Twins (part 1): Youth

[Corwin]

Chapter 1: Youth

Sam had met Cathryn in college. It was your typical jock meets
cheerleader fairytale. Sam had been the star quarterback, and
Cathryn the head cheerleader. It was like their romance had been
preordained. They married immediately after graduation. Their sex
was wild and passionate, and although they both wanted a family, they
agreed to wait a few years. Like everything else in their fairytale
existence, after five years of wedded bliss, Cathryn became pregnant.

On their sixth anniversary, Cathryn went into labor. They were
suprised when the technician in the birthing room told them it was
twins. They named their first son James Simon. Jimmy was a healthy
boy, born at 6 pounds 9 ounces. They named their second son Thomas
Michael. Tommy was health too, but bigger than Jimmy. He was born at
8 pounds, 11 ounces. Although Tommy was bigger, it was clear from
their features that they were identical twins.

As the boys grew, more differences became clear. Jimmy's eyes focused
more quickly. Tommy was the first to sit up, crawl and walk. Jimmy
was the first to talk. Sam liked to joke that Jimmy was the brains,
and Tommy the brawn.

Even with their different moods, the boys were inseparable. While
Tommy would run and play, Jimmy would tag along and watch his more
coordinated "little" brother.

One day, at age four, the brothers were playing in a wooded area near
their home. "When I grow up, I'm going to be a lumberjack!" Tommy
boasted.

"Lumberjacks cut down trees," Jimmy added.

"Ya, and they're strong too, like me," Tommy boasted, making a muscle
with his arm. Even though he was four, his bicep made a billiard size
bulge on his upper arm. "I won't even use an axe. I'll take the
trees down with my hands!"

"Think you can take down a tree now?" Jimmy asked.

"Don't know, maybe. Which one?"

Jimmy looked around. Some of the trees were real big, and some pretty
small. Jimmy picked one with a trunk about a foot in diameter. It
was a young oak. "This one?"

Tommy walked up to the tree. He pushed it, and the tree swayed a bit.
He looked at his hands, and they were a bit dirty. "Better take off
my shirt. Mommy will get mad if I get it too dirty." He lifted his
t-shirt over his head and handed it to his brother. Eventhough he was
a child, his muscles were clearly visible. He had small pecs, and a
tight waist with 8 little ridges.

Tommy walked over to the tree. He put both hands on the trunk and
began to push. His back spread into a V too large for a child his
age. He braced himself with his legs, and his thighs became ridges of
defined muscle. As he pressed into the tree, it swayed and then
bowed. A deep canyoned formed on Tommy's back as his lats thickened.
The separation between his quads became more distinct, and his bulging
hamstrings caused the bottoms of his shorts to rip. Tommy's calves
burst into diamond hardness as he pushed harder on the now
not-so-vertical tree. As Tommy shoved, the trees surface roots began
to crack and were forced from the ground. Tommy's face showed raw
determination and his child's body began to swell with strength and
power. With a sudden crack, the trees roots burst from the ground and
the tree toppled over. Arms akimbo, Tommy turned and smiled at Jimmy.
His body didn't look like a four year olds, but more like a small
teenage bodybuilder. "There."

"Neat! But you didn't really break the tree, did you?" Jimmy corrected.

"Well, it's not in the ground!" protested Tommy. He walked to the
tree, and curled it. His biceps bulged into baseball sized mounds,
though his face showed no strain at all. "And when I'm a lumberjack,
I'll carry them around and make lots of money." Tommy turned fast,
forcing Jimmy to move out of the way of the swinging tree.

"Tommy! Jimmy! Time to come home," their Mom called, unaware of what
her son had just accomplished. "Lunch time!"

"We can play more later," Jimmy said as he tossed Tommy's shirt to
him. It fit his now pumped muscles snuggly. Their Mom would comment
that Tommy was growing too fast and she'd have to buy him new clothes.
They didn't tell her about the tree.

As the boys grew, it became apparent to them that Tommy was different
than other boys. He was stronger. Lots stronger. The twins decided
that this would be their secret. When Tommy played, he never showed
anyone but Jimmy how strong he really was. Sometimes, he even let
other kids win, just to keep the secret.

