Your Brother's Love

 Originally posted on Tumblr: Nov 22 2020

“Dad, you need to leave the bar and come home right now!” Kenny shouted onto the phone. “Simon needs you to watch him. You said I could go out with my friends today. You promised.” Kenny whined into the phone. “Just watch Simon for tonight.  I watch him every night!” Kenny walked in from the kitchen throwing his phone on to the couch.

Simon watched as his older brother frowned and slumped onto the couch. The little boy had been watching TV until he heard his older brother screaming at his dad. He wasn’t scared though he was used to it.

“You don’t want to stay with me?” Simon asked, trying not to cry.

Kenny’s features softened, “It’s not you. I love hanging with you. You know that, right?” He reached over and rubbed Simon’s head. “But sometimes, I need to hang out with kids my own age. I mean it’s my last year of high school and I haven’t done anything. I haven’t snuck out or gone to parties. Hell, I didn’t even get a boyfriend. My life is passing me by,” Kenny sighed reclining into the chair. “Dad’s just using me as a babysitter so he can go out drinking.”

“I’m sorry,” Simon said.

Kenny smiled, letting go of his anger for the night. He’d have it out with their dad tomorrow. Tonight, it was big brother mode. “Okay what would you like for dinner?”

Before Simon could answer a strange ad started to play on TV.

“Want to know the future, rethink your past, change the present? Then call Madam Valuse. That’s right get your reading done LIVE on channel 54 from 9 until 6 all weekend!”

“Va- loose?” Kenny repeated. A woman’s image came on the screen. She was another one of those TV psychics, dressed in purple garb with her crystal ball and tarot cards. Channel 54 was a local station so that probably meant she was in the city.

“For only two small payments of 19.99—

Kenny chuckled. There was the catch, these TV infomercials always wanted more than they were worth. He picked the remote of the living room table and changed it to cartoons for Simon. Leaving to go into the kitchen he couldn’t get that infomercial out of his head. He didn’t know why, it’s not like he had money. Dad wasn’t one to give out allowances. Not like he made enough even if he did.

That night Kenny ended up making spaghetti. He and his brother had a nice time and even played checkers. Of course, it was up to Kenny to make sure Simon took his bath and got ready for bed. Kenny set out Simon’s spider-man pajamas and left to go call his friends. He needed to apologize once again missing out.

He was disappointed, knowing that none of his friends were surprised. They suggested sneaking out after Simon was asleep, but Kenny just wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything happened while he was gone. He went to take a shower and call it a night. Coming out with a towel around his neck, he wore a gray tank top and boxer-briefs for his pajamas. When he opened the door to their bedroom, he found Simon sitting on their bed with the checkers board out.

That’s right, their bed. The truth was they were too poor for the brothers to have separate beds. And though Kenny tried to argue Simon should sleep in his dad’s bed, their dad barred either of them from going into his room to sleep. Their entire house was barely better than a rundown shack.

“So, you want a rematch then?” Kenny smiled walking over to his brother on the bed. Simon kicked off his pajama bottoms leaving him in his underoos so he could be more like his big brother. Kenny laughed, maybe he was a bad influence. The brothers began their match like always. Kenny won the first matches easily but wasn’t above letting Simon take some wins.

Soon Simon passed out and Kenny tucked him in. laying in the dark, Kenny couldn’t help but think about his life. He hated being poor, hated that he didn’t have his own room, but before this year he never thought of it as his dad’s fault. But as the summer drew to a close it finally dawned on Kenny that he was just a tool for his father.

Ken turned in bed so that he and his little brother were facing. Simon looked so much like mom it hurt. He was sure that was the real reason dad didn’t like coming home. Simon had the same blond hair and green eyes, while Kenny had dad’s brown hair and blue eyes. Ken missed mom too, but he wouldn’t go around and mope about it like dad. Simon had been too young to remember, but Kenny could never forget being asked by mom to look after Simon one stormy afternoon. It would be the last thing she ever asked him.

Wrapping his arms around his brother Kenny fell asleep on the verge of tears.

