Nobody participating in sexual activity is under the age of 18 when such activity occurs. Not a typical nerd story where the guy has a 12" dick.
If there's a desire to continue this story, let me know. Also, the direction. A lot of phase space available.
My brother, Gordon Paul Chandler, is a genius. My brother is also an idiot. Here's the genius part: Graduated from high school at 14, started work on his BS in physics at 15, got his degree
summa cum laude
at 18, and started working on his PhD in theoretical physics at 19. Now at 20, he had already published two papers. In his entire academic experience he never received less than an A.
Might add that this included physical education, both in high school and college. He wasn't a 98-pound weakling that bullies beat up. He was 5'9 and 160 pounds of well-conditioned muscles.
So, why wasn't he at the top of the world, another Einstein? He had two major flaws, one academic and the other worldly. The academic flaw became obvious about the time he started his junior year in college. He had tremendous reasoning power, the ability to understand things and to follow where they led. Alas, he lacked the inventiveness that somebody like Einstein possessed: The ability to take a giant leap into the unknown. He was very limited in that capacity. While he'd likely win a Nobel Prize, he wouldn't ever be an Earth shaker like Einstein, Bohr or Feynman. I'm sure he recognized this and accepted it. He never lied to himself, or to me.
I'm his sister, Allison. All of 22 and nowhere close to his intelligence level. I did OK in my schooling but was glad that he was always just a little behind me in grade level so I never got called Gordon's stupid little sister.
He wasn't a bad looking guy. Light brown hair and blue eyes. A nice smile. If you didn't know him and saw him across the room, his smile would be inviting. I don't know that he ever dated. In high school he was way too young for his classmates. He was 14 while they were 18. In college, he would have been the same age when he was a senior as incoming freshmen. Difficult connection. Add to that, his intellect was massively intimidating. Not that he was arrogant or standoffish. He readily smiled and was friendly. Nothing to immediately put any woman off from wanting to get to know him better.
Then there was his major social (?) flaw. He didn't recognize any shades of gray. Everything was black or white. Not color blind, just incapable of not judging absolutely. He didn't seem capable of understanding that a person could say something that wasn't completely true because they didn't want to hurt another's feelings. That was a lie and he tolerated no liars. He was, unfortunately, lacking tact, so let you know where you stood.
Our poor parents were nervous wrecks till he left home to start college. You can easily imagine the problems his flaw caused. When our parents said there wasn't any more candy, what they meant (as all parents understand) was there wasn't any more candy for you right now. That, of course, wasn't how Gordon (Gordy to me) understood it. No candy meant no candy. When candy was forthcoming later, he just assumed our parents were liars and not to be trusted. Growing up was a challenge. Gordon soon learned to not accept what our parents told him, unless he could verify or was convinced it was OK. He never gave them more than conditional trust.
I was always very careful about what I told him. He was also somewhat believing literally what was said. Therefore, I could get away with saying "There aren't 3 pieces of candy left.", when there were 2 or 4. So, I wasn't being dishonest from his perception. Quibbling, yes, but OK.
Now, Gordy wasn't oblivious to morality. The old question about if it was OK to lie to the Nazi officer that there weren't any Jews in hiding...He wouldn't hesitate to say there were none.
We actually had few arguments while we were growing up and living at home. I couldn't ever win if it came to logic and reasoning. Our interests were so orthogonal (See, I learned to speak a little physics.) that we didn't have much to argue about. His interests were science and math, mine was people. Had a secret weapon, though. When I could drive a discussion into something he couldn't extrapolate to, I won. How do you extrapolate a kiss? He couldn't. I could imagine going from saying hello to an all-out kissing session. He was lost.
Now, I love my brother dearly. I would do anything for him. He loved me as much as was possible in his world. I knew he would do everything for me, up to and including sacrificing his life for me. If that was the mode we existed in, then we would go about our lives with each other as casual siblings. Alas, I was truly and hopelessly in love with him.
When he was in his second year of college, I joined him at the same university. Since we were across the country from Mom and Dad, we decided to share an apartment. Prior to this, Gordy had lived in the dorm. The parents were very happy that we were living together. I was supposed to take care of my little brother - not that he needed my help. He was a physics major and I, being a people person, majored in psychology. Usually, physics departments want their graduates to go to a different university for grad school, but they REALLY wanted him to stay. Gave him a phenomenal fellowship. Since he stayed, we continued to house together. After I graduated, I stayed to get a masters, so our shared housing continued.
One rare Friday evening when he was home instead of at the lab, I was getting ready for a date. My social life was OK. I mean I could have gone out every weekend if I had wanted to. Didn't normally do so, as the dating circuit got old if I didn't take some time off. And there was Gordy, at the fringes of my soul. Guess if I rated myself, I'd be a little above average. Short, 5'1", slender, 106 pounds, with light brown hair and blue eyes. C-cups. Emphasized my ass by wearing tight jeans. Both of us have very light hair, meaning, thin and soft. Even though I have a full bush on my mons, it's more of a savanna than a forest.
I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror putting on a little eyeliner when Gordon walked by.
"Going out tonight?"
"Yeah, Charlie and I are going bowling." Charlie was my on-again, off-again boyfriend. Currently on. We'd been going out irregularly for a year or so.
He surprised me with "Why do you go out with him? He's not good for you. You go out a few times, then get mad at each other. Then you're miserable for a week or two. Doesn't look to be good for you."
"We usually enjoy each other's company, if it's any concern to you."
"He's a loser. He will never be for you. In the long term, you're just a convenient lay that he uses when he can't find something better."
I think my jaw dropped into the sink! In our 20 years, he had never said word one about my social life and here he was giving me advice. Or maybe just a complaint. Now, I had never had any guy come home with me for sex. On the rare occasions when I did have sex, we either went to his place or got a room. Sex was also pretty infrequent. I needed some emotional attachment to the guy before I slept with him. That was kind of hard to generate because I was in love with Gordy. I didn't see any path for Gordy and me, other than as brother and sister - no matter how I dreamed.
"That's none of your fucking business. I'll go out with anyone I want...Why the sudden concern, anyway?"
"I'm not telling you who you can date. I'm simply telling you what's happening with Charlie. You don't need me to tell you that. You know it yourself but chose to ignore it."
He was right, of course, but I didn't want to admit it. "Well, that's not completely true..."
"Sure it is. You're just not being honest with yourself."
"Maybe it's not as simple as you think."
"You think that he might change into something to make you happy? Never going to happen."
"How do you know? You run a mathematical analysis on our relationship?"
"Don't need to. I happened to be sitting behind him at the coffee shop, where he diddn't see me. He was telling his friend, Kendall, about him getting horny and needing to call up his sloppy hole. Said she would have forgiven him by now...It was pretty obvious who he was talking about. Took considerable restraint to keep from dumping coffee on his head.
But I really didn't need to hear that. Even my socially inept self understood his lying ass...He's a piece of shit that only wants to fuck you - when he feels like it."
"People don't always say exactly what they think. He could have been just strutting."
"Then he's demonstrated that he's a liar and not to be trusted."
"How would you know? You've never been on a date in your life!"
