Author's Note: This chapter is quite intimate, so watch out, although I know you've been wishing for something to really happen between them, you horny hens.

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Isaiah and I are going to share a room in my own house.

The 2-story house of ours can accommodate 2 families, but only my grandma and aunt Sandy were living in it after we left for USA. The house was built in 1930s, and it has passed a lot of time, which is evident when you look at the exterior of the house. The windows are old, the walls are already dirty, and the wooden eaves are already chipped. But even though the house is older than my lola, the house is well taken care of. According to mom, there has been a lot of changes in the house even before I was born. My mom and her sister, aunt Sandy, grew up here.

Isaiah inspects the pictures hanging on the well-polished wooden wall. It has pictures of me, my parents, and the older generations of the family. He also inspects the big, wooden spoon and fork and my boyfriend looks intrigued.

Bill is being smothered by lola in the living room, and they are talking about how my mom grew up as an independent woman who refused to follow her mom's instructions. I laugh when I hear that.

My cousins are in the house as well, and the girls have been looking at Isaiah for quite some time now. They are just silent, looking at my boyfriend without blinking an eye. I roll my eyes at them, with Isaiah seeming oblivious to their stares. I send my Max and Sophie a message that I'm already back in the Philippines for two weeks, and they send they're coming.

Excited to meet my friends, I head to my room and find that it hasn't been touched since I left it. The bed is neatly made, the things I left are still intact, and some toys from McDonald's that I used to collect are still on my study table. I change my shirt to a plain tee that I used to wear, and black shorts. Once I head out, I find Isaiah talking to my girl cousins and that son of a bitch hasn't even looked my way. Masking my jealousy, I yell to my mom that I'm going to meet Max and Sophie in Tagalog. Finally, Isaiah looks and furrows his brows in confusion as I leave him with my cousins. He seems to be enjoying his time being surrounded by girls.

Since Max and Sophie are just leaving near me, it only takes them a couple of minutes to reach my house. When I head out, they are already waiting by the gate and I've never run faster in my whole life. I hug them both, and Sophie is practically jumping up and down in excitement as she hugs me.

"Kumusta ka?" Sophie asks me as she holds my arm, resting her head on my shoulder. "Grabe, nakakamiss ka. Hindi ka naman nag me-message sakin. Puro si Max kausap mo. Hindi mo siguro ako na miss."

"Hoy, na miss ko kayong dalawa." I tell her, defensing myself from her accusation that I didn't miss her. "Oo, aaminin ko, lagi kong kausap si Max pero dahil may kailangan lang akong sabihin sa kanya. Pero na miss talaga kita. Promise."

"Ang dami natin kailangan pagusapan," Max says, smiling.

I nod, picking up what Max wants to talk about. Sophie says she has to go, that she has only gone here to meet me personally as she missed me. She kisses my cheek and waves goodbye, saying that she still has assignments to do. Max and I head over to Bayan near my school so we can hangout either in 7/11 or Mini Stop, our usual go-to place after school.

We decide to go to Mini Stop as there's a lot of seats there, and we doubt there'd be much people. When we get there, we head inside and Max already takes a seat. I tell him that I'm going to treat him with ice cream since we haven't seen each other for a month, and he nods his head happily.

Max's hair has definitely grown, and I wonder why he hasn't gotten a haircut yet. I buy two vanilla ice cream for us and hand him his ice cream. My best friend thanks me and begins licking the sweet treat. We stay silent for a moment, and my eyes scan the area. There's only one staff available, and there's a lady purchasing a few sodas.

My best friend looks at me intently, waiting for my go signal and I roll my eyes at him. He smirks, flipping me off and props his elbows on the table.

"Sino ba magsisimula, ako o ikaw?" he asks me.

I let out a sigh. "Okay," I puff my cheeks and shut my eyes for a moment, before looking into my best friend's eyes and groaning. "Hindi ko alam kung pano nangyari, pero hindi ko na lang namalayan na nagustuhan ko na yung tao. May... may problema pa kong isa kasi... ang hirap i-explain, pero nasa maling sitwasyon ako ngayon. Nasa maling sitwasyon kami."

