My Big Brother's Keeper

My brother is a great guy with a great life. He’s easy-going and well-liked by pretty much everyone. He was always been popular back when we were in school, and that’s translated into a wide circle of friends as an adult, a high-paying job, and beautiful women constantly hanging all over him. The thing is… I just don’t think he’s happy. Not that he’s un happy, exactly, but the things I happen to know truly bring him joy aren’t things he ever lets anyone but me see, his friends aren’t very good ones, in my not so humble opinion, and don’t even get me started on the women he dates. I have yet to meet a single one who treats him right. He deserves better. He deserves someone who will appreciate him. He deserves someone who will take care of him. And when he surprises the shit out of me by letting me know he might not be as straight as he seems and is curious about exploring that… Well, who’s ever going to treat my brother better than I will? No one, that’s who. I love him. And nobody, I mean no one , can take better care of Heath than me.