Role Model

 24th of May

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* Christian and Stephen stirred awake in their beds. A quick look at the alarm clock showed 2 AM; who in the actual fuck would be knocking on the front door at this time of night? The two brothers stared at eachother in the dark room, hoping that the visitor would just go away. However, it was the click of the lock and the heavy swing of the front door that worried the two. The sound of his mother and father gasping was the final noise before the house fell silent once more.

“Christian…” The 18 year old twin voice shook in anxiety, hoping his older brother would relieve whatever terror he had. It had always been that way with the two: Stephen would wake from some night terrors and Christian would always be there to snap him out of the stupor. This night, though, Christian sat silently under his covers- he had no idea what was happening. Before he could even begin to speculate, there was a gentle knock on their door.

“Boys?” The sweet voice of their mother rang from the hallway, before the door quickly opened. As their mother flipped on the lightswitch, the room was brightly illuminated. The twins shielded their eyes as they adjusted to the blinding light, and once they reopened, their mother’s smiling face greeted them and leaning against the doorframe was the massive frame of a man. He was at least 6'9, and built like a professional athlete. His off white tank was drenched in sweat; the individual drops pooled underneath his massive, beat up trainers. Neither twin knew who this guy was, though for whatever reason, when they looked into his deep brown eyes, there was a peculiar sense of familiarity.

“Boys, look its your brother! He’s going to be visiting for a few weeks, and so he’ll be in his old bedroom.” To any brother, this would be such an exciting development, but to Christian and Stephen… Something was wrong. They had no other siblings, at least to their knowledge.

“Mom, what are you talking about? Who’s that?” Christian pointed his bony finger at the hulking man in the doorway, confusion overwhelming him. The man smirked at the two boys and sauntered into the room and with every heavy footfall, the pungent scent of masculine stink grew stronger. He sat onto the foot of the bed, and playfully gripped Christian’s leg.

“Damn you must have been in a deep sleep, bro. I know it’s been a few months but it’s me, Luca.” It was strange, what began for the duo as concerned confusion grew into an ominous suspicion. Every breath of the pungent musk Luca emitted placed foggy memories into the two boys, seeing their oldest brother lifting weights in the guest room, kicking around the soccer ball in the yard, even the brotherly pranks he’d play on the two… Yet, hidden beneath every single one was a missing link, one the boys couldn’t explain away and let them know something was off.

“You two go to sleep, you’ll see him in the morning!” Their mother smiled, as Luca rose and walked out of the room toward the guest room. The lights switched off, and the lingering scent of Luca hung low in the room, marinating the two as they tried to sleep in considerable discomfort.

25th of May

Sunlight peeked into the room through the drawn curtains, enough to stir Stephen into consciousness. He rubbed his heavy eyes, having had a rather restless night of sleep. Turning to his right, he saw that his brother’s bed was completely empty. Stephen slipped on his slides and walked out of the bedroom toward the kitchen, the salty smell of cooking bacon luring him. Sunlight shone bright into the kitchen, as his Dad cooked breakfast as he always did. But there, sitting in the little breakfast nook was Christian and the shirtless stranger, Luca. The two sat there, eating their bacon and eggs as if nothing was off.

“Stephen! You want a double order of bacon? Your mom had to leave for work early today, so I have an extra portion. Otherwise it’ll go to your brothers!” Stephen could barely respond, the sight of Christian sitting next to that… impostor had his concern growing tenfold.

“Christian…” His twin brother turned to him. It was so evident that whatever worry he had last night was long gone. Luca smiled, tossing his muscled arm around Christian’s shoulder.

“Ay, Stevie! Better grab that portion if you’re gonna come with me and Chris to the gym!” Stephen grimaced, Christian was looking at him as if he were seeing a three headed cow. It was a twin thing for the two to completely understand eachother, and yet… When he looked at the brother who’d supported him his entire life, that essential connection didn’t seem to be there any longer. Stephen bolted out of the room, locking himself in the bathroom. Hyperventilating, he hovered over the vanity and looked into the mirror at his red face. There, on the shelf where there used to be spare q-tips and cotton balls now sat Luca’s toothbrush, a stick of Old Spice deodorant with castaway pit hairs sticking out from under the top, and an open box of extra large ribbed condoms.

