Big Brothers Know Best 2

 

Summary: Follows one day in the life of Jake, Austin, and Tommy after the "change".

 

This is a sequel (one of many?) to my story "Big Brothers Know Best" and it is probably best that you read that first but it isn't necessary. The following story is entirely fictional.

 

Morning

 

I have recently discovered that scientists are the singular most annoying group of people on the planet. The reason? They had to spend time and money to come up with the most annoying sound on the planet: an alarm clock. I was dreaming, quite happily, of summer. The warmth, the women, the fun when all the sudden...BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ! And now I'm awake.

 

As usual I think back over the last year: our decision to change Timmy back into a baby boy so he'll be easier to protect and live with. His graduation which soon followed and the changes we did to his room at the beginning of summer. All the diapers, bottles, onesies, pacifiers, baths, and baby stuff that followed as well as the amazing time we had getting to know our little brother again.

 

Smiling now from my little trip down memory lane, I slide out from under the warm blanket on my bed and walk down the hallway - past Jake's bedroom where he softly snoring - to Timmy's nursery to see how his night went, a long practiced routine. Right when I enter the room I notice Timmy's bright baby blue eyes staring at me from his crib. I smile

 

"Hey brat, ready for breakfast?"

 

He giggles in response and I scoop his onesie-covered mass into my arms. Now I know you're thinking, how do I scoop up my 19 year old brother into my arms? First off, I'm a pretty strong dude. I mean, I'm 6'4 and I wrestle plus Timmy is pretty light. He's tall, but he's light.

 

Once we're down in the kitchen I sit Tommy in his high chair and start warming up a bottle of formula for him. I also start frying some eggs and bacon for me and my older brother Jake. While I wait for everything to be done, I chat with Tommy. It's kind've our morning routine mostly because Tommy can't go five seconds without saying something.

 

"What's we gonna do today Austin?"

 

"I don't know kiddo, got anything in mind?"

 

"The zoo!" Sigh. We've been to the zoon three times this month. The kid can't get enough of it and his big brothers can't say No to him.

 

"Well..I'll have to talk it over with Jake before we can, ok?" I was hoping he'd be the voice of dissent so I wouldn't have to be. "I know what we can do while we wait though..."

 

"What?" He tries to pull the curious act with me but I'm not buying it...I launch my attack and as hoped...he burst into laughter.

 

*****

 

10 minutes later and the food is ready and both me and Tommy are panting from the mean tickling I just gave him. They don't call me "Mean Hands" Austin for nothing. Still, there isn't but a moment's peace when Tommy starts whining for his bottle and I, as usual, oblige.

 

"Once you're done with it though it'll be time for your change." As I say this I'm spooning out breakfast for Jake and me. Goodness that guy sleeps late!

 

"But why?! I'm not even wet!"

 

"You will be though, we both know these bottles go right through you." He groans, I smile. "Plus, if we're going out today you'll need to be in a fresh diaper." He perks up at that and I smile even bigger. Who says I was mean?

 

Suddenly a third voice chimes in: "Where are we going?"

 

Jake's up.

 

"Timmy says the zoo....what do you think?" I inject the last part with just the right amount of desperation...I hope.

 

"The zoo again Timbo? How 'bout a movie instead? We can go see that monkey flick that just came out." You can always count on Jake to rescue his little brother.

 

Timmy seems to consider this and then nods fervently.

 

"Great." He flashes that wicked smile of his.

 

"I made breakfast." He nods, "Ok then, we'll eat then get dressed and head out." When me and Tommy have agreed he moves over to sit down at his place next to me. "Thanks for the save back there, I really hate the zoo." I whisper to him. "No problem kid, that's what I'm here for, to save my baby brothers". He laughs and runs his hand through my blonde hair. Dang it! If only he weren't stronger than me....

 

At least he's shorter.

 

*****

 

Ok so I know Timmy hates getting ready but Jake too? It's been two hours since breakfast and I just spent that whole getting Timmy bathed, into a fresh diaper, into his clothes, and packing a diaper bag for him and as I walk to my room to throw something on other than the pajama bottoms I've been wearing I walk past Jake and guess what? He's still only in those Abercrombie briefs of his.

 

"What the hell man?" I snap.

