Little Brother. Samuel's story.

[magusfan]

This is a continuation of a story I began almost a year ago. The final part introduced a character called Samuel, and his story will become the focus of this continuation. Is not a direct follow-in, some thing won't tie in, and it need not be read in conjunction with the other parts.

LITTLE BROTHER

Samuel felt his temperature rise as the key turned in the lock and his front door swung open. His heartbeat felt like a drum, banging against his feeble chest. Hesitantly, he stumbled inside.

The house was quiet afterall. Mom was probably out at some church function and dad was still at work. Charlie was probably with his friends, or a girl. Often he would stay away for days - only returning for a change of clothes or some money. He didn't seem to like spending very much time at home any more. Samuel breathed a visible sigh of relief as he closed the front door behind him. He would have to face his family sooner or later; but you never know, maybe things would return to normal next morning. Right now, he just wanted to hide away in bed - and dream this all away, as if it really were some horrid nightmare.

Since it had happened, his once baggy and loose-fitting clothes had become suddenly tight and uncomfortable. The first things to come off were his shoes. When he left school they hadn't been too bad but it was now clear that his feet had grown to a size to large to be contained by his small-sized sneakers. He ripped them off, tore off his socks and stared for a second. His feet were sweaty, and oversized, looking like they should belong to someone else. He squirmed around, trying to lift his t-shirt off his skinny frame. As he attempted to pull it up he caught a sight of the bottom of stomach in the hallway mirror opposite. Samuel had been podgy but all traces of body-fat had been wiped away from his now-skinny torso. He had been small before, but his waist now seemed to reach impossibly tight proportions. There were even faint lines evidently enscribed onto his stomach. With a long thin hand (longer and thinner than before) he tentatively reached to touch for it. None of this felt real.

Suddenly he heard footsteps. Upstairs. Solid deliberate footsteps that moved quickly. Too quickly for Samuel to move out of the hallway as he heard them echo across the landing and down the stairs. Samuel glanced up to the sight of his older brother swagerring purposefuly downstairs. Everything Charlie did was done deliberately and with an enviable, manly purpose. Although Samuel had grown to hate his brother, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to deny the strange feeling of envy that had almost developed into an intense form of jealousy. His brother had become a beautiful man, a fact that he was only too eager to show off himself. He rarely walked around the house fully-clothed anymore, his sexy developed torso, from the wide pecs to the thick abs, were alway on display. His face was perfectly proportioned; sharp cheek-bones, full-lips -often curved into a cocky smile, deep set eyes and thick manly eyebrows. And his skin glistened with a sickening healthy and glowing tan. He was bare-feet and in track-pants, which barely manage to conceal his oversized bulge.

Charlie and Samuel hadn't been so different once upon a time. Charlie had been different - smaller, quieter, he even smelt different - and everyone had called him Charles then. Samuel had always been close to his older brother. They were seperated by a few years but shared many interests - books, science - they were both intelligent and ahead in their respective classes. Samuel had wept with dissapointed in the days weeks and months following his brother's 'grwoth'. As his brother had rapidly sought new interests; sex, football and partying, and Samuel had turned from his brother's close confident to irregular punchbag, he knew they were never going to be as close again.

Samuel took another quick glance at himself in the hallway mirror. In the space of a couple of hours, he had become taller by a good three or four inches. Skinnier, devoid of any forms of body fat, and subsequently his facial features had stretched out and become more defined. He was still recognisable as the same small runt he had always been - his changes were not even in the same league as those of his elder brother's - but it was like he had been injected with a small healthy dose of testosterone. Puberty, in the form of a single white pill, had hit him at last.

But this wasn't a good thing. This was disturbing - this is what he had tried to hide away as soon as the changes had occured earlier that afternoon. Insecure and unconfident Samuel had never felt completely happy in his own skin, but now, hit by a sudden and disconcerting growth spurt, he felt even more like a freak of nature. He hadn't wanted anyone to catch him like this, he had wanted to hide it away and now his big dumb older brother was being brought face to face with what had happened. If anyone was going to give him hell for this it was Charlie,, yet another peculiarity to add to a long line.

As he reached th bottom of the stairs, Charlie looked him up and down in an instant. There was the same 'can't be fucked' sneer on his face as he took a glance at his brother's puny existence. Then, without another word he swaggered past his brother - Samuel had to flinch out of the way to avoid his brother's strutting wide shoulders - and into the kitchen. He had not said a word. Had he not even noticed a single difference?

Samuel was not waiting around to find out. In an instant he chased up the stairs into his own bedroom. Facing the foot-long mirror on one wall he tore off finally his t-shirt, rapidly loosening his tight pants. Staring at his body in the mirror, how could Charlie not have noticed? The changes were small but they were there. His chest - it was almost developed. Tiny barely defined pectorals, clear stomach muscles, small rounded biceps and his legs were slightly swollen in muscle. His face was longer, sleeker - his nose and chin more defined, lips more sensual and eyes larger. Examining them in the close context, the differences were striking. Samuel even felt an uneasy stab of resentment at the lack of recognition his brother had offered. None of this was good, but...it wasn't exactly bad either, was it?

Samuel could not even dare himself to look inside his y-fronts, but now free from the restriction of what had been his tight pants, he had a feeling there had been a change there too.

What had happened to him?

[Logan2009]

love all your stories they are great!

[Aronymous]

Second that!

Even though they're a bit old, would you ever consider to write some more 'Little Brother' stories?

[littlebrother]

I agree to that! More little brother stories!