Two Brothers (Part 2)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9752

* * *

"Yo, Lil Bro," Will said, knocking on Chris' door.

"Mmrrf, uh, what is it?" came the muffled reply.

"You OK in there, man?"

Will heard the sound of kleenex being pulled out of the box.

Ah, he thought, and waited.

Thump!

The rimshot of the kleenex -- sounded like a lot of it, too! -- was distinctly audible.

Creaaaak

"Whaddya want?" Chris asked. The light was off but Will could tell that Chris was slightly flushed, for all the fact his eyes were droopy.

"Oh, nuthin', bro, just checking, that's all," Will replied. "I thought I heard a noise."

Chris turned beet red.

"You're imagining things," he muttered, then louder. "I'm going to sleep now."

Will kept his internal smirk off his face.

"I bet you'll sleep good," he observed. "Just remember, we're working out together tomorrow!"

Chris' eyes got wide.

"That's right!" he exclaimed. "Wow! I really DO need to get to sleep in that case."

Chris had made Will promise that when he turned 12 he would start training him with the weights ("light ones, we don't want to stunt your growth!") and now was the time!

Will gave his little brother a thumbs up and headed back down the hallway. Watching Will, clad only in gym shorts, walk away was a thing of beauty in itself. The mile wide shoulders, the massively developed back, the bubble butt, the powerful legs, the rolling swagger of the uber-confident jock.

Damn, thought Chris. I'm getting hard again!

He ducked into his room and closed his door before Will could turn and look back at him.

Me oh my, Will thought to himself as he heard Chris' door click shut. My little bro is man!

* * *

Of course, "working out together" really meant that Will told Chris what to do and Chris did all the work. When Chris grumbled about this arrangement, Will picked his 95 lb. brother up with one hand and pumped him up and down in the air about 20 times.

"OK, OK," Chris said, gasping for breath. "I get it!"

Will laughed and tousled Chris' hair.

"Good," he said. "Someday, maybe when you've had your growth spurt and we're both in college, we will work out together. In the meantime, we help each other, OK?"

And with that Will pulled from his giant gym bag a three-ring binder with C-H-R-I-S emblazoned on the front.

"Time to start keeping track, little brother," Will said.

Chris was so happy he was speechless. The look on his face was priceless, then he threw himself on his big musclehead brother and gave him a big slobbery hug and kiss.

"Wow, wow, wow!" Chris said. "This is soooo great!"

Will put Chris set Chris down as if he were an overactive puppy (good comparison, he thought) and said:

"Well, let's be realistic, OK? You're MY brother so you have great genetics but until you get your growth spurt you're not going to grow all that fast."

Chris beamed.

"Oh, I know, it's just..."

Will clapped his big hand on Chris' skinny shoulder.

"I know, I know," Will said. "You're eager, which is great, plus there's no reason we can't give you the best foundation possible so that you'll really take off when it's time!"

Chris blushed.

"Man, I don't know what to say! You're the best big brother ever!"

* * *

It was a good workout.

Will insisted that they stick to light weights, moderate reps, and getting the form absolutely right.

"Most people spend half their lives in the gym undoing the bad habits they learned when they were our age," Will observed. "So you are not allowed to have any, OK?"

Chris rolled his eyes but nodded his head.

"Just remember," Will added. "Your body doesn't know how much you lift. Your muscles just know whether they're exhausted, or not."

By the end of the workout, Chris' muscles were definitely exhausted but Will made his stretch, stretch, and stretch some more, even so.

"We're gonna keep you loose as a goose, Mister Man."

That night Chris wrote the following in his three ring binder:

Height: 5 ft.

Weight: 95 lbs.

Biceps: 10 1/2 inches

Chest: 32 inches

Waist: 24 inches

Bench press: 95 x 10

Dead lift: 115 x 10

Squat: 135 x 10

"Will won't let me try to do a 1RM, dammit!"

Meanwhile, Will was in the basement, finishing up his workout with a 20-rep bench press set, 315 lbs. going up and down with no apparent effort.

Not bad, he thought. Not bad at all -- he's gonna grow!

[More to cum!]

Part 3: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17078

[arpeejay]

Ya know, I'm pretty sure I wrote a second chapter for this one not long after I posted the first (January 2008), then lost it in an internet glitch. If the original # 2 was posted somewhere, please let me know!

xoxo

Richard

PS:

Not much of a break! I guess I'm addicted, huh?

[chocomus]

I think i'll be the one addicted.
I love the fact that they are heping eachother like that and that they are in such good terms. this is gonna be a nice story, i believe it!

[anthrowolfdude]

WooHoo!!! i was going to ask if there was a part two when i read the first part and you've just answered my question.

Great story, looking forward to more!!