The Ultimate Transplant: From Gay Nerd to Jock Brother
The Ultimate Transplant: From Gay Nerd to Jock Brother
Reblog from Tumblr by verus-veritas
Original story “The Ultimate Transplant” Interactive Storyline on Writing.com
A reworked Interactive Storyline
Index
Part 1
When you woke, the world seemed out of focus and fuzzy. In the back ground, you could hear voices speaking in urgent tones, but no matter how you concentrate, you couldn’t make out what they were saying. A few words came through clearly; “brain transplant,” “saved lives,” “how will we explain…” but none of it made any sense. Blinking your eyes again, the world became darker until the world vanished back into blackness and the voices faded with them.
Later, you again woke from a dreamless sleep to a world that was less fuzzy. Near by, you could hear the beeping of medical equipment, the soft sigh of an oxygen mask flowing cold, and very dry oxygen directly to your nose, and more voices talking, but these seemed too distant to hear.
“What…” you managed to croak, your throat feeling dry as though you hadn’t had a drink in days. The last thing you remembered was coming home from your brother’s football game… You and your brother Jensen had been arguing with your sister Tabitha and your brother’s girlfriend Allison in the back seat about whether or not cheerleaders were real athletes. Then there was a scream… you weren’t sure who, but you thought it was your mother, she was the one driving, but it could have been anyone. After that was spinning, and then blackness.
“Tim? Are you awake there?” The voice that questioned you was one you’d never heard. Deep, masculine, but full of concern. “You can just nod your head if you can hear me,” the man said, stepping into Tim’s field of view. He seemed tall, but that was hard to tell from the hospital bed. He had a dark fringe of hair around his mostly bald head, a thick mustache and equally thick glasses. Most comforting though was the white lab coat and the name tag that read ‘Dr. Kerry.“
Nodding slowly, you managed to mouth "water?”
“Oh, of course,” Dr. Kerry said. Reaching for a cup near by, he slipped an ice cube in your mouth with gentle fingers saying, “just suck on that a bit, and nod your head when you need a new one. Drinking may be a bit much yet, but you’ll get there before you know it.” The ice felt wonderful as the dried out tissues of your mouth perked up instantly to the moisture. “While you suck on that Tim, I need to explain something to you.”
“How bad?” you manage to croak around the ice cube,
“Oh, you. Not very bad at all really, all things considered,” Dr. Kerry said, seemingly focused on things other than your own injuries. “Your left side took the brunt of it… your foot and ankle took a fair bit of damage, and you’ll be walking in a cast for quite a while, once we get you back to walking, but have no fear, you’ll be in shape for spring soccer. Um… your left arm has a small break below the elbow, also in a cast, but not as bad as the foot. A few ribs, some stitches…. you may have a small scar over your left eye, but it’s nearly to the hair line, no one should notice it until you get to my age and have nothing to hide it with,” he finished with a small chuckle.
“No, what I need to talk to you about is something else that happened. You weren’t the only one in the crash, and we, that is, my colleague Dr. Saunders and I, we performed a very radical surgery to save lives, and it was successful in saving a life. But I’m afraid that is only because your older brother Jensen was available as a donor. I’m sorry Tim, but their sacrifice enabled us to save a life, while there was nothing we could do to save them all.”
"I’m afraid that your brother sustained a very serious head injury in the accident Tim,” Dr. Kerry continued. “A piece of metal pierced his skull, very close to the temple. While it wasn’t instantly fatal, the surgery was very risky to remove the object. Your father asked that we try, if we hadn’t, he would not have survived more than another few hours. Sadly, the brain damage was too extensive, and we weren’t able to save him. His body was otherwise fine however, and your father agreed to let us use him in an experimental surgery to save another life. We’ve transplanted the brain of another person into his body, someone who was hospitalized because of injuries far more extensive than your own that was also very near death.”
“The person who’s brain has been transplanted into your brother’s body is… Dean Hughes. I believe that you both went to the same school? Though from his age, he must have been a few years younger than you. He happened to be in the same car accident as yours. His entire family was killed except for him. Poor kid was barely clinging on, well his brain was fine. Body was a mangled mess.” Dr. Kerry explained in the doctoral manner, cold and distant, but also oddly reassuring.
Your mind was trying to deal with the more pressuring issue at hand to bother to notice Dr. Kerry’s delivery of the news. Dean Hughes? The school nerd? Everyone at your school knew of Dean, but for all the wrong reasons. Being one of the smartest kids at school had him skip a few years and landing himself in your class. However, that special treatment also made him a prime target for the envious school bullies. On top of it, his scrawny, small frame, pimpled-covered face, and thick-rimmed, coke bottle glasses just begged him to be picked on. He seemed like an alright kid from your limited interactions with, a little obnoxious, but Dean definitely didn’t deserve the hazing he got a school. You winced as you remembered Dean getting wedgie’d in the school main’s quad, hard enough were his underwear ripped in half. A part of you had wanted to help him, but you rather not face the wrath of the school bully. There was also the rumors of him being gay as well, though it was never confirmed. Now the same shy, and possibly gay nerd was residing in your brother’s athletic body. Not taking the news very well, you started to dry heave. You wanted to throw up, but nothing was in your stomach. Dr. Kerry called for a nurse and your dad rushed in to console you.
Some hours later, you had calmed down and eaten some saltines with water. At least something was in your stomach now. First you had been angry with your dad, how could he let some stranger be in your brother’s body? Though he broke down and said he couldn’t let go of your brother. It had been too much and this operation seemed like a way out. In your father’s shoes, you would probably have done the same. Since then your father had left you alone, so you could think things over yourself. Slowly you started to accept that your brother was dead, or at least the brother you knew. Now Dean Hughes had a new lease on life, though that lease came with your brother’s body.
A few days later, you were discharged from the hospital. You asked when Dean, or your brother, you still hadn’t made up your mind, would be released from the hospital. Since Dean’s family had been killed, he would be staying with your family for the time being, mostly to keep up appearances that your brother was still himself after the car accident. The doctor explained that your ”brother” would stay at the hospital for a couple of weeks first. He was still recovering from the operation and the hospital staff wanted to make sure that your brother could acclimate to the world. You sighed and stared outside the window. “Acclimate”, meaning teaching Dean all of those things that no meek nerd would know. He had lost a few years of his life, turned into one of the university’s most popular jock, and now had you as his younger brother…
The weeks passed without much fanfare. You fell back into your normal routine of school and soccer practice. At school it was bizarre to attend a memorial for Dean, even though you knew the truth. Your father asked you several times if you wanted to join him on his daily trips to hospital to check up on Jensen/Dean, but you dodged the questions by saying you were busy. Though he knew the excuses were flimsy, he didn’t want to push you. Randall, your best friend, stopped by multiple times a week after school to cheer you. Several times you thought about telling him of what happened to your brother, especially when you brought up Dean and his family’s death, but you couldn’t. Dean should have the final say.
One night you found yourself unable to sleep - your head too busy swimming with thoughts of Dean and your now deceased brother. About how he was, all the things you used to do together when you were little, and how much you truly loved him even though you two always fought. He took after your dad a lot more than you did your mom, having broad shoulders, incredible musculature, with amazingly lush blond hair. Unlike you, he was exactly what you’d call a complete stud, being incredibly popular amongst girls, dating a bunch of them, before settling for the sweet and kind Allison. At least they were together now in the afterlife, although to the world your brother was still very much alive. The truth was, your real brother was now gone, replaced instead by that of one of your classmates. A quiet, meek nerd who was bullied by literally everyone. A nerd who now had the body of your handsome jock brother…
Finally a month after the accident, your father said the day had finally arrived for your brother to return home. Once again you said were too busy to go with him to the hospital, had to stay after school for some reason or another. Arriving to your house after school ended, you paced nervously inside your room. The problem you had ignored for the better part of a month was rearing its head right at you. You jumped as you heard the garage door open and then close. Nervously you crept outside your room and peaked down the stairs. What met your eyes was nothing out of the ordinary.
Your father was talking to your brother, pointing to various things around the first floor. Your heart stopped for a moment. Your brother living and breathing, even though he was dead. You wanted to call out to him, run up and give him a hug, and then have him give you an annoying noogie… but you knew the brother you loved was gone. Instead what laid before you was only his body. The force that controlled him was a nerdy, shy boy, Dean Hughes. Nervously your eyes followed him as your father showed him around.
