Jacob sped downstairs, his mind awhirl with so many possibilities! He was going to be a superhero, HIM! It was the greatest thing he ever could’ve imagined, and the ten year-old had an excellent imagination. In fact, that was his current problem: he could think of so many different things to wish for that he couldn’t decide which to choose! The old man had warned him that the pearl would take time to recharge, especially after a big wish. How long? He had no way of knowing, so he needed to make sure that his first wish was a real winner.
Mom was in the kitchen, getting lunch ready for her two boys on this bright, sunny Saturday. She was taking a pound of ground round out of the refrigerator, so it looked like he and Luke were having burgers and fries. Man, could this day get any better?!?!
“Mom, I have a question.”
“What’s your question, sweetie?” she asked.
“If you could have any power to protect people, what would it be?”
She gave it a moment’s though as she shaped the hamburger into patties.
“I think the power to create forcefields would be pretty helpful for that, don’t you think?”
“Forcefields!” Jacob cheered. “That’s a great idea! Thanks, Mom!”
He turned to dash back to his room, but stopped dead in the hall when he saw the specially-reinforced stairs shaking under the force of five hundred pounds of pure, rock-hard muscle! He looked up to see his “little” brother coming down the stair, clad in a brand-new, very expensive designer black tank-top, black shorts, white socks, and a pair of $450 white and red sneakers.
Luke’s monumentally broad shoulders brushed against the walls on both sides. His shirt was skin-tight across his basketball-sized pecs and every highly-defined brick of his invincible eight pack abs. His bared arms were tanned tree-trunks of rippling, bulging muscles and his legs were two mighty pillars! Luke sported his usual self-confident smirk, his golden hair flashing in the light and his deep blue eyes boring aggressively into Jacob’s. That innocently cherubic face, coupled with the body of a mega-buff GOD, made Luke a living incarnation of mesmerizing boyish beauty and utterly unstoppable physical power!
Jacob immediately dropped his gaze and slid out of the way in a show of submissive deference. The ten year-old had always been jealous of male classmates who had casually talked about bullying or shoving around their younger siblings. How he wished he could do that! But then none of those other boys had kid brothers who boasted twenty-inch biceps, cold, or who could bench-press five tons as a warm-up weight! No, only Jacob was the older brother to Luke Markinson, far and away the strongest human being ever to grace the face of the Earth!
Luke had actually started walking the very day he was born, his stunning physical prowess and development already self-evident to everyone! Once he was brought home the aggressive newborn had wasted no time in using his overwhelming raw power to brutally, totally dominate his older brother! As the months went by, the toddler’s stunningly large and strong muscles grew exponentially greater. Mortally terrified of Luke's tantrums, their parents had immediately given in to every one of their adorable, titanically muscled tyke’s demands. Their mammothly musclebound youngest son’s wishes were literally their command. What Luke wanted, Luke got, immediately and without question!
Fulfilling his desires became much easier financially shortly after Luke’s third birthday, when his existence was somehow leaked to the media (Unbeknowst to Jacob, his younger brother had been born in a military hospital, as part of the top secret Alphaboy project. The Pentagon’s plan had been to study him as he grew, watch for any health problems, and hopefully discover why he had been the project’s sole success. When he was revealed to the world, rather than admit to highly illegal, ethically questionable experiments on humans, the military had engaged in a cover-up. The Markinson parents had been told to claim publicly that they had no idea why little Luke was so impossibly strong and inhumanly muscular).
The world had gone crazy over the discovery of the hulking, three year-old Olympian Adonis. Every news network wanted to interview Luke and his parents, geneticists begged for DNA samples, and modeling companies deluged the Markinson family with offers. Luke’s fame and musculature completely dwarfed that of his predecessor, Richard Sandrak, and at a much younger age! In his first year of publicity Luke pulled in over sixty million dollars, leading Robert Markinson to quit his job as an insurance salesman to manage his ultra-powerhouse progeny’s career.
Now, at six years old, Luke Markinson was the world’s beloved, insanely built blond boy behemoth, wonderingly nicknamed “Kid Atlas”! Unlike Jacob, the international celebrity didn’t attend school, relying on paid tutors in order to accommodate his extremely busy schedule of television product endorsements, modeling shoots, live appearances, etc. That didn’t keep kids everywhere from idolizing Luke, especially those who lived in his hometown. Jordan Williams was a particularly big fan of Luke’s and constantly bullied Jacob in tribute to his seven years younger hero. Physical bullying was actually undergoing something of a Renaissance in schools, ever since the Times interview when Luke had expressed his approval for the practice, his belief that “Might makes right!”. Rather than hurting him, this controversial statement had only increased his immense worldwide popularity as a bad boy Hercules!
Luke halted on a higher step, leaving him towering over Jacob literally as well as physically. Confidently flexing up peaked biceps considerably bigger around than his older brother’s head, Luke commanded, “Clean my new kicks, little brother.”
Jacob didn’t bother to argue, run, or even call for help; Luke’s gargantuan MUSCLES were the ultimate authority in the Markinson household and no one dared defy them! As Mom had once said, Luke was not only a son of their family, but their Sun, and all of their lives revolved around him.
Dropping to his knees, the ten year-old began licking at the very expensive sneakers. For the first time, however, he felt hope rise within him. Once he got back up to his room and used the pearl, he’d be able to make forcefields so durable that not even Luke would be able to break them! Then he and his parents would finally be safe from his great Goliath kid brother’s terrible wrath!
Smirking nastily, Luke watched his older brother obediently clean his sneakers. This was totally awesome! It was just how things were supposed to be, with everyone doing whatever he told them to!
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