When puberty hit my younger brother, Tyson Lindsey, it hit him like a truck. By the time he was 14, he could nearly pass for an adult. He was already taller than me, his older brother, and I'm about to graduate high school!
I didn't want to admit it, but over the past few months, there had been a slowly growing sexual tension between us brothers. I always got shy and flustered around attractive and confident men, so why was I getting those same feelings around my own little brother?
That would have been embarrassing enough, but Tyson quickly picked up on the changes in my behavior. And he seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world. He started teasing me, showing off his body at every chance, just to get a reaction out of me.
And at first, I thought that was all it was. Teasing. It was embarrassing to me, to be tormented by my younger brother like this, but I didn't think he would ever take it past this fairly innocent stage.
But one day, he did push things further. It was an evening where the two of us happened to be home alone. I was sitting on my bed, listening to music while chatting online.
I heard the door to my bedroom open, and I looked up to see Tyson standing there. "Hey," he said softly, closing the door behind him. Then without preamble: "I know you've wanted something bad since forever."
"What?" I asked nervously, feeling myself blush red hot.
He walked closer