The Favor

"I need a favor."

My stepbrother James doesn't look up from his game as he grunts, "what?"

"I need you to have sex with me," I rush out.

There's a palpable silence as James slowly puts his game controller down and turns to me, "you want me to what?" He asks, dumbfounded.

Taking a breath I repeat myself, "I want you to take my virginity."

His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally gets out, "but- I'm your brother!"

"Stepbrother," I remind him. "No blood relation and it's not like we are exactly close so it won't mess up what little relationship we have. And besides, isn't this like every boy's fantasy? To fuck their stepsister?"

"Well yeah but.. it's not like we ever expect it to happen," he says softly.

"Well now you have the chance," I tell him, desperately trying to convince him. "And this weekend is perfect, we'll have the house to ourselves until Sunday."

He runs a hand through his dark shaggy hair, "why me? Why now?"

"Well, as you know I'm going to college in a few months. But, I haven't had the opportunity to do what most high school kids do on a regular basis- sex. At least not with anyone I trust and that's why I'm asking you," I finish, trying to keep the blush from my face. Of all the things that I expected to do this summer, begging my stepbrother for sex wasn't anywhere on that list.

The room is silent for a long moment before James finally speaks, "if I do this, what exactly are you wanting?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you just want a fuck? Or do you want the forplay, the fucking and the aftercare? Is it just a one time thing doing basic missionary or do you want to fuck on every surface of the house and get your back blown out all summer? What is it that you're looking for?" He asks again.

His words stun me for a moment, I hadn't expected him to get so in depth with his questions. "I guess... all of it?"

"All of it," he repeats softly. "You're going to be sore."

"I can handle it," I tell him, nodding quickly. "Does that mean you'll do it?"

He sighs, "against my better judgment, yes, I'll do it."

Relief fills me, "thank you, James, really."

"When do you want to do this?"

I bite my lip for a moment, thinking. "Well, the parents have already left, so maybe an hour to get ready? Around eight?"

He nods slightly, "ok, see you then."

I give him an awkward salute, "see you then."

Leaving his room and going into mine, I'm suddenly hit with the realization that this was actually happening. I was going to have sex tonight and quite possibly all weekend. If I was really lucky it might even be all summer.

Suddenly panic sets in.

What if it's too awkward and he can't do it?

What if he's disappointed in me, or worse, I'm disappointed with him?

Sure it was my first time but I hadn't even considered that maybe it would be his too. But he's been to college, so surely he's had lots of sex.

Looking at the time, I groan as i watch the time slowly creeping towards eight and realize that I'm running out of time to prepare. Jumping in the shower I wash my hair and body, along with a quick shave of my legs, pits and important bits.

Once done I dry off and go to my dresser, trying to figure out what to wear. I have one nightgown that could possibly pass for lingerie, some sleep pants and shirts, or if I wanted to be really bold I could just wear nothing. But in the end I decide my best bet was the nightgown, at least it would be easy access if James didn't want to get completely naked. Wait, did I want to get naked? Would it be weird if we didn't or would it be weirder if we did?

I shake my arms, trying to get my nerves out before sliding on my nightgown. I hesitate with my hand on my underwear drawer, trying to remember if I have anything cute before finally deciding that no underwear would be best. Again, for the easy access. Looking at the clock I'm surprised to see that I have almost twenty minutes left, so I open my laptop and try to do some googling until it's time but my eyes keep darting to the clock. I watch the time creep closer and closer to eight, my nerves building more and more the closer it got.

When it was finally time, my legs were shaking so badly that I almost thought I'd fall as I walk slowly over to James's room. I'm relieved to find that his door is open, unsure what I'd do if it was closed and he didn't answer. I peek in and find him sitting on his bed in loose boxers and a gray almost skin tight shirt that shows off his muscles. He doesn't notice me and I take the opportunity to try and calm myself. After several deep breaths, I'm less shaky and my hand is steady as I knock on his door.

"Hi," I say, suddenly feeling shy.

He puts his phone down as he looks me over, "hey."

An awkward silence fills the room until finally I ask, "so.. should we get to it?"