Sibling Rivalry – Part 13: Getting Away with It

[kenstaff]

Part 1 - Teen Muscle Envy
Part 2 - Have Your Cake, I'll Eat it.
Part 3 - What's Yours is Mine
Part 4 - Bro’mancipation
Part 5 - Attraction Distraction
Part 6 - How Did I Get Here?
Part 7 - Barely Revealed
Part 8 - Sixth-Teen, Seventh-Teen
Part 9 - Big Dumb and Fulla…
Part 10 - Uh Oh
Part 11 - Caught off Guard
Part 12 - Unexpected Arousals


Satisfied that he had anticipated the reactions now being displayed in the picture-in-picture, on-screen in front of him by the view from the spy-cam Mr. Z had so quickly brought back up to Chad’s bedroom window – the older man breathed a heavy sigh. The man in the dark computer lab blinked at the relieving sight of only a heap of torn clothing in a pile on the floor of Chad’s bedroom, as the boy’s huge brother entered, enormous dick bouncing at his ripped crotch – and followed by a fumbling parent behind him.

While tempted to remain focused on a hulking teenage Drew, with the incredibly enticing sight of such a large muscle erection and the impending reaction from his dad, scrambling to his feet behind him… Mr. Z instead closed the picture-in-picture view, recalling the spy-cam to automatically retract to its hidden post, to the back underside of of Drew’s high def wireless webcam in his basement bedroom.

The man’s urgent attention was now focused only on Chad’s capture by the emergency dispatch vehicle, automatically summoned upon the initial instigation of the teen muscle pheromone alarm. Mr. Z knew he only had a very short amount of time before the drowsy effects of his Flexadrinazine inhibitor / antidote’s subconsciously planted instructions wore off.

Having accounted for worst-case scenarios such as this, Mr. Z had thankfully prepared remote retrieval vehicles near each of his targeted recruits – in the event that his careful plans were to become jeopardized by one of the boys’ overzealous egos and subsequent overdose of Flexadrinazine. He simply could not risk one of the boys being captured by authorities of any kind – as it would surely lead back to him and destroy his years of work – work that was only now just beginning to come to fruition and deliver on the promise of fulfilling his wildest muscle fantasies.

The now impossibly enormous 14 year-old Chad had been subconsciously instructed to leave his ripped and tattered clothing behind. They were to be left as a decoy, after being drenched in his now irresistable teen muscle pheromones. Further instructions had been absorbed by the huge teenager, by the antidote’s genetically altered chemicals - to quickly escape by any means possible and make his way down to his home’s back alley and stay hidden from anyone’s view until the emergency retrieval vehicle arrived. He was then instructed to get inside the vehicle and await further instruction.

Chad, now squatting behind shrubs at the end of the backyard driveway blinked his eyes as his dim, blurry vision began to slowly lighten and become clearer by each passing second. The giant muscle-bound young teen could feel the fresh air in his nostrils, as well as between his squatted thighs – then gust upwards between his pectorals, cooling the damp and moist depth of his muscle cleavage. The air felt so pleasing, Chad stood up and his eye-sight returned to clarity, just as an unknown vehicle screeched to a halt in front of him. Shaking his head, Chad felt an overwhelming desire to jump inside as a door opened and he fell into the welcoming confines of the empty vehicle, causing it to tilt slightly on the side supporting the huge boy as it sped off, smoke billowing behind it.


Mr. Z maneuvered his fingers along the touch-screen, driving the remote vehicle while intently watching it’s on-screen view – carefully avoiding any oncoming cars, cyclists and nearby pedestrians. His only thought was to get Chad to the safe-house, the location that housed the emergency vehicle.

- - -

Drew, now inside the bedroom and sniffing wildly at the air suddenly felt someone grab at his ass but he was too focused on locating his brother Chad and the source of the irresistible smell.

As he began to enjoy the squeezing groping at his back-side, Drew suddenly noticed the pile of ripped and torn clothing on the floor in front of him and sniffed at the odor they were emitting.

He slapped his dad’s horny clasping hands away from behind him and knelt to the ground, picking up some of the material and brought it to his nose.

Caught by the distracting odor, Mr. Whitley dropped to the floor beside his huge muscular teenage son and grabbed at the rest of the clothing on the floor, scooping them up and plunging his face in to their oh so erotic aroma.

Drew stood up, realizing Chad was not to be found here – breaking him free of the hypnotic effect of the pheromone induced trance he was in. Looking down at his dad, Drew decided the best thing to do would be to break him free of his state as well – so he grabbed the clothing up off the floor – and plucked the handful from his dad and tossed them into his brother’s shower and turned on the taps. The water sprayed all over the clothing, dampening their effects on his dad, until the man stood in the middle of Chad’s bedroom wide-eyed, his face twisting into a look of disgust and embarrassment.

“The smell had me going too, dad…” Drew admitted as he turned off the taps, drawing the shower curtain while flipping his now deflated dick back inside the torn opening at his crotch - then closing the bathroom door behind him, his hands hiding his ripped crotch area.

Mr. Whitley looked at Drew, regaining his sense of control but quickly began to sniff the air again, suddenly picking up the scent of his still present muscled-up teenager. The man’s eyes glazed over and he slowly began walking towards Drew, licking his lips.