The first thing you noticed was the body language. He appeared very out of place, especially with that slouch. Like he didn’t know quite what to do with himself. That slouch was the dead giveaway, your brother always nagged you about your posture and lead by example. Not the strong and fit brother you once knew. Next was his attire, a baggy striped T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and some nondescript tennis shoes. Not very athletic. Clothes to hide his body. You remembered how your classmate Anna said that your brother was a total stud. Anna had a crush on your brother for years, droning on and on about his perfect six-packs and firm pecs, but you did agree, though would never agree to it in person.
Turning around, you ducked behind the corner, making sure neither of them got a glimpse of you. Though you could not clearly see his face. Short disheveled, blond hair that had no products in it. Those blue eyes, which you both shared from your mother’s side. Perfect smooth skin, a feature your brother had been blessed with since the start of his high school years. Not even a single blemish. Absentmindedly, he lowered one of his meaty arms to scratch his balls, but stopped himself short. Perfectly normal for Dean, but not your brother. Your father seemed to control much of the conversation and lead him into a different room.
Slinking back to your room, you buried yourself into your pillow. That was all the proof that you needed that your brother was truly gone. Silently you wept, as the full nature of what had happened came to you. A hour later, there was a knock on your door. Your heart was beating so fast that it felt like it might explode. Luckily, the voice behind it was your father’s. You let him in before returning to sit on your bed.
“Ahhh…I thought you were home. I spied you peaking down from upstairs when I showed Dean around.” Your father pulled your desk chair up right in front of you and sat down. “Well he is laying down in the guest room. Today has been an exhausting day for all us. You hungry, because I am going to cook some dinner for Dean and I?”
You shook your head. How could you be hungry?
“Tim, can you promise you will give him a chance? Imagine how it must be for Dean. Lose your entire family and wake up to find yourself in a completely, foreign body. On top of that, one that is completely unlike his own. Sure things are tough for us, but he has no one.”
“Sure.” Your father patted you on the back then gave you a hug.
He thanked you then left you to your own devices. Guest room? Guess even for dad, sleeping in his dead son’s room was too much, at least for now. Plus Dean needed his own space you thought. Shaking your head, you needed to occupy yourself, naturally you turned on your ExBox and hoped Randall was on.
—
Around midnight, your stomach grumbled. Not hearing anything for the last few hours, assuming that your brother/Dean and father had gone to bed early, you decided to venture downstairs to make yourself a sandwich. Carefully you tiptoed down the stairs, as to not wake up anyone. Though the real challenge would be in the kitchen. Your family’s bedrooms was down the hallway from your room, but the guest room was on the first floor. Somehow, your sandwich making did not wake anyone. Tiptoeing back to your room with a sandwich in hand, you heard an odd, muffled sound coming from the guestroom. This intrigued you. Setting the sandwich on a nearby table, you crept toward the guest room. The door was slightly ajar and there some light coming from the crack. Making your way to the door, the muffled sound started to get a little louder. Did you dare enter the bedroom? What if Dean was having a seizure or some other side effect from the operation? Your curiosity got the better of you and entered the room.
In the guest room, you could clearly see the light was coming from the attached bathroom. The bed was empty and the TV was on, somewhat hampering the sound coming from the bathroom. A cold sweat was starting to form on your forehead, the sound was starting to become more audible, to extent. Not words, but panting, clearly from your brother’s voice. Suddenly the sound stopped and you touched something on the floor. You realized what was right in front of you, one of your brother’s jockstraps, a simple white one. Grabbing it, you threw it out of your way. Crawling, then rolling you finally got a good look on what was happening in the bathroom, though a part of you knew exactly what was happening.
Your brother, or at least his body, was sitting on the toilet. His face was flushed and sweaty with perspiration. He was biting his lower lip to keep himself from screaming. Your attention was elsewhere to notice this facts. One of his hands was greedily, kneading and pinching on his one erect pink nipples, reddening from the obvious fact they had been played with vigorously, and occasionally giving your brother’s large and firm pecs a squeeze. Going down further was where the real action was happening. The other hand was furiously playing with your brother’s manhood. Getting a glimpse, you could see his cock and hand glistening from saliva. The person controlling your brother’s body was all too inexperienced. The movements and gestures seemed clumsy and greedy, exactly what a horny, gay nerd would do given the chance to manipulate a fit and muscular jock’s body.
Noticing that your pants were becoming more constrictive, along with that fact that your boner was now digging into the floor, you couldn’t believe that you were aroused by it. Your brother’s naked body was masturbating right in front of you and you were getting a woody from it. You had always looked up to him, sometimes even envied him, but this… was this considered incest? You had heard that term tossed around a lot by some of your friends, especially when talking about their siblings, but you never thought you would experience it first hand. Damn your uncontrollable hormones and overactive imagination. Anything would get your dick hard, you told to comfort yourself. However your eyes were transfixed on your brother’s body.
You wonder if Dean had done this back in the hospital? The movements were inexperienced and brutish, but there was a certain finesse, in the way this wasn’t his first time around the block. Curiosity and pleasure must have gotten a hold of him. Part of you envied him. Access to that magnificent member and those juicy pecs whenever he wanted, even though the thought that it was your own brother disgusted you, well to be honest to a degree. Meanwhile you hadn’t even come out of the closet or kissed another boy yet.
Like a switch, your brother’s toes curled and his body arched against the back of the toilet. His semen came flying out all over himself and the bathroom tiles. Your brother made a small moan, then slid back down onto the toilet. You had just witnessed your own brother coming to an orgasm. Sweat covered his entire well-defined body, making small droplets. His cheeks were a deep crimson. One hand continued to make small circles around one of his nipples, while the other, glistening, was brought up to his flushed face, then smelt the juices. With the hand now gone, you had a clear view of his entire manhood. A jungle of blond hair covered much of its base, while the length and girth of it was beyond human comprehension. Your own dick felt ready to explode.
A few minutes passed and Dean sat on the toilet, catching his breath, though still making those circles on his nipple. Opening his blue eyes, Dean, still not noticing your presence, entered the nearby shower to clean himself off. Guess the masturbation session was over you though…, until some faint moaning started once again from within the shower. Not wanting to test your luck this time around, you sneaked back out of the room, grabbed your sandwich, then made a beeline to your room.
Exhaling a sigh of relief, once in the confines of your room, you started to eat your sandwich, while thinking over what you had just seen. Your own brother, masturbating and coming to an orgasm, on top of it you had gotten an erection from it. The idea made you sick to the stomach, enough where you put down the sandwich and pushed it to the side. Not only was your brother dead, but now some horny, meek nerd was using your brother’s body as his own sex toy. Images of your brother’s hand greedily tugging his member, while aggressively tweaking his nipples entered your mind. Shaking you head, you tried to get those images out of your mind. But your body told you otherwise, as your erection came back. Damn, this was too much for you to handle.
Making your way over to your bed, you stared up at the ceiling, trying to get some sleep, it being a little after 1:30. Drifting off to sleep, finally, your dreams were filled with your brother’s orgasming face, massive cock, and him pulling you in for a wet sloppy kiss. You were about to fuck his ass, him begging for you to fill his hole, but your alarm clock went off. Beads of sweat covered your forehead, while your t-shirt was drenched. This was not good.
—
Grabbing a nearby towel, you wiped off your forehead. This wasn’t going to cut it, shower was the only way to fix your problem. Hoping in the shower, you tried not to think of Dean and your brother, but was too hard. The soft moan that escaped your brother’s lips that you heard earlier this morning pierced your mind. Enough so, where you had to whack off in the shower. Turning you stood there silently as the wet dripped off your body. You were absolutely disgusted with yourself. You had just masturbated to your own brother. Perverse didn’t even cover it. Sure it wasn’t your brother, technically speaking, just his body. The master behind his controls was one of your classmates. No, you were just trying validate yourself. You broke out of your trance as your father called up to you. Sounded like breakfast was ready.
“Alright, be done in a few minutes. Just got done with a shower.” You hollered back down.
