Lil Bro Muscles Up, 3rd part added!
Eighteen year old Jimmy looked in the mirror. Damn he looked good, he thought. Broad shoulders, nice muscles, damn handsome, if he said so himself. āThose Boston College girls wonāt know what hitĀ āem,ā he growled. His beat up Corolla was all packed, all that was left to do was say goodbye to his lil bro, Roy. He felt a bit guilty leaving town for college. Nerdy Roy, only fifteen but going into his junior year since he skipped Grade Four, couldnāt count on the protection of his big bro anymore. He felt worse about leaving Roy to fend for himself than he felt about leaving Cindy, his girlfriend. She was hot, but he was going to be playing the field with college girls, he couldnāt stay attached to a high school senior.
āRoyBoy!ā he yelled at his little bro as he stood at the front door. āGonna miss you, bro! You gonna be okay?ā
āDonāt worry about me, Jimmy,ā his lil bro smiled. āIām gonna use your weights in the basement to get big and strong, like you!ā
Jimmy looked at the scrawny limbs of his shrimpy lil bro. He grabbed his upper arm, which was so thin, Jimmyās fingers touched when he closed his hand. Those little dumbbells in the basement might not be up to the task. āAlright, RoyBoy, I wanna feel some muscle here when I come back for Columbus Day weekend.ā
Roy winced. āYou know theyāre calling it Indigenous Peopleās Day on college campuses now, right, bro? Maybe itās me that needs to worry about you, dummy!ā
Jimmy laughed and picked his lil bro up and threw him over his shoulder, then spun in place like a helicopter. Roy giggled and yelled. āPut me down you big goof!ā
Jimmy dumped him on floor and towered over him, flexing his biceps. āThatāll teach you to call your big bro a dummy.ā Roy grinned and stood up, losing his balance. Jimmy righted him by putting his hand on his skinny shoulder. So thin, he thought.
āOkay, RoyBoy, Iām outta here. You do your workouts and make sure Mom feeds your skinny ass.ā
He stuck out his hand to his bro, and Roy looked at it funny, but then shook it. Theyād never shook hands before, and Jimmy noted that weirdly, his hand was only slightly bigger than Royās.
āYou hear me?ā Jimmy warned with a grin.
Roy squeezed Jimmyās hand and cocked an eyebrow. āIāll make you proud, big bro.ā
Jimmy pulled up into the driveway at 11 PM after a five hour drive had turned into an eight hour drive due to an accident on the interstate. He was irritable that he missed dinner with the fam. Heād been more homesick than he expected going to college. He was looking forward to hanging out with his lil bro and folks, and maybe even calling up Cindy. With his good looks, heād scored a lot of sex in his first month on campus at BC, but it all felt kind of empty. He realized that heād had more of a connection with his high school girlfriend than he thought. He hadnāt texted her though, he thought they should talk in person.
Jimmy opened the front door with his key and all was dark and quiet inside. He walked into the kitchen where his mother had left a plate of food and a note:
āWelcome home honey! Too tired to wait up. Reheat this 2 min on high. Guest bedroom all made up for you. Sleep well and see you in the morning! xoxoā
Jimmy put the plate of food in the microwave and then looked at the note again. Guest bedroom? Is that what they were calling his bedroom now? Geez, heād only been gone six weeks. The microwave dinged and he tested the food but it was only lukewarm, so he put it in another two minutes and then picked up his duffel bag and went upstairs to drop it in his room.
As he opened the door he practically gagged at the smell. The room reeked. Jimmy covered his mouth and nose with his hand. He looked around and saw that the furniture and posters on the walls were those of his lil bro Roy. āWhat the hell?ā he thought.
There were dirty clothes strewn everywhere, as well as wadded up balls of tissue paper. Gross! He picked his way across the cluttered room to open the window. At least now there was some flow of air.
āJimmy, youāre home!ā
He turned to see his lil bro Roy at the door. Before he could say anything Roy had crossed the room in an instant and hugged his big bro tight.
āRoyBoy! Itās good to see you!ā
Royās hug was so touching, Jimmy couldnāt be mad at him for taking his old room. Royās head was plastered against Jimmyās t-shirt and his sweaty arms wrapped around his chest.
āBut, man, lil bro. You stink!ā
Roy let go of his tight hug and looked up into his big broās eyes. His face was sweaty and his brown hair was soaked.
āUgh, I know, sorry Jimmy. I just ran all the way from Cindyās.ā
Cindyās place was at least six miles from here. āWhat were you doing there?ā
āWeāre doing a school project together.ā
Jimmy frowned. āBut sheās a senior.ā
āOh yeah, I guess you wouldnāt have heard. Iām skipping Grade 11. That shit was just too easy for me.ā
āLanguage, RoyBoy!ā Jimmy was amazed and proud of his lil broās news, but heād never known him to swear.
āHaha Jimmy youāre funny. You look good, big bro, you still working out?ā
Jimmy laughed. āOf course, kiddo, itās a lifestyle yāknow.ā
āShow me, big bro!ā Roy gripped Jimmyās right upper arm and squeezed.
