"Ma'am. I know this maverick steer has been a bit comical interruption to your show, but I don't know about the rest of audience, but we've been here a while, and I was wondering if you could get on with it before it's time for the next pre-formance," said a lean 19 year old that worked out at Bull's ranch on weekends because his pa married the ranch owner, "Oh, and thank you for helping wrangle my folks' steer."
Madame Illusia smiled at the latest interruption. It was her own fault for making all the transformations seem as if they had always been, but had not filled in the past hour with anything else for the audience to recall. She asked, "Why are you in such a hurry young man?"
Zeke's eyes glazed over and he drawled apologetically, "Well, I dun reckon to be rude, or such, but I gotta get my kid brother Matt home 'fore his bedtime."
Some people murmured in the audience about it being an adult show. The young man next to him stood up.
"Zeke, will you stop. We're step brothers and I am only 3 months younger than you, but because I'm I bit shorter than you!"
"Ah, a couple more volunteers!" she said motioning to the two young men, "Come up on the stage."
Instantly, mesmerized Zeke obeyed silently walking up the aisle like a sleepwalker. Matt looked around to see who volunteered, and he looked at Madame Illusia's gaze and pointed at himself. His face dulled and he moved like a sleepwalker toward the stage where his stepbrother was already waiting.
"Now gentlemen, you are brothers or step-brothers?"
Matt answered, "Stepbrothers."
"Technically step-brothers, but I like to think of Matt as my real brother," Zeke said with a sniffle.
"Do you have any other brothers?'
"No."
"Did, but he passed," sniffling again answered Zeke.
"Hm?" said Madame Illusia.
"Tell me, Matt, what do you like or dislike about your stepbrother?"
"He's always trying to be the boss of me. He's not that much older than me. Sometimes I wish I was as big as he was though. Maybe he'd be less trying to care of me, if he thought I was big enough to take care of myself?"
"Zeke?"
"Yes'm?"
"Tell me what you Zeke like or dislike about your stepbrother?"
"Dang, if he isn't book smarts. Wish I could figger about half as well as he can. Nothing wrong with him, just he's a bit small for his age, and cause he's bright, he'd've gotten beaten up more at school, if I didn't lurk guardian angel style sometimes. I guess maybe if Thomas hadn't died, maybe I'd be less protective of Matt. But if I had kept a closer watch on Tommy, he wouldn't have been hit by that car and died," Zeke sighed."Maybe if Matt was bigger, he wouldn't resent me as much, and I wouldn't worry about him as much."
"Interesting. Now face each other."
The tall blonde tan muscled man faced the short wimpy pale dark haired man. Madame waved her hand. Both men were naked.