Talking to my brother about kicking his nuts

I stared at my phone for a while, still debating if I should do this before finally typing something to my brother as I took a deep breath.



“Hey. It’s umm, been a while. I’ve been thinking about old times, and I kinda feel like I owe you an apology,” I said, my thumb hesitating before I hit send.



“Apology? For what? You’re making me nervous,” he said with a wary edge.



“Like that day in the basement. You wouldn’t hand over the Xbox controller, so I kicked you right in the balls… hard. You dropped right away, and I laughed way too much. Definitely overdid it,” I said.



“Yeah… I remember. I was curled up on the floor, holding my nuts, praying the pain would stop, and you were standing there giggling like an idiot,” he said, still sounding a little raw about it.



“And at the pool party, you made fun of my swimsuit. I waited until you were near the edge and got your poor nuts again. You bent over so fast your face turned red. Not… umm, my proudest moment,” I said.



“I nearly fell into the pool. Grabbed the railing just to stay up while everyone stared. I was groaning, and you were smirking like you’d won,” he said with a faint shake of his head.



“You always ended up moaning about your balls. Every single time,” I said.



“Of course I did. You didn’t just poke me. You were kicking me HARD right in my testicles! I’d be doubled over swearing while you laughed your head off,” he said, exasperation mixing with reluctant amusement.



“Fair. And then there was that afternoon in the kitchen. You blocked me from the chips, so I kicked you again. You dropped like a rock, clutching yourself. I almost spilled the bag laughing,” I said.



“Yeah, I hit the counter on the way down. I was hunched over groaning while you were just listening to me moan about my balls…” he said, the memory making him wince even now.



“I always felt a little guilty after, but hearing you now… maybe I liked having that kind of control more than I realized,” I said.



“Maybe. It hurt every time, no doubt, but it… stuck with me. Sometimes I think it was "Welll, I'm not sur. Maybee, it wasn't THAT bad." Other time, I wonder if I just let you get away with it because you were my sister,” he said, his tone careful, like he was testing the words.



“Haha, wasn’t that bad, eh? I wonder if you thought that while moaning, ‘My nuts, my nuts!’ Well, either way, though, I'm still sorry. We good?” I asked.



“Yeah, we’re good. It's just strange talking about it. I can still picture it… me doubled over… you laughing. It wasn’t funny then, but now it feels like well… it’s hard to explain,” he said with a dry laugh.



“Me too. I never meant actual harm… Well, I DID mean for it to hurt, I was kicking your nutsack after all. But it was just me being a bit ridiculous,” I said.



“You did. Even now, if someone moves too quickly near my balls, I tense up. And yeah, I’ve wondered why you always did go for my nuts. It felt very… personal,” he said, curiosity creeping in despite himself.



“Yeah, kicking your nutsack was something, umm, special. Consider it conditioning. Your balls should’ve been paying me rent all those years,” I said, laughing as I got lost in my stupid joke.



“You make it sound like a job. Half my memories are me groaning on the floor while you laughed. Not exactly something I could explain to anyone,” he said, shaking his head with a rueful smile.



“See? I knew you’d come around. Admit it, you kinda miss me keeping those balls in check,” I said.



“Well… it’s not like… I dont know. All I can say is it was part of how we grew up. Embarrassing, but yeah, but it was ours. Maybe that’s why I never told anyone,” he said, his voice softening as he gave in to the thought.



“Exactly. Our little… tradition. And hey, you and your nuts survived,” I said.



“Yeah. Guess it is. Well, I should really go to bed. Good night, Sarah,” he said, a reluctant smile sneaking through his words. This conversation was way better than I expected~


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This story is pure fantasy. As someone I spoke to here mentioned, it'd be interesting to write a story about speaking to my brother about busting his balls after some time had passed! I intentionally made it a bit more ambiguous regarding everyone's emotions while keeping it playful! Let me know what you think! 😁