Really?

I don't know if anyone knows this, my younger brother is mildly autistic [autistic enough that he's a bit off and smarter than the people in his school, but normal enough to know what is right and what isn't], and my parents took NO time to teach him proper manners or anything. We walk into a local pizza place, or anywhere, my brother is constantly talking about disgusting things, and belching really loud. Well. It so happens that this pizza place is one of my schools sponsers. My schools ENTIRE soccer team is in here. Many of them I swam with during the winter, and on my neighborhoods swim team. And my friend Rachel. Everyone that knows me comes and greets me, etc. While my little brother sits there and chews his food with his mouth open, and burps loudly, and talks about nasty things and inapproprate things at this table.<br>Loudly.<br><br>THEN!<br>Today, it was my brother's turn to go and scoop the back yard out before my dad mowed. He HAS to have nose plugs. Well, he uses paper towel for them. He shoves them completely up his nose. Well, he comes in about half an hour later, blows them out of his nose ONTO THE FLOOR, and then walks away.<br>Me: "Brian."<br>Him: "Wut."<br>Me: -calm mortified tone- "That's disgusting. Go pick them up."<br>Him: "OH MY GAWD KAYTEE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SUCH A BIG JERK ALL THE TIME! LIKE OH MY GAWD!"<br>Me: "...Just pick them up and throw them out."<br>Mom: -enters room and nearly steps on paper towels- "EWH BRIAN PICK THOSE UP!"<br><br><br>And he does this all the time. He never flushes the toilet and leaves his piss in there for weeks at a time, because I refuse to flush it. It's not my job, its his. And he never puts the seat down, and always leaves his dirty stuff in the bathroom, has bad aim when using the toilet, and never cleans up. My bathroom counter is CONSTANTLY soapy because he can't wash his hands properly. I may not be the neatest person in the world, but I at least have good hygene (sp?). I try and keep my body and sheets and stuff clean.<br>I get out of the shower, and walk out to go into my room. Wrapped in a towel, my hair dripping wet, my brother proceeds to say to me, not ask, say, "Make my dinner now, woman."<br>...I'm going to kill my damned father. That's how he told him to ask for things.<br><br>His friend Allie was over today, and it's 8:30 at night, and they're running around screaming and throwing things and whatever. He knocks over a thing of chocolate milk. I clean it up. "Brian, calm down." "K."<br><br>He proceeds to scream louder than he did before and begins laughing at me.<br><br>I go upstairs and get dressed.<br><br>"Allie, it's getting dark, I better get you home."<br><br>Brian: "Why does she have to leave?" <br>Me: "Dad told me to take her home when it started getting dark."<br>Brian: "She lives up the road. We were supposed to have brown cows!"<br>Me: "Listen next time. Allie, do you have everything?"<br><br>And just now he proceeds to tell me he broke the toilet handle.<br><br>...And my dad wonders why I'm annoyed by him.