I May Have Fucked Up

Okay, so I played a prank on my little brother when I came downstairs early this morning. He was sleeping peacefully and I just wanted to fuck with him. My parents were already gone for the day. One thing about being home from college for the summer is that sometimes your family forgets you’re there. 

I took one of my old baseball caps I wore at practice and placed it over his face. Pure jock sweat, pomade, and shampoo residue. I waited for a minute because I thought he was going to jump up and freak out. He didn't. He just kept sleeping. I gave him a slight push on the shoulder. A tap to the cheek. Nothing. His nap had transitioned to a full-on slumber. I hadn't been planning on disturbing him that much, so I let him sleep on. He could flip out whenever he woke up. I gamed on my PC for an hour, popped back down for a drink, and he was still out in the same position. His shirt looked a bit tighter, shorts smaller, but I wasn’t really thinking much of it at the time. Alright, maybe I stopped on the way back to my room because I thought he was fucking with me. But no one can blame me. There were veins running on his arms and I swore he was flexing them. 

Around 11 am, my buddy Mike invited me out to lunch so I couldn't stay there and watch. When I got back that afternoon my brother was still on the couch. My hat to his face. Only now he was fucking huffing it in his sleep, big, long whiffs. And if that wasn’t bad enough, his body had jocked out. His shirt was gone. Where? I didn’t know, probably obliterated. His shorts didn’t even make it to mid-thigh. For one I was staring at fuzzy man tits and gym arms. I mean, from my brother?  There was no fucking way. He looked like he had gone through puberty an extra time to cook him just right.

That said, I don't think this is going to fly with my mom and dad.