big brother who can't keep a hand off of you. who always has a hand on the small of your back in crowded malls (or near empty ones). who always holds your hand while crossing busy streets (or any chance he gets). who guides you by the shoulder if you're walking the wrong direction (or occasionally by the hip). you don't question it, because he's just helping you! always taking care of you, keeping an eye on you. he's really just a good big brother.
then one day, out of nowhere. he places a hand on your knee during dinner. you look at him, confused, but all he gives in return is an unassuming smile. so you don't question it. he does it again the very next day, but it's noticeably higher. you're squirming throughout the entire meal.
you're watching a movie together at some point, sat side by side. halfway into the movie, his hand is placed on your thigh. his hand is heavy, warm. there's a flush crawling up the back of your neck and your gaze flickers towards himā he's not looking at you. then it drifts up, and up, and upupup and hnmmpphgggā
he's leaning into your space and asks, "you okay? does it feel good?" when you nod jerkily, he grins in the low light, pleased. "that's good, sweetheart. just relax, 'kay? 'm taking care of you." he's right. right, right. he's just taking care of you. big brother knows you so well.