The next morning, Simon woke up to the smell of bacon, that meant Kenny was downstairs cooking. Dad never made breakfast. That was okay because Simon loved Kenny’s cooking. He could go watch his Saturday morning cartoons. Before his foot touched the first step, he could already hear the arguing. There wasn’t any shouting, but Kenny’s tone was beyond annoyed.

“You can’t be gone the whole weekend! Dad, Listen!” Kenny stopped obviously cut off on the other end. When Kenny started up again it was a drastic shift. “What you do?! You don’t do anything! I cook, I clean! I picked Simon up from summer day camp for you, and I even used your card to pay the bills for the last three months because you ‘forgot’.” The sound of Kenny sucking his teeth echoed through the house. “I’m worried what’s going to happened to Simon in the future, when I leave for college after senior year.”

“THEN DON’T GO!” Their dad yelled so loud even Simon heard it upstairs.

“I’M NOT HIS DAD, YOU ARE!” Kenny said in a tone Simon had never heard before; The true contempt Kenny had for their father.

An idea popped into Simon’s head. Kenny had mentioned using dad’s card. Simon snuck into the room. The bed was a mess, barely slept in, though the sheets and covers were all tossed around. Simon knocked over a few beer cans on the floor. Their dad’s work suits were laying on the floor abandoned. When the weekend came, their father would throw off his accounting suit and disappear.  Simon spotted dad’s drawer where he kept his bank cards and the house phone in the corner. He wasn’t supposed to know where this stuff was but their dad got pretty talkative when drunk.

Kenny heard Simon come down the steps but didn’t say anything, he wanted to cool off a bit. Misdirecting his anger at his younger brother wouldn’t solve anything. He heard Simon start talking in the other room. Either he was singing a cartoon theme song, or it was an imaginary friend. Kenny checked the biscuits in the oven. A few minutes more. Feeling lighter, Kenny strolled into the living room to check on Simon.

He saw Simon holding the phone as the TV Psychic Madam Valuse spoke on TV. How cute Simon was pretending to hold a conversation with her.

“Well, Simon I see your future.” The woman stared at the crystal ball as it glowed. Kenny’s heart dropped. There was no way.

She went on speaking, “It does seem you have a long road ahead of you, but Ah!” She gasped as a smile spread on her face. “As long as you have your brother’s love, you’ll grow into a fine man.”

Kenny walked up cautiously and tapped Simon on the shoulder. He held out his hand asking for the phone. Simon handed it over. Holding it up to his ear, Kenny whispered “hello,” and heard it play out on TV.

“Oh, you must be Simon’s brother. He’s really lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, but he really shouldn’t be talking to you. We don’t have the kind of money to spend on frivolous stuff.’

“The future is not frivolous.” Madam spoke her TV persona seemed to fade into a serious demeanor.

Kenny was shocked at the sudden change and posture. He felt that the women on TV was looking through the screen at him. His knees felt like they may give way.

Madam Valuse smiled, “But you are a good boy. You haven’t had time to think about the future. For you, tomorrow is the future. That is okay too, the future doesn’t have to be distant, it can be right here.”

Ken’s mouth was a dry, “Uh yeah anyway… Whatever prediction you did I need you to take it back we don’t have the money to—

Madam Valuse leaned back in her chair, “FRANK!” she shouted to someone off camera. Then the word ‘non-refundable’ popped up on the screen blinking. She turned back smiling, “Sorry but a girl’s gotta eat. Next caller!”

“But—” The phone went dead. As Kenny was cut off. He changed the channel and gave his brother the look of disapproval. “What the hell were you thinking? Stealing dad’s things, talking to a stranger?” Kenny had to give it to his brother; Simon was more resourceful than he thought.

“I heard you on the phone say you were worried about my future. I thought if she said something good, you wouldn’t have to worry.”

Kenny’s eyes swelled. He didn’t know what to say. Was there an easy answer to this? “I—I understand why you did it, but you can’t do that ever again.” Kenny crouched down to his brother on the couch. “You’re a good boy that doesn’t do those kinds of things. I don’t want you to be like dad.” He patted Simon’s head. “Now time for breakfast!’ he stood up.

Simon stood up from the couch. That was odd, Kenny remembered Simon having to hop off the couch because his feet didn’t quite reach the floor. Little Simon was already growing up before his eyes.

