My Sister and My Best Friend
Part 1 Leaning up against the doorjamb, I peered at her packing up her filled suitcase. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at the airport?” I questioned. “No, Scott is going to pick me up, I already told you,” she replied, placing a sheer cover-up into the case. Scott was my best friend, whom I had met in college, and was quite the free spirit. He was a nudist, or at least was quite comfortable being in the buff, which is somewhat the reason why we were so chill together. His nudity seemed to be completely for freedom purposes, and he was not someone who I thought was deeply sexual. For this reason, I trusted the guy when he said that he would be vacationing in Spain and would allow …