Jamie gulped. He didn’t want anyone to know about Timmy. He wanted it all to be over before anyone could know.
“Er…yes”
”Fuck man, I knew you would.” Suddenly there was warmth in Charlie’s voice. He obviously thought that Jamie was like him now, worthy of his attention. “And what happened?”
“I’ve…grown. Really big. And I’ve got muscles now”
”Yeah, that fast? Fucking A.” In the background, Jamie could hear the crow-calls and taunts of Charlie’s fellow jocks. He was obviously in the locker-room or something. “You don’t sound no different.”
Jamie didn’t answer, he didn’t know what to say.
”So what you want anyway dude?”
“How do I stop it?”
“What?”
”I don’t want to be like this. I want it to stop. How do I change back?”
On the other end of the phone, Charlie laughed his deep, cruel laugh. “You’re having a fucking joke with me, man. Why change back?”
“It’s not what I want.”
”You’re not used to it yet. Give it time.”
”And what’ll happen then.”
”You change more. Then people around you will change, they’ll think of you differently when they see what you’re like. Fuck, I can’t believe anyone who experienced those changes would actually consider changing back.”
As the crow-calls of the locker room got too loud for Jamie to hear, he turned his attention to his little brother, Timmy – on the sofa, masturbating ferociously to the sight of the attractive TV-presenter’s open cleavage. His previously non-existent sexual urges had so got strong he didn’t even care if anyone else was in the room – he’d grown into a crude sexual animal.
Back on the phone line Jamie heard Charlie wish him goodbye “See you on Monday dude. Maybe you’ll even be ready for practice after school” As Jamie put the phone back down in frustration, Timmy seemed to let out a final satisfied sigh, as cum squirted out of his penis. The phone hung up with a beep, and Timmy glanced round quickly, smirking smugly at his older brother who stood watching in horror.
“What’s the matter?”
”You shouldn’t do it.”
”It’s fun, my dick gets so big.”
”Don’t call it that.”
Timmy rose up from the sofa, rubbing a nipple absent-mindedly with a massive hand. He was able to let his brother’s warnings pass him by with ease. Jamie was starting to feel his brother was moving out of his reach. He picked up the assembly of cardboard and tissue paper that Timmy had handed him only yesterday afternoon.
“Timmy remember this? Your Easter Hat.”
Timmy nodded slowly, not saying a word. He didn’t really seem that bothered. Yesterday after school, he’d handed it over to Jamie full of pride and they’d had to spend most of the afternoon admiring it. Jamie had to admit that it would look ridiculous on what was now Timmy’s handsome head, but now it was like Jamie was the one making a big deal about it, and Timmy didn’t care.
“I’m going to bed.”
”You only just got up.”
“I’m tired.”
It was like all he cared about was sleep, sex and food – had his sweet, sensitive little brother really become that simple?