As the two ate Kenny started to direct the flow of their conversation, there were things he had to discuss with Simon. “Hey, I think it’s time I taught you how to cook.”

“Really?” Simon said eyes bright. Ken nodded his head and Simon cheered, “I’m going to make so many French fries!”

“Woah, slow down their little chef. I’m also going to teach to make healthy stuff.” Kenny deflated his brother’s excitement. As much as Kenny wished this was a brother bonding moment it was more of survival. Simon would need these skills if he was going to be living in the house alone. There was no way Kenny would expect his father to suddenly grow a conscience and look after Simon.

Ken and Simon continued to eat, but Ken’s mind was racing. He had school year and what 2 months of summer to teach his brother to be independent. It would be hard enough to have the energy after football practice.  And he couldn’t just quit football, that was the only reason he was able to go to college. Kenny wasn’t dumb. He just didn’t have time to study and do homework when he had so much else going on.

A phone rang, disrupting Kenny’s thoughts. Ken dug into his pocket retrieving his cellphone. He walked into the living room, answering it, leaving Simon alone in the kitchen.

“Hey, Dude you got to come with us to see Grim Shores!” Ronald shouted into the phone. Kenny smiled, that was the new horror movie that had just come out. He’d been dying to see it.

“Um, I don’t know,” Kenny scratched his head. He really didn’t have the money to go to the money especially not after Simon talked to the fake TV psychic.

“No none of that ‘I can’t come,’ I’ll pay for you!” Ronald shouted.

“It’s not that simple. I’m watching my brother. Any chance he can come?”

“Who mini-Kenny? Hmm, I don’t know. Last week Greg fought with his little brother the whole time we hung out.”

“Oh, I promise you Simon and I aren’t like that. We get along. In fact Simon’s the best!” The chair in the kitchen scraped across the floor. Kenny heard it but kept talking,” He’s a good listener and never throws tantrums. You’re going to love him!”

“Alright, I didn’t call you to hear you gush about your brother. It’s pg-13 so we should be safe taking him.”

“So, is that a, yes?”

“You drive a hard bargain but sure! Meet us in front of the theater at 6.” Ronald hung up.

Kenny pumped his fist into the air. He ran back into the kitchen excited to tell his brother they were going to see a movie. When even was the last time, they saw a movie together? Probably never. They usually went when their friend’s family offered. Before he could get a word out of his mouth, he found his brother sitting on the floor.

Simon stared at his hands, lost in his own little world.

“Hey bro, you, okay?” Kenny asked concerned.

Simon spoke but didn’t turn his head. “I got up to put my plate away but tripped over my feet. ­” Kenny walked over and helped pull Simon up. “I feel weird,” Simon said.

Kenny laughed, “You probably feel weird because of what you’re wearing.”  The pajamas that Simon had out on last night were too small for his body. The bottom of the shirt didn’t even come to his belly button. “You sure are growing fast.” Kenny patted Simon’s back heading to their room.

To both their surprise, nothing in Simon’s dresser fit him. It was like he had grown overnight, but that was impossible. Kenny rummaged through his stuff feeling bad, most of Simon’s clothes were hand-me-downs. He ended up dressing Simon in an old t-shirt baggy jeans and a raincoat. Of course, he had to hem the jeans, so they didn’t hang over the shoes. Kenny tried putting his old shoes on Simon, but struggled since Simon’s feet were too small to even come close to the tip.

Tossing the shoe down Kenny grunted, “what to do, what to do?” Why wasn’t any of Simon’s clothes fitting?

“It’s okay.” Simon bent down and put the shoe on. “I’ll wear them.”

“But they don’t fit.” Kenny stated.

“Yeah, but you want to see your friends, right? You’re always doing stuff for me. So, I can wear these shoes. Also, we get to see a movie!”

Kenny threw his arms around his younger brother, “Thank you, thank you Simon. You’re so understanding. You’re the best brother ever!” Simon’s body shivered and Kenny pulled back.

“You, okay?” Kenny asked.

“Fine.” Simon shrugged, bending down to put on a shoe. It took a minute before he could get his foot to slide into the hole. Kenny pressed at the tips feeling Simon’s toes not too far away, was his mind playing tricks on him?

