“I feel really…strong” Timmy smirked and looked at his brother. Jamie looked back in ashen-faced seriousness as Timmy started to giggle. Jamie hadn’t been expecting this. “It’s made me feel really happy. Is this it then, am I grown up?”
“Not quite.”
Timmy looked down at the limp penis between his legs, and another big smile dawned on his face. “And look at my dick! It’s huge”
“You mustn’t call it that Timmy! It’s rude.”
But Timmy wasn’t listening “It’s so big, isn’t it, Jamie? Is it bigger than yours?” Jamie didn’t say anything, as Timmy reached down for it – taking it one of his large hands. As he touched it, his eyes widened as it started to respond.
“Timmy, don’t touch it. That’s rude too.”
Timmy looked up, smiling happily at Jamie, making eye-contact which Jamie found difficult to uphold – there was the glimmer of a twinkle in Timmy’s eye, but he did as he was told, and instead bounded across the room to his little brother. He was now so full of energy.
“I feel great Jamie.”
”Yeah, I know you do.”
”This is really fun.”
’Why can’t he see?’ thought Jamie. Why can’t he see how horrible all this is? He’s only a little boy, and now he looks as if he has more in common with any of those chauvinistic jocks at school. But that’s it really, he’s too young to understand; this is just like a big game to him. Running about naked with his footballer’s body and massive dick. Only earlier today he was talking about playing at being a footballer.
”Timmy, what are you doing?”
”Getting something to eat.”
“You mustn’t do that. It’s bedtime, you know that.”
”But I’m starving!”
“You’re now allowed to go through Aunty’s cupboards, you know that.”
Timmy looked at him with a slightly puzzled look on his face ”What’s the big deal? I can reach for all of them now” Then he turned back to his rummaging, ignoring the words of his big brother.
Jamie couldn’t argue with that, Timmy was easily reaching the cupboards he himself had to struggle to stretch for.
Jamie was falling asleep even before Timmy had finished the masses of food he had collected. He just wouldn’t stop eating.
“But I’m so hungry Jamie” he stated, tucking into another chicken bone. The way he said it wasn’t whiney, or complaining. He said it like he was able to shrug off the words of his big brother now, like they didn’t matter to him. He was hungry and he was going to eat. Jamie wouldn’t even know how to start responding to that.
It was hours later, and Timmy wasn’t naked anymore. None of his clothes would fit the massive teenager, of course, but Jamie had found a pair of shorts that were acting as effective underwear. Anything to get his brother to leave his penis alone, and think a little less about it. All he needed now was an overgrown sweater and pants, so Timmy could start ignoring his beautiful body and impressive muscles.
“Look at them, Jamie, look at my arms. They’re huge”
“Yeah”
“Touch them, Jamie. Go on.”
”No, I’m okay.”
Timmy shrugged disinterestedly, “Fair enough”. There was something about Timmy’s demeanour now which Jamie wasn’t so sure he liked. He wasn’t hanging on his big brother’s every word anymore, and he didn’t even seem to care that much about what Jamie had to say. He had a new bigger and better interest, more impressive and better-looking, himself.
“They feel so great. I’m going to go and look at myself in the mirror again.”
”No Timmy”
”What’s the big deal, I’m not asking you to come.”
”Well I’m not coming.”
”Fair enough”
Jamie was so tired, he couldn’t believe that his brother was still so awake, and yet it was well after twelve. Timmy didn’t even care seem to care his brother was still hanging around, but Jamie couldn’t leave him in the house alone. He was still only a kid, albeit a very big one. Jamie looked up at the ceiling, Timmy had gone up there a few minutes ago – and yet it had gone rather quiet. He better go and check everything was okay.