Her Brother

Finally, she was home. Her brother Michael, a sophomore, was home first, but that was no surprise. He was serving a suspension for pulling a fire alarm. He was good-natured at heart, but had to be the most immature boy in his class. Very little impulse control. He was growing up outwardly… he shot up like a weed, had a strong jaw, and was building some muscle. But he was still the class clown, and as immature as a high schooler could get.

“Hey.” She entered, seeing just the back of her brother’s head on the couch playing video games. That was all the courtesy she gave before bee-lining to the stairs to her room.

“Wait-“ he said, stopping Laura in her tracks. “Make me a sandwich.”

“Uh, how about fuck no-“ she said as her body swiveled into the kitchen and took her to the door of the refrigerator. Unfortunately, her hands knew exactly what was on Michael’s favorite sandwich, and how he liked it cut. In two minutes, she brought it to him on a plate, confused beyond belief. Michael had never looked up from his game.

“Dang, that’s service. Can I have a drink?”

“Fuck off.”

“Come on. Get me a drink.”

She had almost made it to the stairs this time before, yet again, her body served her brother’s command. She assembled and brought Michael a tray with a glass of ice, a bottle of coke, and a napkin, just as he would have wanted it.

Now suspicious, he paused his game and looked at her intently. Laura’s heart sank.

“Pour it for me.”

She did.

She was nervous, and he could tell. The corners of his mouth curled into a grin that made her blood run cold.

“Rub my shoulders.”

She did. And, enough to make her nauseous, she was doing her best.

“What the fuck…” she muttered, her eyes darting back and forth.

“HA!! What the hell is going on??” He stood up and faced her.