Usually your mother cooked breakfast, due to your father being such an awful. To be honest you were surprised that a fire alarm hadn’t been set off. A tinge of sadness passed over you, your mother would never cook for you again and there would be siblings to fight over the comfiest chair with. Guess those people were right when they said the small things hurt the most. Returning to your room and changing into a t-shirt and a pair of khakis, you looked into the mirror. Were you ready to face Dean? He was going to be living in the house for the time being, so it wasn’t like you could avoid him. However how could you face him, after his late night activities. No, you shook your head, this was the only way to get your head straight and get these thought out of your head. Plus, like your father said, Dean had not only lost his family, but was in a foreign body surrounded by strangers. He needed all the help he could get.
Beating like a drum at a rock concert, you went step by step down the stairs. There was no running away now. Turning a corner to the kitchen, you saw your father was cleaning up some dishes and pans. Looked like he had managed not to burn the house down. However that was the last thing on your mind as your attention was firmly placed on your brother’s body. No Dean, you reminded yourself, he wasn’t just flesh, but a person with emotions. Dean sat at a table eating a full plate of syrup-drenched pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon and seemed to be concentrating on reading something. Not your brother’s typical morning breakfast as he often avoided too much sugar and fat, like any other jock. On top of it, instead of his usual protein drink was a cup of coffee. The disheveled blond hair were gone, instead replaced with a nicely parted hairdo. He was dressed in a pair of baggy sweatpants and a grey polo. Certainly not the hunk you had watched playing with himself on the toilet this morning.
“Morning, Tim.” Your father had finally become aware of your presence. “Hope pancakes, eggs, and bacon are good enough for you.”
Your gaze was still on your brother’s body, though he, with his blue eyes, looked up at you. Your eyes met each other and lingered for a few brief seconds. Unexpectedly, he blushed and turned back to whatever he was reading, clearly embarrassed.
“Thanks Dad, surprised you didn’t burn the house down.” Turning back your attention to your father. Making yourself a plate, not nearly the size of Dean’s, you sat down a seat down from him, while your father sat between you two. Poking here on and there on your plate, your tried to concentrate on your food, or at least appear as though you were. Jesus, he was right there. A part of you wondered if Dean knew you peeked on his session this morning.
“So Dean, I believe you know my son….Tim and vice versa” Your father trying to bring up some conversation to break the silence.
Dean looked up and looked at your father. “Yes, I mean….I didn’t have any friends at school, but I knew of Tim, though I often sat in the back of the classroom. Not really much opportunity to interact with each other.”
He put another forkful of pancakes into his mouth. The brash tones of your brother’s voice was all too familiar, but it sounded different, it was the word choice as though he talked like he grew up in a sophisticated home. Well he probably was.
“Yeah…Dad I know Dean,” You studied your brother more, now that you were so close. He looked the same, besides that insecure slouch. No indication that Dean had used his new assets to pleasure himself, or more appropriately abused your brother’s body like some lecherous, horny, gay virgin. “He is the school nerd…”
You gasped at the weight of your words. “Shit, I am….I didn’t mean it.”
Your brother’s body dropped his fork, then turned beet red, ashamed.
“Tim, how could you say such a thing, apologize right now.” Your father firmly stated at you.
“No…he is right. I was the school’s nerd…I got picked on a lot. Never had any friends, well…real friends. I dreaded going to school everyday, but I enjoyed learning so much. Gym was horrible for me. I was a weakling, I will admit that. I wasn’t fast or strong, which made me easy prey.” Dean’s eyes, becoming misty, looked directly at you. Your heart tore into two. Your brother’s look of desperation was too much. You didn’t want to see him like this. “And now I’m in this body, and my family is dead…”
Your father got up and put his hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort Dean.
“Dean, I…sorry I am not good at this…I wanted to so badly stand up for you, but I was too afraid. Honestly I didn’t understand why so many people hated you. Sure, you might be a little weird, but hell my best friend Randall is even weirder than you, but I deal with it. But you are brilliant. I mean Nobel Prize brilliant. I swear all those people hated you because you had so much potential. And the teachers, they droned on and on about your intellect. Every one of them wanted you as a student, at least the ones who gave a damn about teaching. I should have stood up for you, but I wasn’t strong enough.” You gulped. “But now I am going to make it up for you.”
Like a bolt from the blue, you realized what you had just said. Was it because of the love you felt for your own brother’s body that you said such a honest thing. Either way, Dean started to smile. “Thank you.”
Your father sat back down, clearly proud that his son was willingly to express his heart so openly with a stranger. The conversation quickly turned to more geeky topics, like video games, movies, and other teenage things. Though at first it was awkward as hell to see your brother speak so adamantly of the things you loved, but you were so caught up in the conversation that you quickly didn’t notice. Clearly, your father was out of his depth and let you two boys go at it, not wanting to interrupt your conversation. As the two of you talked, you started to realize that Dean and you had a lot in common. In another life, well…that wasn’t quite true, the two of you could have been the best of friends. As the two of you got into a heated argument on who would win a fight, the Flash or Superman, of course the right answer was the Flash, your father sneaked away. Finally coming to a consensus, that due to the Flash’s superior speed, the victor would be the Flash. Dean assented, but not before giving a very audible pout. Your father returned to the table with a smile on his face.
“Looks like you two are quickly becoming friends.” You winched at that word. Too fast, dad, too fast. “Good thing, because I need to run down to the office to take care of some things. I won’t be back until dinner, so I will leave you some money to order food for lunch. Will you two be fine?”
“You bet, Dad. I am sure that Dean and I will come up with something to pass the time. If we don’t, then we can always burn the house down.” You winked at your dad, as Dean made very uncharacteristic, cocky grin with your brother’s face.
Ten minutes later, your father was out the door and on his way to work. Now it was only Dean and you. Sure, earlier you had made a giant breakthrough, but it was still your brother’s body. Your member made a slight twitch at the thought of your brother’s sweaty muscular body. No, gotta keep this cool. Standing in the main hall, you looked over at Dean. He was inspecting his hard, defined biceps.
“Hey, you want to play some Exbox, got one up in my room, along with the newest Duty’s Call.”
Dean’s face lit up. Appearing as though this would be the first activity in your brother’s body, the two of you scurried upstairs.
…
Approached and almost entered the room before you stopped yourself. Peaking inside, your room was an absolute mess, since arriving back from the hospital you had little desire to pick up yourself and not having the usual helping hand of your clean mother. Popping your head back into the hallway, you explained to Dean, that you needed to spruce up your room. He slightly chuckled and explained how it couldn’t be worse than his room. Throwing your clothes into your hamper, picking up various pieces of garbage, clearing your desk of various school papers, and somewhat making your bed, which mean throwing the sheets and pillows on top of the bed, the room looked like half way decent, at least for now. But why were you cleaning your room? Dean had just said that his room, his old room, had probably looked worse. You knew why though, your brother had always nagged you about cleaning the room. This was a involuntary, gut reaction, as your brother would always force you to clean your room before Allison or a guest visited.
Returning to the hallway, you saw Dean inspecting some of your family’s photos on a nearby table. He appeared deep in thought, slightly distraught. The tall football jock in these pictures was dead and he now resided in his body. Not wanting to make Dean more self-conscious, you snuck back into your room.
“Hey Dean, you can come in. I think I have things in order in here.” You called out to him as you turned on your Exbox and grabbed two controllers.
Dean entered and showed no signs of being sad again, thankfully.
“Welcome to my own little, paradise.” Waving around to your room, showing it off to its full glory.
Walking over to your desk, he picked up a model of a Panzer IV that you had been working on recently, mostly to keep your mind of your brother’s death.
“Prodigious.” Everyone in school knew Dean’s nerdy catchphrase, now it was abnormal to hear your brother utter it. “Oh shoot, you don’t mind, right?”
“Not at all. After all, you are a guest.” You sat down and smiled as Dean praised your craftsmanship, especially your painting skills, along giving off a lengthily explanation of the history of the Panzer IV. Once again very strange, since your brother, while he appreciated your hobbies, didn’t have the slightest idea what they compromised of. Now Dean seemed, in some areas, to surpass your own knowledge.
“If you want, I have some unopened models you can work on.” Pointing to a small stack of boxes in a corner.
Dean gasped and went over to inspect his new finds. Meanwhile, you started up Duty’s Call, while you listened to Dean continued his lecture on the various planes and tanks of World War II you had. And your best friend Randall had told you that only old farts made models. Finally getting to the appropriate screen, you called Dean over. Several minutes later you were both intensely invested in the game. It turned out Dean was a much better player than Randall, though there were a few slip ups here in there. A few times you looked over and saw Dean get angry having to deal with your brother’s much bigger hands, clearly not used to the strength and ruggedness of them. That didn’t stop him from racking up the kills and dominating each match.