As Tommy grew, his strength increased dramatically. When he was six,
he could lift the family minivan with one hand. By the time he was
10, he was doing the same to Mack trucks. The twin's secret was safe
until they entered the sixth grade.

During their first day of middle school, they met their new gym
teacher, Mr. McGuiness. He was a new teacher, but there were
rumors about him from the start. He was the new football coach, and
had been training the team for a month before school started. Some of
the players said he had taken a solid steel bar and bent it into a
pretzel. Others said he threw a football so far, they couldn't see
where it came down or that Mr. McGuiness said he had launched it into
orbit. Tommy reacted with a steel-cold gaze when he heard these things.

Jimmy and Tommy were in the same gym class with about 20 other boys.
Jimmy's eyes widened at the sight of their teacher. He was about as
tall as their father, six foot one, but much bigger. He wore a tank
top and shots, and his muscles were clearly visible and huge. His shirt
stopped above his belly button, draping down from his mountainous
pecs. His abs were two rows of boulders jutting from a thin waist.
His sweat pants strained to contain his thighs, the muscle definition
clearly visible through the fabric. Jimmy wondered if Tommy might
look like this man when he grows up.

Mr. McGuiness was very handsome, with sculpted features and red hair.
Some of the kids wondered if he might be a bodybuilder, except that he
didn't shave his body hair. Not that it mattered, his muscular
definition was clearly visible.

Mr. McGuiness looked up and down the line of students. When he got to
Tommy, his eyes stopped. Tommy stared back coldly. Mr. McGuiness
explained that they would be expected to change into gym clothes
before the next class. He explained what t-shirt to buy, and the need
for a jock strap. He asked if anyone was interested in sports, and
several of the boys raised their hands. Tommy didn't. That gave
Mr. McGuiness an opening. He walked over to Tommy.

"What's your name, son?"

"Tommy Jenkins, sir."

"Ever thought about playing football, Tommy? You look pretty tough."

"Thought about it, but I'm not sure I want to."

"Well, Tommy, you look pretty fit. Do you lift weights?"

"I've lifted some things, yes sir."

"Why don't you come by after school. There's no practice today, but
maybe I can tell you about the team."

"I have to go home with my brother, sir," Tommy said, pointing at Jimmy.

Mr. McGuiness looked at Jimmy. "Why don't you come too? You wouldn't
mind waiting while I talked to your brother, would you?"

Jimmy pondered this for a minute. "No sir, I don't mind. I think
Tommy might like playing football." Jimmy looked at Tommy and winked.

"Then it's set." Mr. McGuiness resumed talking to the class about
what to expect in phys-ed this year.

After class, Tommy stopped Jimmy. "What was that about? I can't play
football with the normal kids. I could hurt them and then they'd
learn about our secret." Tommy stressed the word secret.

"I know, but I've got a hunch. You saw Mr. McGuiness. I think he
might be like you, real strong I mean. If he is, he might be of some
help to us. If the opportunity comes up, I think we ought to test
him."

"Help to us?"

"Ya. Look, you got a gift, but we can't keep lifting rocks and trucks
and stuff. If I'm right, the teacher's been where you are. He knows
what to do, and what not to do. Maybe he can train you. Maybe he
knows other strong guys. We have to play it by ear, but he could be
useful."

"For what?"

"For making you the strongest man this world has ever seen."

Tommy grinned at this thought.

Jimmy was the first to arrive at Mr. McGuiness's office. The teacher
was busy sitting at his desk, filling out some paperwork. He wore
the same tank-top, and his boulder-sized delts and bowling-ball size
biceps dominated the desk as he wrote whatever administrative
mumbo-jumbo was required of him. Jimmy knocked.

"I'm sorry, Mr. McGuiness. Is Tommy here yet."

"No. Jimmy, right? Come on in and sit down while we wait."

"Thank you, sir." Jimmy took a seat.

"You and your brother are awfully respectful, calling me sir and all."

"Mom and Dad taught us to respect our elders, sir."

