your brother's best friend 1960's

Logan didn't bother knocking on Don Nelson's front door; instead, he simply left it open and flung open the bedroom door, humming, "Masturbating in there, Nelson?" Logan chuckled at his own joke and lit a cigarette as soon as he closed the door.

Don stared at him disdainfully, reading a Playboy magazine in bed, a new edition. "It's infernally hot outside," Don complained, turning a page of the magazine and muttering, "Pass me a joint."

Logan laughed and sat on the edge of the bed, tossing the package over the top. Logan snatched the magazine from his hands and chuckled, looking at the blond man with his bra unbuttoned. "You read that crap? No way, man." He mocked and threw the magazine back at Don's chest. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

Don lit his cigarette, wrapping it around his hand. "Josie isn't woman enough for me. She's pretty and all, but she's a pain in the ass. She slaps my hand away whenever I try to touch her."

Logan rolled his eyes and kicked Don's leg. "If I were a girl, I certainly wouldn't want your filthy hands touching my breasts." He waited a minute before casually trying to change the subject. "...Speaking of dolls, is your sister home?"

Ah.

Marie Nelson, Don's slightly younger sister. Logan grew up with her, throwing rocks, pulling her ponytails, and playing tag until dinnertime. She had always been cute, but lately, she was more... developed. And it wasn't just Logan who was noticing. The boys practically threw themselves at her, with her pretty face and curvy body, including Logan himself.

She had also been Logan's girlfriend for four months.

At that exact moment, as if he had conjured it up, the bedroom door opened and Marie entered. Logan smiled, stood up, and ran to her, seeing her as beautiful as ever.