A good brother

"KIDS! DINNER!"

The sound of your moms voice pierces your ears, even though you're in your bedroom on the second floor.

Her screech couldn't have come at a more inopportune time, you had finally convinced your new girlfriend, Veronica, to make out with you on your bed. You had just started, when you heard the call.

You: "So early? Ignore her, I'm not hungry anyways...", you say, wanting to continue kissing her ruby lips.

She giggles: "That would be rude, Brian. I wanna make a good impression on your mom, you know."

Sighing, you agree.

Not thirty minutes after bringing Veronica upstairs for the first time, your mom calls you down again. No doubt she was wondering what you two were doing up there, so she whipped up a quick meal to have an excuse to make you come downstairs.

Coming into the dining room, you see that mom has put the fancy red dinner cloth on, to impress Veronica, no doubt. You've only recently started to appreciate the fact that your family even has a dining room. Since according to your friends at school, most people don't have that, let alone a second bedroom.

Coming from an affluent family, sheltered by privilege, you never really realized what life was like for other, less wealthy families. Not that you're really rich, but Dad does so well, that you've never wanted for any money.

You find your place at the head of the table, since Dad is away on business. Your mother comes into the room with what looks like a heated up casserole from the freezer.

Mom: "Brian, honey, can you go get your brother for dinner, please?"

You: "Mom, I just sat down..."

Mom: "Oh please. Here Veronica, will you help me set the table, sweetie?" she says dismissively with a hand wavy motion towards you.

Veronica: "Of course, Mrs. Pole."

You: "Why can't you get Galen, mom?" you say, exasperated.

Mom: "You know your brother doesn't listen to me, and he's always got that Cone of Doily game on and whatnot."

You: "Call of Duty? Jeez mom, you're SO old" you laugh as you leave the dining room, and head to the basement where your bigger brother, Galen, lives.

Galen. Your thirty six year old brother who has lived in your parents basement since you were a little kid. You're only nineteen and have already accomplished more in your life than he has, only by graduating high school.

Yet he has this superiority complex, where he thinks he's way smarter than he thinks he is. It's incredibly annoying, and it's impossible to debate him, or convince him that he's wrong, about anything. He's convinced himself that he actually aced all the tests in school, and the teachers just had it out for him.

"Galen?" You yell out for your brother as you open the basement doors. A draft forms, sucking the heavy air from the basement straight into your face. It smells so sour, a mix of body odor, bad breath and sadness. Really, really foul.

Not wanting to go down there, you call his name again, but no answer. So you yourself to go down, finally. Eventually, you can hear him, and see why he didn't answer.

He's playing Call of Duty, like your mother suggested, and has his headphones on, screaming at the other players. He's sitting slouched in front of his TV, with no goddamn clothes on.

Galen: "I'LL FUCK YOUR SKULL YOU ASS CUNT! GET FUCKED! AAAAAAA"

He screams, sticking his tongue out like he's developmentally disabled, which he just might be, actually.

You: "Ughhh! Put some clothes on, what the fuck?!"

Galen: "HEY BRO, DON'T STARE, I KNOW YOU'RE A FAGGOT BUT I'M NOT! HAHAHA!" He screams at the top of his lungs, since the game is so loud, not realizing it's completely silent down here, except for him.

Galen is, for lack of a better term, in bad shape. A diet of McDonalds and Mountain Dew, coupled with the sedentary life of unemployment and gaming all day has left him fat, although not obese, balding at the top, but still has a ponytail that reaches his shoulders on the back. There's hardly anything more motivating to you to exercise, and finish school, than seeing Galen right now. It's pathetic, sitting there, naked in your own sweat, yelling at teenagers over the internet from your moms basement. His body doesn't event had consistent body hair, he's got splotches of it here and there, mostly making him look like a pale, mostly hairless troll.

His only redeeming quality is the source of all his undeserved confidence; his eight and a half inch horses cock that's swinging between his legs as he sits on the edge of the moist sofa. Not that he's ever actually used it. For all intents and purposes, he's a virgin. He says he's had sex before, but nobody believes it, since none of the girls live in town. No, mostly you're sure that his closet is full of sex toys, dolls and fleshlights that he never cleans. His desk is evidence enough, a veritable shrine to the god of porn. Covered in tissues and lotion, with a lewd anime girl posing as his screensaver. Disgusting.

Needless to say, you and Galen have never been close, although you'd wish he'd stop this nonsense and grow up so you can be a whole family again. It would be nice to have a real brother to lean on, in the future.

You: "Mom's made dinner, come on..."

Galen: "Yeah, whatever, i'mma finish this game"

You: "...and put some clothes on, we have company. My girlfriend Veronica is visiting."

Galen: "No way, she's real? I'm coming...she's bound to be a twink or something, you're so gay dude..."

You: "Fuck you..."

He puts some basketball shorts on, and a dirty sports jersey, and runs upstairs, punching you in the arm.

Galen: "CHARLIE HORSE!"

You: "OOOWW!! Fuckin idiot! That's the leg!"