Do You Want to Try if It Hurts?

My brother's name is Mason Wynn.

Before I was ten, I used to call him by his name directly.

At that time, my mom had just married his dad, and he didn't like having a new little brother suddenly, and I thought having an older brother was quite a hassle.

He couldn't stand me, and I never gave him a good look either.

Until the year I turned fifteen, the girl I had a crush on rejected me and went to confess to Mason Wynn.

In a fit of anger, I rushed into his room and gave him a hard punch.

Mason Wynn, being prideful, couldn't stand such an act, and directly pinned me on the bed to hit me.

He pressed my legs, locked both of my arms with one hand, flipped me over, and spanked me repeatedly.

I never thought he would bully me in such a humiliating way.

It made me cry from embarrassment.

Hearing my suppressed sobs, Mason Wynn turned me over, and I still remember the look on his face.

He pinched my face, and I could feel the tears in my eyes sliding onto the back of his hand.

He wiped my tears and asked from above, "Tyler, will you behave yourself?"

Revenge can wait ten years for a gentleman.

I sobbed and replied, "I'll behave, please stop hitting me."

"Call me brother."

With a hoarse voice, I called, "Brother."

The sunlight was too glaring, and I seemed to catch sight of a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth. Looking closely, that obscure smile was gone.

From then on, whenever we met, he would make me call him brother.

Not only that, even though my classroom was on the other side of the campus from his, he would take the long way to pick me up after school.

As time went by, everyone knew I had a brother.

However, Mason Wynn was quite controlling and didn't like me talking too much with girls; he would get angry if he saw it.

"Haven't I told you, the prettier the girls, the more deceptive they are. You wouldn't want to be deceived, would you?"

Frightened, I repeatedly said, "I don't want to."

Mason Wynn would gently pat my head and praise, "Tyler is such a good kid. But since you've done something wrong, today's punishment can't be skipped."

At some point, my brother set up rules for me: to make friends, I needed his approval, and I had to report to him when going out.

If I violated them, I would be punished.

At first, it was just spanking, then making me learn to bend backward, and later it even became squatting like a horse stance, claiming it was to train my leg muscles to gain strength.

If I couldn't persist, I had to start over.

After each punishment, I would be exhausted, thinking it would be better just to get spanked.

But it seemed ever since Mason Wynn turned eighteen, he rarely spanked me anymore.

I think maybe my brother got tired of that way of punishment.

My close relationship with Mason Wynn only began to change the day he went to college.

Just thinking that I wouldn't have Mason Wynn to pick me up from school and buy me gifts in the future made me feel a sudden sadness, and I ended up hugging him and crying.

Who would have thought I would be so reluctant to let him go?

Or maybe I was just reluctant to lose my walking ATM.

In any case, I was really heartbroken, my heart aching.

My mom and his dad laughed at me, "Your brother is just going to college, not leaving home forever."

Mason Wynn gently patted my back, saying, "Make sure to call your brother every day, okay?"

I nodded tearfully.

He pinched my reddened face again and sighed helplessly, "Tyler, you need to hurry up and turn eighteen."