Sibling Minded

Story by Arubazu, enjoy!

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It was the late morning, and the parents left Markus in charge of the household, since they left off for their vacation week. Markus had been eagerly looking forward to this day, plotting and planning his to-do list, however there was a catch.

That catch is over 136kg (300 pounds) of muscle and shorter than him as the massive muscle boy passed by him, grabbing some water from the fridge. Markus gazed at his younger brother Moritz, clad in nothing but underwear, since that's what he primarily slept in. His bulging biceps the size of basketballs, pecs the size of massive bowling balls on his chest, and a nice cut of abs at a shapely 8 count chiseled on his stomach. The boy stood proud but not tall as he gulped down his morning water before turning to his brother with a smirk. He struts forward with his steel girder thick legs that are full of powerful muscle and he stands before his brother looking up since he was about chest height with Markus.

Markus himself sighed as he patted his brother on the head, “Now… since mom and dad are on vacation, I, as usual, am in charge… Now I shall read off the ground rules since they are both gone.”

 

 

Markus pulls out the paper underneath his to-do list but his list of rules and regulations for the boy which… slowly but surely bores Moritz down as his smirk slowly fades into a frown. Some things including: “No being out late, no eating to many sweets, don’t bother the neighbors…“, and so on and so forth. Alot of which weren’t really funny to the point Mortiz grabs his older brothers hand and says: “…okay… sure… I’ll try… can I go work out now?”, Moritz asks, blowing off all the rules and wanting to do his own thing.

The older brother was taken aback at first, but seeing this as a chance to get to his to-do list immediately he agreed. “Yeah sure , just don’t be too loud!”, Markus adds as the two brothers begin to go their separate ways.

 

 

Markus heads to the living room and smirks to himself, leaping over the couch to land onto its soft and plump cushions. TV-remote on a nice little coffee table away along with a good ol’ fashion controller for the family gaming system. Markus smiles as he turns on both the TV and the gaming console: “Now the first part of my to-do list can begin… god I have been waiting to play this game for months.”, Markus agonizes as it was his first chance to play this long put off game due to alot of school and his parents ire.

However now that they are out and about especially for the whole week, he had the freedom to play the game like he wanted. With a simple button press he was in and he was completely hooked, delighting in the story and the adventure but… as he felt the sound of the game being cut off by a loud clang. He was beginning to find a new issue was arising as the room shakes and things begin to rattle as the thumps intensify. “Ugh… why…”, Markus groans to himself as he watches as even the tv and game console begin to wobble. “I can’t play like this…”, Markus groans as he rubs his temples and gets up to head towards their in home gym in the basement.

 

 

Markus didn’t even make much of a glancing look towards the problem child, Moritz lifting up those massive weights broader than his own chest and thicker as well, and every time he dropped it he shook the household with a good rumble. Moritz breathes heftily as he prepares himself for another lift, grunting a bit as he lifts the weight over his head with groan before turning to notice Markus by the stairs tapping his foot with his arm folded.

“Uh-oh…”, Mortiz whispered wondering how he got in trouble as he drops the weights not so gracefully onto the floor rattling both the basement and the upstairs. The sound of something falling upstairs can be heard as Markus’s hand moves up to rub his temple. “We agreed upon you not breaking… anything…”, Markus chides his brother as the young of the two takes a bit of a more sheepish pose.

Unbecoming of someone so buff but now wasn’t the time for that, Markus didn’t raise his voice but there was a hint of worry in there. “Now I know your strong and stuff but you have to be… careful. You dropping those weights has significant side effects to the rest of the house. Look you even cracked the floor.”, Markus points out for Moritz to look at. The boy gets flushed with the ‘in trouble’-embarrassment as his cheek glowed red. “Now… I won’t stop you from working out… but if you’re going to be reckless with your stuff you need to head outside.” Markus says as he points up the stairs. “Then after a bit of time outside will you clean up down here, okay?”, Markus points at his muscly brother who looks at him, he smirks figuring he was only lightly punished but still has that bit of shame flowing through him for being told off.

The boy waddles up the stairs with his big brother following behind and they head up to see a vase had fallen, Markus rushes over to pick it up and only sees a small crack on it. Letting out a sigh of relief in return for the revelation that the vase wasn’t badly damaged. “See! This coulda been much worse if I didn’t stop you, now go on outside.”, Markus points as he puts the vase back, turning it a bit so the cracked side is facing the wall.

Markus constant complaints make the younger boy get a washed with shame, “Buuut… I did hear… and don’t quote me on this, that outside air is good for a pump…”, Markus entices as if adding a carrot to the stick for the young lad. Moritz’s eyes move towards his brothers face lighting up at the thought of getting a better pump. “R-really??”, Moritz asks endearingly. “Yeah… so that’s another reason I don’t want you cooped up in that dark basement not enough fresh air for here.”, Markus adds patting his muscle brother upon his meaty pecs and feeling both their rigidity and plumpness together.

 

 

Moritz smiles as he makes haste leaving out the back door to take in some fresh air and get a good pump, meanwhile Markus checks the house once over in case something else fell and broke. Luckily there were no other breakages but a few things fallen over, but beyond the time taken to put them all back Markus’s day hasn’t been ruined yet. A gleeful smirk is written over his face as he returns to the gaming console and the television as he begins to start gaming again.

