As Caleb worms along the floor, struggling to force his shorts completely off, Mikey opens the door.
"Yo, Caleb. Mom says to stop being a dick and---" the sight before him registers. "Whoa."
Caleb thick legs are spread wide apart. His ripped shorts grip a single ankle for dear life. Caleb crunches his huge shoulder forward. His thick chest looms heavily over a thinly exposed eight pack. Caleb's piercing blue eyes glare at his black haired, pale skinned brother. "GET. OUT," Caleb's voice commands.
Mikey barely holds back his bubbling laughter, while pulling out his phone. "Not before this goes on all my social media!"
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Within an instant, Caleb jumps up and firmly lands on his heels. Mikey is already halfway down the hall before Caleb's thick frame has a chance to move further. "Stop invading my privacy you little vampire!" Caleb booms.
Gale shakes her head. "Teenagers," she sighs.
Mikey suddenly reappears in the kitchen, half winded, taking his usual seat at the glass breakfast table.
"So, how's your brother?" she asks knowingly.
"Super, mom," he laughs, "Let's just say-- I may have caught him with his pants down."
Gale gives her son an icy stare before continuing with sack lunch preparations. "I said check on him. Not antagonize him."
"Couldn't help it mom," Mikey began as he slurped down some more of his cereal. "He was literally sprawled out on the floor with his pants around his ankles. Lady luck has never been kinder."
Gale takes a breath to repeat the, "brothers-must-stick-together" speech, but is interrupted by the slam of the refrigerator door.
Caleb was finally fully dressed in a turquoise polo, off white shorts, a pair of white running shoes and was guzzling down a full gallon of milk. His neck swelled with each gulp, forcing thick veins on each side to bulge with each swallow.
"Classy, Caleb," Mikey said as he tilted his cereal bowl back and drank the rest of the contents.
"Is that really necessary Caleb?" Gale asked reasonably, choking back her own frustration.
The jug was half empty before he stopped. After a loud belch, Caleb responded. "A little short on time this morning, cuz some jackass doesn't know how to knock."
"Hey. Mom sent me to check on you," he reflexively responded. "Not my fault you decided to try and tear up the house ---and your clothes--- piece by piece."
"You will delete that picture from your phone, or I'll crush it," Caleb threatened taking a step closer to his 5'5" brother.
Gale stepped between the boys, touching Caleb on the chest. "Nobody will be crushing anything."
She looked up at Caleb with authority, though her eyes were level with the behemoth 17 year old's chest. "Understood," she finished firmly.
Caleb stood silent for a moment before breaking eye contact with Mikey, putting the milk away. Caleb stomped back out of the kitchen to gather his things.
"You'd better hurry or you'll miss your ride," Gale motioned to Mikey.
"Do I really have to ride with him?"
"That or the bus."
Mikey considered that for a moment. "Decisions decisions."
"Go," she affirmed.
Mikey grabbed his lunch and soldered his thin backpack.
"I love you," Gale smiled, kissing her boy squarely on the cheek.
"You too mom," he hastily replied before running outside to catch up with Caleb.
Caleb was only a few feet ahead of Mikey and he couldn't help but notice how short Caleb's shorts actually were. They only came a little over half way down Caleb's steel pipes and gripped him like a second skin. Caleb's wallet obscenely bulged from one of the back pockets. "Going out for cheerleader, meathead?"
Caleb didn't respond, he didn't even look back as he slid into the driver's seat. Mikey opened the passenger door, but was suddenly stopped by Caleb's voice, "No nimrod. That's Nina's seat."
"Whatever," Mikey said, slamming the door back. "What does she see in you anyway?"
Caleb grinned, flexing an arm for Mikey to see. "A few things."
The head of Caleb's bicep bulged fiercely against his polo. A single vein snaked around it and into his equally impressive forearms. Mikey enjoyed giving his brother a hard time, especially because Caleb relished the same--- but moment's like these reminded him just how big and powerful his brother really was.
The next several minutes were silent until Caleb pulled up to Nina's house a few blocks over. "I've been texting," Nina said, her voice like venom.
"Phone's busted," Caleb replied.
He gripped the steering wheel extra-hard as they pulled away from her house, remembering how he had accidentally crushed it earlier. The chords in his forearm flared.
"Likely story," she scoffed.
"It's the truth, Nina."
"Sure. Fine. I believe you," she coldly finished.
The car ride was again, a silent one. Nina starred out the window, pretending everything but her boyfriend was interesting. Mikey knew better than to get in the middle of a lover's quarrel, so he put in some earbuds and played one of the many games on his phone. Caleb was still blaming the phone, his pants, his shoes, his mom and his brother for the horrible start to his morning.
Nina finally turned to look at Caleb for the first time and actually noticed him for the first time. She couldn't put her finger on it, but he was looking even hotter than usual. All of Caleb's muscles looked extra thick and defined. Even the one's hiding under his polo were leaving firm bulges and shadows. The top of his exposed thighs wrapped with thick bulges, each twitching and twisting with each press on the brake and accelerator.
And then her eyes flicked.
"Holy shit," Nina thought, trying not to stare at Caleb's crotch, "He must be in a good mood today."
Nina placed her hand on Caleb's thigh, stoking one of the grooves in between the tight folds of muscle. Caleb immediately responded with a soft groan and gentle push of his hips.
The bulge doubled in size within a few seconds and began to forcefully push its way down his pant leg. Nina licked her lips softly as she continued to stroke Caleb's legs. Slowly, but surely her hand was drifting higher up his thigh. She could feel each chord of muscle reflexively tightening under her touch. Caleb had slide even further down in his seat, spreading his legs as wide as they could go in such a tight space. Something about Caleb was making Nina yearn for him more than she ever had, and Caleb was enjoying every moment of it.
Trees and nameless buildings whizzed by as Nina continued to stroke Caleb's soft skin and rippling frame. Caleb's chest heaved with short, hungry breaths, begging for her hands to move higher on his leg.
"FINALLY!" Mikey exclaimed, jumping out of the car.
Caleb and Nina regained some of their senses. They were now parked at the high school. Mikey was half way to the building and the head of Caleb's dick was nuzzling Nina's hand. The engorged flesh had somehow freed itself from Caleb's shorts, traveled down his thigh and was gently oozing a clear liquid on Nina's forefinger.
Both of the aroused teens stared with equal amazement at Caleb's throbbing member. He stretched another half inch down his leg, gently filling Nina's hand with his flesh. His shorts were so tight that even the veins around his shaft displayed themselves with perfect clarity. He was big. But---
"You must be in a really good mood," Nina slyly grinned.
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