“Man you are good.” Turning over to Dean, the two of you high-fived each other.
“You aren’t too shabby either Tim.” Dean smiled, but looked sheepishly on your brother’s handsome face.
Your eyes lingered a little too long and there was an air of awkwardness. Coughing, you tried to break the silence, thankfully the next match started. Never in a million years would you have ever seen your brother play Duty’s Call. While he hadn’t seen video games as bad, he had always preferred staying outside and practicing on his sports instead . Now he was right next to you, and on top of it kicking your ass.
Eventually, there came to be a match where Dean faced off someone better. He started to get worked up. This mostly involved getting up, yelling at the other player for cheap-shots, and jumping up and down. Looking over again, though secretly, you saw your brother’s bulge bounce up and down through the motion. This was not good. Feeling a tightness in your pants, you did the classic leg over leg to hide your boner. Just when you thought you forgot about this morning, the images started to come back. That adonis was sitting right next to you. Steadily your own skills got worse, as your concentration moved on to more… sexually simulating ideas.
“Tim, come on, what are you doing?” Dean yelled at you. “Stop dying and start killing.”
As the match came to an end, Dean had barely edged over his online rival and triumphantly did a little dance, which looked extra ridiculous in your brother’s body. Definitely not masculine or sportsmanlike.
“Damn, that was good. No thanks to you. Just when I thought we could be the dream team.” He mockingly said to you. “What happened? I mean you were a machine, but then….”
Fortune favored you, as a message appeared on the screen. Randall had just signed online and invited you to a match. Hearing his voice, you quickly grabbed your own headset. The two of you talked, meanwhile Dean continued his domination and trash-talking. You tried to stay on track, getting a few kills here and there, but your brother’s bulge jostling around was distracting, even hidden underneath that sweatpants.
When the match ended, of course with Dean on-top, Randall spoke up. “Tim, is that your brother’s voice I hear? You bet me a million dollars that he would never touch a controller. But really what the hell? Is he playing?”
Dean looked over at you as you gulped. You must have looked like a deer in the headlights. He seemed perplexed, as he waited for the next match to start, unaware of Randall’s question. Did you tell the truth or lie to Randall? There was no way your brother would be caught dead playing any video game, let alone Duty’s Call. But on the other hand Dean seemed like a pro.
“Nah, Randall, I think he is calling me. Probably wants me to throw some ball with him.” Giving off a forced laugh to hide your nervous reply.
“Man, I swear I heard him say telling you to concentrate on the game. Must have been a shitty connection.” You gave off a sigh of relief. Looked like Randall had accepted that answer.
Turning back over to Dean, you got a sight certainly to behold. While your brother’s blue eyes were concentrated deeply on the screen, one of his meaty hands was scratching his crotch. The hand came out and wiped some moistness off his shirt, then returned to its absentmindedly scratching.
“Uhhh…Dean….”
Coming to the realization of what he had been doing, Dean became flushed. “Sorry, bad habit. My mother scolded me all the time because of it. I have to remember harder now, because you know…”
He waved down his body. “A grown man can’t be… scratching his balls, a teenager might have a little more leeway.”
Playing a few more matches, Dean fell on your bed and tossed the controller off the side, clearly content. “Thanks, Tim I needed that. First time since the accident that I have felt like myself. Though these damn calluses did not help. Get in the damn way. Makes me want to lotion and soften my hands up.”
He held up his hands to show off his calluses. Your brother had always trained so hard, usually tearing tendons and breaking bones, but he always got back stronger. Those calluses were proof of his hard work, now Dean wanted to get rid of them. Another part of your brother would be gone forever. No, he wasn’t a replacement for your brother. He was gone and now Dean had to make his own choices, rather than try to live up to your brother’s life. You had to accept that, even though it hurt.
“Glad to help.”
—
For the next few hours you showed Dean off your model making supplies and paints, comic book, video game, and movie collection, that he was free to use, and debated the finer details of comic book continuity. There was a small break to order and eat pizza, which the both of you scarfed down, even though a piece of grease pizza and soda was the last thing your fit brother would eat. Part of you wanted to remind Dean that he had to keep his body in shape for appearance’s sake, but he could have this small piece of normalcy. Naturally your discussion during lunch was familiar grounds of nerd culture. Eventually the talk lead to if the newest War of the Stars movie would be good, especially after those awful prequels, but was stopped when the doorbell rang. Who could this be? Making your way to the door, you opened the door to find an unexpected guest…
Opening the door revealed an unexpected face, Henry Detmer, one of the proclaimed nerds of your high school and the closest thing that Dean had to a friend, as far as you were aware of. Henry was on the shorter and heavier side. From an eyeball estimate you guessed him to be around 5'6" and probably weighed around 200 lbs. Due to his weight he was always out of breath and wheezing, thus got the nickname of Wheezy at school. Zits galore adorned his face, making it look like his face had an awful sunburn until you realized the real reason. You wondered what he was doing here along with how he knew your address. Part of you was tempted to close the door on his face until he talked up.
“Hi….uhh…Tim, I was wondering…” He asked demurely, clearly nervous at what he was saying. “I was wondering if Dean….I mean…if your brother was home.”
Shit, Dean somehow must have told Henry of his situation. It made sense. With his family gone, the only real connection to his old life was the person standing in front of your house.
“Sure, I will go get him….can you go sit in the living room.” You waved your hand inside and pointed to an adjacent room. Closing the door behind Henry and making sure he followed your orders, you headed back to the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen you came upon Dean fondling your brother’s pecs. He moved them up and down, then pinched where your brother’s nipples should be, closing his eyes as he gave off a small moan. That damn erection came back. Your presence was still unnoticed. What did you do in this type of situation? No, this wasn’t the time for pleasantries. You needed to find out why Henry was here.
“Dean, Henry Detmer is here, why is he here?” Demanding in an authoritative, slightly annoyed voice that he was feeling up your brother’s body.
Dean jumped up the air, immediately putting his hands down and turning a beet red. Damn straight he should be embarrassed. He had done a lot worse this morning, but at least that was in the privacy of his own room.
“I can explain…” Dean stammered off having been caught red-handed. “What would you do in this….”
“I don’t care about this, at least for now. Why is Henry here?”
“Tim, I had to tell someone. Henry is all I had left. Sure your father has been helpful visiting me every day, but I needed someone who really knows me. If you were in my situation wouldn’t you tell your friend, the one you are always with.”
Closing your eyes, you realized if you were in a similar situation, one of the first people you would tell, after your family of course, would be Randall. The two of you had been friends for most of your life. A friendship that would last the rest of your life. Obviously Dean and Henry had that same connection. Sighing, you nodded, understanding the bond between friends.
“Well, he is waiting in the living room if you want to see him.”
Resolving that issue for now, not wanting to bring up that other one for now, the two of you walked into the living room, where Henry waited. Henry stood up from the couch and walked over to Dean, inspecting his new body at first. Tears streamed down from his eyes as he hugged your brother’s body. “Dean I thought you were honestly dead. I was so angry at you. I thought you had left me all alone.”
The three of you talked for a while. Henry and Dean gave an explanation of how Henry came to know of Dean’s new life. While in the hospital Dean had called Henry, which took major convincing to make him believe what had happened. Though they were afraid of what might happen if Henry showed up to the hospital asking for your brother, so they made a promise to meet when Dean arrived back to your house. But why keep it a secret from your father and you? Dean wasn’t ready to tell either of you. Your father, due to seeing his son’s body latch onto a life he didn’t know. You, because they didn’t know if they could trust you yet. After this morning, Dean trusted you, which let Henry trust you.
Thirty minutes later, the pair asked if they could have some private time alone, which you allowed them. Henry and Dean went off to his room, while you went to your own room.
For the next hour, you returned to playing Duty’s Call. You briefly thought about doing some of your homework, but that could wait until Sunday. Eventually you quit the game in disgust as round after round happened where you were dominated by the same 12 year old. His screeching had finally proved to be too much as he repeatedly called you a noob. Collapsing on the your bed, you looked up to your ceiling. Looked like another person had been brought into the fold of knowing the truth behind Dean and your brother. Henry could be trusted, but what if Dean told the wrong person. Imagine the news blitz that would happen. Especially when Doctor Kerry said that the operation was technically illegal, remembering the mountain of paperwork that your father had to sign. Most likely Dean would be whisked away like an animal by the government, never to be seen again.
