Chapter 1

“Dude, you got to go!” Ethan insisted. “Allison will be here any minute.”

“This is my room too,” I insisted. “I don’t see why I need to leave in the middle of the night. I want to sleep.”

“Dude! Allison is coming,” Ethan insisted. “I love you, bro, but you got to go. I stand a good chance of scoring tonight ... if you are gone.”

“I asked her to dance first,” I countered. “You were too chicken-shit to ask her to dance when we finished dinner. Why you and not me?”

“I don’t know,” Ethan said. “I got over my nerves. Allison and me ... we just clicked. She whispered to me to be ready. She’s coming down to my room at midnight. You have ... like ... two minutes to disappear.”

“What am I supposed to do while you and Allison get it on?” I challenged.

“Take your iPad and go down to the lobby ... I don’t know,” Ethan insisted. “You just need to be gone. Don’t ruin my best chance to get laid I’ve ever had. You need to go.”

“You’re going to owe me ... big time,” I insisted as I pulled on sweatpants over my boxers. I was wearing a T-shirt to bed, so I wouldn’t look too scroungy in the lobby.

“Just...” Ethan started. There was a quiet knock at the door. “ ... go!”

“Ethan?” a girl’s voice asked. Ethan opened the door and let Allison inside.

“Cody is just leaving,” Ethan announced as he pushed me into the hallway.

“Hi, Allison,” I managed to say and still smile.

“Sorry to kick you out, Cody,” Allison said. “You know how it is.”

“My bro will be fine,” Ethan said as he started to shut the door.

“I feel bad about throwing Cody out,” Allison said. “Maybe I could text that cute Taylor Hiddleson. She seemed to like your brother. Maybe she could keep him company while we...” She giggled. “ ... you know.”

“Sure ... whatever,” Ethan agreed. My brother had one thought on his mind; lose his virginity to sweet Allison. I didn’t blame him. I’d have kicked Ethan out of the room if Allison was coming to see me and take my virginity. I wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Being the odd-man out sucked, big time!

I sighed and headed down the hall towards the lobby. Andy, my brother’s brother, nearly bumped into me as he stepped out of his room suddenly right in front of me. We dodged to avoid bumping into each other.

“Oh ... oh ... sorry, Ethan,” Andy said nervously.

“I’m Cody,” I answered as we stepped apart.

“My bad,” Andy apologized. “Sorry, I should be able to tell you two a part.”

“I get that a lot,” I allowed. We stepped around each other. Andy stepped down the hallway a few doors and knocked quietly. I knew that was April Chaney’s room. She was the Maid of Honor for today’s wedding. My brother’s brother looked to be getting laid tonight too.

I should probably stop and explain about my brother’s brother. In a normal family, my brother’s brother would be my brother too. Not so much in the complicated Henry family. My dad, Charlie Henry, got Sharon Robinson pregnant when they were in high school, producing my half-brother, Will Henry. My dad and Sharon, sort of my step-mom but not really, got married, had Will and then got divorced. Dad moved to California and remarried. He and my sort-of-step-mom number two had my older half-sister, Molly. That marriage was short-lived, most likely due to my dad’s being into drugs at the time. That is part of what wrecked his first marriage too.

After the divorce he met my mom, Summer Lynch. She cleaned Dad up and got him off drugs. He returned the favor by getting her pregnant with Ethan and me. It wasn’t the end of the world. They had planned to marry any way, but Mom getting knocked up probably hurried up the process. Ethan and I were born seven and a half months later. Ethan preceded me by about ten minutes.

Back to my brother’s brother. Andy ... Andrew Martin was my half-brother Will’s half-brother. Another of Will’s half-brothers, Kyle, was the reason we were all in this hotel tonight. Kyle Martin married a very nice lady, Penny Edwards. My brother’s brother, Kyle, needs little introduction to the world. He was a star wide receiver at Penn State, All-American, a Heisman trophy runner-up and first round draft pick of the Denver Broncos. He signed a contract that is supposed to be worth $22 million a few weeks ago. He also signed a contract with Nike, worth millions more. It is no wonder that he could pay for rooms at this hotel for everyone to use after the wedding reception.

Kyle was famous, but he was a nice guy. When Kyle heard Ethan and I were spending the summer in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, he insisted on inviting us to the wedding. Our Dad wanted us to get to know our relatives here in Pennsylvania, so we are spending our summer with Grampy Esh. Given our family’s complicated history, it should be no surprise that Grampy is actually Dad’s stepfather. Dad’s father died in a car accident when dad was twelve. Our Grammy Lydia remarried Jim Esh, better known to us as Grampy.

