Brotherload
He saw his brother’s secret, then tasted it. And nothing ever felt forbidden again.
My brother had a girlfriend. Always talked about her tits like they proved he had life figured out. He acted straight like it was in his bones. Confident, laid-back, always the loudest laugh in the room. Twenty-six, worked construction, drove a truck that rattled the windows, never missed a gym day. He was that kind of guy. The kind you figured out in five seconds. At least I thought so. I’m twenty-three. I work retail. M...