Okay, a guy can only wait so long before pouncing and finding out how things went. The morning after our delightful and on my end very brief night out, I hunt down Kharon with a grin on my face, eager to check in and see how he made out with the delightful young thing he’d shown such interest in. “Kharooooon!” I shout, subtlety going straight out the window as ever.

What? It’s never been my strong suit, never have seen the point. You wanna know something, you fuckin’ ask. You got something to say, you blurt it right the hell out and don’t spend too long dwelling on it and letting it gnaw away at your insides.

“KHARON! Front and center, sonny boy, time for your morning after report! Your old man’s waiting on the juicy details, get your ass on over here and dish!” And just like that, Kharon is headed my way, and the spring in his step and the griiiiin on his face tell me there’s definitely something to talk about.

There’s a little extra arch to his neck, and he’s practically prancing, high-stepping and showing off as well he should. I smirk and toss my head and give him a minute to be all proud of himself and adorable, and then I shoulder-check him lightly with an impatient little snort. “C’mon, stud, don’t keep your dad waiting. How’d it goooo? Tell me everything.”

“Too right, she was. Gorgeous. And she couldn’t take her eyes off you, you stud.” I grin and bump my shoulder against Kharon’s, but his face falls a little as he goes on. I just tilt my head, a little puzzled. “Heyyy. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, buddy, I just thought you’d like to get out and have some fun. There’s no pressure, okay? You went as far as you wanted to, and not farther, and that’s good. You both had fun, yeah? You listened to what she wanted and didn’t do more than that? And you drew the line when you didn’t want to go farther? Then everything’s good.”

I duck my head a little to catch his eyes, so much like mine. “I’m sorry if you thought otherwise. I’ve got no expectations of you, not like that. I expect you to be a good man, and to do your best to make good choices. And to learn from it when you don’t. But you’ve got nothing to prove to me or anyone else, okay? You’ll have sex when it’s right for you and the other person involved, and not a moment sooner, got it? Not because you think that’s what I want, or you think that’s what you should do.”

I reach out and ruffle his hair, lipping at his mane. “I can’t make that decision for you, and I wouldn’t want to. As long as you’re safe and happy and having fun, and so is she - or he, hey, no judgement here, guys are a hell of a lot of fun too - that’s all that matters, okay? Well that and she’s old enough to make that kind of decision. If she’s too young to make a kid, she’s too young to be fooling around with, but as long as she’s old enough to consent and she wants you, you’re good to go, as far as you both want to.”

Again. Mistakes I made when I was his age, and ones I’ve been trying to make right for years now. I sigh and--and stop talking, when I catch the look on his face. God, the way he asked, so quietly, so softly, not even saying the words out loud, barely dragging his eyes off the ground to meet mine...it all made it pretty damn clear what he was asking about.

I sighed again and petted his hair, pulling him in for a hug. “I know it’s hard, son. But it’s the right thing to do. And trust me, it’ll just get harder any time you slip up. Easiest way to get over someone is to find someone else to mess around with. Or more than one someone. Get out there, have some fun, and soon you’ll see there are plenty of people you can fuck. You’ve only got the one twin, buddy, and you don’t want to mess that up bringing sex into a relationship it doesn’t belong in. You can’t take it back once it happens, and you can’t will that memory away. It’d change everything, for your whole life. She’s too important, you see that, don’t you? There’s only one Ky, bud.”

I frown, trying to find words to help him, words to make something so hard okay. “Maybe someday there’s someone you love enough to want to bring them into the family, and that’s different. That’s part of making your own family together. And even those kinds of relationships, the ones you think are forever, sometimes things go wrong there. So wrong you can’t fix them, and the only choice is goodbye. Family, that’s forever, whether you like it or not.”

In ways I sometimes don’t like to think about.

“Whether things go wrong or not. Whether you break each other’s hearts or not. There’s no getting away from the fact that she’s your sister, or how much she matters to you. So yeah, buddy, I’m sure. It doesn’t make you bad. It’s natural to want someone who’s attractive, spends a lot of time with you, and is close to your heart. But I’m sure it’s a bad idea. And I’m sure it’s something that’d only hurt you both in the long run. A lot. Too much can go wrong, and that’s not even counting how messed up the kids from such close relatives can come out. And even if you aren’t thinking of having kids, I mean, it happens sometimes, whether you plan it or not. You’d be gambling with those kids’ lives too, not just your own. And part of being a good man is thinking about stuff like that. Even if it’s more fun to just think with your dick and do what feels good. And I'll talk to her too, this isn't just on you.”