āOww, quit it!ā
āSorry big bro, did that hurt?ā
Jimmy pulled his arm way. āOf course not, smelly! I just wasnāt flexing.ā Jimmy put his hand around his lil broās arm. He could still make his fingers touch. āAnd I thought you were going to put on some muscle yourself while I was gone. You slacking, lil bro?ā
āAs if, big bro. Itās just thatā¦ā
In a flash, Roy pulled off his red t-shirt.
āā¦I wasnāt flexing!ā
Jimmy stepped back and looked at his lil bro. He still looked skinny, but it almost looked like he had abs now. Then Roy flexed his arms and the muscles popped out.
Jimmy smiled. āGood for you, bro, you got little biceps!ā
Roy grinned. He relaxed his arms and then flexed his right biceps right in Jimmyās face. Was it Jimmyās imagination or did it peak a little higher? āFeel it bro.ā Roy said, excited.
Jimmy hesitated. The stench from Royās armpit, which had a tangle of dark hair in it now, was overpowering. āNah, man.ā
Roy suddenly looked angry. āI said feel it!ā His voice this time was deeper, and insistent.
Jimmy immediately put his hand to his lil broās arm.
āWhat the fuck.ā
Roy smirked. āLanguage, Jimmy.ā
āDude that is solid as a rock.ā Jimmy couldnāt believe what he was feeling. Though it was small, Royās arm was all hard muscle. He couldnāt so much as dent the peak of the little biceps with his fingers.
Roy raised at eyebrow at Jimmyās efforts. āTry both your hands.ā
āSmartass!ā Jimmy brought his other hand up, and pushed both his thumbs into the top of the muscle, while gripping the rest of his arm with his fingers. But Roy didnāt cry out as Jimmy expected. He just grunted and flexed harder, his face reddening. Jimmy started to sweat from the effort of trying to crush his lil broās muscle with both hands. Finally he felt a cramp in his hand and stopped.
Roy beamed while Jimmy shook out his hand. āI told you I was gonna make you proud, big bro!ā
āThatās pretty great, bro.ā Jimmy said weakly. āYou know, Iām beat after that long drive, letās catch up more in the morning.ā
Royās face broke out into a grin. āSure thing, Jimmy! Let me take your bag to the guest room.ā Roy dropped his t-shirt amid the smelly detritus on the floor and picked up Jimmyās big duffel bag with one arm. He hauled it over his shoulder, and turned back to his brother. Now Jimmy could see he had triceps and well as biceps, and his dark pit hair was shiny with sweat from his six mile run. From my exās place. Jimmy remembered.
Jimmy gulped. āThanks bro.ā
Roy crossed the hall and opened the door to his old room, which their mother had done up as the guest room. Jimmy stepped in and frowned. The whole bedroom was pink. āAre we getting a little sister, or something, bro?ā
Roy laughed. āNaw big bro, Mom just went a little overboard with the re-decorating.ā He tossed Jimmyās duffel bag on the taffeta bedspread. āSee you in the morning big bro, sweet dreams.ā
āThanks bro, itās good to be home.ā
The door closed and Jimmy looked around the utterly unfamiliar room.
He took off his t-shirt and sniffed at the pits. Despite eight hours sweating in the car all he could smell was his deodorant. Then he put his nose lower down the side of the shirt where Roy had hugged him with his sweaty arms. Ā The stench was awful.
Jimmy looked up and and said out loud:
āWhat the fuck is happening?ā
Jimmy insisted to his family that he was ātoo busyā to make it home for his lil bro Royās sixteen birthday, and made the same excuses for Thanksgiving. It was only on the long drive home for Christmas break that he really thought about the Columbus Day weekend visit and what it meant to him. He had always been the Golden Child in the family. First born, a good-looking athletic blond kid who grew up to be a handsome leader and Prom King in high school. Then to find coming home after only six weeks away to see his lil bro had taken over his old bedroom, and was spending time with his ex-girlfriend. Even if it was just for a school project, that seemed awkward, and Cindy had completely brushed him off when heād tried to contact her. Admittedly, Jimmy had dumped her, so he had no right to expect she come running when he called. But, Jimmy had never begged a girl for sex in his life; he had sex thrown at him almost daily by horny undergraduates.
And then there was that weird thing with Royās hard little biceps. Jimmy had gone around to all his gym buddies after he got back to campus and made bets that he could crush their biceps. Most of them he could make cry out in pain with just one hand, let alone two hands, and none of their muscle felt as diamond hard as Royās had felt. The whole thing still weirded him out two months after the fact.
As he pulled into his suburban neighborhood, off the main road, his car died. Damn, Jimmy thought, this visit is off to a great start. After the long drive, he didnāt want to have to deal with tow-trucks and mechanics tonight. He phoned his Dad and asked him to come down the road and help him push the car the half-mile or so to the driveway.
āIāll send Roy,ā his Dad said.
āWell, I donāt think Royās going to be ableā¦ā Jimmy started to reply, but his Dad had already hung up.
Jimmy sat in the car as the temperature within started to drop, with no heater to keep the cold at bay. He began to shiver. Tired, he closed his eyes briefly as he thought. Whatās taking him so long?
