Your little brother always seemed like such a kid. Even when you all were kids. Four years was forever back then. So even before you started dating her, Silvie and her little sis (by just a year) would fawn over your cute brother whenever he was around. They’d play silly kids games, dress him up in girls clothes and coo, and let him snuggle into their laps and nap.
He never seemed to outgrow that, in his eyes or theirs. At an age when you’d already been trying to date, Iggie was content to let Silvie and her sis put makeup on him and have cutesy girl sleepovers. Not to mention crawl over them in a way you didn’t think was proper anymore. By then you were dating Silvie and told her not to treat him too much like a baby. He needed to mature, and frankly you wanted Silvie to spend time with you doing more adult sleepover things. It was perfect cover, but you could never convince her to slip away and be naughty.
“Oh I think he’s plenty mature,” Silvie said, giggling. “Don’t you, Cammy?”
“Gosh, I’d say he grows UP, fast enough alright, sis.”
You didn’t understand them at all. Why would they spend so much time being so childish? They just stayed up late telling dramatic bedtime stories, apparently, laughing and crying out. It almost sounded painful. You wanted to barge in at times, but Silvie locked the door. When you rattled the handle, she’d teased you that “no little boys” were allowed while laughing and sounding breathless.
Years later, Cam and Sil are still very close with Iggie and treat him like one of the girls. They embrace and kiss and are generally touchy feely. They don’t get to see each other as often, but when they do they all hole up in Igg’s old bedroom and cause a commotion for old-times’ sake. You still don’t understand but by now you just think it’s cute.
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