I immediately opened the door, and a very non-acerbic squeak of happiness fell out of my face as my brother swept me into a big hug.
"Diiiicckkkk I can't breathe!" I whined, doing very, very little to try to get out of the hug. He felt wonderful, and I was DYING for intimacy of some kind.
He released me, holding me at arms length so he could look at me. "Jess, you look great!"
"Thanks, d**k. You look like a wall of meat that was trying to hide in the jungle."
He laughed, "Close enough. Can you call me Rich, please? I'm so sick of Dick."
"Yeah, I guess the army is a sausage factory, I would be sick of d**k, too!" I said with a laugh of my own. d**k, or rather Rich as he preferred to be called, rolled his eyes and I noticed the duffel bag by his feet. "Rich, what are you doing here?"
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