"Paanong nasa maling sitwasyon kayo?"

I purse my lips, afraid to tell my best friend that the guy I'm in a relationship with is my step-brother. I'm not sure what his reaction is going to be, and honestly, even if I tell him and he gets mad, nothing is going to change. I'm still going to keep Isaiah, and I'll still be in a relationship with Isaiah. But of course, he's my best friend, and best friends value each other's opinion.

Though I'm 100% sure that Max is not going to be mad at me, and there's a high chance that he would completely make fun of my situation (after all, that's what best friends are for), something holds me back from telling him about my relationship with Isaiah.

I just notice that Max is wearing the shirt that I gave him. It's a Lady Gaga shirt, an official merchandise I purchased just for him for his birthday. Max has been supportive of her ever since, and he loved her even more during the ARTPOP era.

"Maling sitwayon kasi... okay, bakit ang hirap pagusapan 'to?"

"Hindi mo naman kailangan sabihin sakin lahat," my best friend says as he puts a hand on my shoulder, his ice cream beginning to melt just like mine. "Sabihin mo lang sakin kung ano yung mga gusto mong i-share, and sasabihin ko sayo yung opinion ko. Ganito na lang, ano ba yung sitwasyon nyo ngayon? Exclusively dating na ba kayo? Nag-a-adjust ka pa rin ba o sya?"

"Nakapag-adjust na kami," I begin, and I can practically feel the sweat running down my temple as I watch my best friend. "Ganito kasi yon, yung lalaking gusto ko, supposed to be, step-brother ko sya."

"Um, excuse me, tangina?"

I just nod my head meekly.

"As in, seryoso?" I nod my head again. "Okay... um, seriously, right in front of my salad?" Max laughs and I look at him in confusion. He even laughs harder when he sees my expression. "Okay, hindi ko ine-expect 'tong story mo, pero okay, hindi naman kayo magkadugo. Tangina, kala ko sa gay porn lang ako nakakakita ng ganitong pangyayari. The situation is real. Okay, okay, kailangan kong malaman kung sino yung top or bottom. Wait, parang alam ko na, ikaw yung bottom, no?"

I blush at my best friend's words and pinch his arm. He flinches before grinning widely, and I roll my eyes at him. I'm starting to regret my decision to tell him about me and Isaiah. And worst, he has compared our situation to a gay porn and asking about who the top or bottom is.

Max and I continue to talk about the situation I'm in, and although at first, I thought that this conversation is not going to be serious, Max begins to tell me advices about what we could do. He has made several points that in order for my relationship with Isaiah to completely work, we must be honest and come clean to my mom and Bill. Otherwise, we're just going to make our lives harder.

According to Max, telling my mom and Bill about this may have two scenarios. One, mom and Bill would accept the relationship I have with Isaiah and we're just going to move on with our lives but we're going to have limitations since we're living in the same house. The second is the most painful one: Isaiah and I have to break up since there's a chance mom and Bill would be against our relationship. And they have a valid reason: Isaiah and I are supposed to be step-brothers. By law, if mom and Bill get married which I know they will, Isaiah and I going to be legally brothers.

Despite the facts Max has laid out, I'm thinking if there's any option we can have here. Although I know that that's pretty much it, I'm hoping there'd be a different solution, one that doesn't involve telling mom and Bill. But Max is right, mom and Bill deserve to know about us, and I can't keep lying to my mom and we can't keep hiding.

Max and I catch up; I tell him about things my boyfriend does to make me happy. I tell him about Isaiah's jealousy, and how he gets easily jealous when Dylan is around me, and how he got jealous when I saw my ex-girlfriend in BGC. I also tell him the term of endearments he's calling me, and all the while, Max seems genuinely happy for me.

There's no judgement in his eyes.

He just seems happy listening to me as I tell him my and Isaiah's romance story. Max makes a few comments about Isaiah and what he thinks of him, and he thinks that Isaiah is worth keeping. Max wishes me luck, which fills my heart with happiness, as he has always been supportive of the things I do.

And although he didn't expect that I'd be in a relationship with a guy, Max says he would support me whoever and whatever I choose in life.

