his shorts. "Would you like me to put my hand here?"
"Wh-wh-what?"
"Would you like me to put my hand here? I promise not to bite," she said, though she did playfully gnash her teeth at him.
"Erm ... yes please?"
Holy shit! Even in his wildest dreams, Joel had never imagined things moving this fast. He felt a pleasant warmth in his crotch as he saw Gabi's hand make contact with his brother's smooth, exposed skin. Miles visibly shuddered as her hand came to a rest on his leg.
"Oh, do you like that?"
"Yes," whispered Miles.
"Oh yes, I bet you do like finally having a hand on that virgin flesh of yours!" She grinned. "Now, would you like me to move it up a little higher?"
Miles inhaled deeply. He couldn't speak, he just nodded.
Joel watched as the girl's hand slid slowly, oh so slowly, up inside his brother's shorts. He was mesmerised.
Up, up the hand went, painfully slowly. Miles took deep breaths, faster and faster. Gabi's enormous breasts were now pressed against his knee. Joel saw the fabric around Miles's crotch visibly tent up. And when the hand was almost all the way up to the waistband of the shorts, he suddenly gasped loudly. He tumbled violently backwards and knocked the chair over. Peals of laughter erupted.
Miles stood up, looking panicked. "Err, Joel, could I talk to you outside for a second?"
Oh Jesus! What the fuck? Things were going better than they could possibly have hoped, and now Miles was going to chicken out? No fucking way!
Trying to ignore the girls laughing all around, Joel leaned over to Miles and hissed, "Chill out, little bro. And don't fuck this up!"
Miles looked desperate. "Please, Joel. I really, really need to talk outside."
Joel snarled in frustration and turned to the girls. "Won't be a second!"
As he turned to leave, Miles whispered, "Grab your bag too!" Joel gave him a quizzical look, but picked the backpack up off the floor as they went out.
Once in the corridor, Miles hurriedly bundled Joel into the bathroom and locked the door.
"Miles, seriously, what the fuck?!"
Miles looked more sheepish than Joel could remember him looking at any point since they'd been kids and he'd broken one of Joel's toys.
"I, err, kind of had an accident."
"What? Like, you pissed yourself or something?" Joel was dumbfounded.
"Err, no, more like, I kind of ... err ... got a bit excited."
Joel stared uncomprehendingly.
"I mean, I like, you know ... I jizzed in my pants."
Joel was speechless. Miles squirmed in embarrassment.
"It was just ... it felt so, soooo good," he said in a hushed tone.
Joel remembered Gabi's hand sliding up inside Miles's shorts. The growing bulge as that hand advanced further and further up ... His own dick was still semi-hard from the memory of it.
"I need some spares, bro. From the bag."
Joel snapped out of his reverie. Wordlessly, he unzipped the backpack and pulled out a spare pair of boxers. He turned to find Miles already stripping off his shorts. He caught a glimpse of pale, bare buttocks before snapping his head away.
