Despite what you might assume, I did not do dirty stuff with my brother that night. Instead, we committed an act that was far, far worse.
We sat on the couch, snuggled against each other and watched a movie. I rested my head on his broad shoulder. He cradled my side and stroked my hair. We sat there, wrapped around each other like it was the most natural thing in the world.
After the movie was over, we did something even more hazardous. We talked. Kevin told me about his dreams of being a mechanic. I spoke about being an oncologist -- how one day I was going to cure cancer.
"And I'll custom your car so you can go pick up your Nobel Prize in style," Kevin said. And we both laughed. So easy and accepting.
Then, worst of all, we kissed and went to sleep. Separate beds sure, but still. God