Angrily, Stephen swiped his arm against the shelf, knocking all of the contents to the tile floor. He stood there, breathing slowly with intent and rage. He would prove it to his family that this guy was NOT his brother, at whatever cost. Heavy footsteps from the hall signaled Luca’s approach, but to Stephen’s horror, the lighter steps of his brother was right alongside. He braced himself at the door, pressing his ear against the hollow wood.

“Hey Luca, my workout clothes are in the bathroom, and… Stephen is in there right now…” Steve’s stomach shot to his feet, Christian truly didn’t see anything out of place with him in the house. He remembered knowing him, it was clear that Luca had already dug his thick fingers into Christian’s brain…

“You can borrow some of mine, man. They’ll be huge on you, but you’ll grow into them someday.” Luca’s hearty chuckle made Stephen incensed. “Listen, bro. He’s just adjusting to having me around again, ya know? He’ll come around. Just give him some time.” The two entered Luca’s room, and the door shut. Stephen cracked the door open to the hallway, and seeing it empty once again, he bolted to his bedroom.

The two left for the gym shortly after that, leaving Stephen to seethe by himself in his locked room. Hours passed, and the sun went down; the two hadn’t returned. Stephen was all but clawing the walls waiting for their return, just for a moment to pull Christian aside and recite the speech he’d been rehearing to himself all day: Luca is evil, he’s got you around his finger, he’s fooled mom and dad… yada yada yada.

The lock loudly clicked, and the front door swung open. Stephen, in righteous fury scurried to the living room, braced and ready to confront Christian; he froze in place as he turned the corner. In the doorway stood not two but three men, one of which was all but hanging off Luca’s arms. Christian casually acknowledged his brother, dropping his gym bag to the floor.

“Uhm, Christian, I need to talk to you. Like, right now.” Stephen and Christian excused themselves to the dining room, as Luca and his trade retreated into his bedroom. It was only now that Stephen got a good look at his “twin” brother. Christian was clearly taller, he was bulkier in his physicality, and he was no longer the awkward, lanky teenager he’d left the house as. Perturbed, but driven by an unhinged focus, Stephen did his best to snap his brother out out of this whole nightmare. The conversation went about as well as could be expected, with the pair leaving the dining room feeling quite a bit heavier. They went in opposite directions, Stephen angrily stomping out the front door, and Christian walking past the moans and sounds of smacking flesh bellowing from Luca’s bedroom and into the bathroom to shower. The two did not speak for the rest of the day, and after a tense dinner the household went to bed.

26th of May

Stephen groggily awoke to the sound of sizzling bacon yet again, though this time, it wasn’t the savory scent of bacon that tickled his nostrils. It was that musk, the ripe sweaty scent that dripped from Luca’s body, but it wasn’t Luca who was drenching the room in his smell. To his right, Christian slept twisted in the sheets, now a size just big enough for his feet to cascade a bit off the end of the twin sized bed. From those sweaty, enlarged feet came the wafting musk once only associated with Luca. A crumpled up and unrolled condom lay castaway at the foot of his bed, and Stephen couldn’t help but notice the three or four under the dust ruffle. Christian slowly slapped the blaring alarm off, and pushed himself up in the bed.

“C… Christian…” Stephen couldn’t rectify it in his mind, his brother was changing before his eyes, and he couldn’t even see it. “You look taller… And bigger… C'mon Christian, he’s doing something to you and you don’t even know it!” His brother turned to him, outwardly irritated.

“Steve, you need to get over having Luca around again. I don’t know what your problem is with him, but you need to figure it out. I don’t need my younger brother and my older brother in a pissing match.” Stephen stood there slackjawed as Christian pushed past him and ruffled through the laundry basket. Nothing seemed to fit him, as Stephen well knew was due to his inexplicable overnight growth. He spun around in a huff and out the door the went in only a pair of undersized whitie-tidies.