Grammy Lydia was a cool lady, as much as I can remember of her. She visited us in Sunnyvale a few times when we were little. She passed away six years ago. Her funeral is where Ethan and I first met our older half-brother Will and his then girlfriend and now wife Abby. Will and Abby invited us to spend a couple weeks this summer with them and our niece Rose at the Scout camp where they work. That was fine with Ethan and me. We’re Scouts too, Star Scouts in Sunnyvale Troop 1254.

That is a summary of what brought my brother and me to this place and time - Ethan up in our room, about to get laid for the first time in his life and me, sitting in a hotel lobby at 12:15 AM pretending to play with my iPad.

The lobby turned out to be a busy place. In addition to Andy hooking up with April, I saw Brian ... something or other, a college teammate of Kyle’s, sneaking down the hallway to his girlfriend’s room. If they were going to screw, why did they bother getting two rooms? A few minutes later I spotted Christian Powell, formerly from my favorite college football team, Stanford, heading down the hall to hook up with one of Penny’s cousins. I think her name is Kristen Witwer. I knew many of Kyle’s teammates shared rooms with their girlfriends or dates. Undoubtedly, they were getting it on too.

Did weddings make women horny? It felt like everyone was having sex except me. I browsed to a website with dirty stories. At least I could fantasize about getting laid. That was better than nothing. The first story I read was about a school girl on a class trip to a horse farm. The girl got separated from her classmates and finds a stallion and mare in the barnyard. A farm hand finds her as she watches the stallion mount and screw the mare. He seduces the horny girl and ends up screwing her while they watch the horses screw. The farm hand insists they do it just like the horses, bare, with no protection.

I am getting to the part when the girl feels the farm hand pound into her hard and he squirts his come into her belly when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn.

“Taylor?” I gasp in shock. My boner wilts immediately as I turn to face Kyle’s young cousin, Taylor Hiddleson.

“Allison texted me that you were down here by yourself,” Taylor stated as she sat down on the recliner I was sitting on. “It must stink to get kicked out of your room so Ethan and Allison can ... you know.” Taylor blushed as she avoided the more precise word - “fuck.”

“What am I going to do?” I asked helplessly. It went against the bro code to stand in the way if one of you got a chance for sex.

“I thought I could keep you company ... while they ... you know,” Taylor said.

“That would be great,” I replied.

“What are you doing?” Taylor asked.

“Reading,” I answered as she reached to see my iPad. I managed to click it off before she found out what I was reading. My cock managed to shrink enough that it didn’t produce an obscene bulge in my sweatpants, just a small but still noticeable lump.

“I had so much fun dancing with you tonight,” Taylor said.

“I did too,” I responded.

“There is one thing I wanted, since our first dance,” Taylor said.

“Oh?”

“This,” Taylor announced before she twisted around and grabbed my shoulders. She drew me into a hug and then kissed me on the mouth. Not a kiss between friends but a kiss between ... lovers.

“Um ... um ... wow!” I stuttered as we broke apart a few inches.

“I can’t believe I had the nerve to kiss you,” Taylor stammered. “I’ve wanted to do that since our first dance.”

“It was nice,” I replied. We stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds. She leaned into me as I pressed my lips forward. We kissed again. I slipped my tongue out and ran it against her lips as we kissed. After a second, Taylor slipped her tongue out to meet mine. They touched. Stars flashed in my mind as I felt her shudder.

“Wow!” Taylor gasped as I embraced her.

“Yeah, wow!” I agreed.

“I didn’t think you’d want a little kid like me,” Taylor said.

“What?” I replied. “A little kid? I turned fourteen three months ago. You will be fourteen after Christmas. You’re not a little kid to me.” I gave her a quick kiss before adding, “You are anything but a kid.”

“You’re in high school,” Taylor said. “I’m still in middle school.”

“I will be in high school in the fall,” I insisted. “Last month I was in middle school too. How old are you?”

Taylor hesitated, blushed and then murmured, “Thirteen ... uh, almost fourteen.”

“See?” I replied, grinning. “We’re the same age.”

