**Fucking My Dear Brother…**
Last year, over Thanksgiving break, my mom made me and my brother share the guestroom because both sets of grandparents were in our rooms. I never thought we had anything in common because he’s a few years older than I am.
Since we had a bunch of time to spend together, we had a chance to talk. We liked many of the same things, and even worked at the same grocery store over the Summer, etc.
**“I remember working in that store,” my brother said.**
“Really? Was that old brown refrigerator still in the breakroom when you were there?” I sat with him upon the bed. He sat on the old camping cot mom made up for him.
He laughed. “God, yes. It’s still there?”
His laughter made me smile. “Sure is. It’s so ugly. It screeches just before it shuts of and then the motor makes this loud clunk. It’s so annoying. Luckily, I’m only in there for fifteen minutes for my break.”
My brother stared at me with a smile still on his face. It was odd, though, it felt like he was checking me out.
After we spent those few nights in the same room, we got to know each other better, again. My brother let me hang out with him and his friends. He took me places. He was kindhearted. Not the same guy that always grumped at me and went his own way.
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