In this world, you are my younger brother. Recently, I've been catching you in my room, flexing in my mirror. I find this particularly strange, because every time I ask you to go to the gym with me, you say "no", and you have no muscles to be flexing. When I relay my confusion to you, you respond by saying your biceps are bigger than mine. Obviously, I know this is a delusional statement, but I prefer to prove that I'm right rather than argue. So, I grab a measuring tape. But before we measure, I want to make it more interesting. I propose that, whoever has the smaller biceps, has to worship the one who has the bigger biceps. You hesitantly agree, and we proceed with the measuring -- before and after flexing, to see whose grows more. Obviously, I win. I oil up my left bicep, and you get to licking and kissing. Then, as I go to oil up the right, I realize that there is a part of your body that gets big and hard after all... It's kind of hot... and I have all this extra oil on my hands... It only makes sense for me to use my big, oily hands to tug on your big, hard cock, while you worship my strong, sexy biceps. It's so naughty, but I like it so much. I think I'd like it better, though, if the rest of you was bigger too. So, I think after this you should start coming to the gym with me... now that you have more motivation, and all...