Visiting My Estranged Brother
My eldest brother Matthew (or Matt) was about 11 when I was born, by the time I was 7, he was off to college and the only time I saw him was on holidays. So I had just turned 15 and was starting to fill out nicely with my long red hair and curvy frame I had toned legs from all my years of sports. My parents had decided that we needed a closer bond, I was going to live with him for the summer and it was a long way from home, considering we lived in Alabama and he lived in New York. At first I...