“It's not a big deal. You said you don't like her. I don't see any reason to stay with someone you don't like.”
“But she's your girlfriend! You can't just act like this.”
“And so?” He gently caressed my face. “You are my baby boy. Anything you want will be yours. All you have to do is say the word, and it will be yours.”
“But—”
“Don't say a word.” He ruffled my hair, “now, go and bathe, I will prepare lunch in a minute.”
“A minute? You are not serious. Even if you are flash, you can't cook that fast.”
“And what if I say I can?”
“Should we bet?”
“If it pleases you,” He shrugged as he entered the kitchen.
“I will be back!”
I rushed up to my room and decided to have my bath.
“Lunch is ready!” Brother called twenty or so minutes later.
“I'm coming!” I place the hand drier I was drying my hair with, on the table, and walk straight to my closet.
The clothes my brother bought for me called out to me.
“I don't want to wear you,” I frown at the clothes. “It's not summer yet.”
The reason I wanted to buy these clothes was because of the summer party I planned to go to with Jane.
“Hurry, this food might have got cold had you wasted ten more minutes.” Brother glanced up.
He opened his mouth to talk, but no words escaped his mouth.
“What's wrong?” I close the distance between us and sat on my chair next to him.
“Nothing.” He blinked before his eyes took in the clothes I'm putting on, “why are you wearing them?”
“What's wrong? You bought the clothes, for me to wear, right?” I frown at him.
I know the clothes are too short, but I don't see anything wrong with wearing them.
After all, we are in the house, aren't we?
“Ehem!” He coughed.
Before he turned his face, I could have sworn I saw a red tint on his cheeks.
Could it be that my brother is embarrassed to see me putting on these clothes?
Hmm.
I widened my legs a bit, with an innocent smile plastered on my face.
“What did you cook?” I lean towards the table, and that caused the crop top I was putting on, to rise.
I heard my brother gasp.
However, it was too low for me to make out if it was real, or just a product of my imagination.
“Your favourite. I prepared spaghetti and fish balls.”
“Wow,” I clap my hands in Glee and turned to face my brother, whose cheeks were still red. “You are the best brother in the entire world!”
“I know.” He gently caressed my hair, “I love making you happy. After all, you are my precious baby.”
His words caused my heart to my stomach.
How can someone say those words with a straight face?
Brother dished my food for me. “There is more in the pot if you want more.” He said, before he placed my plate of food in front of me, with a smile brighter than the sun, on his face.
“Thank you!” I widened my legs some more, despite knowing that my panties were showing.
Call me brazen, or whatever you wish to call me, I just don't care.
All I want to have is my brother's attention on me. And if I can get that by acting like it, then, I don't care.
I heard his second intake of breath as he tried not to look at me.
What's happening?
Could it be that my brother is embarrassed because of my almost nudity?
“What's wrong, brother?”
“Nothing.” He took his plate of food, and turned, “I have to meet with some of my friends after this.”
“Should I come with you?” I place the plate on the table and turned to face him.
“You are still grounded, baby boy,” Brother said in that stubborn tone that I hate more than anything else. It just gets on my nerves to hear him speak to me with that tone.
“Please,” I join my hands. “I don't want to stay here all alone,” I beg, “please take me with you. Your baby boy doesn't want to be alone.”
Brother frowned a bit before he sighed, “you can follow me.”
“Yah!” I jump up from the chair. “I'm going with big brother.” I jumped around, happily dancing with abandon.
Presently, I forgot that I was eating lunch with my brother.
“Your food is getting cold.” He said in a bit of a strained tone.
Brother's voice, caused me to stop dancing around.
“Oops.”
I forgot that I was in the same room as my brother.
“Sorry about it. I'm just happy that I'm going with you.”
Brother chuckled, “you are only going with me to meet my boring friends. There is no cause for you to be happy about it.”
“You don't understand.” I sat on the chair and resumed eating while I hummed to the tone of music I love listening to.
Brother didn't say any words as he ate. He slowly ate the food, with a pained expression on his face, as he tried not to look at me.
What's wrong with brother?
I wondered, but didn't ask him about it.
Perhaps, there is something that has him occupied to the extent he can't talk.
Could it be that he's thinking of Dinma.
“Thanks for lunch, brother.” I rose from the chair I was sitting on and carried the plate to the kitchen.
“You know, brother,” I turned when I reached the door of the kitchen.
I could have sworn I caught my brother looking at my arse.
However, I know that's not possible.
There is no way for that to be possible.
Brother has no reason to look at my arse.
“What's it?” He swallowed.
Brother didn't look at me. He has his attention solely focused on the food in front of him.
“I've forgotten what I wanted to ask.” I chuckle, “I don't think it's important.”
Just the thoughts of my brother looking at my arse, caused me to forget what it was I called him for.
“Oh,” brother said before he resumed eating.
He didn't bother looking at me, which I find odd.