"...Hey Ty..." you said almost halfheartedly, "Can I ask you something?"
"I mean, you just did Tim," Tyler laughed a little at his own cleverness, causing his impressive muscles to contract and his hefty package to bounce.
"No, I mean this is gonna sound crazy," you started, "In fact it is crazy, but did you, uh...grow?"
"What? Are you sure you slept last night? People don't just grow man," Tyler brushed it aside and continued about his routine, parking his still bare ass back on the couch.
"No, seriously Tyler!" you tried again, "Did you grow? You look...bigger..."
"Seriously Tim, I didn't. What's got you so worked up?"
"I-I guess, I'm just jittery from the coffee, and the nudity," you resigned yourself, keeping the nudity comment under your breath.
"Well come over here, I wanna catch up some more," he patted the couch and radiated warmth.
Despite his lack of clothing you did kind of want to sit with him and keep catching up. After all he'd somehow gone from a thirteen year old q-tip to a nineteen year old could-be fashion model and there were all kinds of things you wanted to learn about your six years apart. Semi-reluctantly you went to join him, accepting you'd probably just have to get used to living with an exhibitionist "little" brother.
For a couple minutes you simply asked him about deeper detail into how his school career had played out. This proved a mistake though as he began to rave about his old friend and first fuck buddy. Not only was the detail uncomfortably graphic, but he was visibly starting to chub up and even taking an occasional absentminded grope at his enormous meat.
"Uh, Ty, I know I brought it up, but can we talk about something else," you interjected in an effort to cool him down. "Like what do you want to do today for instance?"