Ever since that night you have felt a new feeling toward your brother that you can't put your finger on. It's eating you inside. It's not a brother kind of feeling and you are not sure what kind of feeling it is. More than once you try and explain this to Bro, because you want him to understand that you love him, and you also want to understand yourself.
Now that your mostly healed though, you move back into your room, but since you still can't do a lot of things in your normal schedule you spend most of your time sleeping and thinking about this new found love for your brother. You wonder why you have been day dreaming about what kissing him would feel like. You wonder why you get jealous when women hit on him at the supermarket. You wonder all these things that you already know the answer to and just refuse to believe.
Bro comes in for a daily check up, you take off your shirt almost robotically just like every other day, and as his fingers graze over your wound you get a tingle all over your body. The same way one might feel when your grade school crush accidentally brushes their hand against yours as you both reach for the glue stick. You're going to tell him now, and whatever happens happens, but this cotton candy, love dovey shit he's been doing lately won't last forever. Now is all you have.
"Bro, I think I love you." You blurt out, because you're so confused and you need him to help you figure this shit out. "I love you too, dude.", he says back. You roll your eyes and hoist yourself up on your hands so you're on his level. "No, I think I'm in love with you." and his face looks the same as always but he shifts his weight and you can tell he doesn't know what to say. "Well, uh, how long have you felt that way?" "I'm not sure, but a fucking while."
He looks up at the ceiling, "Bro.", you say hesitantly, "I have put a lot of thought into this shit and I think if I could kiss you, when I don't feel anything, I can stop thinking like this. Just kind of, kill the curiosity.", you hate the way you sound like you're questioning yourself as the words spill from your mouth.
He leans forward and presses his lips to yours. It's just for a moment but in those few short seconds you feel electricity like you've never experienced and now you're even more confused. When he pulls away silence engulfs the room and you both sit there for what feels like a billion fucking years. Then he says something that both pleases you and scares you "you felt that too, didn't you?", you just nod your head in disbelief.