BadBrother
Really Really Experienced
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- Oct 6, 2001
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OOC: Kyle Parker. 18 and 4 days old. 5'10. 160. Brown hair. Grey eyes.
"Guess what?" Mom said, peeking her head in the doorway. "I just heard from my baby sister. She's going to fly in for your party."
"Aunt Grace?" I asked, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice. She had always been my favorite aunt, but I hadn't seen her in over......
Had it really been six years?
"It's a special occasion," she said. "Her only nephew is turning 18."
I'm already 18, Mom," I pointed out.
"But the party isn't until this weekend," she countered. "Until then, you're still my little boy....."
She ducked when I playfully threw a pillow at her. Then she walked away.
God.
Aunt Grace.
I couldn't believe how happy I was at the thought of seeing her again. She was a lot younger than my Mom. She was......
26? 27? One or the other.
I could still remember how pretty I thought she was.
I wondered if she had changed.
I know I had.
Thinking about my aunt made my sweatpants swell.
But thinking about anyone of the opposite sex made my sweatpants swell.
There wasn't anything wrong with that.
Was there?
"Guess what?" Mom said, peeking her head in the doorway. "I just heard from my baby sister. She's going to fly in for your party."
"Aunt Grace?" I asked, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice. She had always been my favorite aunt, but I hadn't seen her in over......
Had it really been six years?
"It's a special occasion," she said. "Her only nephew is turning 18."
I'm already 18, Mom," I pointed out.
"But the party isn't until this weekend," she countered. "Until then, you're still my little boy....."
She ducked when I playfully threw a pillow at her. Then she walked away.
God.
Aunt Grace.
I couldn't believe how happy I was at the thought of seeing her again. She was a lot younger than my Mom. She was......
26? 27? One or the other.
I could still remember how pretty I thought she was.
I wondered if she had changed.
I know I had.
Thinking about my aunt made my sweatpants swell.
But thinking about anyone of the opposite sex made my sweatpants swell.
There wasn't anything wrong with that.
Was there?