At first it was just curiosity. We wanted to explore each other. I liked how he got hard in my hand, and it felt good it when he examined me. Whenever we heard of something from the kids at school I would sneak into his bedroom at night and we would try it.
One day my brother had gotten some condoms. I guess I knew we would end up doing it sooner or later. It hurt a little at first, but after a while it felt really nice.
But as we cuddled afterwards, I knew something had changed between us. We’d gone far beyond simple curiosity about our bodies. I felt like I really belonged to him now.
“Is this what love is?” I wondered aloud.
“I think so,” my brother replied.
“You feel it too?”
“Yeah.”
I began to dream about moving away with him, having his babies, watching them grow up.
I snuggled against his chest. “We’re together now?”
He caressed my hair. “If you want to be.”
“Forever?” I asked.
He kissed my head. “Forever,” he promised.
