Shoulder rubbing commences.
Baby Brother: If you moan again, this massage will be over.
Heza: That's not moaning, I'm just breathing...but I could moan if you want me to.
Baby Brother: Go ahead and try, then I'll stuff my socks in your mouth.
Heza: Well, that would certainly be better than something else.
Shoulder rubbing comes to an abrupt halt as my baby brother flies to the other side of the room, leaving both his girlfriend and I doubled over in laughter that sounded more like choking.
I should have kept my big, dirty mouth shut, cause I never did get the rest of that shoulder massage.
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