Alex begins to squeeze your hand again and you feel like your hand might break at any moment.
“Well? Say it! Who’s the big brother now?” he says demanding you to submit. You close your eyes and clench your teeth but it doesn’t lessen the pain. You feel you’re either seconds away from finally submitting to your brother’s dominant strength or your arm snapping, when suddenly…
*Beep Beep* You suddenly hear a loud car horn coming from the beach’s edge. Both of you turn your heads towards the noise and thankfully Alex lessens his grip a bit. A huge car is parked at the beach’s parking lot, and two figures get out. It’s your mom and dad! But you’ve never seen that car before, and why would they even need a car that big?
“Alex leave your brother alone and come eat honey!” your mom calls from a few feet away. Alex turns back to you before adding “You got lucky…I’m starving!” He then heads for the car running at an incredibly fast sprint thanks to his well-toned calves and thighs. You‘re happy that your hand has been released, but it still hurts, and so you nurse your near crushed hand as you walk towards the picnic table.
You approach the wooden picnic table where Alex is already chowing down and notice the spread was massive, with enough soda and sub-sandwiches to feed an army, or at least an army’s special project. Alex holds a massive foot long sub in one hand and takes a humongous bight out of it. He looks confused as you head towards one of the may looking delicious sub sandwiches.
“Uh, son that table is for Alex’s lunch.” Your dad says from behind the new (?) car. He hauls a smaller regular sized cooler from the trunk and sets it on a nearby table where your mom is already sitting. “You know our lunch is over here” your mom adds, “Are you feeling okay?”
“I...think so…” you say a little distracted. You were amazed that all of that food was for your younger brother, but then again with how fast he was scarfing things down he probably would finish the large lunch in front of him.
“Sorry bro, but I gotta feed these guns you know?” he explains with a mouthful of deli meat and wheat bread in his full mouth. He gives you an example of said “guns” by flexing his right arm and making his bicep bounce and making it look unbelievably hard.
Sitting down next to your mom and dad (who still look absolutely astounded by Alex’s physique and appetite) you help yourself to a small sandwich and try to wrap your head around what’s happening.
“Hey, when did we get that car?” you ask both of your parents. They look at towards each other and then back to you. “Honey did you bump your head when you were roughhousing with Alex?” your Mom asks sounding quite concerned. “You know that we bought that with the project money.”
“Yeah and a good thing we did too” your dad adds. “With an appetite like that we need all the room for his lunch!” He says only half joking.
Hmm…that sort of made sense. Maybe you should ask your parents some more about the project you might be able to find out what the new “superboy” Alex’s kryptonite is…
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