By the time the two got to the theater Ronald was already waiting for them. The two were holding hands with Kenny leading the way. Ronald turned to them, “What took you guys so long everyone’s inside.” He handed the brothers their tickets, ushering them in line. Ronald moved closer to Simon, “Wow mini-Kenny you’ve gotten taller. Has it been that long?” He placed the brother’s side by side and Simon was at Kenny’s chest.

“Hello to you too.” Kenny said dryly.

“We don’t have time for hellos. We’re missing the trailers.” Ronald pointed at Simon. “Mini you better not cry.”

“He won’t.” Kenny stated.

The three boys found their seats at the end of the fourth isle going in. Kenny saw that most of his friend group had bought the entire isle. He sat Simon next to the aisle. Kenny didn’t want his friends messing with the little guy during the movie. When the tension in movie started to grow Simon reached for Kenny’s hand.

The first hour past, the unlucky teens in the movie had journeyed back to the haunted shore to undo the witches curse to stop the serial killer.

Ronald leaned over to whispered to Kenny, “Hey, I’m surprised your little brother isn’t and cowering and crying.”

Kenny smiled proudly, “Of course, not Simon’s braver and smarter than any of you.” Ronald lightly punched Kenny on the shoulder. Kenny chuckled, turning to look at his brother. He got a shock, though it was only through the illumination of the screen. He could see Simon’s body growing, his limbs stretched as he grew to fit his hand-me-down clothes. Simon’s hand expanded in Kenny’s palm.

Doing his best to hold back a major freak out, Kenny turned back to the movie screen, hoping his mind was losing it.  But by the time the movie was ended, Kenny rushed out dragging Simon by the hand. When he got him in good light there was no doubt Simon had grown. His little brother was now up to his nose and Kenny’s clothes were fitting better.

“Are you hot? Do you have a fever?” Kenny put his palm on Simon’s head.

“I feel fine,” Simon said.

“Hey, what are you guys doing over there!” Ronald cut off their conversation, dragging the brothers back to the friend group. They ended up going to a restaurant for lunch before dispersing for the evening. As they parted Ronald threw and arm around Kenny’s neck, Man why didn’t you tell me your little brother was awesome.  Though I guess little isn’t the right word.”

Kenny rolled his eyes, “I tell you how awesome my brother is all the time.”

“Ready to go?” Simon’s voice asked as Kenny turned around. The older brother froze. Kenny said goodbye to Ronald as they left.  He kept stealing glances at Simon. His brother was growing with each step they took home. Muscles flowed into his arms and legs filling out Simon’s clothes as his chest pushed out. By the time they were walking through the front door the two boys were the same height.

“What the hell is going on?” Kenny muttered, was he having a nightmare?

“What’s wrong?” Simon asked in his high voice that seemed so out of place on his muscular body.

“Your changing Simon! And I didn’t notice before but know I can’t stop seeing it. Like once it became obvious to my brain I caught on.” Kenny stated.

Simon crossed his arms. “You know I’ve always been big for my age.”

“Simon you’re not 5’10. I am, that’s why this can’t be happening.” Kenny ran his hand though his hair, thoughts racing. This was out of his wheel of expertise, with no other options on the board. He called his dad. The phone rang, and rang, no answer.

“Dad, please call me back. Something is happening with Simon!” Kenny stormed into the living room, dialing his father’s number again. Simon was sitting on the couch watching TV. He turned to his older brother, “Sit next to me,” he patted the seat.

Kenny had to take it in the way Simon was sitting. It was rather… studly, one leg on his lap, with his arms spread along the back of the couch. He shook his head, “what was he thinking? Not wasting a moment, he plopped on the couch. “Look, Simon you’re my brother and I love you—

Simon hunched over grunting; his neck thickened as his face shaved off years of baby fat revealing a masculine jawline. He looked up at Kenny panting, “I felt that.” Simon admitted.

“What?” Kenny’s voice trembled.

“I said I felt that.” He gave a smile showing a full set of perfect pearly white adult teeth.

