Well i believe i screwd up. The whole story beginns whith the corona epidemic. Im a student and study in a universety near berlin, as such have a fair distance to my hometown. Due to the epidemic my parents wanted me to stay at home for my own safety, the family and stuff. Four weeks into the selfinduced quarantine, things start to change, people change and start to argue with another, get foul moods. Due to the fact that i live in a one room dorm all the time and visit just at the weekends, i started to feel cramped and decided to clear a spare room at home wich, up to this time contained all my junk and unused stuff. And that's where the problems start, between all the knifes, tools, scrap wood, fabric, wine corks, leather bits, fridge and ropes i hid two dildos wich i brought along for some casual evening/late night fun. I wrapped the two in a drying cloth and put them in a box with some other stuff on top. I started to sort out the usable stuff and the trash, move everything and clean. I was finished and it was late but the sun was still up, so i decided it was a good time to do some exercise and i asked my brother, if he wanted to jog some rounds in the nearby park. He said 'ok' but had to find his key first, so he looked around and couldn't find it, so he went to my stuff in hope to find his key tucked inbetween. He got to the crate with the dildos and pulled 'em out in one swoop. The expression on his face was a mixture of 'i didn't expect that', regret, anxiety and supprise. The first words he said was:'I wish i didn't see that.' , and i clearly felt that something in him died, this moment. There was always brotherly love, wich instantly shifted to a peace situation in wich we coexsist but arn't friends, where every single bad move would be fatal. I kept my distance since then.

Thanks for listening, feels better to talk about it with you folks, since i don't have anybody i can talk to, about this stuff.