Realizing his dad wasn’t resuming his shouting accusations, Drew felt finally at ease with his dad - but his relief quickly faded as he quickly realized the man was being drawn in by what must be his own muscular scent. It only made sense that if Chad had a scent, having taken the stolen capsules – he must have it too. He maneuvered to his right as his dad lunged at him, grasping for his muscular arm but missing and stumbling into the bedroom wall.

Drew ran out of the bedroom and back down the stairs towards the main floor with his dad in erotic pursuit.

- - -

Matt was busy trying to figure out how to sneak in to his best friend’s house and had exhausted every scenario he could come up with before realizing he wasn’t even prepared to risk getting caught by either of the giant muscle teens – or their angry dad.

The horny teenager’s thoughts then immediately recalled what his best friend had said to him at school, earlier that day – that he was supposed to go to the post office and pickup his package from Mr. Z. A package that surely contained the Flexadrinazine muscle-growth drug!

Matt’s heart beat loud and fast in his chest as he tried desperately to stuff his rock-hard erection into three pairs of underwear he put on – in hopes of confining his overly aroused penis.

After managing the difficult task, the teenager grabbed his duffel bag, wallet and keys and exited the house, in the direction of the post office – just in time to see a very unusual vehicle race down the street, with all it’s windows tinted so dark he couldn’t see inside. Matt shrugged his shoulders and continued down the street at such a distracted speed that his fumbling feet kept tripping over themselves after every few steps, while he continually ran his tongue over and around his lips – that suddenly seemed incredibly dry.

Breathing heavily by the time he reached the post office, Matt strode up the stairs and into the building – only minutes before its 4pm closing time.

The teenager strode up to the counter and stated his name to the attendant.

“Chad Whitley? I’m expecting a package…. has anything come in yet?” the nervous teenager asked.

The annoyed post office attendant looked down at the counter at her left side and flipped through some pages in a binder, then slid her finger down a column on the page where she’d stopped.

The woman sighed and turned around, disappearing into the back-room – only to re-emerge a few tortured, seemingly endless moments later – with a small box in her rough looking hands.

“I.D. please…” The woman mumbled robotic-ally


Matt fumbled with his duffel-bag, yanking it up and onto his side of the wicket counter - pulling out the identification he’d managed to alter – overlaying Chad’s name, age and date of birth on top of his own on his Identification card.

The woman barely glanced at it, satisfied at reading the name Chad Whitley and seeing the boy’s picture. She snapped her gum and turned a clipboard towards the boy and handed him a pen.

“Sign here…” she said, chewing impatiently.

Matt grabbed the pen from the woman and scribbled, fearing his nerves would give him away and prevent him from getting what he came for.

The woman slid the box out to Matt’s side of the counter, stopping suddenly with her hand firmly gripping the top of the box, making Matt’s eager hands slip off the package and look up at her in surprise.

“Wait.” The woman said, “You look younger than 18, if you are – you need a parent to sign…. Show me that I.D. again…”

Matt tried his best to hide his nerves as he fumbled again with his duffel bag. Luckily he’d thought of the age restriction and made himself 18 exactly, knowing he looked too young to pass for anything older than that.

The woman inspected the fake ID, then let go of the box. “Alright…” she said, then slammed her wicket closed and dropped the closed sign.

Matt inhaled a deep breath as he dumped the box into his duffel bag and exited the post office, smiling at the security guard who glared at him with a stern frown, holding the door open as if to hint at the kid to hurry up and get out. The guard closed and locked the post office door behind him as he exited the building, as if to let him know how put-out he had been - after Matt had kept him there two-minutes past quitting time.

Matt ran down the street towards home with his heart racing in his chest and his confined erection causing him considerable discomfort.

Was this real? Could it really have worked?? Were his dreams of muscle – big huge hard veiny and hairy muscles - about to come true!?


End of part 13

[iceman75]

I really like what you're doing here, prolonging the story by using twists and turns, keeping the boys away from each other by doing a subtle bait and switch here and there, I'm on to you, bro! But seriously, I really have enjoyed this series, it has been very entertaining and arousing and I look forward to more.

[Kit Werecat]

Gah! You're STILL holding out on letting us really see Chad, huh? Although you are giving us tantalizing clues - "Enormous", Drew's big clothes totally shredded to ribbons, the vehicle slumping over to accommodate the weight of all that muscle..

This is outright torture, man!

Matt is starting to look promising, too! Firstly, he's got a bottle of Flexadrinazine all to himself! Secondly, from what he's seen so far, and how anxious he is to get there himself, he's extremely impulsive, and may just up and chug a handful of these pills down all at once!! Here's hoping he doesn't exceed the maximum dosage like Chad did. What was it? Up to 10 capsules in a given period maximum? At least the package also contains a digital phone with pheromone sensors and that spy-camera thingy.. doesn't it?

Thirdly, from the descriptions so far made about Matt's libido and how much trouble he has containing his non-enhanced junk before taking any pills, he could very well wind up holding the Flexadrinazine record for most impressive-sized Shower Equipment!

At first I thought you were just inventing Matt as a writer's vehicle to provide a little voyeurism of Chad, and perhaps Drew. Now I see you have much BIGGER plans for him.

I am hopelessly addicted to this fascinating story!

As always, I'm going to be turning blue while holding my breath for the next chapter to be posted.

[peace4255]

I love the pheromones being emitted! Nice touch to a fun story.