“Your voice…it’s deeper,” Kenny reached for Simon’s neck felling his Adam’s apple. Every word Simon had spoken dropped a full octave than the last. The deep bass sent vibrations through Kenny’s own body as he touched Simon’s neck.

The two boys stared at each other. Kenny was the first to speak, “We look the same age,” his hand flitted up tracing Simon’s teenaged face. The way he had grown was pure perfection. Sure Kenny was in shape, but Simon was a pure hunk and with his looks he was deadly. If he went to high school, he’d be the most coveted boy no doubt. Kenny’s thumb traced over Simon’s lips stopping in the middle. The brothers stared at each other, bringing their heads closer.

As they inched closer, the TV remote fell off Simon’s lap on the floor. The channel changed to the Madam Valuse psychic readings.  Kenny shot up pointing at the screen, “It was her she did this!”

Simon gave his older brother a strangle look, “Doesn’t that seem a bit farfetched?”

“No, think about it. She says cryptic stuff yesterday. Then her channel just happens to come on. She’s playing us.” Kenny stated, already dialing the number on the screen.

Madam Valuse rubbed her head. “I’m getting I vision. I see a future caller. Hello?”

“Yes hello, whatever you’re doing to my brother you need to stop. “Kenny stated into the phone.

The madam held her hand up as if she were standing in the same room with Kenny. “I have done nothing. My readings are individual and belong to the client. So, tell me what has he done? What have YOU done? ”

“I haven’t done anything! And my brother is a good kid. He doesn’t get into trouble.” Kenny’s eyes looked at Simon. His younger brother lifted his shirt as abs started to form and harden. The phone dropped out of Kenny’s hand. It was him! He was changing Simon. What was the stupid lady’s reading…something like, “as long as you have your brother’s love?”  Every time he said something nice about his brother, Simon grew bigger.

“Simon!” Kenny ran over to his brother, no longer listening to the psychic. “It’s me, I’m so sorry!  This must be some kind of punishment. But I haven’t—We haven’t done anything to deserve this.”

“What makes you think you’ve done something wrong and how do you know it’s not exactly what you deserve,” Madam Valuse voice stated from the discarded cell phone and the TV. Kenny’s eyes filled with tears and raged turned off the TV and hung up his cellphone.

Kenny collapsed onto the couch as Simon watched him curiously.

“Hey, there’s no proof you’re making me grow. So, there’s no reason to be sad. It’s not your fault,” Simon stated. “In fact, let’s try it out!”

“I can’t do that! We can’t reverse it.”

Simon rested a hand on Kenny shoulder. “Trust me big bro it’s all in your head.”

With a sigh Kenny, gave up. Something about listening to Simon’s voice, even if it was deeper, put him at ease. “Okay, okay.” Kenny rested both his hands on Simon’s shoulders and looked him in the face. “I love you, Simon. I love you love, love you” Kenny wrapped his younger brother in a hug. “I love you so damn much.” He broke the hug, pulling away not seeing any changes he smiled.

Simon took his leg off his lap, coughing. He pulled on borrowed pants trying to stretch them down further. Kenny smiled not seeing any changes go across his brother’s body. “Holy crap you were right. It’s not me…or maybe the effects are just done.”

“Uhh actually you’re wrong on both accounts.” Simon frowned. “My uhh thing got bigger. Each time you said it.”

“Your what?” Kenny asked.

Simon frowned grabbing Kenny’s wrist and putting his hand on his crotch, “This. My COCK!” Simon made sure his older brother got a good feel. “Do you feel that? You gave me a big boy’s cock !”

Kenny was frozen, He had never touched another male like this. Though he had often wanted it, he’d never had the time to indulge. Even though he was touching his brother. Simon didn’t look like Simon, he was a handsome teenager who must have climbed out of Kenny’s fantasies. A pang of jealousy ran through his heart, Simon was going to be such a stud when he grew up. Like really grew, up not whatever enchantment the Madam had placed on him. Kenny pulled his hand back. “We should get started on dinner!” he shot up face turning red.

“We?”

