You were standing up, a little unsteadily. Alex looked at you for a moment before smirking and picking you up in his arms. "Hey!" you protest, powerless. Alex just keeps smirking and says "You looked a little worse for the wear, so I think we could just go back. I'll take you there."
"What? Let me go, Alex!" You struggle, but your efforts are futile. Soon, you feel one of his arms wrapping around your legs, stopping them. The other arm wraps around your back and grabs one of your arms, stopping it. Your other arm is trapped between your own body and Alex's strong chest, unable to escape.
"Nope! And I'll carry you all the way! So get used to it. Or do I have to make you?" He says, nonchalant. You gulp, and anything you were going to say dies in your throat. Closing your eyes, you remain still, cold fear running through your spine. "Thought so".
He starts walking, and you ask "I-I thought you wanted to go to the snack bar." You want to hit your head against a wall for stuttering.
"Yeah, but since someone decided to get hurt, we're going back to the house."
"The house?"
"You don't remember that either? We're staying on a really nice house, just a couple yards away from the beach. We're alone, but we've got food and everything else, so don't worry."
"So Mom and Dad are not here, and no one else is around? What about the snack bar?" You didn't like the idea of being alone with Alex, considering he could easily beat you up all day if he wanted payback for anything else you may have done to him. Alex was normally a very sweet and kind boy, a bit annoying perhaps, like most kids his age, but having all that strength and power over you could end up making him... well, not so sweet. You shiver a bit at the idea of Alex being a total jerk to you. That felt horribly wrong, even without the fact that Alex was now strong enough to lift a car.
"What, you scared of being alone with your little brother?" Alex giggles at his own question, before answering "Nobody else is around, and the snack bar is a bit far from here." He stops and you look at the house in front of you both. It was really big, at least five hundred square yards. It looked more like a beach resort than anything else.
"There it is." Alex resumes walking and enters the place through a glass panel door, opening with his foot. Inside it was really spacious, since there wasn't a lot of furniture, so it didn't feel cluttered. The walls were painted a slightly beige color. There were a couple couches around a coffee table on one side of the room, a dining table on the other. You didn't get to see anything else as Alex kept walking, entering a hallway and then one of the rooms on the right. There was a single king sized bed at the end of the room, near a large glass door that lead to a garden, a nightstand on each side of the bed, a walk-in closet, and a desk with a chair opposite of the bed.
"Why don't I remember all this?" You can't help but ask yourself. Before Alex says anything, you point a finger at him and say "Don't answer." He just pouts, going straight to the bed, and lays you there. You decide to ignore the fact that Alex just treated you like a little kid and start thinking about everything that happened in the last few minutes, feeling mind-blown. You don't even bother with your brother sitting besides you, his heavy, muscular body making the mattress groan a bit, until he starts poking your cheek.
"What?" You ask, feeling a bit annoyed by the poking, but not showing it, just in case Alex decided to punish you for that.
"How do you feel?" He asks, a little worried. That surprises you a little bit.
"What do you mean?"
"Does it hurt still?" He must be talking about the punch he gave you earlier.
"Not as much anymore" you say before touching your chest, and feeling the area flare up in pain. "Ow!" You yelp and stop paying attention to Alex, who feels a little guilty, "I guess it still does." You mutter to yourself.
"Sorry." Surprised, you look at Alex, who looks a little ashamed. You can tell that he's still a really kind and sweet kid, and you feel a bit stupid for thinking that he would ever change just for having giant muscles harder than steel and much more strength than any other man on Earth.
"It doesn't matter. I was kinda being an idiot." You tell him, your eyes looking anywhere but where your brother is. It was true, and all because you couldn't accept the fact that now your younger brother was physically superior to you in every way.
You feel his powerful arms wrap around you, an inescapable grip that feels oddly comforting, while avoiding any contact where he hit you before. "I'll try to be more gentle with you from now on. I just forgot that now you're really fragile compared to me," he says. You looked at him with annoyance this time. "I'm not made of glass, bro."
He smiles at you playfully, says "I don't think so!" and gives you a noogie. You try to escape, but you can't. "Okay, stop, stop, stop!" You plead, laughing a bit. He does as you ask, laughing too.
After the laugh subsides, you look at him, serious. "I know that I can't ever compare to you in anything physical, not anymore, but you are still my brother. If you ever need anything from me, I'm here for you."
He looks at you, then hugs you, carefully. Still, you can tell how easily he could crush your body to paste, if he ever wanted. You put your arms around him, and pat his back. He releases you and stands up. "Thanks, Justin." He rubs his neck, feeling a little awkward. You watch the huge mound of muscle your brother calls a bicep and you can't help but gulp.
"So... since we are not going to the snack bar, wanna make some food? Gotta feed those muscles of yours," you say, trying to take your eyes off your brother's arm, only to look at the rest of his godlike body. Alex, though, just happily drags you to the kitchen, his iron grip on your wrist gentle but firm and unbreakable.
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