His adventure delightful till he hears the sound of something grinding and sliding against one another. Followed by the grunts of his younger brother and some more ominous sounds that he dared not to mention to himself in mind. Putting down the console to be the big brother once again, Markus leaves the living room out to the backyard to see his younger brother lifting up a towering stack of concrete slabs. There must’ve been like 6-8 stacks the boy was holding above his head with just a single arm showing off to the nearby construction workers, who were giving him some praise and applause, meanwhile inside Markus was trying to come to terms with both the danger and the awe his muscle brother was putting himself in.

“Moritz!!! What are you doing?!”, Markus asked his finger pointed at his brother and the slabs all together. “Oh… see those guys needed help and I needed something heavy enough to lift so… I decided to lend them a hand. Pretty neat huh bro? And just like you said I can feel the fresh air giving me a good pump too!“, Moritz responds with a happy smile almost blissfully unaware of the issue that was taken place. 

Markus rubs his temples and sighs, struggling to not yell in this very moment he lets out another sigh and begins to talk. “Moritz… sweet brother of mine… don’t you know how dangerous what your doing is?”, Markus tells the boy in a slightly aggravated but calm tone. Trying to get to his brother that what he’s doing is probably not that good, however it doesn’t seem like the boy is catching on rather getting more excited as he smiles at his brother. “Yeah, cool isn’t it?”, Moritz responds.

 

 

Markus pauses for a long moment looking a bit dumbfounded but nevertheless responds: “No… your holding all those slabs with one hand and they are teetering precariously, you could get yourself hurt and-or someone else if you’re not careful. What if one of those construction workers got hurt or worse you?”, Markus tells his brother his pitched raised in aggravation but not yelling just yet.

“Ooh…oops…”, Moritz responds as shame washes over him again. “Look… I know your strong and stuff but do realize you’re not indestructible so be… very careful with your body… okay?”, Markus asks his brother trying to goad him into being just a touch bit more aware.

“Hey don’t be too hard on him now, he was a great bit of help!”, one of the crewman added to lighten the mood however, Mortiz was frowning but acknowledged he wasn’t doing his best to be aware: “I’m sorry…”, Moritz responds sounding a little down. “Now it’s good you’re trying to keep yourself healthy… but put those concrete slabs down and do something a bit less… you know… this…”, Markus says as he gestures towards the blocks again.

Moritz nods as he puts down the blocks behind him. “Just try for like… 1 or 4 of them instead, not to many okay?”, Markus adds patting the muscle boy on his broad shoulder, the boy was still a bit down in the dumps but he nodded acknowledging his brothers request. “Good… good, remember always keep your own safety in mind, no matter how strong you get”, Markus adds before ruffling his brothers hair affectionately and heading back inside the house. The older brother watching from the back door seeing Moritz lifting up only a smaller amount of them before heading back inside to make some snacks.

 

 

A good 30 minutes had past when Markus distracted himself with a new task, that is when a loud metallic clang and some shouting was heard. Markus rushed outside to see the sight of the bulldozer the construction crew was using had sort of banged up against the metal foundation of the street, near the front of their yard, as it seemed to have tilted into a divot and fell in landing on its side.

And who else was there but Moritz helping them get it out the deep hole, struggling with all his might without good footing. The dirt didn’t give him enough grip to get a good push off so the boy adjusted, so his feet were no longer in the divot, but on the concrete around the hole. He pulled and slowly but surely everyone could see the drivable machine slowly tilt back up the hole.

The boys strained groans and roars as he tries with all his might to keep tugging on it more, and more… and more till with a loud clang and creak he manages to get the machine back onto its treads. Moritz was sweating from head to toe with mud all over his body here and there but he was suddenly surrounded by the cheering voices of the construction workers for making their jobs a bit easier. Moritz took in the praise and even relished in it before he saw the sight of Markus standing in the crowd with his arms folded. His grimace and glare ever cold as if stating how the boy was in big trouble.

“You know… I told you not to do anything dangerous…”, Markus said as the younger boy flinched a bit at those words. Some of the construction workers giving Markus glares but he didn’t care much for them, “Buuut…”, adding to his prior statement even causing his brother to look him in the eyes. “You did good helping out these… gentlemen… so you get a pass… just remember… next time no endangering yourself too recklessly just cause you got muscle.”, Markus states putting his fist against his brothers meaty pecs as acknowledgement of a job well done.

Moritz smiles “ Yeah… I did pretty good right?” Moritz adds seeking more praise from his brother, “Don’t think your outta the woods yet mister, you still endangered yourself so back in the house.”, Markus chides his brother, cutting the mood a bit short as both brothers began to saunter inside waving goodbye to the construction crew along the way before heading back into their home.

Markus praises and chides Moritz a bit more over the goodness of helping others but to be more aware of outside and inside threats to/within himself. “Now… with that all outta the way… how about we do something a touch safer… let’s say you and me play a video game?”, Markus proposes to his brother.

Moritz smiles and eagerly agrees. “You’re on!”, the younger brother exclaims excitedly as the two get ready for some gaming fun. “Oh… but before that… you need to take a bath… can’t have your muddy butt on the couch or mom and dad will be pissed.“, Markus adds, just another thing the big little bro has to worry about.