Of course, Luca offered to clothe Christian before they headed off to the gym, the black Nike shirt and nasty white vans still swamping him in size, though quite a bit more well fitted than the day before. Stephen grasped unsuccessfully at his brother as the two walked out the door, Christian literally pushing his face away while Luca disappointedly looked on. The door slammed shut, leaving Stephen alone in the home once more.

His head whipped toward the shut door of the guest room, and with no one there to stop him, he stomped with a rage unbecoming of him down the hall. The door to Luca’s room swung open easily, no booby traps or hidden figures guarding the door, and into the wafting scent of armpits and gym shoes walked Stephen. The room was covered in sports regalia; soccer jerseys emblazoned with his family’s name, trophies from whatever college he crawled out of, and most disturblingly, photographs of his family all with Luca included. Used condoms littered the floor around the bed past various mounds of rank clothes. Extra large and ribbed. The room felt as if it were this way for quite some time, and with every inhale of the sweaty scent, Stephen began to believe it had.

His phone dinged, an Instagram notification. He gingerly pulled out his phone, and unlocked it. There, on Christian’s profile was a post from the gym, a picture of himself on the lifting bench. He was unrecognizable. He filled out Luca’s clothes as if they were made only for him, and his resemblance to him was now undeniable. There was little, if nothing left of the brother that Stephen knew, only this lugheaded himbo wearing his brothers likeness.

Deep down, Stephen knew he was too far gone- beyond any hope of restoring him to his former self. He accepted that Christian was now the middle child between the three, he accepted that Luca was his brother, he even accepted that it had always been this way. Yet, be it stubbornness or a last stand, Stephen decided then and there to leave. He’d run away, find help, surely someone would help him, though he wasn’t entirely sure how.

His brothers came home, another sidepiece sliding with Luca into the bedroom while the Christian showered. Stephen packed his bags quietly, gripped in frantic paranoia. He’d wait for everyone to go to sleep, and he’d slip out in the night. He simply had to play it off as if everything was fine. He apologized to Luca at dinner, his brother earnestly thanking him for finally welcoming him home. He even hugged the smelly prick, taking everything he had to fake a congenial smile. After promising to go with his brothers to the gym in the morning, and the family finally turning in, he laid into his bed. His phone was ready with a 1 AM wakeup, so with confidence and assuredness, Stephen dozed off.

27th of May

The phone vibrated, and Stephen’s eyes shot open. The room was still dark, but it was not silent. In the abysmal dark, he could hear the creaking of the wooden floorboards. Playing sleep was the first and only idea that came into his mind. He slammed his eyes shut, trying to control his breathing as the creaking grew closer to him. The sound got all the way to the foot of his bed, then continued until it stood behind him beside the bed. Finally, the room was silent, and all parties involved waited for someone to make the first move.

In that moment, Stephen tried to think of a way out, be it through the door or through the window, but such thoughts were cut short. He felt intense pressure against his chest, as if someone was pressing down on him. Opening his eyes, his heart sank- it was Christian. He had a maniacal smile on his rugged face, something behind his eyes signaling to Stephen that he wasn’t just under some hypnotic spell- Christian was doing this of his own accord. At the foot of his bed stood Luca, his hulking frame barely backlit by the faint light of the hallway sconce.

“We’ve had just about enough dude. We saw your suitcase under the bed. We know what you’re doing.” Terror gripped Stephen under his former twins considerable weight. “Do you think Christian is this way against his will? He asked me to make him this way, and he wants you to be a part of this family again. Consider this some tough love from your older brothers, Stevie.” He pulled out one of his used condoms, filled with the spunk blown into some himbo’s tight hole.

“Stevie, it feels fucking amazing. We’re gonna be the biggest guys on campus, every guy in class is gonna catch a whiff of you and cream his pants. They’re gonna feel your massive arms and they’ll worship your pits; even without deodorant. And if you take to them, you can have them join us too.” Completely overwhelmed with shock in what he’d just heard, Stephen hadn’t paid enough attention to Luca, as he slipped the condom onto his limp dick.