 

"What?" He gives me a look from under his chestnut brown bangs and I just snort. "The movie is in 20 minutes and you still look like you fell out of a Time Square Underwear Ad."

 

"If you mean I'm still dead sexy then thank you. You should be thankful I'm so beautiful after all, where do you think you got your looks from?"

 

"Oh my god, whatever! Just get dressed or I'm leaving you." I threatened.

 

"Fine fine....just stop nagging me, I didn't know I had a little sister now too." He may sound offended but he jumped into his room pretty quick. Just call me Austin The Amazing Manipulator.

 

Afternoon

 

Never again will I recommend we go see an animated movie. Why would I be sooo stupid? The screaming, the yelling, the laughing. Little kid's movies are specifically for little kids, not for 21 year old college students. At least it's over.

 

As we head out of the theater to the truck so we (meaning me, apparently it's my "turn") can change Timmy's messy diaper I pray to God that I lived through that with my sanity.

 

I prayed too soon:

 

"Let's see it again Jakey!" Ok, so Timmy loved it. Go figure, but there is no way in hell....

 

"Pwease Jakey??" Austin chimed in with smile. Who knew he could be so mean?

 

Great, just great...two little brothers against their protective, loving, give-them-anything-they-want big brother.

 

Looks like I'd be heading back in.....

 

*****

 

Sanity? Check.

 

Little Brothers? Check.

 

Food? Negative.

 

"Hey guys, what do you say about lunch?"

 

"Sounds great Jake." Austin replies from where he’s bent over Timmy's stroller tickling him.

 

"What about you, Timbo?" He peeks his head out from under Austin's arm, "Burger King!".

 

From their mouths to my ears. Off we go....

 

*****

 

I never meant to knock the guy unconscious. If he was unconscious I couldn't cause him any more pain, and he deserved a lot of pain. There is only one rule when it comes to my family: don't cause them any harm and this guy just broke that. Twice.

 

But I'm getting ahead of myself...

 

We were standing in the parking lot of the Burger King next to the theater while I changed Timmy's diaper, which he had managed to both poop and pee in during the movie, and get him into some fresh clothes when this guy parks next to us. Right then I knew we might have a problem. You see, some people make fun of the way we treat Timmy, even though he is perfectly fine with it (now). Those people have never gotten physical but this guy......he was a big guy, and he was loud. Two characteristics that I've never liked in anyone but me.

 

As this guy gets out of his little sports car he sees Timmy, whose been stripped down to a really thick cloth diaper with some cartoon character on the front, and starts laughing and shouting jeers like "faggots" and "diaper freaks". All the usual stuff sure but then, when we ignore him, he grabs Austin and spins him around I guess so we can receive the full force of his insults.

 

He crossed a line.

 

I grabbed the guy myself and started shaking him, just to send a message you know? He pushed me away and goes back to Austin. Luckily my little brother was ready for him so when the guy came at him Austin simply stepped out of the way and tripped him, sending the tough guy sprawling on the ground.

 

"Why you little freak..." the guy muttered and dove for Austin's legs and he went down like a sack of potatoes.

 

Hard.

 

His lip busted right off, his head his the pavement with a morbid thunk, and the knee of one of his pant's legs ripped. Before I knew what I was doing I was on the guy, hitting him again and again.

I saw red, the red of my brother's blood.

 

After about a minute, Timmy's cries got through to me and I realized that my hands were red. Great. I pushed my self off the guy, who was out like a light, and turned to Timmy.

 

"Shh...Timmy...hey little guy, it's ok. See? I'm fine." Wait....

 

Austin.

 

You know how in an accident everything goes slow and you observe more than you thought possible? That was happening to me as I turned to look at the too still form of my little brother.

 

He wasn't bleeding that much anymore, his lip was still dripping, and there was a just a little on his head. His foot was at a weird angle, not good, and his shirt had ridden up about half-way on his torso so that you could just see the waistband and upper part of his bright white briefs which were a stark contrast to his blue jeans and the red on his face. He wasn't moving.....he wasn't--

 

"Uhhnn?" Austin stirred, thank God.

 

"You took quite a spill there buddy. Maybe tell me next time you take a trip, ok?" I know I was talking a little babyish to Austin but he didn't seem to notice and I couldn't exactly stop myself.

 

"Just..umm...help me in the truck. Ok?" He managed to get out.

