Chapter 1: Meeting Max

Heather Walker and I had known each other since the eighth grade, but we finally became best friends in our junior year of high school. We had four classes together, leading to one of those quick-blossoming friendships that sometimes make high school less annoying. When I found out that she lived just a few blocks from me, we started hanging out together after school. Since both her parents worked, I usually went to her house to watch TV, have some snacks, and just, in general, get to know each other better.

Heather had an older brother who was a senior. I knew who he was when she told me his name, Max Walker. Even though they had the same last name, I had never made the connection between Heather and her brother. Max was kind of a god at our school. He was the starting quarterback on our state championship football team, and an ace pitcher on the baseball team. The sea of students crowding the halls at school between periods would part for him, as if he were Moses crossing the Red Sea. He always had a half-smile on his face, like he ruled the world, and at Highland High, that was true.

It wasn’t enough that he was a gifted athlete; he was gorgeous, too. There were reports that talent scouts had approached him about a modeling career. Like probably every girl at Highland, I wanted Max to notice me, but we existed on different planes. He dated a lot of girls, and there were rumors that he was, as I heard one girl say, hung like a horse. I was so inexperienced when it came to male genitalia that I didn’t fully understand what that meant, but from how other girls reacted when discussing his manhood, I assumed it was a good thing.

Even though I was hanging out at the Walker home a lot after Heather and I bonded, I only caught a few glimpses of Max. He was a busy young man. On those few instances when I did see him, he almost always had his shirt off. And boy, was that a view. Pecs, biceps, and other muscles I didn’t know the names of, all displayed on Max like a chiseled Greek statue. Even though I tried to keep my cool, I got a bit of a thrill every time I saw him walking through the house naked from the waist up. After a few weeks, he learned my name and even smiled at me occasionally. Even a quick smile and “Hi, Shayna” made my heart skip a beat. I knew that was all I could expect, but it was good enough.

I once asked Heather what it was like to have Max as a brother. I expected a simple three- or four-word answer; instead, I got a speech, in Heather’s typical scatter-brained way. “He’s all right, I guess,” she told me. “Kinda full of himself, but if I need his help, he comes through, at least he used to. Lately, he’s had a lot of college coaches trying to recruit him, so in a way, he’s already checked out as far as our family is concerned. I’m just hoping to get his room when he goes away. It’ll probably smell like a gym, but I can handle it. Sometimes he brings girls here, and they spend the night. My parents pretend they don’t know, probably because they worship him like everybody at school.”

After spending some time around the Walker house, I noticed that Max helped out occasionally, usually by doing yard work. Heather told me that he considered working up a good sweat while mowing the lawn or trimming the hedge as part of his fitness routine. A wet Max was an even better Max. He looked like a model out of one of those men’s perfume ads.

After one of his yardwork days, I saw what was, up to that point, the most exciting thing I had ever seen. I had spent Friday night with Heather. After breakfast on Saturday, we put on our swimsuits, grabbed some towels, and went to lie down in her backyard, next to the nonexistent pool behind the Walker house. There was no pool, but we could pretend while we tried to work on our tans. We hadn’t been out there long when Max came around the corner, pushing the lawn mower. He hadn’t started it, so we could hear him when he said, “Sorry, ladies, got to get this done before it gets too hot.”

He looked at me with a long, meaningful look and smiled. It was the best day of my life, but the moment didn’t last long. Heather and I went back inside and retreated to her room, where we sat on her bed and talked. Heather was a world-class talker, and I’m a good listener, so those gabfests could go on for a while.

We heard Max come in and go to the bathroom down the hall. I heard water running and knew he was taking a shower. The image of a naked Max was projected across my mind, and I almost wished Heather would leave me alone so I could entertain myself with that fantasy.

Half an hour later, Heather went to the kitchen to fix us a snack. I stayed in her room, trying to catch up on the required reading for American Lit that I was way behind on. When she came back, she was carrying a tray with sandwiches and chips, and giggling. “What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Come with me,” she said, and we headed down the hall toward the rec room where Max liked to take naps after he finished his chores. As we neared it, she put her finger to her lips and whispered, “Quiet.”

When we entered the den, I saw Max passed out on an old sofa. I knew he was asleep because he was snoring. Even his snoring was enticing. He was shirtless and wearing what looked like an old pair of soccer shorts, the kind with big leg holes. It took me a second or two to see why Heather had brought me there, then - there it was. Max had a massive erection. The bulge in his shorts was impressive enough, but the most unforgettable sight was the end of his dick sticking out of one of the leg holes. I had only seen two erect penises before, and Max’s looked like it was twice as big as either of them. I almost said something out loud when Heather grabbed my arm and dragged me away.

When we returned to her room, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. “Damn, he’s deformed,” I said.

“I know, right?”

“I guess those stories I’ve heard around school are true. Have you seen it before?”

“Yeah,” Heather said,” a few times. Sometimes, when he’s in a hurry, he’ll run from his room to the bathroom naked, and I’ve run into him a couple of times. Once, when I went to his room to get him for dinner, he was lying on his bed, naked, and playing with himself.”

“Did he say anything?”

“No, he just smiled at me like he had done it on purpose.”

“What did you do?”

“I ran out of there like a scared rabbit. I might be the only girl at school who doesn’t dream about having sex with Max, but since he’s my brother...”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“How about you?” Heather asked. “Is he in your dreams?”

Of course, he was, but I hesitated to tell Heather that. “I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t,” I admitted, “but my fantasies might be nightmares after what I just saw.”