Heading back downstairs to get a glass of water, you realized that hadn’t heard Henry leave. Was he still here? The clock in the kitchen said the time was 3:00 pm. There would be another two hours until your father came home. Probably be a good idea to tell Dean, in case he wanted to keep Henry a secret.
Stopping in front of his door, you could hear a familiar sound, a soft moan. A moan that you had heard earlier this morning. As your thoughts drifted off to your brother’s ripped naked body, a tightness started to form in your pants. You sighed. Slowly you were starting to accept that your hormones were too much. Knocking on the door, trying to give a chance for Dean to clean up from his self-pleasure, you heard a gasp, but certainly not of your brother. Wait, was Henry still here?
Slamming the door opened, you saw Dean, quite naked, on the bed with Henry, equally naked, on top of him. He was bent over sucking on one of your brother’s pecs, while one of his hands was toying with the other free nipple. Dean, on the other hand, had his hand wrapped around your brother’s large manhood. Anger and jealous consumed your body. Anger that Dean was using your brother’s body in such a manner. Jealous that fat tiny Henry had gotten more experience with a guy than you had.
“SUCK ME, HENRY!” Dean screamed out, still unaware of your presence. Henry meanwhile slid down and positioned his mouth directly above your brother’s leaking member.
You weren’t going to allow this fat dweeb to violate your brother’s body. Rushing up to the pair, you grabbed Henry by the shoulders and tossed him off Dean, before he could commit the deed. Dean’s expression turned from pleasure to one of horror. Quickly he grabbed the sheets and covered your brother’s body. Meanwhile Henry, who had been flung straight across the room despite his wait, was completely stunned. Seeing the opportunity, you grabbed his shirt and propped him up against a wall and started to form a fist. The fist was raised then brought down. Nearly.
“Tim, don’t. It isn’t his fault.” Your brother’s raspy voice was the only thing that stopped you from pummeling him.
Turning around, Dean walked over and held back your punch. Your hand unclenched and lowered, then pointed at Henry, who was now bawling and holding his hands over his face.
“You better leave.”
Henry grabbed his belongings and scurried out the door. You followed him to make sure that his pimply face left. Locking the door behind him, you were on the warpath now. Dean had a lot of explaining to do. Sensing this, he was dressed in the kitchen.
“Tim, you don’t understand….this body has needs…I mean your brother must have had a high sexdri-”
“No, you need to shut the hell up for a second.” You cut off Dean before he could finish. “I don’t care who initiated that. You can’t be using my brother’s body like your own personal sex toy. You need to respect who he was. Not just a lump of muscles and cock at your ready disposal. I know what you did this morning. Masturbating yourself. Pawing at my brother’s chest like a pervert and horny dog. And now you almost let that fatass Henry suck you off!”
Dean turned a beet red, unaware that you had observed him running the paces with your brother’s body earlier this morning. He put his head down in shame. “Henry is my friend. I wanted him to help me. You don’t know. This body has an itch. And I can’t scratch it. Maybe your brother’s girlfriend Allison could have helped, but she’s gone. I can’t give this body what it wants.”
“Have some damn self-respect!”
“Tim, you aren’t going to tell your father what happened?”
You should after seeing how Dean was using your brother’s body. “No.”
Completely disgusted, you stormed back off to your room.
Part 2
Slamming the door shut, you paced back and forth for several minutes, still very much in a rage. Thinking of what Dean and Henry had been doing… What they'd almost done.
Jesus! I can’t believe he’d do something like that. With Jensen’s body! …What the hell was he thinking?
You knew fine well what he had been thinking. Having just told you. But right now you didn’t really care. You just wanted to punch something, or someone. Wishing that Henry was actually still here, so that you could take your frustration out on him. Little shit! He’d better not show his face around here ever again, you thought to yourself. Not being entirely sure what you’d do to him if he did. Being both simultaneously angry and jealous of the fat little nerd. He’d after all been sucking on your brother’s nipples, as well as God knows what else they’d been up to before you’d walked in. He’d actually had that thick, firm, fleshy mound and incredibly juicy looking nipple between his lips. You could only imagine what that might be like. What it might be like to almost get to explore your brother’s body…
“Shit! What the fuck am I doing?” you asked yourself. Having become unintentionally lost in these thoughts once more. Shaking this image from your head and instead trying to focus on your anger, rather than the envy you couldn’t help but feel when you’d saw the two of them together like that.
Firing up your ExBox in an effort to distract, you planted yourself in front of it and for the next few hours tried your hardest not to think about Henry or Dean. Which of course was all but impossible. Quietly seething away to yourself as you played. Wondering what the hell things were going to be like now after seeing that. It had been hard enough ignoring the fact that you’d caught Dean jerking off with your brother’s body this morning, so how the hell then were you supposed to forget this?
The answer was, you weren’t. And after the rest of the afternoon spent ignoring Dean, locked away inside your bedroom, you eventually heard your father arrive home. Calling out to you both as he walked in the door.
“Tim…? Dean…? You guys around?”
Before you could shout back, you heard Dean’s voice reply first. It coming from downstairs too. “Yep. Right here, Mr. Connors,” he said. Sounding slightly nervous, just as he ought to. No doubt afraid still that you were going to tell your dad what him and his friend had been up to while he was out.
“Dean, please,” your father said, “I told you already. Call me Dad.”
“Sorry… Dad. Guess I still got to get used to that.”
“So, where’s Tim? You guys have a good day so far?”
Oh this will be good, you thought. Slipping silently out into the hallway as you awaited Dean’s reply. Spotting them both standing there in the hall. Unaware again of your presence.
Looking rather uncomfortable at first (and rightfully so) Dean then told him, “Uhm… yeah. It was okay. We just played some video games and stuff for a while.” Failing of course to mention what he’d gotten up to after that. Answering instead that you were upstairs in your room.
“Well, it’s good to hear that you boys are getting on,” your father smiled. “I know this is a extremely difficult situation, but he’s a good kid and I’m sure he’ll do his best to help you get through all this.” Placing a hand onto Dean’s shoulder then. “I’m sure you both will.”
Yeah, right! By trying to fuck one of his fat little friends in Jensen’s body? you scoffed. Angered by this. Your father having no idea what the little pervert had really been up. Having a half mind just to go down there right now and tell him yourself.
You didn’t though. Managing to restrain yourself. Having said to Dean that you wouldn’t, and figuring that it was probably for the best anyway. Not entirely sure what the fallout of that revelation would be. Other than not good. It was his son’s straight and macho body after all. So biting your tongue as the two of them continued to chat for a minute or two longer, before your father then went off to get changed, you turned and headed back into your bedroom. Not before making eye contact with Dean for a split second though, as he looked up towards the balcony. It being a super uncomfortable moment that you’d rather hoped to avoid.
An hour or two later, and after returning again to your ExBox, eventually you were called down to dinner by your father. Forced to sit through an extremely uncomfortable (and once again, slightly overcooked) meal, all the while pretending that nothing was the matter. A feat that proved extremely difficult due to the fact that Dean was sitting directly opposite you, looking every so slightly worried, as well as your father’s insistence at hearing all about your day. Somehow though, you’d both managed to keep up the ruse and pretend like everything was fine. Even though the two of you barely said two words to one another throughout the entire meal. Excusing yourself up to your room again as soon as it was over.
Not too long after doing so, you heard a knock on the door. Followed by the sound of your brother’s voice nervously calling out to you. “Uhm, Tim…” It was Dean. No doubt come to try and weasel his way back into your good books. Not that there was much chance of that. “Can we talk?”
You didn’t answer. Not wanting to hear any more of his excuses.
“Tim, please! I just want a chance to explain.”
“Save it,” you finally told him, as he turned the handle then and stepped inside your room.
“Look, I know you’re mad at me, and you have every right to be. What I was doing… well, it… it’s not what anyone would want to see their older brother doing. I get that. And I was an idiot for involving Henry. But it’s true what I said before. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Like I’m really supposed to believe that,” you half sort of laughed, and pissed that he had just barged his way into your room. “Get out, dude!”
