The stitches on Derrick's Underoos continued to rip with the loud sounds of tearing fabric.
Derrick chuckled. "Finding you some clothes can wait," he decided. "It might be a tight fit, but maybe I can get into some of your clothes."
"My cwothes?" Tanner aped his older brother.
But, another look at the prominent bulge practically bursting from the ruined Underoos underscored that Derrick's assessment of the situation was the correct one.
Although he would have preferred to have been spared Derrick's ransacking of his wardrobe, Derrick didn't neglect his new duties. He lifted Tanner off the floor and carried him down the hall to Tanner's old room.
Tanner had to watch silently and enviously as Derrick dressed himself in a pair of his boxer briefs, followed by jeans and an uncomfortably tight T-shirt. Tanner was a bit jealous that his kid brother had grown to be such a hot guy.
"What do you think?" Derrick asked.
"You wook good," Tanner said. "Aww, dammit. I hate this wisp…"
"Is my baby brother saying bad words?" Derrick said with a cool, unflustered adult authoritarianism.
"Huh? What?"
Derrick winked down at Tanner. "Any more of that and I will have to spank you."
Tanner felt a cold shiver at the thought.
"But first things first," he said.
He was scooped off the floor so quickly Tanner felt dizzy. "Where you taking me?"
"We'll need to get you some things to wear." Derrick said. "We can run down to the dollar store on the corner."
Tanner began to squirm. "No! No! You can't take me out!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Tanner."
"But I'm naked!" Tanner wailed.
"So? Nobody thinks twice to see a naked little two-year-old boy."
Tanner sniffed. He thought about it, and realized Derrick was right. It was still embarrassing, though. What if he saw someone he knew?