Brother's girlfriend Stories

The heat in the club was heavy, clinging to me—thick, but inviting, laced with sweat, alcohol, and too much perfume. The bass pounded deep in my core, the dancefloor packed with strangers bouncing and grinding to a beat no-one recognised—it was intoxicating. I let it swallow me—let it drown me. My hips swayed to the music, unfamiliar hands at my waist guiding me, pulling me close. It was a distraction, but exactly what I...

He’d been talking for a while now—rocking back and forth in the chair across the room, like sitting still was impossible. Not really to us anymore—just out loud, like keeping the words in might tear a hole through him. Jamie, my boyfriend, sat to my left, slouched forward, phone screen glowing in his face like it mattered more than the room—more than his brother’s turmoil over his impending divorce. I couldn’t help the si...

He wasn’t late on purpose. But he didn’t rush either. The bar was already throbbing with sound, the band getting started—looks like he got there just in time… It should have felt familiar: the cheap drinks, creaky bar stools, the band covering music nobody asked for. It did. But it also felt… tense. Overwhelming. His wife had told him to go out. Practically shoved him out the door. It’s your birthday, Theo. Go. Have fun....

Donny was a dummy. There was no other way Ivy could describe her brother. Well, no, “dumbass” and “dipshit” also came to mind, but she loved the oblivious bugger, so she would save her real insults when she was talking to his face. “You are a dipshit, Donny,” she very seriously told her brother. Like now. In the beginning, his naivete and cluelessness had been cute, back when he had started to notice girls. They had all t...