We were like sisters.
(Only closer, and without the blood bond.)
I suppose it was because boys always surrounded us…(two islands of young femininity in a sea of brothers and best friends).
But it felt like more than that. It was like, as much as I was destined to be with her brother, I was just as destined to be with her, only in a different way. (Mostly.)
The first time we met, that summer after my first year at school, we were wary of each other. Both of us were used to being the only girl in her youngest brother's life, and now we were faced with the prospect of… sharing him. Neither of us knew how to be with each other. But somehow that changed. Summer passed in a flash (of swimmingflyingsecretfriendship).
And in her first year, I ached for her as she tried to find her footing, but I didn't (couldn't) do anything to ease her way. And guilt (and the boys) kept me away for another year.
But the summer after third year I made it up to her (with a kiss and a vow) and we've been sisters (only closer, and without the blood bond) ever since. It was an easy relationship (until the boys caught our eyes).
As we found our footing with our guys, we remained close (but foughtkissedtouched behind closed doors). We told each other everything (as we foughtkissedtouched) and shared all with each other (and lost it to the guys with our hands entwined, panting to the same rhythm).
We were family (still closer and without the blood). Together we loved (kissed), laughed (touched), lived (fucked), and lost (lost). And that is how it should be (when you fall over the edge with your friendsisterloversoulmate).