Reese Wilkerson had never been shy about nudity so it really didn't surprise his brother when he walked into the bedroom stark naked. He was dripping wet and fresh out of the shower.
"Where the hell are the clean towels?" Reese walked around the room, looking for something to dry off with.
"There aren't any, Mom said we have to do our own laundry while she's working overtime for the next week. I guess nobody got around to doing a load of towels. There are some used ones in the hamper if you don't mind the fact that Dewey wiped his ass with most of them." Malcolm told him, laughing.
"It's not funny, butt munch! I'm soaking wet here. Maybe I'll just dry my ass with one of your shirts." Reese opened the closet and grabbed one of Malcolm's good shirts.
Malcolm tossed down the book he was reading, jumped off the bed and ran over to Reese. He roughly pushed his brother aside, snatched the shirt away from him and hung it back up. He then flipped Reese off, extending his middle finger inches away from his brother's nose. Reese grabbed him and thought about hitting him, instead he pushed him away. The younger boy tripped and fell hard, banging his head on the side of his desk.
"Oh my god! Malcolm! Are you ok? God I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!" The naked teen dropped to his knees and looked at his bleeding brother. He was laying face down on the floor and a pool of blood was starting to form around his head. Reese turned him over and sat him up straight, blood poured from the wound on the younger boy's forehead, flowing down the left side of his face and neck, and his shirt was getting soaked with it. Reese carefully laid him back down on his back and gently shook him by the shoulders. "Malcolm, are you ok? Say something!"
"Hmmm footstool powder. Lightning face?"
Reese laughed although he was concerned. Malcolm seemed really out of it. "No, doofus, you didn't get hit by lightning; you tripped and hit your head on the corner of the desk. Maybe you should just stay there for a couple of minutes, until you can think straight."
"Cherry bread choo-choo," Malcolm replied, nodding his head in agreement, he winced in pain from the movement. Reese partially lifted his brother up again and took his shirt off, pulling it over his head, careful not to touch the head wound. He laid Malcolm back down and wiped the blood off the floor with the shirt. He started to wipe Malcolm's face with it but had a better idea.
Reese ran into the bathroom, tossing the bloody shirt in the hamper, and got the washcloth he had just used, it was still wet. He squeezed out most of the water and ran back into the bedroom and applied the damp cloth to Malcolm's forehead. He wiped away the blood and was relieved to see the wound wasn't very deep and the bleeding had slowed to a trickle. He actually remembered something he had learned in science class, that head wounds bleed like crazy but that doesn't always mean they are serious.
"Corn wax!" Malcolm looked annoyed but he realized Reese was doing his best to help him. It made him feel good inside, knowing the guy he was constantly fighting with was worried about him and tending to him. The Wilkersons screamed and yelled a lot but they truly loved each other.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Reese held up three fingers.
"Tuesday!" said Malcolm proudly. He realized he wasn't making sense and shot Reese a worried look. "Why … words … wrong," he managed to say very slowly, thinking hard about each syllable. "Help … brain?"
"Look, it's ok, you're fine, just a little shaken up. Don't try to talk yet, just lay there." Reese lovingly wiped his brother's forehead again and took away the washcloth, folding it over so he had a clean surface to work with. Malcolm saw the blood on it.
"Socks! My bleed blood?" Malcolm looked like he was about to freak out.
Reese calmed him, reapplying the cloth and gently wiping his brother's face. "It ok, just be quiet, it's almost stopped bleeding, you're ok." Reese brushed Malcolm's hair with his fingers, noticing how soft it was, and how good looking his brother had become and how there was blood all over the place, his brother's blood, and he had spilled it. Reese sniffed a couple of times. "I'm really sorry I pushed you, man. I'd never hurt you on purpose."
Malcolm grabbed Reese by the hand. "It's ... ok!" Malcolm realized he was speaking easier and with the right words. "Why … are … you ... naked?"
"You don't remember? What's the last thing you do remember?" Reese was still concerned and was thinking a trip to the emergency room might be a good idea.
Malcolm thought hard. "Um ... I was ... reading and after ... that ... I was on the floor ... and you were shaking me."
"I'm naked because I just took a shower and there aren't any clean towels." Reese looked ashamed. "I told you I was going to wipe my wet ass with one of your clean shirts, you grabbed it, we both got mad and um … I pushed you, that's when you tripped and hit your head." A few tears rolled down Reese's face. "I'm really, really sorry!"
"Hey it's ok, it ... was just an accident. I know you ... didn't ... hurt me on purpose ... we're always pushing and shoving each other, it's ok, Reese. Please don't ... cry." Malcolm held onto Reese's hand.
"I'm not crying! I don't ever cry, you know that!" Reese dried his eyes with the back of his free hand.
Malcolm smiled at his brother. "I think I'm ready to get up now." He started to sit up and Reese held him by the shoulders, supporting him. "Holy crap, why is the room spinning?" Malcolm closed his eyes tight for about half a minute and reopened them. Things looked better but not quite normal. There was a weird blue tint to everything. "Help me stand up, Reese, get me to the bed, ok?"
Reese got behind his brother and wrapped his long arms around Malcolm's bare chest and lifted him to his feet.
Just then Dewey walked into the room. "What are you guys doing? Why is Reese naked? Where is Malcolm's shirt? Are you guys doing dirty stuff? I'm telling!"
"Dewey, come here and help me. Malcolm's hurt, help me get him to the bed." Reese ignored the remark implying gay sex. He realized it must have looked really strange to Dewey, him naked and holding his half naked brother. Reese struggled to keep standing with Malcolm's weight pushing against him. Dewey helped by letting Malcolm lean on his shoulder, taking some of the burden off Reese. Slowly, the three boys made their way to the bed. They carefully put Malcolm down and helped him to get comfortable. Reese unlaced Malcolm's sneakers and took them off. Dewey disappeared for a minute and returned with a box of bandages, he handed it to Reese.
"Good thinking, Dewey." Reese sat on the bed next to his brother and carefully applied the largest bandage in the box to Malcolm's forehead.
Dewey stared at Reese's penis. "So are you just going to be naked all the time now? Did you lose all your clothes?" The younger boy asked.
"Oh my god, I totally forgot! " Reese got up and went to the dresser he shared with his brothers. He pulled on a pair of underwear and his jeans. Malcolm giggled. "Yeah, I was wondering how long it would take before you realized you were bare assed." All three boys laughed. Malcolm's head hurt like mad but he kept it to himself.