He was woken up by a rap on the window. Jimmy rolled the window down and his lil bro Royās face appeared, with a big smile. Wearing a Santa hat and a ski jacket, he leaned his arms onto the window sill.
āMerry Christmas, Jimmy! Whatās up bro? Car trouble?ā
āRoyBoy! Itās so good to see you!ā Jimmy felt his irritation melting away as he stared at his lil bro. His smile seemed to light up the inside of the car, and Jimmy realized that heād missed him despite all the weirdness of the last visit. āYeah, this damn Corolla is on its last legs.ā
āWhat a coincidence, today is leg day!ā Roy said, and Jimmy looked puzzled. āPut her in neutral.ā Jimmy did so and then reached for the door handle. But Roy put his hand on the sill. āNo need, I got this.ā
āDonāt be ridiculous, itāll take the two of us to push.ā
āBut thereās a turn before we get home, youāll have to steer.ā
āWell then you get in and steer.ā Jimmy said, he pulled on the door handle, but the door didnāt budge.
Roy stared at him, smirking. āBro, I said I got this.ā
Jimmy figured the door must be frozen shut. He sat back. āOkay,ā he said, āIāll steer, lil bro.ā
Roy went to the rear of the car and Jimmy rolled up the window. He could tell that Roy had grown a little taller since he last saw him, and his face was leaner and more handsome. But even if heād been working out (āLeg dayā heād said.) heād never be able to push the car on his own. What was he thinking? Jimmy pulled out his phone to call his Dad again, but stopped dialing when the car started to move.
āIāll be damned.ā he said.
At first the car moved quite slowly, but it began to pick up speed. Jimmy looked behind him but all he could see was the red of the Santa hat. What a goofball, Jimmy smiled. He looked back to the front just in time to see the first turn coming up. He cranked hard on the steering wheel. With no power steering, it took some muscle. Took some muscle, he thought, mentally comparing the task of turning a steering wheel with his brother pushing a ton of steel and glass down a snowy road.
The snowy road. Oh shit. Jimmy realized, there was a stop sign coming up, and there were no power ABS brakes. Roy had got the car going at a good clip, and the brakes would no doubt lock. He tried the brakes, pushing down hard on the pedal, and that was exactly what happened.Ā Jimmy panicked as the stop sign approached fast, and he saw a speeding truck coming from the left. If they couldnāt stop theyād be t-boned. Jimmy threw himself into the back seat and pounded on the rear windshield to get Royās attention. He saw Royās face pop up under the Santa hat and then suddenly disappear. In what he thought were his last moments alive, Jimmy was glad that Roy had saved himself.
Then the car stopped dead and the truck roared past.
Jimmy looked out the front windshield and gasped. He opened the car door and jumped out, not sure what he was seeing. Roy was at the front of the car, arms outstretched, hands on the hood, legs bent. He stood up, breathing hard. Jimmy realized with a shock that they were now the same height.
āThat was close, huh? Good thing I wore my good boots.ā Roy grinned.
Jimmy was stunned speechless. Roy had- had run to the front of the car and stopped it with his bare hands with a truck bearing down on them?Ā How was that possible?
Roy guided Jimmy back into the front seat. āYouāre in shock. Just get in, bro, Iāll take it from here.āĀ Jimmy sat dumbly in the front seat as Roy pushed the car the rest of the way. When they got to their house, Roy opened the door. āHome sweet home, bro. Does your garage opener still work?ā Jimmy nodded silently. Roy reached in his arm and pressed the device clipped to Jimmyās sunvisor. Jimmy felt like he was sitting in a room in the back in his head and observing what was happening on a TV screen. Royās right arm turned the steering wheel and Jimmy was sure he could see the muscles of his arm working under the padding of the ski jacket, but he didnāt see how that was possible. Roy guided the car into the garage of the family home and then offered a hand to his brother.
Jimmy got out and stood in one spot looking around the garage. There was barely room for his car because the rest of the garage was filled with gym equipment. A weight bench, a squat rack, barbells and dumbbells, and lots and lots of iron plates. Roy closed the door and saw his brothers look. āPretty sweet, huh, bro? Canāt wait until we can get a workout in together.ā He slapped his brother on the back and guffawed. āHey I guess we just did, right bro? Iām sweating like a pig.ā
Jimmy huffed his breath, which formed a small cloud in the sub-zero chill. He started to feel a rush of blood to his ears as his brother zipped open his ski jacket and shrugged it off. He was shirtless beneath, and was so perfectly proportioned and shredded that Jimmy didnāt know where to look first. At his broad shoulders with their rounded delts? His pecs, two slabs of muscle like armour plating that were dusted with black chest hair. At his abs, which looked carved from steel?
Then, Jimmy saw it⦠The sweat from Royās exertion pushing the care was evaporating off his astonishing physique, visible in the chilly air of the garage.Ā
His lil bro was so hot, he was literally steaming.
Roy stood there smiling for a minute until he saw Jimmyās face, then he reached toward him. āYou okay bro?ā The motion caused his pectoral muscles to bounce.
āOh Godā¦ā Jimmy said. Then everything went black and he fainted.
to be concluded!
[Inspired by @theobromicāās amazing commission!]