“I told you I’d teach you how to cook. Doesn’t matter how old you are.” Kenny winked. He hoped the light heartedness would squash whatever inappropriate feelings he held. Simon smiled bouncing off the couch. The two headed to the kitchen, and Kenny tried to distract his worry with the lesson he was teaching Simon: How to boil water. Kenny thought it would be an easy first lesson to get.

He helped Simon put water into a pot then placed it on the stove. Then he instructed him to turn up the heat so that the water could warm. When the water finally started to boil Simon became ecstatic.

“I knew you could do it!” Kenny congratulated his brother, “You’re amazing!” the words flew out of his mouth before he realized. He turned to Simon to see peach fuzz starting to grow above his lip and on his cheeks. Touching Simon’s face, he didn’t see another change, nor did the peach fuzz get thicker.  Breathing a sigh of relief, he ended the lesson and made their dinner for the night. While Simon ate, Kenny made another call to his dad to no response. Normally, Kenny didn’t make much of this, but his dad needed to get here!

Kenny was so used to his nightly routine he started to get Simon’s bath ready but then stopped and turn around. His brother wasn’t exactly little anymore. Though before his though could go further Simon spoke, “Yo Kenny, think I can take a shower tonight?”

 “Uh sure,” the two headed to the bathroom and Kenny showed Simon how to start the water. Simon started taking off his borrowed clothes revealing his hunky body. Covering his eyes, Kenny scurried out the room. He retrieved a pair of boxer briefs and a t-shirt and walked to the door of the bathroom he knocked and opened it slightly sticking his hand through.  However, Simon opened the door all the way.

“What are you hiding for?” Simon laughed.

“I’m not hiding, but Simon I can’t see you naked.”

“You have before, what’s the problem?” the realization came over Simon’s face. “Is it my body? That’s not a big deal you see guys naked in the locker room all the time I bet. Simon closed the bathroom door going to take his shower.

Kenny wanted to admit everything Simon had said was true, but there was a huge difference. None of the guys on the high school team looked anything close to Simon. When Simon left the bathroom, he was wearing Kenny’s ill-fitting clothes. As opposed to earlier that day, Simon’s body was choking the life out of Kenny’s clothing. His pecs and arms were on full display as if he were wearing a muscle shirt. His things were so thick the perfectly conformed the boxer briefs. Not even mentioning the absurdly hefty package Simon seemed to be lugging around between his legs.

Dashing past his younger brother Kenny ran to the bathroom, promising he wouldn’t jerk off. After a cold shower, the teen felt much better about handling his brother. Walking back into the room he spotted Simon laying on the bed with the checkers board out.

“How about a match?” Simon asked.

Deciding to indulge his younger brother Kenny played along doing his best not to compliment his brother in anyway, he didn’t want any more unexpected growth. It turned out to be harder than usual because over the course of a few games he could see Simon getting better. Soon Simon was winning without Kenny offering any tips. Kenny worries were growing.

“Hey Simon, I’ve noticed this for a while but you’re not talking like you used to. You sound older.” Kenny stated.

Simon shrugged clearing up the game board, “I feel older. Like I don’t even feel like your younger brother, You kinda feel like mine.” He sat down on the side of the bed.

Kenny flicked Simon on the head, “I’ve kissed to many of your booboos for you to say that.” Kenny scooted back on the bed while Simon climbed in. Neither must have been thinking because they soon became aware the bed was a bit small for two teenagers to fully lie in. However, it’s not like their dad’s bed was an option, and the floor was an even worse choice.

They decided to sleep with Kenny spooning Simon. It was something they had done before when Simon had nightmare, but never had Kenny been so close to a male his own age. He got upset at how his own body betrayed him. His cock was hard and poking on Simon’s muscled glutes. However, Simon didn’t seem to mind not saying anything. So it was Kenny that decided to be the adult he tapped Simon on the back and asked him to flip over.

The two teenagers now faced each other, that was even worse. Kenny’s hard cock was poking Simon in the stomach. Simon lifting his shirt and dragged the cock across his abs, teasing Kenny.

“ I think I’m old enough now to understand what you want.” Simon whispered bringing his face closer to Kenny’s, “You want to fuck me like this don’t you?” He let the question linger in the air.

“Simon…please don’t hate me.” Kenny sated. “You turned into this handsome guy. I just feel so horny.”