 

"Sure, whatever you say." The me, the shorter older brother/jock, picked Austin clean off the ground and settled him in the back seat next to Timmy....

 

"You okay, too, Timmy?" I couldn't believe I forgot about him. "Yeah, his Austin gonna be 'k?" His eyes were large and I could tell he had been crying during the brief scuffle, I could also see concern for his hero big brother shining through clear as day.

 

"He'll be fine Timbo...won't you Austin?"

 

"Yep, just let me get some sleep and a little aspirin and I'll be good as new kiddo, don't worry." Austin smiled and reached over to tickle his baby brother's tummy. He seemed fine but I notice him wince every minute or so. Some R&R was definitely in order...."Let's go home guys."

 

Evening

 

I don't understand while Austin is still moaning from the couch. I mean, Jakey put medicine on his boo-boos and got him out of his icky clothes that the big mean guy ruined and now Austin is still making noise. Of course I can't do anything, Jakey put me in my chair to give me a warm baba and then left me. I'm seriously considering crying. Jakey came back though and stopped me.

 

"Hey Timbo, sorry I forgot about you but Austin needed me. I'm here now though. Here's your bottle."

 

Yay! I really likes the warm stuff in this bottles, especially right before I go to bed with Teddy. Right when I start to drink it though something interrupts. It's Austin again.

 

"Jake...." He moans.

 

"Yeah Austin?"

 

"Can you bring Timmy in here, I need to talk to him."

 

"Sure buddy." Jakey replies in that weird way he's got ever since we went to Burger King. It's like he's been talking to Austin like he was a baby or something...

 

Jakey picks me up and carries me over to Austin, who is just laying on the couch in nothing but a pair of tighty-whities and a few band-aids. Jakey lays me on Austin’s broad, tan chest and leaves, letting Austin wrap his strong arms around me.

 

"Hey kiddo." He smiled.

 

"Heya.." I wonder why Austin wanted to talk to me...

 

"You ok with what happened this afternoon?" Oh.

 

That.

 

The funny thing was, was that I'd already kind've forgotten it. See, I've never had that good memory. Jakey says it's 'cause I'm the baby of the family. Doesn't matter to me though, being a baby doesn't bother me......it's not like I've ever been a grown-up or something.

 

I reply to Austin, "Yeah, I'm 'k. I'm happy you got rid of the big mean guy though."

 

"You like that did you?"

 

"Yeah!" I giggle and start acting like Jake did.

 

Pow. Wosh. Blam! Giggle.

 

Pow. Wosh. Blam! Giggle.

 

Pow. Wosh. Blam! Giggle.

 

"You should be a boxer when you grow up Timmy." I giggle because that word, boxer, sounds funny. Whatever it means.

 

Woah, all that "fighting", I'm kind've seepy. "Tired kiddo?" Austin asks. Well duh.

 

"Maybe we should get him up to his crib for bed." Jakey's back.

 

"Nah, let him sleep down here for tonight. I'm not going anywhere..."

 

Jake seems a little unsure, "I don't know squirt....your body may not be up to it."

 

I wish they would be a little more quiet so I can go to sleep.

 

"Come on Jake, he's already in a clean diaper. Please?" I can't lift my head and tell but Austin sounds a lot like me right now.

 

I hear a sigh. "Fine, fine. But you have to promise me you'll rest. Both of you."

 

If I could nod I would but everything is getting dark. I snuggle closer to Austin and lay my head on his chest. "Does it look like we'll be playing football tonight to you you Jake?" I can hear Austin smirk.

 

I hear Jakey turn and go then...

 

"Jake, don't pull another stunt like this afternoon again...ok?"

 

Why does it sound like Austin crying all the sudden?

 

They're both quiet for a while and just as I've started to drift off...

 

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect you baby bro. Whatever it takes." I guess that makes Austin happy and he doesn't say anything else but I can tell Jakey is still here.

 

"I love you Austin, remember that." then I hear Jake leave.

 

*****

 

Right before I fall asleep snuggled into my big brother and he snuggled into me, Austin says something, "G'Night Timmy. I love you.". I can only mumble in reply.

 

Jake, standing in the doorway, throws a blanket over his two slumbering brothers and turns out the light.

 

The End.

 

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-M.