Surprise From Big Brother

My older brother Ryan recently moved back in with us. He was waiting to hear about contracting opportunity nearby so Instead of finding a place, then the possibly not landing the job, he moved in with us. Living with my big bro again was fun. He moved out about 2 years ago when I was just 12. we didn’t have a lot in common, but my interests have changed since then. We were always close but now it’s other stuff. Football out in the back yard, awkward talks about girls. Guy stuff.
We had just finished with a particularly rough game of touch and were drenched with sweat, despite the breezy weather. We decided showers were a must, and he would go first. That was an hour ago and I had to wiz. Bad. I heard the water go off, and a few minutes later him walking across the hall to his room. Good thing, too, because I had to piss like a race horse. I rushed down the hall and into the bathroom. The steam was almost too thick to see through as a I opened the door, but it all flooded out almost instantly. I closed the door, went to the toilet and pulled out my limp 3 incher and went about my business. As I was finishing, I noticed my brothers wallet laying on the floor behind the door. I guessed it fell out of his pants when he picked up his clothes, and I did what any kid would do; opened it up to see what he had. Duh.
A credit card, ID, a 5 strip of condoms, library card… condoms! At 14, I’d heard about guys carrying them, even seen one opened up when some kid brought one on the bus last year. But 5 condoms in your wallet just seems like overkill. And my next thought was where the hell was he doing it. Our rooms are right next to each other, bed against the same wall. I hear the dresser drawers open when he gets dressed. If real sex is anything like porn, I’d know if he was having it. I took five bucks, and opened it again to grab one of the condoms figuring if he was using them that fast he wouldn’t miss one. No clue what I’d use it for but, hey, I’m 14. So I stuffed the money in the waistband of my boxers (I’d shed my shorts after the game) along with the condom and went to return the wallet.
I could have kept it and watched him freak out about losing it, but decided to just give it back. I opened the door and could hear my brother snoring from the hall. He always takes a nap after he showers and the football tired us both out. I started to knock but thought against letting him know I had it at all, what with the stolen goodies and all. I opened his door quietly, trying to be as discreet as possible in my invasion of his room. The door opens in and blocks the view of his bed, so I had to go on prayer alone that he wouldn’t wake up and throttle me as I inched the door open just enough to creep through.