"I was just going to jerk off with them!"

You blush as you hear the words fumbling out of your mouth and cringe when you see James look of vicarious embarrassment. You can't believe that is what you went with, but it isn't as embarrassing as his suggestion, and it's believable enough. You can't honestly say Emma's panties wouldn't have ended up wrapped around your cock if your big brother hadn't interrupted you.

James sighs and squints at you skeptically, as id he can see things even you don't know about yourself. "Why the fuck would you do that? Just pick up a chick, or fuck your hand if you're that hard up. Why do you need your SISTER's panties to cum?"

You struggle to think of an answer that is less humiliating than the truth. You can't pick up a chick because girls always say they see you like a little brother at best. You actually have trouble maintaining an erection when you beat off due to overuse and lack of confidence. You sure don't want to lead with those. That's when you remember the pills. "Oh, I'm just really fucked up on these pills I found." You say, showing James the pink pills you found under Emma's mattress. Without thinking, you pop them in your mouth as if to prove your lie.

"Daaaaaaamn, bro. I might have to revise my opinion of you. Three hits of molly first thing in the morning? Are you hardcore now?" You nod dumbly beaming at even this faint praise from your bully brother. "So you've got a little crush on Emma? Can't say I blame you. We've even fooled around a few times. Probably would have hit it more often if she wasn't so annoying, or if she had a bigger ass." You both laugh and for the first time since you can't remember when, you actually feel brotherly affection for James. You do think it's a little strange that he just admitted to casual **** with your twin sister, but you suppose you can't get on your high horse when you have a raging hard on picturing it.

"Hey, bro, it's been ages since we hang out. Why don't you make us some breakfast and we can spend the day catching up. If sis asks about her pills, I'll say I took them." He is so affable and easy going that you lower your guard and allow yourself to relax around him. After all, if he wanted to humiliate you, to hurt you, he could do that without trying to trick you. Maybe he's matured in the year apart, maybe he is just impressed you were willing to down pills like candy, maybe he just wants some breakfast. You know better to question him, and so you follow him downstairs and get started on breakfast.

You want to keep James in a good mood, so you take your time making a breakfast fit for a strapping young man like him. Ham steak, bacon, sausage and eggs, with thick cut french toast to mop it all up. You get so immersed in your work that you forget all about the **** coursing through your veins. It's not until you serve James the lion's share of breakfast and sit with your paltry plate, that you begin to feel its effects.

"Well, I owe you an apology about one thing I've said all these years. You're not completely useless. You can make a Hell of a breakfast." James smiles magnanimously and you take the backhanded compliment with a stinging blush of pride. You feel that blush start to spread all over you, until it feels like you are glowing. Your skin hums with an electric excitement and you feel so calm and comfortable that nothing can faze you. Your brother notices, asking, "Hey, Elliot, how's that molly feeling right about now?"

"It feels like I'm naked in a box full of kittens." James laughs at your description, but it doesn't feel like he is laughing at you. It's almost as if he is laughing...with you, but that is so far fetched you put it down to being high and hazy. You take a second to let the feeling of laughter roll through you, like a throbbing thunderstorm standing your hair on end and lighting up your nerve endings. Giddy, you down your orange juice in greedy gulps, tasting the vibrant gushes of juice from tongue to toes. James watches you closely, and you try to put your guard up, but it's like hiding behind a feather in a hurricane.

Your big brother pushes his empty plate away from him and stares at right into the core of you. "You know, Elliot, you don't have to be such a loser all the time. Getting picked on by bullies and put down by girls. I could spend the rest of the day teaching you some self defense, but I warn you, it gets pretty 'physical'. Or I could teach you how to seduce any slut you want. It's a 'hard' lesson, but one worth learning." James stands up and slowly walks over towards you. You try not to notice his bulge bouncing in his boxers, and wonder what the implication of his air quotes mean, when he asks,