Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Little brothers can be such an asspain. They show up when you’re the center of everyone’s world and just steal your spotlight. Really fucking annoying, you know? But they end up growing on you. The way they look up at you adoringly and make you the center of their world is charming. As the big sister, you can’t stop yourself from wanting to protect them, and that means you keep a dutiful eye on them. It allows you to know things about them that they don’t or won’t tell anyone.
Just like how I knew my little brother was gay the moment we walked into the awakening aisle. Even if maybe he hadn’t really understood it himself.
The Awakening Aisle
You don’t know what the awakening aisle is? It’s that one in the superstore that all little boys have to walk through when they begin to grow up. See, my brother was finally getting to that age where tightie whities with superhero characters on them weren’t cool anymore. So he begged my mom for big boy undies, boxers! He needed boxers to be cool like his friends. So she agreed; it was time. I thought it’d be just another shopping trip, but something was different when Mom dragged my brother and I down that aisle.
I saw his face as he looked over the shelves. Rows and rows of half-naked male models stared back at my little brother, and he couldn’t look away from them. As if the sculpted pecs and carved abdominals were something he didn’t know he’d been looking for. Lust bloomed in his eyes; right there, right in front of my eyes, was his gay awakening.
“Do you like this pair?” My mother asked, but it wasn’t the soft fabric my brother was in awe of. Instead, it was the hot male model on the packaging. My brother nodded and took the package in his hands to hold it closer. I watched him shift from foot to foot as my mother continued to toss boxers in the cart.
His cheeks got red, and I saw his jeans tent a little. His hand pushed down his first boner, but it didn’t matter because I’d seen it. I poked his shoulder, and he looked up at me with guilt on his face. A big sister always knows.
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