Moving away from home was the best thing to happen to me...and my brother.

When I started college, I left my family and friends behind for what lay before me: new friends, free beer and random sex with some education mixed in. A visit from the family was a special occasion for me. It meant good meals paid for by dad, homemade cookies from mom, and some quality time to hang with my 16 year-old brother.

Early in the school year I found the joys of being away from home. No curfew to kill the party. Complete accessibility to beer. And girls that could stay as long as they wanted.

With my brother visiting I wanted to give him a glimpse of what lay ahead for him. So after a delicious dinner, my parents dropped us off at my dorm. Mom's last words were "Jacob, you are in charge." "Indeed," I thought. As they drove away, I handed my little bro a beer, and the night had begun.

After throwing back a couple of brew pounders, we strutted into a party next door. Typical party: loud music, dancing, groping, and of course more beer. My brother, being the beginner, could not stay up with our torrid pace, and needed to pass out. So I took him back to the room, where he fell upon the bed and quickly asleep. Not fearing any medical danger, I went back to the party, and ran into a recent acquaintance (a recent hook-up). We danced, drank, tickled tonsils, and had a merry time. As the party ended, I told her to stop by my dorm room later that night.

On the way back to my room, a friend invited me to sample his finest selection of Mad Dog 20/20. Desiring more punishment, we took on the task to finish the remaining bottle and a half. With the mission successfully completed, I felt as if I could go home a happy man.

When I arrived, my brother was still asleep and alive, I presumed. So I crashed on the sofa. Next morning my brother woke up and proceeded to wake me. I asked him if he had a good time and he assured me that he did with a sly grin on his face. When I asked him about the smirk, he replied, "I got drunk with my brother, what could be better?" He continued: "By the way, some girl was looking for you last night." Jarring my memory, I remembered my encounter with Rebecca. I apologized to him because I was not there to meet her.

"Don't worry," he assured me, "she was the best lay I ever had."