“No. Bi, maybe. Or it could just be because it’s me and we’re close. Other guys may not—”

“I don’t want any other guy. Just you. Is that weird?”

“Um… Kinda. But I’m feeling the same, so who cares?”

“I like having sex with girls.”

I winced. “That’s nice. I’m not a girl, and I’d rather not talk about your past fucks right now, if it’s all the same.”

Asher scrubbed his face. “That’s not what I meant. Is it possible to be straight and still want to fuck your brother? I’ve been trying to figure this out all week. I looked at other guys who I think are considered hot, and they do nothing for me. But you? I can’t stop thinking about this.”

I blinked. “Um… I think we’re an exception. Like extenuating circumstances. If you want to identify as straight, who am I to argue with you? If you want to fuck me and see how it feels, I’m game.”

“Me too. I really want to fuck you. Really, really.”

I couldn’t hide my smile. “Anxious, are you?”

He nodded too fast and pointed at my meal. “Are you done yet?”

I looked down at my still-full plate. “Let’s see, food or sex? Food or sex?” I tossed my dinner on the bedside table. “Sex wins every time.”

“Shower?” he asked, a quiver in his voice.

“I think so.”

He bounced off the bed and spun in place, looking lost.

“Ash?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s just me. Relax. I’ll walk you through it. It’ll be great.”

His shoulders fell with a long exhale.

I hopped off the bed and collected my body wash and shampoo from my bag, then I took Asher’s hand and guided him to the bathroom.

Once the shower was running, I faced my brother. We’d been naked with each other plenty, we’d even gotten each other off a half a dozen times, but today was different. Today we both knew this was going to go further than every time before.

I stepped up to him and helped remove his T-shirt. Tension still marred his brow. When I dumped my own T-shirt on the ground, I reached for the button on his jeans. He watched every move I made, clinging to my strength and confidence. It was a role reversal for us. Asher had always been the more assertive twin.

I shoved his pants and underwear down, his erection springing free. His pants hit the floor, and he toed out of them. Still, he waited for instruction. So I removed my own pants, shoving them aside with my foot. Naked, I took hold of Asher’s waist and pulled him against me. Our cocks bumped and chests came together.

Our lips hovered close, Asher’s breath coming out in short pants.

“Touch me,” I said. “We’ve done that lots. I’ll guide you.”