I pulled up in our driveway after a long week of college. It was my sophomore year in college and classes were a bitch now that the intro classes were out of the way. I always look forward to going home on the weekends, but this one was particularly special.
I walked in the door and saw my little brother eating a bowl of ice cream. He had his back to me so he didn't know I was here yet.
"Hey, Kyle."
Kyle spun around and the instant he saw me a big grin filled his face. He always looked so happy to see me. It has been that way since I could remember. Kyle and I have always had this special bond between us. I often felt bad for my older brother because we never have been as close to him as we have been to each other. I don't think Kyle and I have ever even had a fight.
If anyone was to say Kyle was anything but gorgeous, they would need to be admitted to an asylum. He had a baby face with black hair on top and emerald green eyes. His skin was soft and hairless. He had a short, lean body that he dressed with nothing but name brand clothing. To sum things up, he was attractive enough to make male models look like dogs.
I am also attractive, but not quite as attractive as Kyle. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. I have a tall, muscular build and have a hairy body.
"You need to come home more often, Robbie."
My name is Robert. I also go by Rob, but if anybody tries calling me Bob or Bobby, they will get a knuckle sandwich. Kyle is the only person I let call me Robbie, but that's because it wouldn't be as special to me if other people started calling me that.
"I come home every weekend."
"That is not often enough. It is only an hour away. Why don't you come home more often?"
Kyle probably adores me almost as much as I adore him. He always gives me a hard time for being gone all the time. I even talk to him everyday on the phone for at least an hour but it still doesn't even seem to satisfy him.
I walked up to him and gave him a bear hug. He started laughing, like I knew he would.
I let him go. "Sorry I couldn't make it to your birthday party yesterday. But we have all weekend to make up for it. Let's head out."
Kyle and I were actually going to go gambling tonight and tomorrow night. I let Kyle make the reservations at the hotel for the weekend.
After we got all our luggage packed up and loaded into the vehicle, we drove to the hotel. When we got the hotel, we went and got our key and went into our room. I was kind of surprised at seeing how small it was, especially since it only had one bed. Kyle didn't seem the least bit surprised and just smiled about the room.
"Are you ready to go gambling, Robbie?"
"I sure am. Let's go."
The casino was in no way small. It was really crowded despite its large size. Kyle and I started playing the slot machines and he won big almost instantly.
We played for a few hours, and I was about to pull the crank when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked over and his bucket of money was gone. He must have already cashed in. "I am already kind of tired. Is it alright if we just head back to the hotel?"
"Yeah, I guess. I might as well stop while I am ahead."
We didn't say much on the way back. He seemed to be in deep thought for some reason. I just shrugged to myself and opened the door to the room. He followed me in and went straight for his suitcase. He grabbed his toothbrush and pajamas and went into the bathroom, still not saying a word. When he came out of the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and got into my pajamas as well.
When I got out of the bathroom, he was on the right side of the bed. I crawled into the left side and shut the light off. The bedroom should have been dark but the lights outside were bright so everything in the room was visible, including Kyle. What a crappy hotel room.
"Robbie?"
"Yeah?"
"It is really hot in here. Do you mind if I take my shirt off?"
This question surprised me. We both grew up in a very conservative family and our mother would absolutely freak out if she saw somebody not wearing a shirt. According to her, the only times you have your shirt off are when you are bathing, swimming, or changing clothes. No exceptions. She would ground us if she ever caught us without one on. Even if it was to sleep in a room completely by yourself. Now do I mind if Kyle doesn't wear a shirt to cover his hot body?