“Come on, Tim. Don’t be like that. I know I made a mistake, but I promise it won’t happen again.”
“Yeah, right. ONE mistake,” you snorted. Well aware that this wasn’t exactly true either. Telling him then that “You haven’t been able to take your hands off his body since the moment you arrived!” The incident this morning in the bathroom, or in the kitchen earlier, when he’d been feeling himself up, springing immediately to mind.
In response, all he could do was stutter, “I… I…” Having no means to defend this. Eventually agreeing, as he took a seat on your bed, “Alright. I have. I admit it. I went from a scrawny weak nobody, who’s never even kissed a guy before, to a hot, muscular, and fuckin’ gorgeous stud. The golden boy of your family. Tell me you wouldn’t do the exact same thing if you were in my position.”
In truth, you’re entirely sure what you’d do. Recalling though the jealousy that you’d felt the first time you’d seen Dean masturbating in your brother’s body. Sounding super enthused about it, more so than he’d ever sounded when you recently talked about video game or anime, made you feel doubly weird. The fact that he was delighting, not only being your brother, but engaging in sexual activities as him as well. Your previous shock, anger, disgust, confusion and arousal now mixing with jealousy. Jealousy that he got to experience all of these aspects of being a sexy stud and you did not. Almost wishing that it could have been you in that body instead. The sight of those magnificent defined pecs (Jensen’s or not) not exactly helping either. What with Dean having complete free reign of them. Whereas, in your own life, you’d done little more than sneak a peek at other guys changing, and that was not very often. Knowing full well that you shouldn’t be feeling this way of course, but you were. Not being able to help it. You didn’t tell him this however. Not wanting him to know about these rather confusing feelings you’d since been having. Saying instead, “No. No, I wouldn’t. Not with somebody’s brother!”
He paused then. As if considering something for a moment. Hoping that you hadn’t inadvertently given anything away by your expression. Wanting Dean to be the one on the back foot here, not you.
“I don’t know…” he began. His voice now rather slow and deliberate, as he stared at you with your brother’s bright blue eyes. Not entirely convinced. “Something tells me you’re not being completely honest.”
“What?” you questioned. Trying your best to sound affronted. “Of course I am. I wouldn’t do that, because I’m not a… a fucking pervert!”
“Oh really? Then how come you knew what I was doing this morning?” Dean asked. Suddenly drawing his own conclusion. “Were… were you spying on me?”
Shit. He was getting awfully close to the truth. Even though you hadn’t meant to, initially, that was basically what you’d been doing. Having crawled your way into his room and lay there on your belly, watching the entire show. Feeling yourself crumbling slightly as you continued your denial. “No. Of course not. I was just -”
Dean quickly cut you off though, as he folded his hands beneath your brother’s hefty chest and stood up. Asking, “You were what?”
“I was just passing your room and I heard noises, that’s all.”
“Yeah, and then decided to sneak inside and have a look at what was going on, isn’t that right”
“No. It wasn’t like that,” you replied. Dean trying now to paint it as if you’d deliberately gone in there to watch your brother masturbate. Which hadn’t been the case at all (at least, you were pretty sure it wasn’t), “I thought something might be wrong. Like you might be having a seizure or something.” Wondering to yourself then, Why the hell am I suddenly on trial here? He was the one jerking off in there.
“Anyway, don’t try and turn this back on me,” you told him. “You’re the one messing around in my brother’s body, not me!” That being a lot worse than anything you might have inadvertently done.
He wasn’t giving up though. Obviously trying to defend himself. Asking then, “If you weren’t spying, and you think what I was doing is so wrong, why didn’t you call me out on it back then?” This admittedly being a pretty fair question. Why hadn’t you?
“Well, because… because…” you stumbled. Having no definitive answer for this. Other than the truth that you were desperately trying to hide. Having been too engrossed really to do anything other than sit there and watch. Finding yourself growing hard. It may have been your brother’s body, and it may have been wrong, but he was completely naked. Jerking himself off on the toilet and playing with one of his meaty pecs. It being a scene you’d only ever witnessed in pornos before, not in real life.
“I don’t know. It was late. Dad was asleep. I guess I didn’t want to make a scene,” you eventually told him. It taking a second or two for you to answer. Not at all helped by the fact that he was now bearing down on you. Hovering in front of you, less than three feet away. The accusing voice of your brother, and the way his bulging arms were squeezing at his chest, making you feel very nervous indeed.
“Or you maybe just wanted to watch. Watch me play with Jensen’s body. Is that it?”
“No!” you squealed. Becoming more than a little worked up. “Don’t be fucking sick!”
Dean meanwhile, remained calm and collected. Replying that he wasn’t the one being sick. “He’s not my brother. I wasn’t the one checking him out.” It beginning to feel as if you were being cross examined for a crime. A crime that you were certain you hadn’t committed. Not that it mattered to him, as he continued to respond in retaliation against you. The experience being made all the worse, as he was doing it with your own brother’s handsome face.
“Is that why you got so pissed at Henry?” he asked. “Out of jealousy?” Hitting you with the clincher then, “Do you have a hard on for your own brother?”
Yes! a small voice from somewhere inside appeared to yell. Fearing that you did. What with all of these feelings you’d been having ever since seeing him naked. Feelings that you were having a hard time explaining any other way.
Your actual answer was quite the opposite however. Growing incredibly defensive and angry as you assured him, “No! No, I fucking don’t!”
Once again there was a pause. Feeling a tension in the air that you could cut easily with a knife, as the two of you just stared at one another for almost a full twenty seconds. Until Dean finally spoke.
“I think you do,” he said. His little smile gradually disappearing and turning into a look of realization and understanding . “You saw me playing with myself and realized you wanted a piece of the action. That’s why you’re getting so flustered now. Probably can’t get the image of these amazing meaty pecs out of your mind, right?” Reaching down then and cupping his mounds with his hands. Giving each lump of flesh a great big squeeze through his t-shirt. The sight of which, as well as what he was saying and how, completely blowing your mind. “Not that I blame you. Your brother is really hot. Like really, really hot. It’s why I can’t keep my hands off myself!”
Oh God. This is not happening! you began to panic. Feeling movement occurring inside your pants, in reaction to his lewd display. …Please, don’t let this be happening now!
Dean was having none of it, continuing on unabated. “Seriously man, it’s incredible. I knew jocks like your brother could cum a bunch… But holy crap! Your brother’s body has so much testosterone I had to go three times in a row just the first night I woke up in the hospital.” He said excitedly, contorting your brother’s voice into a strange mockery. There was not an ounce of shame in his words. “I’ve always known masturbation was sweet, but you have no idea, dude!”
That stung, especially since it was coming from your own brother.
“Dean…” You said weakly, hardly believing what you were hearing. Before the accident, you knew your brother Jensen had to get off at least once every night, evidence of the light grunting coming from his room every night while you grew up, but you never really had much reason to think about it. But here was your ‘brother’ describing it like it was nothing. And for some reason, you just sat there. Dean didn’t even seem to hear you.
“I don’t know if it’s just your brother’s body or something, though, because holy shit is it sensitive.” Dean said gleefully, sounding much like how your brother sounded when he shared the stories of the girls he’d slept with.
“What?” You said, the words again shocking you. This was suddenly like some strange nightmare.
He grinned lustfully, a strange look on your brother’s face. “Well I mean, don’t even get me started about my nipples, dude. They get rock hard and it feels incredible when they get sucked on.” You couldn’t help but once again picture Henry’s fat body straddled over your brother, or your own brother’s naked body, playing with his big, erect nipples. “Like wow, your brother’s pecs are absolutely amazing!”
You stared wide-eyed at your 'brother’ as he arched his back, looking down at the two firm, shimmering masses on his chest. Immediately, you knew something was wrong. It wasn’t just the fact that your brother was calling attention to his own chest, but there was also the growing warmth between your thighs. Shit.
Dean continued, still looking down at 'his’ glorious chest.
“You know I absolutely adored pecs… When I still was nerdy old me that is.” He gave a little chuckle. “I think I told Henry a million times how freaking lucky guys like your brother Jensen were to have those. But I’m telling you instead, dude, I was one-hundred percent right. I don’t know how long I spent fantasizing about these kind of lumps, but now I actually have them. My God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen more perfect pecs in my life.”