We lose track of time, and I've realized that it's already 11 in the evening, and Max still has a school tomorrow. Max says they don't have much to do in school since their new topics have just started. Max tells me about what's going on in the volleyball team I left, and how they have newcomers. As their team captain, Max has really proven himself that he deserves the position.

When it's time for me to go, I tell him how thankful I am to have him as my best friend, and he says the same words to me. We share a laugh before parting ways. I definitely missed hanging out with Max; I missed our random talks at midnight, the gossips we shared, the boys he found attractive, and how he made me listen to some of Lady Gaga songs that he said I would definitely love.

I head home.

All the lights are shut off, and I smile to myself, remembering how I used to tiptoe because I got home late and didn't want anyone waking up and finding out I went outside without telling them. It's like a déjà vu moment for me. When my mom found that out, she scolded me all day about being a rebellious teenage boy and someday, I would get someone pregnant. I guess the joke's on her now.

Heading inside my room, I stretch out my arms and notice the bed is empty. I frown, searching for Isaiah. I remove my shirt and place it on my desk table, and as I turn around, Isaiah is standing behind me. I jolt in surprise, eyes wide as I look at my boyfriend. Isaiah locks the door and pushes me to the bed. He then crawls on top of me and presses his mouth and body against mine.

My boyfriend begins peppering me with kisses, and I shut my eyes as I take a deep breath, preventing myself from moaning out loud.

"You left me with your cousins," he murmurs as he places his lips on my chest, his tongue darting out, licking my skin. "Don't you know what I've gone through with them."

Isaiah takes off his shirt and my eyes skim over his toned chest and abs. Something stirs inside me as I continue to look at his perfectly defined body. A lump forms in my throat, preventing words from coming out of my mouth. My eyes meet his and my breath hitches, as his eyes begin darkening.

"Where have you been?" he whispers in my ears, his voice deep.

"I... I..." Isaiah begins nibbling on my ear.

Holding my arms, placing it over my head, Isaiah begins grinding his pelvis against mine and he opens his mouth, silently moaning. I close my eyes, pleasure wrapping me as I jerk my hips back, and I throw my head back in pleasure as Isaiah leans down, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning my skin.

"Isaiah..." I moan out as low as I can, looking at him in the eyes.

Isaiah presses his mouth on mine once again. His needy kiss wakes something inside me, a burning passion that I can't seem to resist. Isaiah's hands roam all over my body, and my hands do the same thing while our lips dance. There's a burning sensation building in my lower abdomen, and Isaiah rolls around, so my back is resting against his bare chest. Isaiah kisses the back of my neck as his hand slips into my pants, grabbing a hold of me.

His hand is warm, and he begins jerking me off as he begins rocking his pelvis behind me. My eyes roll at the back of my head as pleasure consumes me, and I begin jerking my hips forward, wanting to release that has been building in my abdomen. My boyfriend props himself up with his elbow, and turns to kiss me, his hand tightening around me as his pace fastens up.

Finally, as if the time has come, we both groan and release what we've been holding, and I look at my boyfriend breathless. He rests his forehead against mine and pecks my lips.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself." Isaiah mutters, blushing.

"That's okay... I think," I respond, turning to face him. My underwear is wet from the intimacy happened between us just a few seconds ago. I blush, wanting to say how amazing it is but don't know how to say it. "It's... what an experience, I guess."

Isaiah whispers in my ear. "This is the first time I jerked another guy."

"This is my first time."

"Like in the intimacy part?"

I nod my head. "I'm glad I'm your first." My boyfriend chuckles, kissing my nose. My boyfriend smiles at me, his face still flustered, and I wonder if my face reflects the same thing. "Come on, let's get ourselves cleaned up. You go to the bathroom first, and once you're done, I'll clean up myself. It's been a long time since... you know, I last unloaded."

Groaning, I punch his chest playfully. "Shut up."

My boyfriend just smiles me. I stand up and look over him, and notice the stain in his grey pants. Blushing, I hastily grab a pair of shorts, unlock my door, and run straight to the bathroom.

God, I just had my first intimate moment in my life.

And I fucking loved it.

Putangina.