Simon leaned over, kissing his brother and hushing him up. “It’s fine. I want you to like this body, You’re the one making me grow.”

Kenny wanted to argue to refuse, protest, but he did neither, instead he gave into kissing teenage Simon. Their hard cocks brushed against each other as the boys, worked to pull the other’s underwear down. Kenny put his thigh in between Simon’s legs, letting Simon’s balls rest on him. Meanwhile Kenny’s hand started to knead Simon’s ass cheeks, and Simon wrapped his hands around both their cocks.

They lasted for hours just being with each other. Neither was in a rush for things to be over. Kenny kissed Simon countless times that night. He would work his way up to Simon’s ear and whisper private things that proved how much Simon was loved by his brother. By the time Kenny came all his energy had been depleted. His cum landed on his brother’s body and face. The last thing he heard before passing out was the sound of Simon’s clothes ripping and tearing.

The next morning, Kenny sprung up his heart heavy. The guilt of last night weighed on him. On the floor he found the remains of the clothes he had given to Simon last night. Kenny got scared had he loved his brother so hard Simon magically exploded or something? But then, the familiar scent of morning breakfast his nose. Walking downstairs he spotted someone in the kitchen. He almost believed it was his dad, but when he saw the blond hair it became obvious.

“Simon?” Kenny asked. There was a young man with a 5’0 clock shadow, mid 30’s no doubt, leaning against a counter, wearing only a pair of boxers, coffee mug in hand. Something about the way he stood reminded Kenny of their father. There was a confidence in this man’s stature.

“Made you breakfast, sport!” Simon pointed to the food spread on the table. Bacon, eggs and biscuits everything that Kenny would make.

“How did you do this?” Kenny sat down. He couldn’t be on his feet, or another revelation would take him out.

Simon smiled, “Well after you feel asleep my body immediately started growing. I guess it was finally processing all that bed talk.” Simon winked and Kenny blushed. “Though this time the growth didn’t stop until it was impossible for us both to be on the bed. I burst through your clothes and nothing else fit me, so I went to dad’s room.

“You went inside dad’s room! Simon, you know better.” Kenny stated.

Simon held up a hand, “I just needed some boxers. It’s not like he’s ever home anyway. Besides His days of running this house is over. I’m an adult, I don’t need to listen to him. As a matter a fact, I refuse.” But that wasn’t all Simon took; there was one of dad’s suits laying across the chair with a pair of brown loafers.

Kenny shook his head, how he wished that were true. “Simon, you need a job. You can’t just say you’re independent. Who’s going to take care of us?”

Simon sat down his coffee mug, “I’ll take care of you.” His voice was strong and sincere. He walked over beside Kenny and kneeled. “Now that I’m an adult, this whole time, I’ve been thinking: why do I keep growing? And then I realized it, because of you.”

“Didn’t we already decide that.”

Simon chuckled, “I meant, you want me to grow.”

“What?!” Kenny said offended. He would never want something like this to happen to his brother.

“Kenny, I think you want a dad. A dad that’s there for you, that loves you. I can be that now.”

With tears in his eyes Kenny’s anger boiled towards himself. Was that something he truly desired? Perhaps he had done this subconsciously. Simon wrapped his arms around his older brother. Kenny’s head came to rest between Simon’s pecs.

“Shhh, it’s okay son. Daddy’s got ya.” Simon rocked him in his arms. “You’re so busy taking care of everyone else in this house. Who takes care of you? Well, no more.” Simon stood up releasing Kenny from his bear hug. He walked over to their father’s suit and started putting it on. A bit hard since their father was a bit chunky these days due to all the alcohol consumption and Simon had become a mountain of a man. Adult Simon smiled at Kenny, his suit ripping with every movement. “One more time, lay it on me!”

Kenny was confused. What was Simon talking about? Simon couldn’t be the dad even if he was smarter, he couldn’t be an adult. He sat down his food. “Simon, even if life is hard for me, I love having you as my brother,” It was his turn to return the hug.

“But what’s going to happen to you, Kenny?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure my little brother and I will figure it out.” He winked at the taller male.

