Behind the Scenes - My Brother's Best Friends (Patreon)

Writing these stories can be difficult, and at times, the ideas I come up with don't end up working for me, so I have to start over. Below is how I had initially started this story, and then realized that I didn't like the premise of the sleepover. So I scrapped this and wrote a new chapter one. You'll see that there are some similarities, but a lot of what ended up being the actual chapter one is different. 

P.S. What you see below is literally my first draft of this story without any edits or revisions, so there will be spelling and grammar errors. What do you all think? Was I right to drop this version or should I have kept going with it? 

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

“Alright, Will, Zach and Ivan will be here any minute. Remember that they’re going to be in charge while I’m gone for the weekend,” Kyle says, while shoving a box of condoms into his bag. 

“Whyyy?” I whine, for the millionth time today. “I’m eighteen years old now. I don’t need your best friends to babysit me.” 

Kyle rolls his eyes at me. “Dude. Mom and Dad don’t even let you microwave pizza without supervision. Do you really think I’m going to let you stay by yourself for two days? I don’t need you burning the house down and then I get in trouble for leaving you alone.”

“Ugh! It was one, small kitchen fire. How was I supposed to know that you can’t put aluminum foil in the microwave?” 

Kyle adjusts the straps on his bag and stops by the front door. “Everyone knows that, dude. Most ten year olds know that.” He points his index finger in my direction. “You did that when you were seventeen.” 

The door bell chimes loudly and Kyle yanks the door open to reveal Zach and Ivan standing there with shit-eating grins on their faces. “Broooo!” They all shout at the same time, thumping each other on their backs while doing their typical bro hugs. 

“You got your shit packed?” Zach asks, fluffing his messy black hair. “Condoms?”

Kyle laughs. “You know it!”

“Attaboy! You’re gonna get so much pussy this weekend!” Ivan grins. “Don’t get Lisa preggers, though. We’re not helping you raise any crotch goblins.” 

“Yeah, it’s bad enough that we gotta watch Willy boy over here.” Zach gestures to me. I flip him off and stalk over to the couch, planting my ass right on Zach’s favorite spot. 

I try to ignore them while Kyle gives them a rundown on his weekend plans with his girlfriend. It’s not fair that even at eighteen years old, Mom and Dad won’t let me stay home by myself. I’ll be graduating high school soon and going off to college, what are they going to do then? Follow me across the country? 

They’ve always been so overprotective of me while they let Kyle do whatever he wanted when we were growing up—even though he’s only two years older than me! It’s so embarrassing that even he thinks I need supervision as an adult. I have to prove to them somehow that I can be trusted to be left alone now. 

I’m jolted from my thoughts when Zach and Ivan plop down on either side of me. “So, Willy boy, what do you want to do this weekend?” Zach asks, putting his arm around my shoulder.