"I'm not that much older than you." Mr. McGuiness grinned. "Anyway,
you and your brother are twins."

"Yes sir. Identical twins, well, kinda."

"Kinda?"

"Yes sir. Dad says Tommy's the brawn and I'm the brains. Tommy
likes to do sports, and I prefer books and stuff."

"So you don't like sports."

"No sir. " Jimmy sensed his chance and took it. "Tommy wants to be
a body builder. He's got all these magazines and stuff. Some of the
kids say you're a body builder, sir. Are you?"

Mr. McGuiness chuckled. "No. I've never competed. I'm just
naturally gifted."

"I don't understand," Jimmy feigned.

"I'm kinda strong. I, well, er, I like to do tricks." Mr McGuiness
looked at Jimmy, who played innocent. "Would you like to see?"

"Sure."

The teacher stood. "Let's go into the weight room."

"What about Tommy? Aren't we suppose to meet him here?"

"I'll put a note on the door." He scibbled 'In the weight room' on a
piece of paper an taped it to the door, then walked down the hall.
Jimmy followed. As Mr. McGuiness walked, he lifted the tank top over
his head, revealing a landscape of rippling back muscles. Jimmy
walked faster, and noted the gym teacher's hairy pecs bouncing inches
over a cobblestone waist. Mr McGuiness bounced his pecs as he
walked, noting the young kids eager gaze.

The weight room was a plain tan room with several benches, a number
of dumbells and barbells, rackes of weights, a few weight machines
and two weight racks. One of the walls was covered with mirrors. Mr
McGuiness motioned for Jimmy to sit on a bench as he faced one of the
mirrors. He looked at his reflection, grinned, and struck a double
bicep pose. Mountains of muscles bulged from his arms, and his lats
flexed into wings of pure power. "Ya, I guess I could see why you
kinds think I body build." Jimmy nodded.

"OK, I promised you tricks." Mr. McGuiness walked over to a
solid-steel barbell. It was a five foot long steel bar without any
weights. "Watch this." The man gripped the bar at the ends. His
arms burst into rigid, hard muscle and the solid bar began to bend.
In five seconds, he had bent the bar over itself into a the shape of
a pretzel. A small dabble of sweat covered his body, and Jimmy could
smell a musky aroma from the man.

From the doorway came the sound of clapping. It was Tommy. The
twelve year old entered the room and said, "Nice trick." He walked
into the room and removed his t-shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and
boyish 8-pack. He took the bent metal from the teacher, who just
stood there. Tommy held it with one hand, feeling its weight. Taking
the ends, he pressed into it. His body burst into muscular hardness,
and the metal began to deform, undoing the pretzel knot. Next he
pulled and stretched it back into the straight bar. "I don't think
you should destroy school property, sir."

Mr. McGuiness's mouth hung down as he watched this boy unbend the
solid steel bar. "I couldn't do that til I was 17," he muttered.
Tommy smirked, and flexed his body as the teacher's eyes looked him up
and down.

Mr. McGuiness caught Tommy's smirk, then returned it with a
self-assured grin of his own. "Ya, pretty good for a kid, but check
out this man muscle." Mr. McGuinness hit a most muscular pose,
pulling his arms into a crab and flexing his back. Mr McGuinness held
the crab pose, flexing harder. As he did, his muscles grew thicker
and more defined. Mr McGuiness stared at Tommy, who remained
nonplussed. Mr McGuiness released his pose. His torso was covered
with a fine layer of sweat that made reflected light off the bulk of
his defined muscles.

"Not bad for an older guy, but I bet you I could take you." Tommy
said. Mr McGuiness laughed.

"I don't think so, son."

Tommy walked to a clear area of the floor and laid down. He placed
his elbow on the ground, and raised his open palm to the teacher.
"Arm wrestle?"

Without a word, Mr McGuiness lowered himself to the floor. His arm
was longer, and both adjusted their grips. Jimmy noted that how much
thicker the teacher's arm looked compared to his brother. When they
were ready, they looked at Jimmy.

"Call it." Tommy ordered.

