maleagetransformation: it fucking sucked when i had to take my stepbrother to the beach when Mom cou
maleagetransformation: it fucking sucked when i had to take my stepbrother to the beach when Mom couldn’t. It also didn’t help the brat was a solid 5 years younger than me. I pull out my phone to text Mom again. You- “Mom for the last time an 18 year old shouldn’t be taking his stepbrother to the beach. What if anyone from school sees me? They already give me shit for being gay!” Maybe if I had been paying attention I would’ve noticed the warning flags for the beach being closed but the smaller hand dragging me along was relentless. Frustrated, flick he app off and instead choose to browse through social media. My scrolling was interrupted by a tug on my pants leg. “Big brother! Can i go swimming?” said a small voice. I look down at its source, the mousy little kid looked up at me with big doe eyes as he adjusted the way too big swimtrunks. “Yeah sure, just stay where i can see you.” I say as he grins and bursts into a run. I take a seat on one of the public chairs and take a quick look around. All the other chairs were empty and i started to wonder if the beach was closed. I take a glance to my left and half hidden behind some shrubs i see a metal container. Moving closer i see it covered in warnings and labels, skulls and yellow flag signs scattered on every inch. I stand, about to call out to my step brother and tell him to get out of the water when i hear the heavy thud of feet behind me. I turn and collide face first with what felt like a brick wall. I push myself off to realize i came face to chest with a goddamn Mr Olympia candidate. The man’s pecs were thick and heavy like watermelon and his shoulders had to be at least twice as wide as me. He was just massive, including underneath his swimtrunks which might have been painted onto his equally massive junk. “Bro! You have to come swimming! The water’s all green!” the Adonis said in a deep baritone, contrasting with the childish way he spoke. I blinked, looking from the guy’s gleaming smile to the trunks he was wearing (maybe for a little too long). Before i could say anything, my phone chimed and vibrated in my pocket. It was from Mom. It read: Mom- “Mathew you know he loves you. You should be happy to spend time with him! You don’t know, he might grow on you!” I look back up at the bodybuilder of a stepbrother marveling at the swell of his own meaty bicep. Yeah Mom, I think he did. -- source link