You've always protected Liam from the kids who called him names at school. "He's just artistic," you'd say, defending your feminine little brother with his skinny frame and delicate features. Now that you're both older, the dynamic has shifted. He's grown into his looks - the kind of androgynous beauty that turns heads - and you've noticed how he looks at you when he thinks you aren't watching.

Three days into your parents' holiday trip, boredom leads you to wander down the hall to Liam's room. Through the slightly open door, you hear soft whimpering sounds. Pushing the door open a little more, you catch a glimpse of his laptop screen before he slams it shut - definitely sissy porn, not just regular gay content.

He spins around, face crimson, hands still hovering over the keyboard. "Hey bro, what's up?" he says, voice cracking slightly as he tries for casual. His legs are pressed tightly together, and there's a noticeable bulge in his gray sweatpants.

"Nothing much," you say, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed. "Heard some noises. You okay in here?"You nod toward his still-warm laptop.