Loving Siblings

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I was in bed, shivering slightly in the cold night. It had been a very warm day, but tonight was unseasonably cold. Probably only about 40-45 degrees outside, and not too much warmer inside. In theory I could turn the heat up, but my mom and twelve-year-old brother, Matty, were out of town with one of Matty's swim meets, and the thermostat had a security code on it and I couldn't turn it up, despite the cold. I was thirteen. I shouldn't have to put up with this shit. I got tired of trying to stay warm and thought of a different idea. I pulled on a pair of panties and a t-shirt (I normally slept nude), and walked down the hall to the bedroom of my fourteen-year-old brother, Danny, and I knocked on the door. I heard his still boyish voice come from the other side of the door: “Yeah?” “Can I come in?” He grunted what I took as an affirmative. I opened his door and crept inside. In the faint light from the window, I could see Danny covered almost completely by his blankets. “Cold?” I asked. “What do you think?” I grinned a little while shivering still. “Well, look… I can't sleep;

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