James slowly dragged himself from his bed, the maid that rested on the other side quickly got up from the bed and rushed to pull her clothes on, before scurrying out of the room. James sighed as he stood up and moved to put his clothes on. He'd had to learn how to do it himself since none of the maids wanted to enter his room alone. They all worried he'd charm them out of their purity.
     'Like I would, I barely manage to get turned on when one of those ladies are naked.' He thought to himself, before remembering his fathers words.
'Son, you may not like it, but one day your going to have to make a woman pregnant, and you can't do that if you can't even get hard.' At that point his father had shoved a maid towards him, 'practice with this one, you don't have to tell me if it's working or not, I just expect you to give me grandkids when you are married one day'

James scoffed to himself as he remembered that, it felt like yesterday but it had really been two months ago. Two months ago he and his brother James turned 16, and the pressure for one of them to stand out, become king material, was on. Jackson was secretly kind when he wasn't being cold, but James was a natural born leader, but he had a cold heart when it came to sentencing criminals. He felt little remorse for them, until Jackson would stand beside him and remind him of how anyone could change and become better. James often reminded him that people could also become worse.
A knock on the door snapped James out of his thoughts as he fixed his coat and walked to the door. His father stood there with a frown, "you've overslept"
"Yes, where's Jackson" he said coldly, just as his father expected.
"In his room, go get him and then meet us in the garden" his father said and turned away and walked down the hall. James sighed and left his room and walked down the opposite side of the hall. He got to the room and knocked.
    "Who is it?" Jackson called and James knocked three times. "Come in"
     "Hey father wants us to-" James started to say, before pausing in the door way. He starred at Jackson, who was moving about his room trying to get dressed, currently shirtless with his pants hanging lowly on his hips. James swallowed hard as he caught his brothers gaze, before both looked away from each other quickly.
     "He wants... what?" Jackson asked calmly, buttoning his shirt up.
      "For is to meet him on the garden" James said quickly and coughed, he couldn't believe himself. There was just no way...
     "I'm nearly dressed" Jackson said as he pulled his coat on and smiled at his twin. "Ready!"
     "Good" James said coldly and turned and started to walk away. Jackson frowned and ran after him quickly.
     "Have I upset you?" Jackson asked him softly
     "I'm rather not happy about this mornings events" James said with a troubled sigh
      "Is this about the... problem... dad talked to you about? I told you, you should've lied when he asked if you'd lied with a woman yet..." Jackson said with a dad look
      "It felt wrong, but what I'm doing now feels worse" James said to him as they walked into the garden. Off to the side was their father.... and a woman that could've been James and Jackson's wife. She was their age.
"Sons," their father greeted as the boys walked over, "I'd like you to meet mate, my bride."
"Your what" Jackson said In shock, there was easily 30 years between the two.
"My soon to be wife" the king said, starring at his sons, "is there a problem?"
"Act-" Jackson started but James cut him off
"No father" James said and took Jackson arm weakly, "we must be off, we have sparring" he said and took Jackson with him as he quickly left. He pulled Jackson off to his room and shut the door quickly.
"What are you doing?!" Jackson said in alarm, "he's marrying!"
"I know" he said and sat down on the bed with a sigh. "I know..."
Jackson sat down next to him with a sigh. They stated that way for hours, not speaking, just being left to their thoughts. 
       "Jackson" James muttered after a while, finally having the courage to ask. "Have you laid with a woman?"
      "I told father I had but... no." Jackson admitted and gave a nervous laugh.
      "He's made me try sleeping with a couple since I told him about my problem" James admitted with a sigh, "but it's not helping. Their bodies are attractive, but I just can't... do anything. I don't get hard. I get a little stiff, barely enough to fuck her" he said with annoyance.
      "When was the last time you got hard?" James asked Jackson after a moment of silence past.
      "A couple of weeks ago" Jackson admitted. 
      "You're lucky" james mumbled with a frown
      "What about you James?" Jackson asked. James shifted slightly and laughed.
      "I've never lied to you... it was this morning" James said
      "With the woman? Or in your sleep?" Jackson asked as he rolled on his side and looked up at James.
       "When I came in here this morning and seen... you shirtless..." he admitted. Jackson's eyes shot wide.
      "Me? That made you...oh.." he said as he realized he'd been the only thing to make James hard in months. "What does that mean?"
     "It was probably an accident, I must've went so long without anything that it just happened." James lied
      "I... let's test it" Jackson said as he moved and straddled James's waist, before removing his coat and then looking at James
     "Jackson!" He said in alarm as Jackson started to drop his shirt down his shoulders, before dropping the shirt on the bed. James starred at his chest in amazement, before finding his hand reaching out and feeling of it.
     "Jackson..." he whispered again as he got rock hard under his own brother.
     "It's working" Jackson said nervously as he shifted around, "what's this meaning...?"
     "It means I'm not broken. But it also means... I don't think I'll have kids." James said softly as he bucked up into him. Jackson gasped and rocked on his hips, he himself had a growing bulge.
      "James...?" He Whispered
     "Yeah." He said as he took his shirt off.