Big Brother/Little Brother - Part 1

Author: Writer8322@aol.com

BIG BROTHER/little brother

(There are no minors in this story.)

A Story Set in the Brave New World of D.A.D.
Where Longevity Therapy Has  Extended Each Year of LIfe by a Decade or More

Ch. 1: Potty Training

Jonboy stood at the bathroom door overseeing his little brother on the potty.  Sandy sat on the newly purchased little toilet with tears running down his face.  Jonboy smiled ruefully, but didn't let the little boy's distress cancel out his determination.  

It was early and neither boy had gotten dressed yet.  Jonboy had just finished showering, so he hadn't bothered to get dressed and, besides, walking around in the bare, was no big deal in this house even for a teenage boy.  Daddy and his sons frequently relaxed that way although it was most usual for Daddy and Jonboy to have on their boxers or a jockstrap.  But Sandy was still too little to be permitted to wear pants when he was home.

It was a rule in their home, as it was in many others, that boy under the age of twelve went bare bottom.  "Little boys don't need pants," Daddy said firmly, "and, besides, it help us get Sandy on the toilet in a hurry."

In the past two weeks, his little brother had messed his pants three times, and that had to be remedied.  Their Dad had given Jonboy the job of retraining Sandy, and had warned him that if he failed, their regular Saturday night disciplinary talk would be very hard indeed.

Sandy made a grunting noise and new tears spilled down his face.

"I can't go!" he whined.  "I don't have to go!"

Jonboy held their father's hairbrush in his fist.  He held it up.  "You sit there, Sandy," the Big Boy said, "until you make a poop.  You were wiggling around when we were playing with your Power Ranger figures, and I know that you have to go.  This is how you had an accident last time."

Sandy started to wail.  "I don't have to go, Jonboy!"

Jonboy pressed his lips together unhappily.  He strode over to his little brother, who rapidly put his hands out as if to ward off what was coming. Jonboy grinned, he was so much bigger than Sandy, that the little boy's gesture was both touching and humorous. 

Jonboy took his brother under one arm, lifting him from the potty, and bending him in half so that his little bottom was uppermost.  With his right hand, he briskly gave his brother five quick spanks with the hairbrush.   PAM PAM  PAM PAM PAM

"Eeeeeeee!" Sandy keened, his legs kicking as his Big Brother made his bottom cry out in alarm.

Jonboy put his little brother back on the potty, the little boy sliding forward to avoid contact with the seat.  Patiently, Jonboy moved Sandy back into place and held him there.

"Now you be good, Sandy!" Jonboy said firmly.

"You spanked me!" Sandy said accusingly.

"Little brother, that was just a warning.  If you don't make a poop, I'll give you something to poop about!  I'll spank the shit out of you!"  Instantly, Jonboy covered his mouth and turned to look at the bathroom door.  Whew!  No sign of daddy.  The boys' father did not tolerate such language in their house.  A big fresh bar of Squeaky Clean mouth soap was always in its place of honor on the sink, and Dad would apply it with rigor to either his little son's or Big Son's mouth if they so much as said "Shut up" in his earshot.

Jonboy had not had the 'joy' of a mouth soaping in several months and was not anxious to renew acquaintances with the acrid, long-lasting Squeaky Clean!

He turned back to his little brother who was red-faced from the effort of evacuating.  Poor little kid  he really was having a tough time.

"Sandy," Jonboy said, ruffling his brother's soft brown hair, "don't try so hard.  Just relax little guy, and it'll come by itself."

"The doodies won't come, Jonboy," Sandy said sulkily.

Jonboy chortled,  "Yes, they will!  I'm going to get one of your Golden Books for you to look at and then you'll relax.  Now, don't you dare get up.  Understand?"

Sandy nodded and then looked down.

Jonboy left the bathroom and quickly selected Sandy's favorite Golden Book  it was a Grover story entitled "The Monster at the End of This Book."  Both Daddy and Jonboy had read it to the little tyke dozens of times.

"Okay, here's something you'll like," Jonboy said as he entered the room and then froze.  The potty was uninhabitated.

(to be continued)