“Sorry, Kenny I just wanted to help.” Simon spoke. While his voice was still manly there was a familiar speech pattern.

“I know, but we don’t need you to be in a rush to grow up to do it.” Kenny rubbed the back of his brother’s head.

“I love you, Kenny.”

“I love you too, Simon.”

Shit! Both brothers looked at each other as Simon went through one final growth.  His legs stretched down as his arms bulked. Their father’s suit began to repair itself, fitting over Simon’s larger form. The gray color smoothly shifted to black, as black dress shoes appeared on his feet. The top three buttons of the white dress shirt Simon had put on plopped onto the floor as Simon’s chest demanded more room. The change wasn’t limited to Simon either, the entire house began to shake, the wood rattled as the paint on the walls chipped off and disappeared before hitting the floor, revealing a calm cream color. Pictures began to appear on the wall out of thin air.

“Simon what’s happening?”

“Shhh, your Daddy’s thinking,” Simon said shushing him up. Rather his adult body was trying to form his knew identity as he entered his forties. He had been a football stud back in the day met a girl and after graduating BOOM there was Ken, his beloved first born. Not Kenny. what self-respecting 18-year-old went around calling themselves that? Ken was a real chip off the old block almost had tall as his own man at 6’3, probably going to surpass him some day.

Kenny felt his own body begin to push out, reflecting his new father’s memories. Muscle size got dumped into him out of nowhere. He soared past his initial height growing to catch up to Simon. He got on his feet and stumbled over to a mirror that appeared on the wall. Wait, hadn’t it always been there? His dark brown hair shifted, growing lighter towards a blond, but thankfully stopped at light brown.

Simon dug into his dress slack fishing out his cock. He started to stroke it as the house and Ken continued to change. The man was off in his own little world the changed becoming more stable the sound of his stroking his thick member filled the house. Kenny’s mouth hung low as he watched Simon shake then explode christening the new house with his load. He let go of his cock panting and covered in cum. 

Running upstairs, Kenny went to hide in his room, knowing full well he couldn’t escape the changes however getting to the top he discovered, it had been rearranged. He ran into the closest room, finding toys lying around on the ground. That couldn’t be his. Walking into the next one he spotted trophies and posters of athletes on the wall and in his mind, he knew this was his room. However, there was still one bedroom left, Ken examined his former father’s bedroom. Different from the moment he stepped in. Clean. No clutter or alcohol laying around. Instead, there was a closet with various suits hung up.

He caught another view of himself. He was wearing a snapback, a tank top and khaki shorts. He looked like a handsome douche. God, he hoped he wasn’t one.

A knock came at the house’s front door. Ken walked down the stairs ready to answer when his dad came out the kitchen. Ken expected his dad to be caked with cum, but the man was completely dry. Upon opening the door, there was a policeman with little boy.

“Good evening, sir. This kid says he lives here.” The Officer kindly took the little blond boy’s hand, walking him closer to the house.

Ken was shocked, even if he was 20 years younger with different hair, Ken would know his dad anywhere. It seemed the changes had affected him too, by Simon becoming ‘the dad’ Ken and their actual father had become his sons, and their genetics must have changed to match that. Simon talked to the police officer explaining how his son came to end up so far from home trying to get into a liquor store.

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Ken stared out onto the road as his dad drove. His younger brother, Marv, played with his toys in the back of the SUV. He was on his way to college. Never thought he actually get here. Part of him still believed he was having a dream. But an entire year had gone by, and no one recalled Simon being a kid. In fact, adult Simon was a lawyer that could easily command respect.

As for Ken and his new younger brother. They weren’t as close, but their connection did start to form as the end of the year got closer. Ken looked at his dad who smiled in return reaching over to rub his head. There seemed to be varying degrees on how the changes affected each of them. Marv was completely oblivious to who he used to be; Ken was very aware. Simon occupied a middle area. There were moments he’d call Ken big bro, or while walking in the toy section of a store he’d get a bit antsy.

Though in the end, Ken realized the changes were here to stay. This was their new lives now. He’d be going to college no longer having to worry about if his younger brother could survive. Simon had become a man and was much more adept to taking charge of the household. Marv would be much better hands and maybe the right love will help him grow into a better man.