Your mouth hung open. You found yourself unable to process just what you were hearing as Dean used your brother’s voice to talk about his own glorified body.
“At first it was bizarre walking around with them and having them brush against my own arms nonstop, and I couldn’t look in the mirror without wanting to masturbate…” He grinned. “Though sometimes the temptation is hard to ignore.” He sneered again with your brother’s perfectly white smile . “I look fucking hot, and I learned to appreciate all these muscles I now have.” One of your brother’s rugged, meaty hands reached up and groped his right pec. “I don’t think I’d trade these boys for anything.”
Your slack jawed gaze never leaving his glistening chest. Running his hands along the undersides of his massive pecs as he proudly smiled, “They may be your brother’s but they are amazing. His whole body is. And you know what, I love it! I love having it. I love being him.” There clearly being zero hyperbole in this statement. What he was saying was true. He did love it. As he was currently illustrating.
“Seriously, having these juicy fucking pecs is wild! I just wanna play with them all the time!”
God… you thought. Feeling so incredibly conflicted. Listening to this… Looking at this… it confusing you in a manner you’d never felt before. Being both insightful and arousing, as well as super weird. Knowing full well you shouldn’t be hearing any of this. That you should be telling him to stop.
You didn’t though, and instead just sat there. Sat there and listened to your classmate, now brother, as he jumped back off the bed and continued on. His enthusiasm not waning for even a second.
“It’s crazy that jocks don’t. That they don’t appreciate what they have like we do. I mean, if I wasn’t having to pretend to be your brother and act all macho and stuff, I’d be showing my body off to just about everyone I meet. Wearing tight-fitting clothes that emphasize my definition. Making other guys drool!”
Being glad in a way then that he did indeed have to act this way. As disconcerting as you personally found it. Not liking the idea of your 'brother’ parading himself around in front of complete strangers. In front of anyone in fact. Your father included.
“Cause I know you didn’t like to hear it, and you probably still don’t, but your brother is a total stud. I’m a total stud!” he stated proudly. Running his hands along your brother’s perfect abs. Even with his shorts on, it being clear to see he had a massive hard-on underneath. It not just being his cock that was big, but his balls as well from what you remembered. “And losing a few years of my life and my own scrawny body isn’t really such a loss when I can wake up in the morning and see all this. Touch all this. Experience orgasms like this.”
This last part finally broke something in you. And you knew, there was no going back for you now. Though Dean clearly hadn’t realized. Appearing too damn happy and excited, yet really meaning what he said.
“Dean…” You quietly said, finally deciding to speak up. “You- You’re touching my brother’s breasts…” Disbelief and defeat was thick in your voice, so much that you broke Dean out of his excited euphoria. You tried to ignore the tightness that had grown in your pants.
The amused look vanished from Dean… from your brother’s face. Quickly, he tore his hand away from himself, which caused them to once again stretch tight against his T-shirt. Holy shit, they were fuckin amazing! No, don’t stop, please keep going. You wanted to tear your eyes away from Dean altogether, but your gaze refused to listen.
“Tim, shit, I’m sorry!” He said hurriedly, seemingly realizing that he’d fucked up. “I don’t know what came over me, it’s just that I don’t have anyone to talk to about all this! Your dad is cool and all, but he gets all awkward when I try to talk about… Well… This shit!” Dean said, sincerity in his voice.
As much as you wanted to fight it, you knew it was a losing battle. No matter how much you wanted to deny it, it would all blow up eventually. Rather now than then, you thought. Dean did seem to care as much as you about how messed up it all was. But then, you had to remind yourself, he was now your brother. He had to live, dress and act like him for the rest of his natural life. There not being a lot of things more messed up than that. So clearly he had become somewhat used to it, and accepted that this body was his now.
“Dean… take off your shirt… I want to see them.” You said with a sigh, surprising both yourself and him with your forwardness. “We both know we’ll never be able to get some proper sleep like this. Might as well get this over with…”
“R-really? You’ll do that for me?” Dean said, once again sounding super enthusiastic about it all. To be able to feel and play with his own jock body again, but now actually having someone to watch him and appreciate his body with. “I promise I’ll make it up to you…” he said, reaching then for the hem of his shirt and, much to your amazement pulled it up over his head.
“D-Dean…” you immediately stuttered, feeling your member start to twitch as his sweat-covered chest came slowly into view - once again not quite able to believe what you were seeing. “F-fuck… they’re amazing.. ”
“What do you think, dude?” he grinned, tossing the shirt onto the floor and pushing his chest out towards you, “I’m showing you your brother’s amazing pecs!”
Even after two days of imagining this very scenario playing out every which way you could, you were in no way prepared for it to actually happen now. It just seemed too bizarre. Too surreal. And you had to ask yourself Is this a dream? as your gaze was pulled like a magnet towards those firm mounds, completely drenched from the heat of your bodies and the hot summer night.
“You know… I’ve always had a small crush on you since the day I first saw you in class. ” He confessed, his eyes following yours downwards, smirking knowingly as he looked back up. “I really thought I’d lost my chances with you the moment I ended up in your brother, but now I see it’s the exact opposite…”
Tearing your gaze away from his spectacular looking chest as he reached behind your head and pulled your breaths closer - meeting him eye to eye - your face flustered red. “N-no way… Oh god… this is so wrong…”
He finally pulled you in, as your brother’s soft lips caressed yours. Your brother’s mouth tasting exactly how you had dreamed it of tasting. His breath smelling like the pure essence of Jensen. And while it was everything you’d been dreaming of. Everything your slowly rising member wanted, you were also aware of the fact that this was the very thing that had put you in this situation in the first place… and what you had desperately tried to avoid.
“I know, but… Just think of it this way,” Dean told you, after pulling away and leaving you with a hint of his saliva on your lips. “I’m not your brother. I’m not Dean. I’m just some guy showing you my goods. It doesn’t have to be any weirder than that.”
…Any weirder? you scoffed, doubting that there actually was anything weirder than this. You were unable to say it of course, due to your attention being firmly fixed on the heavy mounds jutting out from his chest.
“Trust me, dude. You need this.”
The next thing you knew, Dean pulled his sweatpants and underwear off, completely discarding them onto a pile by the bed - your brother’s magnificent pole of flesh looking every bit as perfect as what you’d been remembering inside your head.
Oh wow…
“See. It’s just a cock. A massive thick cock.” he smiled, cupping his one hand beneath the balls and gently thumbing at the head of the shaft with the other. “Who wouldn’t want to see this monster?” You couldn’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t, being utterly transfixed by the sight of his extremely erect manhood and dangling scrotum. Each one so large and full and wonderfully shaped. Making his hands look rather small in comparison, as he almost struggled to hold them both with only hand each.
Your penis had gone from naught to sixty in no time at all and was practically at full mast already as you stood there, experiencing those exact same emotions as the first time you’d seen them through the bathroom crack.
Releasing them from his grasp and shuffling over slightly on the bed, causing each of his butt cheek to jiggle with the motion, Randall then patted the duvet with his hands. “Come on. Here. Sit down.” he said, beckoning you over, “You can jerk off again if you want to, I don’t mind.”
You however, remained frozen to the spot, still in shock that this was actually happening. Your brother was sitting there with his cock out (alright, it was really Dean, but it still felt like your brother), gesturing for you to sit down next to him. It was just so unreal… not to mention arousing beyond belief!
Beckoning you again, laughing at the fact that you obviously looked like a deer caught in headlights - standing there, mesmerized, with your dick now physically throbbing - you managed to find focus enough from somewhere to actually move, and began slowly shuffling towards him, perching yourself on the very edge of the bed. Oh Jesus Christ, that’s his fucking cock! you croaked, now less than three feet away, your cock feeling like it was about to burst right out of your pants.
“You know what, I realized the perks of being so ripped and athletic. I’m not only strong, but incredibly flexible as well. You want to see? ” he asked, tugging again at the large oozing shaft and circling one of his swollen nipples.
Oh, fuck yes! Fuck yes! you cried, inside your head. It being translated on the outside though as little more than a dumbfounded nod.
Letting out a little chuckle, Dean grinned, “I knew you would”, before bending forward and lowering his face towards his own manhood, keeping your brother’s gaze firmly fixed on you as he opened his mouth and with his tongue began teasing the tip of his immeasurably large member, which was now inches away from his face .
