Part of me was proud of him for taking my advice on finding someone to talk to. Maisy seemed like a safe bet because she’d never come across as judgemental. When he opened the door and she stood, looking confused, my heart rate picked up a little. I didn’t want to be wrong, and make things awkward for him.
He grabbed the bottle back from me on his way up the stairs with her.
As soon as they were out of sight, I paced the living room. I grabbed my phone and shot off a text to Ava’s friend Jacob. It wasn’t like I could talk to Ava with the family still on the camping trip. This was a huge fucking deal for Tyler to tell someone. Now I just needed someone to calm my ass down.
Tyler - Age Sixteen
“Maybeweshouldstop.”
“What?”
“I don’t…” God, this was so fucking horrifying. What guy told his girlfriend to get her hand off his dick. I wasn’t into this and while it felt good, it all felt off.
Maisy let go and moved across the bed covering her chest. She’d taken off her shirt and was sitting in her jeans and bra. She thought it would help me get off better and while her boobs were nice…
Fuck! What the hell was going on here?
“Am I doing something wrong here, Tyler?”
Gah! She looked like she was going to cry. I quickly tucked myself into my briefs. This wasn’t our first rodeo with this. We’d tried a few times, and it just wasn’t working. What sixteen-year-old wanted to face the prospect that his dick just didn’t want to get it up for his girlfriend?
“Mais…”
Maisy jumped off my bed, grabbed her hoodie, and yanked it over her head. She pulled her long brown hair out the back, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing her chucks. She had started to tie one shoe when I knew I needed to say something before she left thinking this was all her fault again.
“Maisy, please stop.”
She stopped before she got her other shoe on to look at me. “Ty, I don’t know what it is. All I know is that it doesn’t feel good that I can’t seem to do it for you.”
Her blush was pretty and probably revealed that we were way too young to be doing the things we were attempting to do. This whole thing had started because her friend Katie had been bragging about losing her virginity. Most of the girls had bragged about it, and it was like Maisy was on some weird mission to join them.
Most of the guys at school were the same way. Hell, I knew Garrett had started having sex. His mom had rushed out to buy us each a box of condoms the moment she caught him making out with a girl. The difference was that my box was still unopened and his had to be replaced twice.
I just… didn’t have the same desire that everyone around me did. I saw the appeal. Maisy was a really pretty girl, and we’d been dating for a while now for a reason. I really liked her and not just for her looks.
“Maisy…”
She shoved her other foot in her remaining shoe and tied it, not bothering to let me try to explain. It wasn’t like I had the right words, anyway.
“Look, maybe we need to take a break.”
My heart stopped. No, no, no. That’s not what I wanted. I didn’t want to lose my girlfriend over this. Stupid dick.
“Would you please just let me talk to you for just a minute?” I asked, grabbing her arm as she stood from my bed.
“Does it have anything to do with Garrett?”
Her question threw me off. I dropped her arm, and she spun to face me. She crossed her arms and cocked her hip to the side.
“Does it—does it have anything to…” My brain couldn’t wrap around her question. What did my stepbrother have to do with anything? “What about Garrett?”
“Come on, Tyler. You don’t see it?” She huffed because she realized her escape was thwarted by my confusion. She sat down on the bed next to me and grabbed my knee.
“Ty, you two… that’s not…” She took a deep breath like she was trying to figure out how to say what she needed to as gently as possible. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen stepbrothers that are as close as you two. I don’t think I’ve seen actual brothers that are as close as the two of you.”
I swallowed and turned toward my door, the door I knew my stepbrother would be sneaking through the second Maisy left tonight. Maybe she was onto something. I couldn’t get it up for my girlfriend, but I slept in the same bed with my stepbrother almost every night even though he had his own room, though she didn’t know that. That should have been my first clue that things weren’t normal.
“I’m not sure what my relationship with my stepbrother has to do with what’s happening when we try to have sex.”