The moment the chilled creamy cum touched his head, his body shivered and he became vehemently erect. Smiling, Luca began to stroke him, pleased with the sight of his seed once again coating another converts hard cock. The faster he stroked, the more breathless he became. The feeling of his brothers potent seed sloshing around his dick was too much for him to bear.

“Unghhh. Oh… oh fuck… I’m…. Anggghhhhhhh!” Stephen bit down on his lip as he blew his load into the condom while his brothers smug, smiling faces looked down upon him. As his balls emptied out the last of his cum, he felt his slit slowly stretch open wide, giving just enough clearance for Luca’s to rush into him. Orgasmic waves washed over him as his balls inflated with the sticky white slime, and as they began to throb and stretch, Stephen finally submitted. He admitted defeat to himself, and allowed his veins to pulsate and his muscles begin to grow. Closing his eyes, he knew the morning light would bring better days.

28th of May

Light peeked in once more through the curtains in the dank, cavernous bedroom. The humid, wet smell of masculine sweat and testosterone hung in the air like fog over a wide bay. Stevie slapped the blasting alarm off, and stretched his massive arms above his head. Chris lay sprawled out atop his sheets as usual, still fast asleep. He wouldn’t mind if his little bro snagged his compression shorts and some socks to wear for breakfast. In their family, what’s yours is your brother’s as well.

He stumbled out into the hallway, his brothers crusty, ripe socks looked massive on his size 11 feet, but give it a few months of growing with Luca and Chris and their baby bro would fit in them like a glove. In the kitchen, his dad had three protein shakes ready to go for his boys on the way out to the gym. Luca sat awake, feet propped up on the table, sipping his coffee.

“Ayy lil bro! How you feeling this morning? Was an intense workout last night, huh?” The two slapped hands, pulling each other close in an embrace. The three Masterson boys were as close as brothers could be, and were not inseparable; on the lacrosse field, in the gym, on their longboards on Esplanade Avenue, or tag teaming some twink in the sauna. Life was simple, and it was good- thanks to a certain oldest sibling who certainly cared for his younger two brothers.

“Don’t forget to take progress pics for the OnlyFans man, after you get pumped. Core day today, bro.” Stevie smiled at his brother as Chris sauntered in rubbing his eyes, already in his well worn gym clothes. “Dope. Stevie boy, go get dressed, aight? Let’s lock and load, boys! The audience awaits!” Slipping on his own tight fitting gear, and his trademark blue and red hat, Stevie joined the two walking toward the car, all three sipping their protein drinks and thinking about the shenanigans that would soon ensue.

Deep down, Stephen knew he was too far gone- beyond any hope of restoring him to his former self. He accepted that Christian was now the middle child between the three, he accepted that Luca was his brother, he even accepted that it had always been this way. Yet, be it stubbornness or a last stand, Stephen decided then and there to leave. He’d run away, find help, surely someone would help him, though he wasn’t entirely sure how.

His brothers came home, another sidepiece sliding with Luca into the bedroom while the Christian showered. Stephen packed his bags quietly, gripped in frantic paranoia. He’d wait for everyone to go to sleep, and he’d slip out in the night. He simply had to play it off as if everything was fine. He apologized to Luca at dinner, his brother earnestly thanking him for finally welcoming him home. He even hugged the smelly prick, taking everything he had to fake a congenial smile. After promising to go with his brothers to the gym in the morning, and the family finally turning in, he laid into his bed. His phone was ready with a 1 AM wakeup, so with confidence and assuredness, Stephen dozed off.

27th of May

The phone vibrated, and Stephen’s eyes shot open. The room was still dark, but it was not silent. In the abysmal dark, he could hear the creaking of the wooden floorboards. Playing sleep was the first and only idea that came into his mind. He slammed his eyes shut, trying to control his breathing as the creaking grew closer to him. The sound got all the way to the foot of his bed, then continued until it stood behind him beside the bed. Finally, the room was silent, and all parties involved waited for someone to make the first move.

