"Hey, Rick, thanks for lending me a suit. I really don't like skinny dipping," said Chad's older brother Brad. The giant hairy legs rushed into Chad as he rose toward the giant telephone pole that soon filled his spandex body.
"No problemo. Brad, I hope you can stay all week, and you can wear that Speedo all week if you like. I've got a tanning bed too if you want to go back to college after Spring Break with a real dark tan," Rick said.
"I could use the tan, and your house is like a resort hotel, but if I'm in town, I really should stay at my folks. Besides Chad will tell them I'm here."
"No worries there. I don't expect to see Chad's face all week," Rick said, then added looking at Brad's crotch, "I feel like I'm looking at him right now."
"Yeah? I'm bigger," laughed Brad.
Chad was deathly quiet. He didn't know if Brad would be able to hear him or not, but he was pretty sure Rick would change Brad into something else if he discovered that the Speedo that he was wearing was in fact Chad. So Chad did his very best not to think.
"Turn around," Rick said.
Brad obliged, twirling around once.
"That suit really hugs your butt. You're definitely bigger than Chad."
"Hey!" Brad shouted and laughing pushed Rick into his pool, "You're all wet, Rick!"
Then Brad cannonballed into the pool. When he reemerged next to Rick treading water, he said, "Now I am too."
"Well, as long as we're in the pool. Wanna race, Brad?"
"What's my prize when I beat you?" Brad asked.