Growing up, I hated my brother. He was always a jerk to me. Kicking sand at me in the sandbox, breaking my favorite toy and lying to my parents to stay out of trouble. He was the worse. I always got the short end of every thing while he enjoyed being praised, got attention from mom and earned special privileges on the weekend.
Our parents meet each other in college and soon fell in love. They married a year later. A few months later Chris was born and mom decided to be a stay at home mom. Dad continued his college courses and got a degree in computer engineering. A few months after Chris, I was born. Mom was happy to have two sons.
As we got older, we developed differently. Chris was everything I was not. He was tall, handsome, well built, popular and attractive. I on the other hand was short, fat, unpopular and a loser. He made sure to remind me of it every day in highschool.
He would stuff me in my locker, have his two friends dunk my head in the school toilet and flush it, he'd eat my lunch and embarrassed me to no end in front of girls.
At home, it was still the same thing as in school. I was humiliated to no end. Whenever our parents questioned the marks on me, he'd tell them that we were rough housing. They believed him over me.
He always got away with everything. Mom began to pamper him more.
Then we both entered senior year, and by then I was still unpopular and a loser. I was also still a virgin, while Chris got laid practically every weekend. Whenever we had a party at our house, I was made to stay in my room.
A few months after, I began to notice how's mom's treatment for him changed. She'd allow him to stay up late on a school night, always asked him to go shopping with her and even skip school sometimes. On the days he missed, she'd call the office and make up some excuse for him. She'd even take him out to eat sometimes as a special reward, if he got good grades.
I never got that treatment, why was mom spending more time with him instead of me? I wish she'd look at me that way. She'd still praise me, whenever I got a good report card, but she'd never spoil me like him.
Then I'd notice how quickly they'd move away from each other whenever I entered the room. How mom would usher me away when they were watching a movie or talking. She also started wearing revealing outfits and giggled whenever he commented on them.
One weekend, dad had to travel to another business and told everyone that it'll be for a week. No one was more excited than mom. After dropping dad off at the airport, Chris took the front seat while I sat in the back. Mom and him talked the whole time. Laughing and joking around with each other. I began to get jealous.
