Brotherly Love

Well brothers tend to do embarrassing things to each other on a regular basis, I remember several occasions of flooring, wedgies, ghost pushes and whatnot occurring at the Mart, mostly happening to my younger brother much to his lament. Little did I know he had diabolical revenge planned. It started with slipping me some crushed up ex-lax type pills in my sandwich before the weekly Walmart trip, I had no idea anything was amiss till we were cruzin the electronics section and I felt the hand of nature reach out and grip my bowels with tremendous force. He must have seen the look on my face as a started booking to the bathroom cause he followed to enjoy the product of his treachery. I didn’t make it all the way, maybe 3/4 of the way before there was a presence in my shorts, which sped up my run and increased the area affected. Once in the restroom I raced to a stall thankfully they were all empty. Moments later Ii hear the door open and my brothers maniacal laughter rang through the small room as my guts poured out. Needless to say I began to swear my own revenge and call him every name I could think of. A few minutes passed and i was feeling sightly better, enough to begin to think about cleaning myself up – which i would need help with. I began to yell at him to bring me a warm wet paper towel with soap and a second one without soap and a third dry. No response. I began to get really upset. I demanded finally “Get me the fucking towels now or you fucking die no joke your throat will be in my hands, I have nothing to lose I’m covered in shit and I’ll come out of this stall and kick your ass with my pants down!” Moments later the towels I requested appeared under the stall. A few moments more and I emerged from the stall to see a somewhat shaken middle aged man washing his hands, he saw me and immediately looked away mumbling an apology about my misfortune. My brother had never been in the bathroom, I had heard his laughing through the cold air return……