You think about it for a second, and look back. He looks kind of silly with his. . . Thing out. Like an infant almost. It starts to droop the longer you stare, and the longer his heart isn't pumping blood any longer.
You ponder What could I do to show him who's boss. To make up for being so mean to me for all these years? You've got the perfect thing in mind.
~Follow my exact instructions~ You say, before smacking yourself on the forehead. DUH! You walk over to the blinds making sure they're closed, and continue by sitting on the couch and and patting your lap.
~Come over here and lean over my legs~
Your brother walks over and lays his belly across your legs. You've never taken this close of inspection of your brother in a long time. His curly, dark sandy blonde hair is at your hands. He's in better shape than you, of course, but he's still got a cute little belly that's being pressed into your crotch. You look down at his bare bottom and realize how much more plum it is than yours.
Jesus, he even has better feminine features than me! You exclaim in frustration.
You take one hand and rub his bottom. Well, at least I'm not as hairy as him. You say to yourself.
You look over to another part of the couch, and see something that smears a devilish grin across your face. You stretch over to it while balancing your brother on your lap. You raise a hand and then lower it, thinking carefully, and the place a command.
~You may whimper or yelp~
You roll the magazine you had spotted in hand and spank him with all your might.
SMACK
"AH!" He cried. You rub his cheek as his cheek gets redder.
How far am I going to go with this?