In that moment, Stephen tried to think of a way out, be it through the door or through the window, but such thoughts were cut short. He felt intense pressure against his chest, as if someone was pressing down on him. Opening his eyes, his heart sank- it was Christian. He had a maniacal smile on his rugged face, something behind his eyes signaling to Stephen that he wasn’t just under some hypnotic spell- Christian was doing this of his own accord. At the foot of his bed stood Luca, his hulking frame barely backlit by the faint light of the hallway sconce.

“We’ve had just about enough dude. We saw your suitcase under the bed. We know what you’re doing.” Terror gripped Stephen under his former twins considerable weight. “Do you think Christian is this way against his will? He asked me to make him this way, and he wants you to be a part of this family again. Consider this some tough love from your older brothers, Stevie.” He pulled out one of his used condoms, filled with the spunk blown into some himbo’s tight hole.

“Stevie, it feels fucking amazing. We’re gonna be the biggest guys on campus, every guy in class is gonna catch a whiff of you and cream his pants. They’re gonna feel your massive arms and they’ll worship your pits; even without deodorant. And if you take to them, you can have them join us too.” Completely overwhelmed with shock in what he’d just heard, Stephen hadn’t paid enough attention to Luca, as he slipped the condom onto his limp dick.

The moment the chilled creamy cum touched his head, his body shivered and he became vehemently erect. Smiling, Luca began to stroke him, pleased with the sight of his seed once again coating another converts hard cock. The faster he stroked, the more breathless he became. The feeling of his brothers potent seed sloshing around his dick was too much for him to bear.

“Unghhh. Oh… oh fuck… I’m…. Anggghhhhhhh!” Stephen bit down on his lip as he blew his load into the condom while his brothers smug, smiling faces looked down upon him. As his balls emptied out the last of his cum, he felt his slit slowly stretch open wide, giving just enough clearance for Luca’s to rush into him. Orgasmic waves washed over him as his balls inflated with the sticky white slime, and as they began to throb and stretch, Stephen finally submitted. He admitted defeat to himself, and allowed his veins to pulsate and his muscles begin to grow. Closing his eyes, he knew the morning light would bring better days.

28th of May

Light peeked in once more through the curtains in the dank, cavernous bedroom. The humid, wet smell of masculine sweat and testosterone hung in the air like fog over a wide bay. Stevie slapped the blasting alarm off, and stretched his massive arms above his head. Chris lay sprawled out atop his sheets as usual, still fast asleep. He wouldn’t mind if his little bro snagged his compression shorts and some socks to wear for breakfast. In their family, what’s yours is your brother’s as well.

He stumbled out into the hallway, his brothers crusty, ripe socks looked massive on his size 11 feet, but give it a few months of growing with Luca and Chris and their baby bro would fit in them like a glove. In the kitchen, his dad had three protein shakes ready to go for his boys on the way out to the gym. Luca sat awake, feet propped up on the table, sipping his coffee.

“Ayy lil bro! How you feeling this morning? Was an intense workout last night, huh?” The two slapped hands, pulling each other close in an embrace. The three Masterson boys were as close as brothers could be, and were not inseparable; on the lacrosse field, in the gym, on their longboards on Esplanade Avenue, or tag teaming some twink in the sauna. Life was simple, and it was good- thanks to a certain oldest sibling who certainly cared for his younger two brothers.

“Don’t forget to take progress pics for the OnlyFans man, after you get pumped. Core day today, bro.” Stevie smiled at his brother as Chris sauntered in rubbing his eyes, already in his well worn gym clothes. “Dope. Stevie boy, go get dressed, aight? Let’s lock and load, boys! The audience awaits!” Slipping on his own tight fitting gear, and his trademark blue and red hat, Stevie joined the two walking toward the car, all three sipping their protein drinks and thinking about the shenanigans that would soon ensue.