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NSFW: yes

I stand outside my brother’s room. He’s got the week out of college and I haven’t moved from our parents’ place but Rachel and I are in the process of narrowing our options on a place to distribute. My brother’s door is open a crack, he’s asleep on his bed, back to the door. He’s got a sheet pulled up to his waist, the night is warm. It’s been nice having him back these past few days. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still the pain in the ass prankster that delighted getting the joke over on his gullible sis, but it seems more like.. a well worn tradition than genuine antagonism. Maybe he’s growing up. Maybe I’m growing up. I watch the motions of his respiration and realize I have the perfect opportunity for revenge here. He’s at his most vulnerable, all I need now is a plan. I tip toe to his desk and grab a Sharpie, then round the foot of his bed, making my way toward his unprotected face. But halfway along the length of his bed, I step on a squeaky board. Instead of waking, my brother flops onto his back. His arms and legs flung out to discover to cool spots on the bedding, he mutters something incoherent. I’m frozen in place until he’s still again. My eyes travel from his face down his body. I’m trying to think what and where to draw when my eyes make it to where his body is covered in the sheet and I see.. I see he’s having a very good dream. I remember when we were younger, he caught me peeking at him in the bathroom and he was pissed. I was just curious and was too embarrassed to talk about it, which is what he said I should have done. Yeah, he was mad at me, gave me what- for about respecting his privacy. And here I discover myself looking down at him in a vulnerable moment and I have the most unsettling urge. I want to touch him. Where I’ve never touched him before. I wonder what it felt like: I’d seen, but never touched. I am actually leaning forward, reaching for the tented sheet, when he stirs once again and I am out of his room like a shot.

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