My brother Brian and I were always close. It started as early as I could remember: playing in the mud together, taking baths together, running around in the park, to always hanging out in high school. Even now that he was in college and I was ready to graduate from high school, we always managed to find time to talk and hang out when we could. If anyone asked me of course I would tell them I loved my brother. I mean doesn't every sister? Some people made comments to us, about how much time we spent together or what an effort I always made to see him. But we were just really close. I suppose they were always jealous. That was just the way it was.
I always thought of him as a handsome guy and it was a surprise to me that he never dated anyone steadily. I figured he was just holding out for the right girl and I didn't blame him. There were a lot of tramps out there. In my mind whatever girl my brother wound up with would be the right one at the right time. After all, when it came to these sorts of things—timing was really everything.
One evening I found myself on the other side of town and I decided to drop in on him at school. I had been to his dorm a few times so I knew my way around the school. After parking the car I made my way through the campus toward his dorm. The college was always full of people and I figured Brian would probably be out with friends, but maybe I could catch him. I felt very "college girl" that night with my white tank top and black skirt with a pink band in my hair.
The truth was, one reason I went to see Brian at school was to check out the guys. It was slim pickings at my school and I figured this bunch would be a little more mature. The last guy I dated was in college and though we were together almost a year I found I never really fell for him. He was great in bed and as I walked through this school thinking of him, it occurred to me that was why I stayed with him for so long. Oh well, he was gone now and I was on the prowl.
I slipped into the door as a couple was coming out, went up the three flights of stairs and made my way to Brian's room. I liked to sneak up on him when I could, so when I came to his door I checked the handle to see if it was unlocked. It clicked open and I darted in with a big grin.
"Brian!" I yelled.
The first thing I heard was, "Ah! Ah!" My eyes widened as I saw my brother on the couch with his pants undone and his dick in his hand. On the large TV was a particularly graphic porno. Brian looked at me with a flushed face and he tried to put himself back in his pants.
"Oh shit!" He whispered.
"Um...damn it," I said turning my head away awkwardly.
He ruffled with something on the couch and managed to turn the TV off. "Michelle...what the hell are you doing here?" He asked attempting to be angry instead of embarrassed.
"I..." I looked back at his cute red face and for the first time I felt a little grossed out. "I was just near by and I thought I would see what you were up to." I moved toward the door. "I'm sorry...it was stupid."
"Yes it was! You should try knocking," He said weakly looking away from me awkwardly.
"I will next time. I think I should go," I said squeezing the handle.
He didn't say anything and just looked away.
"See you later," I muttered and I left him there frowning on the couch.
I walked up the hall quickly still processing what had just happened. I knew my brother looked at porn. I mean that was a reality all sisters go through once their brother's go through puberty. But what the hell was he doing? It was 7 pm on a Friday night—not exactly prime hours for TV watching let alone porn. Plus he looked so demoralized. I walked to the lobby of the dorm and looked around. Suddenly it hit me: everywhere I looked there were couples. A couple on the couch making out, another couple walking hand and hand, another couple just left the building. Brian was all alone.
I took a deep breath. Ok he was lonely. But he was so cute and so fun! What the hell was wrong with these girls? I turned around and made my way back to his room. Brian and I had always been able to talk, why didn't he ever tell me about this? I knocked on his door.
"Come in," he said after a moment.
I walked in casually and closed the door. He was still sitting on the couch with the TV off and his face was still red. He looked up at me, rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Um...hey Brian," I said as I sat on the couch a few feet from him.
He looked at the floor. "Hi," he said in a quiet voice.
We both sat awkwardly for a minute. I looked up at him and he looked at me.
"I'm sorry..." I started to say.
"No don't be," he replied. He was quiet then added, "I bet you think I am some kind of loser."
