Me And My BIG Brother Pt 1

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When I think back to my childhood, I remember my family’s lakehouse with fond memories. That old house holds so many memories. My brother and I spent summer after summer in the crystal clear waters, diving off the pier, riding jet skis, and lounging away the hot days. It was a terrific childhood but the year I turned eighteen stands out as the most significant year for me, my brother, and that old house.I am getting ahead of myself. Let me give you a bit of history about the two brothers named Kyle and Kameron.We grew up in the nineties. That was when you still played outside until dark and video games were great but not our lives. It was also a time when being an “out and proud” gay kid was not very popular. Especially in the South. “Will and Grace” was popular but they hadn’t changed the whole country yet.Kyle and I were two years apart but always close and, unusually the best of friends. He was the oldest but growing up, we both had matching swimmers builds, greenish/blue eyes and natural blond/brown hair. Mine was a bit more naturally curly and Kyle’s filled with waves. In our younger years, we were often mistaken as twins. The High School and teen years changed that and removed our similarities. Teenage years tend to separate the masses between the jocks, nerds, preps, and plain awkward. Kyle and I felt that natural selection first hand.Kyle was the typical straight-A gorgeous jock. Football quarterback, straight out of an eighties teen movie. He was the posterboy for that “type.” His athletics and daily workouts guided him to a much larger build than me. I went through a heavy stage in High School. I no longer had a swimmer’s build and my only six-pack was Coca-Cola. I wasn’t into sports but excelled in chorus and drama.I was always a bit “fem” acting. I didn’t set out to be that altıparmak escort way, it’s simply how I was (well, am). I often got a lot of grief because of my natural mannerisms. And anytime Kyle knew about it, he was right there to set the bullies straight. Although we would never have been friends in the eighties teen movie script, we remained as close as any two friends could be.When Kyle left for college, I was devastated. I felt like my world was gone. My days were no longer filled with the warm-hearted big brother and the first year without him, I got very depressed. I stopped eating, but that depression turned out to be a great weight loss plan. We stayed in touch for the first year. I coveted the holidays.His second year, things changed. It was my senior year. It was the first year that I started to “come into my own,” if you will. I got in shape, lost the weight and gained a bit of much-needed independence. Kyle didn’t come home much that year. He was studying to be in the medical field and devoted all his time to school. That was the first year we drifted apart. We slowly developed two separate lives.My Senior year was coming to an end and the summer was beginning. Our parents, being a bit older than the norm, had both retired by the time I finished High School. Dad from establishing and selling a multi-million dollar insurance firm and mom from thirty-plus years in pharmaceuticals. Their dream and plan was to travel.The year was 1998.EVERYTHING changed and I found out what BIG Brother really means.June 5th 1998, I walked across the stage and accepted my High School diploma. (Kyle was too busy to make the event, but I had become used to his absence.)June 6th, my parents hugged me said goodbye and pulled out of görükle escort bayan the driveway in a new 48-foot motor home. They were headed on a three-month trip across the country.June 7th, I threw my bags in the car, locked the house and began the trip to our family’s lakehouse. I had always told my parents that I wanted to spend the summer before college at the lakehouse. I reflected on the past year as I drove the two hours to the lake. It had been a great year but I was still dealing with my sexuality. I hadn’t told anyone, now I realized that everyone knew but me.I’m a procrastinator so by the time I left and got to the house, it was dark. But I was on my own. No parents, no rules, and a whole summer to explore any other “possibly gay, but not really” guys who were at the lake that year? Maybe there was another guy like me looking for a summer romance?I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS HEADED INTO MY LIFE.I pulled up the drive and under the cart port. I walked up the stairs to the familiar front porch. Motion sensor lights came on every step of the way illuminating the familiar path I had ran so many times as a child. I turned the key and pushed the old wooden door open. The wonderful must smell took me directly back to the years with my family. I pictured the hundreds of times that Kyle and I raced to cross the threshold first. We hadn’t been in a few years. I felt tears fall from my eyes as the nostalgia of the moment swept me away.I went to the master bedroom and unpacked. The last time I was here was two summers ago when we had our grandparent’s fiftieth anniversary dinner. For years, my family would spend this same week at this house because my Birthday is June 8th. This year, I would turn eighteen. However, I insisted to have a quiet celebration alone. That’s what I had always planned.Like some movie montage, I wanted to spend my eighteenth birthday alone at the lakehouse preparing myself for the rest of mylife. I had pictured some symbolic day of self reflection where I would gain some inner strength and my future would fall into place because of my newfound independence. Drama, remember??I soon fell asleep to the wonderful sounds and arctic cold air produced by the huge old AC unit in the corner window. I dreamt of many things that night. One particular dream was of Kyle. I guess the old smells triggered memories. I slept as comfortable and secure as I always had within those walls.The sun began to shine through mini blinds and it crept its way slowly towards my face. I revolted against its intrusion and shoved myself beneath the covers for the wonder slumber sleep.I had just started to drift back into dreamland when I heard something from the kitchen side of the we house. I Shook it off as some groceries I had brought falling. PLANK!! OK that’s not groceries. My slumber 100% now over as my fear became completely real. It’s gotta be Jason from Fiday the 13th. I’m at a lakehouse, alone. It was definitely the lakeside stranger. He had come to kill his first gay victim like some kind of Dahmer copycat.I slowly pulled myself to the edge of the bed. It was cold. The trusty AC had done its job and brought the room to a meat-hanging temp. CLACK!!! Yep, it’s a killer, and he’s not even trying to be discrete.I waited until the AC compressor started again so the killer couldn’t hear my steps. Maybe I could run out the front door. I was only wearing a pair of well worn Calvin Klein boxer briefs but the neighbors would just have to see your goods. This was life and death.I stepped to the door and peeked through the space between the Frame and the door. All I could see was a baseball cap and large frame. He appeared to be going back out the back door. That led to the rear porch where he was obviously getting an axe to kill me. I quickly opened the doorhalfway and bolted to the front door. DAMNIT!!