Jimmy placed his hands on the competitor's fists.

"On three. One. Two. Three." Jimmy released them. Instantly,
their forearms burst into rivers of defined muscle. Biceps leapt and
shoulder's strained. Tommy's bicep looked like a baseball, while the
teacher's was even larger. Mr McGuiness got an early advantage and
pushed Tommy's arm down. Tommy strained and stopped it, but just
barely. Both started to sweat, their faces red with the strain.

Tommy grunted, and pushed Mr. McGuiness back to the starting point. A
new determination showed on the teacher's face. He pushed Tommy's
arm, but Tommy was able to stop his short and push his arm back, this
time pushing the arm past center. Mr. McGuiness struggled, and
stopped the loss. He pushed back, but he wasn't able to get his arm
back to neutral. Now, both competitors were sweating profusely.

"Damn, you're one strong man." Tommy said. "But I don't think you're
strong enough for this kid's muscle." Tommy pushed Mr. McGuiness's
arm down more. Tommy was now half way toward winning, but
Mr. McGuiness wasn't through. He screamed a rebel yell, and stopped
Tommy. Mr McGuiness had a huge pump, his upper arm quivering trying
to contain Tommy's power. Tommy too was pumped huge, and his arms
were now nearly as large as the teacher's.

Tommy grinned, "That all you got?" Mr McGuiness let out another
primal yell, summoning all his strength to stop the preteen's arm, but
with no effect. Both were breathing hard, but the teacher seemed to
be breathing deeper. Tommy's power was wearing the man down. Slowly,
Tommy forced the muscleman's arm to the mat. Mr. McGuiness struggled
to free his arm, but Tommy held it firm.

"Guess my boymuscle was too much for you," Tommy sneared as he
struggled to contain. "Sorry."

Mr. McGuiness finally stopped struggling. "OK. You win. Damn. Your
strength is unbelievable."

"I've seen Tommy lift cars. He is strong," agreed Jimmy. "That's why
he probably can't play football. It wouldn't be fair. I mean, he's
even stronger than the coach!"

Tommy grinned, and flexed his arm. It was now clearly pumped as big
as Mr. McGuiness's, if not bigger. This time, the red-headed muscle
man looked at the boy in awe. Finally, he spoke.

"Look, kids. How many people know about this? I mean, you both know
that Tommy's special, right."

"You're the first one we've ever told. Tommy hides it pretty well,
and when he doesn't, nobody seems to notice."

"You mean your parents don't know?" Mr. McGuiness said in surprise.

Both boys shook their head, 'no.'

"Why tell me, then?"

"Jimmy guessed that you might be pretty strong too. I mean, the kids
talk about your tricks, sir," said Tommy.

"And I thought maybe you'd be willing to help Tommy," added Jimmy.

"Help him? How? He's already shown he's stronger than me."

"I'm sorry sir, but don't you get it. Tommy wants to be stronger.
You must have been in his position, a really strong kid who got
stronger. Way stronger from the looks of it. You know what to do and
how to do it." Jimmy looked at Tommy. "Would you train Tommy so he
can get even bigger and stronger, please, sir."

Mr McGuiness thought. "Ya, I know what it's like, and yes I do still
train. To be honest, I've only met a couple of guys who can take me.
I am one of the strongest, but, fuck Tommy, you're in a league by
yourself. I guess it's my duty to try and mentor you. But, damn it,
with you on the team, we'd be sure to win the state football
championship!" He laughed. "Ok, then, here's what we'll do. You
start coming to football practice. You said you can hide your
strength. Do that. I won't put you on the team. But after practice
each day, I'll train you. Hell, maybe you can give ME some tips to
get stronger. OK."

"OK!" agreed both boys.

"Fine. I need a shower after all this, and it looks like you do too.
Let's hit the locker room then you boys go home. We'll start
tomorrow."

Throughout middle school and later high school, Mr McGuiness trained
Tommy. Tommy grew stronger than either of them could have
imagined.

[arpeejay]

Yay, at last! A Corwin story!

Many thanks, Scott, it's great!

xoxo

richard