Deal With It Tomorrow

Our hug parts and he looks at me with concern. "What's wrong?"

"Fuck, I think that hack hypnotist put the zap on you."

"The zap?"

"Jamie, clap three times."

He does so without hesitation.

"Why did you clap?"

"You told me to."

"But did you want to? Did you even think about it?"

"Uhhh."

"Jamie, tell me that you love grandma's homemade sauerkraut."

"I love grandma's homemade sauerkraut." He says, blinks, then furrows his eyebrows. "Wait...I hate sauerkraut!"

"Exactly!" I say. "Elvis broke something in your head."

"Oh." He sits quietly for a moment. "I feel okay. Everything seems normal."

"Normal would be NOT jumping out of a moving truck."

"True."

"Normal would be...not wanting to...well, you know."

His body slumps lower and he turns his face from me, his shaggy red hair covering his expression from me. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. But...fuck man. It is kinda weird."

His hands clasp together and he shakes his head in frustration. "It's not fair. I didn't mean to say it out loud. I never thought...that would come out. It never should have come out like this. This is so humiliating."

"Jamie, dude, you shouldn't even be thinking shit like that in the first place."

"I know." He says. "I know, I know, I know. I can't help it. I've always been attracted to you. I know we can't actually do anything but...I just can't help it. Don't you have...things that turn you on but you never tell anyone about?"

I think a moment. I could get kinky in the bedroom but overall my tastes were rather tame. I liked beautiful women. I liked lingerie on beautiful women. I liked touching and tasting and fucking beautiful women. Pretty vanilla stuff.

I shrug. "I dunno, not really."

He sighs. "I guess I'm just messed up. I'm just a messed up little fag."

"Stop that!" I gently grip his arm. "You are not messed up. Family stuff is a pretty common kink if online porn is any indication. Hey, I'm flattered. Okay? If I wasn't your brother...who knows."

His blue-green gaze darts my direction and he looks at me with a strange intensity I'd never seen before. The way the street light shone in across his face made his vibrant eyes seem to glow with a light of their own. God, he really was a beautiful man. If we weren't kin I really might be tempted to bat for the other team for a night.

Patting his arm I say. "Why don't we just forget that ever happened, okay?"

He nods and looks away again.

"Besides, right now we have to decide what we're going to do with you. It can't be healthy to be mind controlled like this."

"You could make me do anything." He whispers, more to himself it seemed than to me. He shivers, perhaps from the cold. "Anything."

"Exactly. We gotta get you fixed up."

We sit for a time pondering the situation. Jamie squirmed, still awkward from our previous conversation. I had already put it out of my mind. With the way he idolized me the brotherly crush didn't come as a complete shock. But what do I do with him now? Being a Sunday night the chances of finding a psychologist, or whoever you went to for such things, seemed slim to none. We could try to track down Elvis the Extraordinary but I didn't trust that guy one bit. He'd probably end up doing more harm than good.

"Brock." My brother says in a soft voice.

"What is it bud?"

"You said you had a birthday present for me?" He looks over at me with a sweet smile. "Can I have it?"

I laugh. "Bro, we got bigger things to deal with here. Your brain is broken."

He pats my large hand and holds it for a second. The skin of his palm was a soft as silk. "We can't do anything tonight and, I mean, so what if I have to obey you. There is nobody I'd trust more with that power than you. You'll look after me. Won't you?"

I reach across and ruffle his hair to which he giggles and scrunches his face up. "I will always look after you bro." I promise him.

"And I'll always look after you." He whispers. Straightening up in his seat he asks again. "So, can I have my present?"

"It's back at my place."

"Well...let's go to your place then." He bats his big eyes. "I'd like to get it while it's still my birthday."

"Sure, why not. It will give us time to figure out what we're doing." I give him a stern point of my finger. "Buckle up!"

He does so. I pull out and start to drive to my place. My heart was still beating from nearly watching my beloved baby brother leap from my truck. I would have to be very careful what I said around him.