"He'd better be," Derrick said.
"Be nice," Katie said. "He's your baby brother, after all."
"Yeah," Derrick agreed. He didn't need to make Katie suspicious of the truth about his and Tanner's true identities.
"You mentioned watching some TV," Katie said. "On that big sofa in the living room?"
Derrick grinned. "Yea, I did."
The pacifier almost dropped out of Tanner's mouth when he gazed up and saw Derrick, his former little brother, kiss Katie, his former girlfriend, right in front of him.
Tanner wanted to object, but when he tried to form word, he sucked harder on the binky. He could have spit it out, but the sucking was addictive and easily outweighed his need to complain to Derrick.
Derrick looked down and saw his now toddler brother, wearing just a pair of pull-ups, sucking away on a binky. He started to close the door on the way out, but Katie objected. "Keep it open," she said. "So I can keep an eye on him."
Of course, that worked two ways. Tanner, to his dismay, soon found himself an observer of a make-out session between his former little brother and his former girlfriend, every move they made on display as he stared from behind the bars of his crib.
He remembered that he hadn't managed to do half as much with Katie when he had been a seventeen year old. The more he watched, the more turned on and confused he got. He sucked even harder on the pacifier. He tried to reach with a stubby hand for his tiny nub, but it was secured quite out of reach beneath the padded pull-up. He whimpered in frustration.
Derrick had just slipped out of his shirt, showing off a much more muscular body than 17-year-old Tanner had ever had.
Katie heard Tanner's whimpers. "Maybe I better check on him."
"He's fine," Derrick said.
Katie laughed and...