The shiver of shameful excitement ran through your body as it was the first time you watched him do this with your brother’s body, his tongue moving then to gently flick at the twitching tool, causing its taut length to bounce delightfully up and down. You were so hard you couldn’t control yourself, finding your left hand suddenly moving on its own accord down towards your crotch. Seeing this move, Dean’s smile grew larger, and after a few more seconds of lapping at his manhood, he bent his legs even further and engulfed the entire length of the shaft with his mouth. It was so damn erotic you were actually surprised you hadn’t just cum right there as your hand began furiously rubbing at your erection through your pants, no longer able to contain the insane arousal you felt watching your brother Jensen suck on his own huge protruding member, his lips making the most wonderful slurping and smacking sounds as he tugged hard at his own flesh… No. No, not Jensen… Dean! It’s Dean, you had to remind yourself, getting slightly lost in the unreal fantasy being played out before you.
Releasing the member again after a few moments, it’s length now glistening with moisture and saliva, he stared at you with a smug little smirk and moaned, “Mm, God. I love how good that feels. Having this big sensitive monster cock rocks!” Before engulfing its length once again with his hot mouth while tweaking with one of his nipples as well.
In your head you couldn’t help but imagining yourself feeling him up and tasting those delicious nipples of his, just like that fatass Henry had done earlier today.
No longer content with simply rubbing at yourself from the outside of your shorts, your hand jumped quickly into your underwear, tugging harder and faster as Dean continued to let out those delicious sounding deep moans. As wrong and as creepy and as perverted as you knew this was, nothing was going to stop you now. You were going to jerk yourself off to this incredibly lewd, incestuous display. It being everything you’d been fighting against these last two days, and yet, at the same time, everything you had wanted. The sight of your brother’s body, right now, being far hotter and more arousing than any porno you could possibly imagine!
With this renewed vigor on your cock and Dean’s more than enthusiastic performance, you didn’t last long, letting out a groan of pleasure as you orgasmed right there inside your pants. “Uhh… fu-fu-FUCK!”
Realizing what had just happened, your face contorting and your body jerking awkwardly on the bed, an even wider smile spread across Dean’s occupied lips. Relishing in having given you the pleasure, he too began orgasming right next to you, your brother’s pulsating member unleashing a torrent of hot semen into his sucking and slurping mouth. Relentlessly he swallowed it all as if parched by the summer heat, guzzling it down as your brother Jensen used to chug a cold tasteful beer. Looking incredibly satisfied with himself, he ceased his display and chuckled softly, while you sat there, feeling your warm semen soaking through your pants.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” He smiled, wiping any salty residue left on his lips and brushing the sweat off his forehead.
“Uhu…” You breathlessly answered, as you basked in the afterglow next to the body of your naked, sex-covered jock brother who was still playing with his own harden pecs. “So… what now?”
“Now, I think I’m ready to tell Mr. Connors… I mean dad, that I want to be independent and move out. Get myself my own place and try make my own life out of this… Maybe even have you move out with me?” His face turning into a devious grin as he said that last sentence. Surprisingly, he pulled you in once again for a deep sensual kiss, forcing you to taste your brother Jensen’s salty semen, and leaving a lingering imprint on your mouth for the rest of the humid summer night.
— 4 Months Later —
Two weeks. Two fucking weeks. That’s how long he had been teasing you, denying you, refusing you, from watching him play with himself. Watching him defile and violate Jensen’s body, for your pleasure. The very thought of it once again causing your member to harden under your pants, so much so that you had to hide it beneath your bag while you stood by the bus stop.
Ever since that night when he once again asked you to fuck him in the ass, to fuck your brother’s body in the ass, and you chickened out because it still felt somewhat wrong, he hadn’t let you touch him since. Masturbating together, kissing, cuddling, they were all things you had gotten comfortable doing in the safety of your new apartment. But to desecrate the flesh of your own brother? It was a line you still could not cross, even after all these months and knowing fully well it wasn’t actually your brother Jensen in there anymore. However, you had not expected to see Dean become that frustrated and upset, as he stormed out of your bedroom that night.
Still thinking about how to remedy the situation with your brother… with Dean, you stepped onto the bus and scanned your card. You saw the burly bus driver give you an condescending look as he caught sight of your hard-on. With a flustered face, you quickly moved into the aisle and decided to sit in the back of the bus, as far away from the driver as possible. You pulled out you phone and tried once again to message Dean, but much to your dismay he had yet to answer.
You were lost in your thought until the sounds of an argument brought you back. A few meters in front of you, around the middle of the bus, sat three leather-clad punks arguing with a standing jock. By his side stood a frail-looking grandma who seemed in desperate need of a place to sit. You quickly deduced what the argument was about, with the defiant punks taking way too much space than what was necessary. But it was the familiar faces of them all that you took notice of.
You immediately recognized the three leather-clad punks as the bullies who had been the bane of Dean’s existence, back in his old life that is. Doug, with his dark slicked-back hair and pierced ears, was the leader of their group, and was the one who gleefully rubbed his dirtied boots onto the empty seat in front of him. Jerry and Sam, his goons, quickly followed suit and threw some beer cans out the bus window. They always reveled in causing a ruckus.
On the opposite end, you realized the tall and imposing jock to be none other than Caeden, your deceased brother Jensen’s rival in both sports and education. Being of Irish descent, his auburn hair and light stubble clearly stood out among the passengers. Not to mention the tightly-fitted football uniform he wore breathtakingly encapsulated his explosive muscles and bubble butt. And what an ass it was! He definitely had your brother beat in that department.
Their argument went on, with no sign of letting down. Even when another passenger had offered up their seat to the nice old lady, Caeden and Doug were still very up in each others faces. Some slight pushing on each other quickly ended up in an all out brawl. Three against one did not seemed fair, yet Caeden easily held all three of them off. Having Jerry’s writhing head clutched under his muscled arm, Sam dazedly staring at the floor, and Doug being pushed back against the windows. Well… as fair as it could be when Doug sneakily pulled out a pocket knife from his leather jacket.
With one of the female passengers catching a glimpse of the shimmering object in Doug’s hand, she immediately began shrieking which only served to add more fuel to the chaos. The burly bus driver, who had been shouting at them while still trying to keep his eyes on the road, finally had enough. Leaning over, he yelled at them to break up or he’d stop the bus instantly and kick them all off.
One second and an unfortunate misplaced bump on the road. That was all it took for the entire bus to swerve off the road and crash into the canal. Screaming, panic, and a shitload of water was all you experienced before you were enveloped in darkness…
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When you finally opened your eyes again, your head was pounding hard and your throat was parched. The sight of a hospital room came into your view, while a sense of deja vu came across you. Hadn’t you been in this exact situation just a few months prior? The memories of your deceased family rushed over you, until you caught sight of your brother Jensen talking with a doctor outside your room. Could it be… had it all been a bad dream? Were your family all still alive, and your brother still himself? Perhaps even Dean was unscathed and could continue living his former life of a bullied gay nerd? Sure, he and you would’ve missed out on all those exquisite things you watched and made your brother’s body do, but having everyone alive and everything back to normal would definitely be worth it… right?
As Jensen walked into your room while smiling at you, one part of you desperately wanted it to be your real brother smiling back at you, while another small part in the corner of your mind wished feverishly for it to still be the lewd, sex-crazed Dean inside of him. The one who had been your secret lover for the past months.
He looked you up and down before taking a seat next to you, and then grasping your hand underneath the hospital blanket. He gave you an inquired look, as if he was waiting for you to say something, before sighing and began talking.
“I’m sorry Tim. They had to do it. Your body was a mangled mess inside the bus, this was the only way to keep you alive. They performed the same procedure on you as they did on me.” He said quietly. You finally realized that it was Dean talking with you, through your brother Jensen’s body. “But on the bright side, we’re no longer brothers. Maybe now we can finally get around to dating in the open?” He gave you a cheeky smile, which looked weird even on your brother’s handsome face.
It took you a few seconds before you truly realized what he had said. That your body was dead, and that they had performed the same transplant on you as they had done for Dean. In disbelief you pulled your hands up under the blanket and were met with some very unfamiliar hands. As were your arms, chest and stomach. You tried to get some words out but through your parched throat and unfamiliar vocal cords, this proved to be a challenge in itself.
“W-WHo- whO Am I?!”
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