Mom was away for the night

His eyes were shivering in fear, or was it anticipation. He was nervous and for whatever reason, I had little care. He was a boy, a teenage boy. You can’t break one of those.

It was dark in his bedroom. I was sure it was warm but my skin still crawled with millions of shivering bugs. All I wore was two thin pieces of cloth, one draping down from my shoulders to the second one hugging my hips and looping between my legs. I was sixteen, but still so vulnerable to my little brother in just those two cutlets of fabric; in the dark, walking slowly to his bed.

His eyes were shivering.

Reaching the mattress he laid so soundless on, I ran my bare fingers over the sheets I helped mom pick out to fit his new queen sized birthday bed. My fingertips coiled under the rims of them and lifted back.

Father –

He was sound asleep. The pill I slipped him made sure of that; or at least made sure that if he woke up, he wouldn’t remember in the morning.

I stared at his massive masculine body under the sheets.

“Daddy,” I whispered in a cooing voice. No reply.