“I’m plain,” Taylor noted. “I look nothing like my cousins Liz or Nicole ... or Allison for that matter. Look at these hideous things. I am a freak.” She held her hands to cover her budding breasts. Taylor was stacked, for someone starting eighth grade soon.

“You look great,” I replied. I stared down at the breasts her hands were covering. I took a deep breath and placed my hands-on top of Taylor’s hands and squeezed. “You are better endowed than any girl I’ve ever dated ... I swear it.”

“Really?” Taylor replied, surprised at my declaration. “That can’t be. You’re a California surfer dude. You must have loads of pretty girlfriends.” I had mentioned that I had surfed occasionally as I danced with Taylor earlier in the evening. We don’t live along the coast. I’ve been out surfing, maybe four times in the last three years. Still, I didn’t mind being called a surfer dude. That was cool.

“I’ve had a few girlfriends,” I admitted. “None were as pretty as you.”

“Now you’re being silly,” Taylor giggled. “No way.” She slid her hands out from under mine. I momentarily ended up holding my hands on her not insubstantial breasts. I pulled my hands away almost immediately.

“You didn’t need to stop,” Taylor said. “That felt nice.” She smiled at me and leaned in to give me a kiss before pulling away a few inches. “I don’t mind a hot surfer dude feeling me.” Taylor gasped as her eyes opened wide in surprise. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You didn’t like me feeling you?” I asked.

“No, I didn’t plan to tell you I think you’re hot,” Taylor replied. “You touching me there, that was nice. You’re so strong, so bronzed ... you must spend a lot of time in the sun back home in California. You’re nothing like the boys around here with their farmer’s tans.”

“I do,” I agreed. This conversation was going in a direction I hadn’t expected. I had enjoyed talking with and dancing with Taylor at the reception. Could she be coaxed into more than just talking?XXX

I didn’t tell Taylor that much of my tan was from working at the pool for my brother Will at Scout camp last week. She thought I was hot. I liked where we seemed to be heading. I leaned in and kissed Taylor again. Our tongues met. They slipped and teased together. My boner popped again, big time. Taylor’s hands went to my sides, with her thumbs sliding around to my front. I shuddered as she teased my nipples through my shirt. Who knew that could feel so good? I slipped one arm between our bodies as we kissed. I reached up and carefully felt for her left breast. So soft and nice to squeeze. I felt Taylor’s breathing increase as I teased her. I was so turned on. So was she.

Making out in a hotel lobby, even at 12:30 at night was not a great idea. Much too public. After a minute of making out I pulled away.

“I wish we had somewhere private to go,” I commented. “My brother and Allison are busy in our room.”

“I know about Ethan and Allison,’ Taylor said. “She told me what she had planned before the reception ended. That and her text to me inspired me to get over my fears and come out here. I am alone in my room.”

“I think you are just about the sexiest girl around,” I said. “Do you want to do more tonight?” Convincing Taylor to open her legs and to allow me to screw her like Ethan and Allison were doing now was unlikely, but more of second or third base was OK. That could be fun.

“Me? Sexy?” Taylor asked, looking startled at my declaration.

“You ... most definitely.”

“Why don’t we go back upstairs to my room,” Taylor said. “I like talking with you.”

“And kissing?”

“And kissing,” Taylor confirmed.

“And maybe more?” I asked.

“We will see,” Taylor said. “Let’s start with kissing.” The two of us hurried upstairs to her room. I wished I could hide my boner, but that was hopeless. I caught Taylor glancing at it a couple times as we hurried to find privacy. Maybe Ethan wouldn’t be the only guy to lose his virginity tonight.

We were on the second-floor heading for her room when Taylor began to slow. “You know we can’t go all the way tonight, right, Cody?”

“No?”

“I am waiting for marriage before I do that,” Taylor said. “We can have fun kissing and ... stuff.”

“Kissing and stuff can be fun,” I agreed. I tried to hide my disappointment at that news. Then again ... maybe I could be persuasive and convince her to do more, like go all the way. Who knows?

Taylor slid her room key card into the slot and let us into her room. The light by the bed was on. The overhead light by the door stayed off. It gave the room a nice, partially lit look that was made for seduction ... or so I hoped.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Have a seat,” Taylor offered. I sat down on the side of the bed beside Taylor. We twisted and hugged before kissing. Our tongues swirled together as we kissed and teased each other. I’ve made out with other girls half a dozen times over the past year. Apparently, Taylor wasn’t new to this either. Kissing her was making me crazy.