bertmacklinsbrother

Thanks everyone for being so patient! Here's a looong-ass chapter! ------ Fall, 2009 "Amy!" Gretchen’s high pitched shriek rang out, attempting to pierce the noise of bustling voices and pint glasses clanking against bar tables, “Table 7 needs their beers and nachos!” If she would get off my ass for two minutes, I thought. It was stressful enough during the happy hour rush without my boss’s shrill voice in my ear. "Sorry, Gretchen," I called back, voice cracking into a lower register and barking far louder than I intended. A few patrons bellying up at the bar glanced behind the counter with curiosity. Great. More peering eyes, gawking at me like I was a neon sign. They all gave that same look; the one that wondered what kind of corn-fed freak was fumbling their beers with long, clumsy limbs and veiny hands. I ignored them. I had gotten pretty good at that. Why should I care about the opinions of people who were guzzling their third beer on a Wednesday night? The

Leif struck at Freydis in a series of blows, each hit on the shield sending vibrations from her hands all the way up through her shoulder. It was a move not intended to injure but rather disarm your opponent by wearing down their shield arm. With her sturdier wrists, she managed to keep her grip on the shield’s handle and steadied her defense, absorbing each hit as steel collided with wood. It was commendable that her brother didn’t hesitate once the match had started. And in that moment, she recognized a worry that had been buried deep down was suddenly alleviated. The fear that Leif would not give the match his all, both tainting her victory and forcing her to strike down an apathetic opponent, was no longer a concern. An elation spread through her and she found herself grinning as Leif attacked with a ferocity she had not seen from him in years, a burning aggression lighting his green eyes. Perhaps if he had shown this part of him more often, she would have let him keep his

All good things come to an end eventually. As melancholy as that reality is, the wise will tell you that a good thing ending is exactly what makes it so special in the first place. The fleeting opportunity is what gives us agency to savor and enjoy the moment. Well, whoever those “wise” people are; they can shove that sentiment up their ass. They clearly had never experienced something as heavenly as I just had. As our anniversary vacation came to a close, I wanted nothing more than for our paradise to last forever; to remain in our pocket of Eden, perfectly blissful, surrounded only by sunshine and Jen’s naked muscle body. A full week of frivolity, amazing food, and sandy beaches now felt like the distant past. After a few days of being back home, the aches across my entire body from our vigorous sex marathon had faded. Jen had emptied my balls several times a day during our vacation and now I was whiplashed back to reality where I only got to see my wife briefly in the

The journey back into town had Freydis short of breath. It wasn’t that she was exhausted. Not in the slightest. She now had a vigor and stamina she had never experienced. Nor was it nerves. While she knew that fighting Leif would be challenging, she had confidence in her own abilities. Even without obtaining her newfound strength, she could have probably held her own against him, at least under the right conditions. Besides, it was a common whisper that Jarl Leif had gotten lazier over the years, indulging in drinking and feasting. And his wife, Thorgunna, had recently given birth to his first born son, Thorkell giving Leif a more domestic focus. As a result, his training slipped as had his lust for a fight. And much like a sword that had sat unused, Jarl Leif had been gathering rust. Freydis was not so sure she could have taken down Leif in his prime without her new gift. But the Jarl of today had a dulled edge, and was an opponent whom she knew she could best. Of

End of Summer, 2009 I awoke the next morning in a groggy stir, my head pounding and my body aching. It was a moment of unfamiliarity; that confusion you get when waking up somewhere that isn't your own bed. I glanced around frantically, trying to absorb my surroundings, my forehead blaring in pain and a soreness spreading through my entire torso. Next to me, Jen's massive body was sprawled across the bed, taking up most of the king-sized mattress, forcing me to the very edge of the bed. She snored deeply while one of her burly legs hung off of the edge, massive foot grazing the carpet. The pungent scent of sweat and sex emanated from the sheets. Laying back down in a sudden collapse, I remembered we were on vacation. The previous night started to come back to me in flashes; the several bottles of wine we consumed, our naked bodies entangled in every room of the suite, the hours of rough, animalistic intercourse with my manly wife. Well, rough for me anyways. I gave

End of Summer, 2009 - Brian and Amy Summer was certainly coming to a close. I could sense it in the air as the typical warm August breezes became brisk winds. We were on the peak of the slope, witnessing the last moments before the decline into the next season. The weather was still beautiful, but the changes were inevitable. It was the time of year where Amy and I would always try to fit in one last trip to the beach before the weather got too cold, but this year, Amy had been uncharacteristically apathetic to the idea and preferred to stay at home. Standing in the kitchen, I continued to stare blankly out the window, lost in thought as I stirred the bowl of pancake batter in front of me. As I snapped back to my task at hand, I quickly glanced over my shoulder to make sure Amy wasn't nearby. Bending down to the cabinet below the sink, I drew out a container of Mass Gainer I kept stashed away. Setting the tub on the counter with a thud and unscrewing the lid, the smell

End of Summer, 2009 The changing of the seasons was bound to happen, and for a multitude of reasons, the remnants of the summer flitted by like street lights on a freeway. With how much Jen had been working since our wedding, it felt as though this whole year went by in a blink. Well, the days in general were painfully slow for me, since all I did was laze about at home. As much fulfillment as I got from my marriage to my immense, burly wife, the time spent without her had become monotonous. After Jen left for the office, I slept until the afternoon, snoozing blissfully in the middle of our ridiculously sized bed. By the time my day was done— which primarily consisted of a meal, a shower, some cleaning, a bit of pool time, and preparing Jen’s banquet-sized dinner— my wife was already getting home from a long work day, barreling through our front doors with the grace and hunger of an oversized bear. The minute she was home, I’d cling to her, becoming lost in her size

Summer, 2009 - Brian and Amy "C'mon babe," I yelled intensely, "You can do more!" My voice echoed through the gym and a few heads turned my way. Though the weight room was a sacred place of screaming, grunting, and motivational banter, I had been belting orders with enough volume to garner my share of negative attention. But, I couldn't worry about that now. "Brian," Amy whined from underneath the weight, "You don't have to yell!" Amy dropped the barbell down until it touched her chest, then shot it up with a jerk, finishing another rep. With a sigh she racked the iron and sat up from the bench. "Amy," I scolded, raising my arms in the air in confusion, "What are you doing? You had at least another three reps in you." Disappointment started to seep in and I let out a flustered breath to collect myself. Since we had arrived at the gym, Amy had been half-assing the entirety of her workout, despite my efforts to keep her energized. She clearly had the ability to

"When did you first notice the changes?" Brian asked, returning to the table with a basket of food. Now that he had gotten the first part off of his chest, Brian admitted he could finally eat. He took a seat and immediately dove into his sandwich, chewing as he awaited my exposition. "I'll be honest," I said, taking a potato chip and quickly crunching it, "With how crazy everything was with the wedding, Jen getting a new job, and moving into that ridiculous house, I didn't even notice anything until we were unloading boxes from the truck. At that point, I think it had been a week or two since she started the trials. The only change I really noticed was her energy levels; we had been lifting boxes in the hot sun all day long and she barely looked phased, while I was puffing like a dying car." "You didn't notice her sex drive changing?" Brian said with a mouth full of food. He swallowed and restated, "I mean, these last few weeks have been crazy; Amy has been jumping me at