Adorkable (BWWM/Plussize)

I was heading to class, lost in thought about the upcoming biology test, when out of nowhere, someone grabbed me from behind.
They wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me into a headlock. "Say uncle!" a voice that I instantly recognized as my brother Keith's boomed. I balled up my fist and punched him squarely in the stomach. He groaned dramatically, releasing me.
I stood up, grinning. "Uncle," I said, a wide smile spreading across my face. Keith, a massive football player, straightened up, rubbing his stomach. It would take more than one punch to take him down. "Dang girl, who taught you how to punch?" he asked.
"You did," I replied, and we both laughed. We'd been roughhousing like this forever. My oldest brother, Jamal, always claimed my fists were balled up like I was ready for a fight the day I was born. I doubted it, given he was only two at the time, but Jamal loved his wild stories.
