Tyger. That bitch. It was too late to do anything about it now. I got in the ring and stepped up to Jewel, my opponent, meeting her gaze squarely. She...had tied her green-streaked blonde hair back in a ponytail and she wore the same deep emerald green bikini I had seen her in last night. I gave her a nod but she didn’t give an inch, knowing whoever lost this match was eliminated. Fine. I could be a hard-ass too. The bell sounded and I walked toward Jewel. I smirked and reached for her wrist with. . what was worse he remembered thesecond domes, and with a hesitant tremble he reluctantly looked down andover his shoulder. His fears were confirmed; his butt was much biggerand rounder, matching the wide hips he was now sporting. Unable to seepast his chest to view them properly, he tentatively ran his hands downthem. He cringed as his fingers told him just how large his lower bodyhad become; from the breasts to his waist to his hips, out then in thenout again, the curves called an hourglass. His advice was to keep a low profile, no showy spending. Each guy received a check in the amount of nine thousand dollars from their own account every three months, which didn’t raise any flags with the IRS. When the summer of ninety-six came around, they were lodged in a rental condo on the Cape, with activities which consisted mainly of keeping in shape, playing basketball, sunning themselves nude, and screwing the ladies. Got boring as hell after a while. It was Bruce, again, who came up. He was my brother.But still I said nothing.Matt got braver. He moved his hand to the front of my denim shorts and rested it on my crotch. I squirmed when I felt him start to move his hand up and down. He had to feel the heat. It began to make me wet.Fuck, I was getting wet for my brother.All at once, his hand pulled back and left my shorts. I wanted to shout at him in frustration, but then that would have been crazy. The absolute last thing I should want was my brother's hand back exactly.