You can't hold out.

One more... Just one more...

In defeat, you lower your arms and exhale loudly. You just couldn't do as many as someone who probably goes to the gym every day. Both of them are muscular as hell, but you thought maybe you could make it. Either way, it was all in good fun.

"My bro is the winner!" Madu announces.

Lukman breathes a sigh of relief and lowers his arms. "You're pretty tough though. Beautiful, and strong," he compliments you boldly.

"But, you do owe us a favour now."

"I thought of one," Lukman says, and stands up from the seat. You can see that what resides within his shorts as started to stiffen, though not entirely. You wonder if the contest went on longer, he'd lose control and spring up.

He says it quietly near your ear. "How about you stop teasing us and pop off your top, just for a second?"

That's really forward of him.

"Right here?" you ask.

"That would be a bit much. If that favour works for you, follow me."

He and his brother watch you with interest. It isn't really that big of a deal, anyway. You stand, grab your bottle of water, and follow behind them. As you go, you can't help but notice how good they look. They have broad, muscular shoulders, nice backs, and best of all, their butts look great in those shorts. You wonder how they look without them.

They lead you to a family room where the three of you can be in private, and Lukman locks the door behind you.

"Wait. I didn't even hear what the favour was," Madu says.

"She's popping the top," Lukman explains excitedly. "Just for us."