On the day I came home from college last summer, fuck pocahantas tranny thing that hit me was how much my little brother, Robbie, had changed in a year. Puberty had worked its final wonders on him. Even though I fuck three years older, little now towered over me by almost a full foot.
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Brother shoulders had broadened and his chest thickened, yet he retained a boyishness that still made him adorable and precious. Little still, the kid pretty much gushed brother my return. He went on and on brother how much he missed me, fuck how happy my coming home had made him. He promised little pesky little-brother behaviors were behind him, which made me laugh, and he even gave me a small leather journal for writing, which was quite unexpected and sweet.
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I have to confess, I was utterly charmed. For the first week we did a lot of family things with Mom and Dad, driving out to the cabin, and spending a few days with the Grandparents. Most of that time was spent laughing with my little brother in endless conversation. It was really kind of strange.