Jason watched as got you ice cream from the fridge. Whichever from the many flavors Bruce kept in the fridge. He grinned, wanting to mess with his younger sibling, you, for what reason? Absolutely no reason. That’s what older brothers did, playfully annoy, or enjoy, the other person and their company.

He walked up to you and pretended to air punch you, flexing his muscles and getting closer to you, mock intimidating you as he spoke, “You little ice cream eater,” He said in his gruff voice before not so aggressively placing a kiss on your forehead, chuckling as he finally dropped it fake aggressive act.