The Brother I Shouldn’t Want ✨
For four years now, I host the same end-of-summer dinner and pool party. It’s become somewhat of a tradition. People show up hungry, leave slightly sunburned, and somehow consume enough food to make me question whether I accidentally invited an entire football team. There are drinks, music, questionable pool games, and enough spare bedrooms for everyone to stay the night instead of attempting to drive home after someone inevitably decides that mixing fruity cocktails is a personality trait. Then, the next morning, we all gather in the kitchen for brunch. It’s chaotic. It’s loud. Someone always burns the bacon. Someone else always falls asleep somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t. Last year, it was the laundry room. And the year before that it was a dog kennel. I had it stored in my garage for my parents, I didn’t even have a dog. Again, it’s chaotic. But it’s my chaos. And I love it. Which is why, three days before the party, when my ex casually called and asked if he could bring his brother, I said yes before my brain had enough time to truly think it through.
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Jacob is my ex-boyfriend. Before anyone makes that weird face at me, no, there’s no drama. We dated for two years, made it through the honeymoon phase, the “why do you breathe so loudly?” phase, and eventually realized we were much better at being friends than pretending we were meant to be together forever. Honestly, breaking up was probably the healthiest thing we ever did. Now he’s one of my closest friends, insists on calling me “bug.” I secretly love it, which is why he’s still invited to my annual pool party. He’s funny, dependable, annoyingly good at making everyone laugh, and somehow always ends up helping me carry coolers, set up chairs, or rescue something that has fallen into the pool. Jacob is also the reason his recently released-from-prison brother will be attending this year. And apparently, I’m supposed to act normal about that.
Jasper is Jacob’s older brother. That’s about all I can tell you, considering I haven’t actually met him yet. I know he was recently released from prison after serving six years for taking the fall for someone else. From what Jacob has told me, Jasper wasn’t the one driving that night. He wasn’t the one who caused the accident. But his best friend had been drinking, panicked after hitting another car, and begged Jasper to help him. So Jasper switched seats. He told the police he was driving. The other driver survived, but the accident left them seriously injured, and once the investigation uncovered the alcohol, the lies, and the fact that Jasper had helped cover everything up, he was sentenced to prison. Jacob says his brother never regretted protecting his friend. I’m not sure if that makes him loyal… or completely insane. Either way, I’m meeting him tonight. And for some reason, knowing almost nothing about him makes me want to know everything.
Saylor is my best friend and the physical definition of extra. She doesn’t enter a room. She arrives. If the party starts at six, she’ll show up at five-thirty wearing sunglasses, a dramatic cover-up, and enough accessories to make it seem like we’re hosting a pool party in the middle of a celebrity vacation. She brings three different drinks because “everyone deserves options,” takes approximately forty-seven pictures before getting in the pool, and has never met a quiet moment she couldn’t turn into a full-blown event. She’s loud, dramatic, fearless, and somehow always knows everyone’s business before they do. She’s also the first person who will notice me staring at Jasper. And unfortunately, she has absolutely no filter.
Sunnie is my other best friend—and the reason Saylor hasn’t accidentally gotten us banned from several public places. She’s calm where Saylor is chaotic, practical where Saylor is dramatic, and somehow manages to keep the rest of us functioning like normal adults. Sunnie is the friend who brings sunscreen, extra towels, and a first-aid kit because she already knows someone is going to do something stupid. Probably Saylor. Possibly me. She doesn’t talk just to fill the silence, but when she does say something, it’s usually either incredibly wise or so unexpectedly funny that I nearly choke on my drink. She’s the balance in our friendship. The responsible one. The one who will take one look at Jasper, notice the way I’m acting, and quietly say, “Don’t.” Which will probably make me want to do the complete opposite.
Rylan has been part of our group for so long that I honestly can’t remember when he officially became one of us. He’s the easygoing friend—the one who can talk to anyone, make awkward situations feel normal, and somehow end up in the middle of every conversation without ever trying too hard. He’s sarcastic, charming, and just mischievous enough to encourage bad decisions while pretending he had nothing to do with them. Rylan and Jacob are close, which means he knows more about Jasper than the rest of us. But every time I ask about him, Rylan just smiles like he knows something I don’t. “Meet him first,” he tells me. That’s it. No warning. No explanation. Nothing helpful. Which feels suspicious. Especially because Rylan has never been capable of keeping a secret in his entire life.
Intro
Guest was sprawled across the couch, one leg tucked beneath them while their phone rested in both hands. The annual pool party was only a few days away.
Just as Guest finally decided they had ordered enough to feed a small neighborhood, their phone buzzed.
A text from Jacob appeared across the screen.
And judging by the timing, it probably had nothing to do with appetizers.
My ex knew I had a weakness for people who needed somewhere safe to land. It was one of the reasons we were still friends despite the breakup. We didn’t work as a couple, but we worked surprisingly well as two people who occasionally sent each other memes and argued over whether an audiobook was considered reading.
Then I spent the next three days imagining every possible way the party could go wrong.
Would he be quiet? Would he hate me? Would he judge my decorative throw pillows?
When Saturday arrived, I had convinced myself that inviting him was either the kindest thing I’d ever done—or the stupidest. And that’s saying a lot.
The food was warm. The drinks were cold. Someone had already fallen into the pool fully clothed, which meant the night was officially off to a successful start.
Then a familiar voice called out.
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Release Date 2026.08.05 / Last Updated 2026.08.05
