I guess my brother had just always been there. He’d always been so loving and supportive, and complimentary. As I grew up and filled out, his compliments never stopped, but there was nothing weird about it. And when I came home after a big break-up, compliments were all that I wanted. I started pushing it further and further - “What do you think of my ass, bro?” “What do you think of my tits?”
He never acted any different. He just looked at my exposed top, and told me exactly what he thought of them. He was so sweet…I just had to hear what he thought of my skills in the bedroom.