It had been Carrie’s idea to take Timmy to school. Jamie had been adamant that he was not ready, but Carrie refused to let herself watching Jamie turn his little brother into a recluse and a freak. He was going to be treated like any other guy his ‘age’. She’d even brought over her brother’s old school uniform, which was compulsory at Summer Bay High, that they were going to have to fit Timmy into, all Jamie’s shirts and trousers were a few sizes to small. Carrie’s brother had been a been a quarterback and well-sized before leaving the school, and it seemed to fit Timmy perfectly. Jamie had to button up his collar for him, tuck in his shirt, and do his tie, but Timmy was uncharacteristically compliant as he let his brother dress him. Since the changes to his body, Jamie had noticed how Timmy was less and less willing to let himself do stuff for him. He wanted to feed himself, wash himself, look after himself. And he was like a bear with a sore-head if Jamie tried to interfere. Jamie couldn’t help thinking how ridiculous it was. I mean, yes his brother now looked like a man but he was still, undoubtedly, a child inside.
That was the reason for his main reservation of taking Timmy to school. Jamie knew firsthand the pressures of the schoolyard, and he worried for his delicate little brother, who could quite as easily become a target for the jock-bullies as he himself was. Timmy might come close to resembling a few of those football players, but that would only add to the confusion when they discovered his sensitive childlike nature underneath, and his refusal and inability to be treated like an adult. All his life, Jamie had vowed to protect Timmy from those sort of pressures he himself had to face, and now it was like he was pushing his brother straight into it. Still, knowing how excited and eager his brother was to be joining ‘big’ school, he tried to keep some of the fears to himself as he admired Timmy in his new uniform.
“You look great” he smiled, then knowing how much it would please his worshiping little brother added “You look like me.”
Timmy frowned. He’d been having a look at himself in the mirror earlier, and Carrie hadn’t stopped whispering dirty things since she’d seen him in the uniform – he even fucked her when he was wearing it. He look a lot better than his little brother.
“This collar’s too tight.”
”Leave that, you don’t want to look scruffy do you?”
”Is this how everyone else wears it?”
“Yes” Jamie lied. The school uniform at Summer Bay was largely treated with disgust and indifference. On the most part, it was either not worn at all, or its rules and conventions were openly flaunted - some of the brainless jocks didn’t even bother buttoning up their shirts at all, it seemed the scruffier and ‘sexier’ you looked the better. But Jamie didn’t want Timmy to be like that.
“What are you looking forward to most about joining school.”
”Ummm I don’t know.”
“The lessons, and the classes?”
”Yeah.”
Jamie smiled, “You’ll like it.”
Timmy smiled too, but more uncertainly. In his conversations with Carrie, mostly taking place between fucking sessions, learning at school hadn’t really cropped up. They’d talked mostly about getting Timmy to know some of the other guys, so he would have a few better role-models, joining a few of the sport’s teams so he would be able to keep his fitness levels up. Timmy was even thinking more about the attractive girls there would be to fuck, although he hadn’t told even told Carrie that. But Jamie didn’t seem interested in any of that stuff, so it didn’t seem like he had to say anything to him .
“Come on” said Jamie, smiling “Let’s go, bro.”