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Big Brother/Little Brother - Part 3

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. 3: Sandy Meets 'Uncle' Anton

Sandy stood on the Island docking field, holding on to his little penis for comfort and cried for all he was worth. The little boy didn't care that he was as naked as a little pink piglet (he was used to that at home), but he was in a strange place without his daddy and (what was even worse) without his Big Brother Jonboy to take care of him.

Suddenly a shadow fell over him, and Sandy stopped crying and looked up at the figure that towered above him.   Sandy rubbed his teary eyes with his little bawled fists and stared at the Man. He was BIG!

The Giant wore a gray onepiece uniform with the letters D.A.D. in a beautiful logo on the left side of his chest.   The zippered front of the onepiece had been lowered to the Man's waist revealing a massive chest rippling with muscles and black springy hair. Sandy gaped at the man's chest in awe. The little boy's daddy was a big man, and he had chest hair too, but not like the Giant! Sandy's eyes traveled up to the Giant's face. He sure looked like a Giant! He had a big black beard, and bushy black eyebrows and black, curly hair on his head. There was a big pipe, one of the curvy ones like daddy sometimes smoked, in the Giant's mouth. The Giant blew out a cloud of smoke, took the pipe from his mouth and tapped it into his palm, and then put it into a pocket on he right side of his chest. Sandy could see the bowl of the pipe hanging over the edge of the pocket.

The Giant put his huge fists on his hips and looked down at the naked little boy. Then he put his head back and gave a deep, rumbling laugh.

The Giant bent down on one knee, picked Sandy up in his great big hands and sat him on the knee. One hand held Sandy while the Giant's other hand gently wiped the tears from the little boy's face.

"Who are you, my boy," the Giant asked. He had an accent that Sandy thought he had heard before. It sounded a little like someone from France, but not exactly.

"Sandy," the little boy said. He rubbed his eyes with his fists again.

The Giant wondered how old the little boy was. Longevity therapy had extended life beyond everyone's wildest hopes, but it had one drawback. The stages of development now took as long as the decades involved in growing from one age to the next. The 'terrible twos' might last as long as ten years! But this little boy was not two! He appeared to be more like five, or perhaps six longevity years old.

"Sandy," said the Giant, "how old are you? And how did you come to the Island, child?"

Sandy put his thumb in his mouth, something he only did when he thought he might be about to get into trouble.

"I'm almost six longevity years old," the boy said, his voice garbled by his thumb.

The Giant laughed again, and then his hairy hand drew the little boy's finger from his mouth.

"Tell me again, little one."

Sandy repeated his age.

"And tell Uncle Anton how you came here," the Giant said.

Sandy brightened. "Are you really my Uncle?!"

Anton grinned and Sandy saw his white teeth appear in a crack in his beard. They were very clean and shiny.

Anton rubbed the top of the little boy's head with his giant hand. "Of course mon petit," he said, "of course, I'm your Uncle. All D.A.D.'s are Uncles to all children."

Sandy knew about D.A.D.s his daddy had taken some training courses in their community.

Anton cupped the back of Sandy's head with his palm. "You were telling Uncle Anton how you came here," the Giant said.

"Through the transporter," Sandy said, "......(he hesitated)....in daddy's den!"

Anton studied the little boy and smiled. "And you are not supposed to go into your father's den unbidden is that it?"

Sandy put his thumb back in his mouth and nodded.

Anton nodded too. "And Daddy would go pum pum pum on your little backside (he put the stress on the second syllable) if he found out?"

Sandy wiggled on Uncle Anton's knee.

Uncle Anton shook his head and gave Sandy a mock scowl. He held up a finger and shook it at the little boy. "That was naughty, mon petit, and perhaps when we contact daddy to come and get his baby boy he will indeed go pum pum pum. Or perhaps Uncle Anton may do it for him, we shall see."

Anton picked up the little boy and held him against his massive chest with one arm under his little bare bottom.

"Meantime, I will take you into the dome and put you in some clothes before you catch cold."

"Uncle Anton," Sandy said, he had relinquished his finger which meant that he had decided that the Giant was a friend, "are you a real Giant?"

Anton laughed and grinned. He hugged the little boy. "Oui, mon petit I have been called that many times."

"And is this a D.A.D. Island? And are you gonna really tell Daddy? And are you really gonna spank me? And will you tell Jonboy where I am?" At the mention of his adored Big Brother, Sandy's lip trembled and he burst into fresh gales of tears.

"Jonboy! Jonboy!" he howled. "I want my Jonboy!"

Anton pressed the boy to his chest and patted his bottom. "Ssh, ssh, little one," Anton said, as he turned and strode toward the dome. "Is Jonboy your brother?"

"Jonboy! Jonboy!" Sandy called despondently. "Where are you?"

"We will tell this Jonboy where you are, petit, only don't deafen your Uncle Giant with such howling. Sacre bleu! This little one has the lungs of a Gorilla!"

Sandy stopped crying and stared at Anton. He was still at an age where certain words just tickled him. 'the lungs of a Gorilla' He had the 'lungs of a gorilla.' Sandy repeated the words, "I have the lungs of a gorilla," he said, and then he abandoned his tears and burst into hysterical laughter.

Anton looked at the little boy in delight.

"Ha! Haaaaa!" Sandy was almost limp in the Man's arms, "the lungs of a Gorilla," he gurgled and howled with laughter.

Anton kissed the little boy's head and carried him into the dome.

(to be continued)