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Summer Fun with my Brother

Summer with my Little Brother

My little brother Ricky had just finished his junior year of high school, when our parents asked me to let him stay at my place for a couple of weeks.

Mom and Dad were going on an Alaskan cruise and didn't think Ricky was capable of taking care of himself.

Ricky had turned 18 about a month ago, but was held back in kindergarten, because he was sort of immature. He's still lacking in maturity and Mom and Dad just don't trust him on his own yet.

Of course, I agreed to let him stay with me.

Mom had dropped Ricky off at my place, on their way to the port. Dad hadn't even bothered to get out of the car, as they were already running late for their 11am departure time.

After giving me the obligatory sibling-greeting hug, Ricky had immediately started unpacking his Playstation and was now crouching behind my TV, connecting cables.

He's always been a bit socially awkward and usually spent most of his time playing some first-person shooter-game, or another. It really contributed to his 'nerd persona'.

I was hoping that I could use this opportunity to bring him out of his shell. You know, get him out into the 'real world'.

Finally finished, Ricky plopped down, sinking into my plush couch and turned on the TV, waiting for his game system to boot up.

"You hungry kiddo?" I asked.

"Always," he answered, as he logged into his gaming account.

"Alright, I'm gonna make us some sandwiches," I said. Then I headed into the ...

... kitchen.

I have always loved my baby bro, Ricky. For me, he wasn’t the typical annoying little brother. The five years of age difference between us meant that there wasn’t much fighting when we were younger. There also wasn’t a lot of talking or relationship building either.

I always thought of him as a cute little kid; as he's grown up, his chubby little belly and rosy cheeks have only reinforced that image.

As I pulled packs of cheese and meat out of the fridge, I felt that burning sensation; the one you get when you feel someone's watching you.

When I looked over my shoulder, I saw Ricky was checking me out. His eyes snapped back to the TV, when he saw me looking.

I guess my tiny loose fitting short-shorts were more interesting than the video game.

I grinned slyly to myself. His staring didn’t really bother me. Men and boys have ogled me for years.

I mean, I make a pretty good living by showing off my body to horny guys on the internet.

The fact that it was my own little brother, did creep me out a little bit.

"Hey bro," I said. "Ready to eat?"

Without an answer, he paused the game, pushed up off the couch and came to sit at the bar that separates my kitchen from the living room.

He plopped down on the barstool, across the counter from me, as I leaned over, sliding him a plate.

When I settled back onto my own barstool, I noticed his eyes were locked on my chest. When I looked down at my chest, I found the reason.

My thin t-shirt was tented ...