One of the Boys

 

 

Fuck yes, little bro looks sick!

My brother was begging me to join my friends and me for our annual cross country road trip. Honestly, I was actually all for it. But my friends weren’t as happy with the prospect and didn’t want to hear any complaining or whining. They didn’t want to hear him be upset about the hotel room, or sleeping arrangements, or the hiking. When my friends and I went for road trip experiences, we really went for it. Camping, tours, cheap motels, same beds etc. I told them he wasn't going to do that, but they still had an image of him being that snot nosed kid tailing behind me growing up. Even if I told my friend he was obviously bigger since then, they weren't hearing it.

Luckily my friends came up with a solution, and they were pretty quick about it too, which meant they must have been thinking about it for a while. They told me to keep the whining to absolute zero, I had to make my brother like us; A jock in mind and body. 

Told my brother the good news, well most of the good news. I didn’t want him freaking out before he understood how awesome it was. He was all packed and ready to go the day we left. Before we left our house I gave him a brotherly high five telling him he was going to make this trip this bitch, then yanked him into one of my bro hugs. When he wrapped his arms around my chest, that’s when I did it. Started from the bottom up, as his feet smashed out his shoes pancaking the bottoms, sides falling to the floor. Athletic stompers. 

His head traveled up my chest, past my neck, until it was by my face. I felt his chest come to life, his new pecs pushing against my own. My hand on my brother’s back got more space to roam, as I helped shove the shoulders a bit wider. His shirt went on its merry way to irrelevance, flaking off, and letting his upper body free. Of course I had to be proud of his arms too, pressing me in tighter. My friends were going to have to step up their game to keep up with him.

Then there were his jeans, they put up a good fight. But his calves were tearing through already. I got a nice view peering over to watch his ass push. I may have reached down to give it an. extra squeeze to really get that plump effect. When it jiggled back in response from a tap, that’s when I was satisfied. We pulled from the hug, and my little bro was shocked by his new bod. Didn’t know whether to be happy or angry. He was as big as me, though since he was a jock now, I could tell he was secretly loving it. Looking at himself in the mirror was just him flexing off for me.

He wanted to keep his jeans as a memento of the only thing that stayed, but I did cut them below the knee.

As for the rest I gave him my shoes and a hat. I told him he could borrow the rest of my stuff on the trip whenever, but he didn't seem all that partial to clothes. I picked my friends up one by one in my SUV, and they all wanted to know who the new guy was lounging in the passenger seat. Told them it was my little brother duh and none of them could believe it. The entire air around him was so chill and subdued.

We’re in our second week of the trip now and my bro hasn’t complained about one thing. We camp; he sets up the tent. We hike and he’s typically strolling at the front, unbothered. In the motels, he gets into bed and ends up throwing most of his body on me by morning. I always told my friends my little bro was awesome; didn’t know he could be more awesome.