John decided to take time out for exercise. He had off today, and it'd been a while since he'd had the opportunity to lift some weights. So he pulled out the weight set of the garage and set it up at the edge of the garage. To help with the musty air of the garage from overpowering him, John easily and quickly pushed up the manual garage door. He set the bar with an amount of weight he thought might be good for picking up where he left off. Not too wimpy, but nothing too strenuous. He laid down on the bench and began his reps, finding that he'd underestimated his strength--not realizing his renewed and rejuvenating vigor had really set in by this point. Still, better to work back up, rather than jumping all the way up beyond what was advisable for getting back into the swing of things.
Unbeknownst to John, he had someone else looking in on his session from across the street, Amy, who originally had just been the neighborhood teenage girl next door, but the altering reality now had cast her as Simon's girl, though not for long as Simon continued to age out of teenhood throughout the day.
Amy was blonde with a sweet disposition and forest green eyes. She was an outgoing outdoorsy sort of girl who liked to jog and had ideas about running the Boston Marathon when older as well as hiking the Appalachian trail. She was a tad shorter than most girls her age, which had left her a bit self-conscious, and so she put all her efforts into physical activity as a kind of overcompensation. Amy was just finishing her own workout as she finished her run, her own shorts and tank top drenched in the sweat of a good workout. As she picked up the water bottle from under the tree she had left it under and then proceeded to stretch and drink, she took notice that Simon's garage door was open and what looked like Simon, from her angle, was working out. The boy had been so skinny when he was younger he had turned to working out as a way to bulk up, and it still looked as though he were at it, though, Amy had to admit he looked as though he'd really been putting a lot of hours in, more than she had thought he had.
It wasn't until John put down the bar on the holders and came up for a break of his own that Amy realized she had been oogling Simon's father, and not Simon himself.
"Hey," called John, his erection, which had gone somewhat soft while lifting stirring once again at the sight of Amy. Fuck, and he was only wearing basketball shorts, this was going to get awkward if he didn't do something soon to lose the erection.
"Hey Mr. Johnson," replied Amy, though she couldn't help but notice his own johnson through his basketball shorts. If Simon would look or be even half as good as that in fifteen years... he was well worth the investment in now.
No hope of the erection going down now, thought John as Amy turned and hurried into her parents' home, giving him a full view of her tight curvy butt to linger in his memory. She was young enough to be his daughter... she was dating his s--brother. Brother? John tried to think for a moment, but he and Simon had finally arrived at an age gap where it no longer made any sense that they were father and son, so reality had rewritten them to be brothers. That's right, Simon was his kid brother, John thought, and he was flirting with robbing the cradle dating a nineteen year old like that. Not that Kim hadn't robbed the cradle with him, but John was into older women and the knowledge they possessed. It made things in the bedroom a bit more, fun. Though John wondered what it might be like to be the more experienced one in a relationship for once. No. He was a married man, happily married to his cougar of a wife... still, it didn't mean he couldn't look.
By the end of the second day, John no longer thought of Simon as his son, but instead his younger brother, who was staying with John and Kim while he was saving up his money for a place of his own. John had lost 12 years making him 31, and Simon had gained 12 years making him 25.