Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother novel Chapter 1

It was the fall of my senior year in high school, and the weather had gotten chilly.

Felix White's uncles, Duncan White and Eugene White, had brought their families over for a visit, and my family joined them. His family members and mine added up to about 20 people, and we were all gathered at his house for a meal.

With the help of alcohol, the atmosphere that night had become rather lively.

Since there were so many people present that day, the men were all seated at one table for drinks while the women were seated together to chat.

Everyone was chatting excitedly, and it was an extremely joyous day.

Somehow, the conversation had shifted to talk about me and Felix.

This happened every single time our families gathered together. It was quite awkward at first, but it happened so often that I had gotten used to it. It didn't faze me anymore.

They could say whatever they liked. It wasn't as if I could do anything about it.

Melinda Priceton was Felix's mother, and I called her Aunt Mel.

Aunt Mel had been peeling a shrimp as she said, "Time really does fly. The children are all grown up now. They'll be leaving us soon after they take their SATs next year."

"You're right! It would be great if Lulu could continue her studies at a college nearby. She's still quite immature. I'm worried about letting her live on her own if she goes off to a college far away," Mom replied.

"There's a simple solution for that! We'll just let Lulu and Felix enroll in the same college! Felix will take good care of Lulu!" Aunt Mel exclaimed.

Just like that, my college plans had been settled. I was right there with them, but no one even bothered to ask for my opinion.

Uncle Austin had two sons. His eldest son, Colin White, was 24 years old and currently pursuing his master's degree in fine art at Lincoln University. He specialized in watercolor painting. Colin rarely came home. All along, I treated him like an older brother.

Uncle Austin's youngest son was Felix. Felix was one year older than me, and we grew up together. As such, I always thought that we had a good relationship with each other.

Ever since I could walk on my own, I shadowed him wherever he went.

Ever since I could speak, the word that I said the most was his name.