Andlat's Story Spot

“Are you excited for lifeguard class this afternoon?” Eric asked as he folded the last pair of Scotty’s underwear, placing it on the neat stack in front of him. He loved saving Scotty’s underwear for last so that it sat right on top of the pile, all brightly colored, even compared to their six year old cousin Gavin’s hand-me-downs that made up the vast majority of Scotty’s wardrobe. Scotty did not answer, still feeling terribly cautious. Did Eric actually plan to let him take lifeguard class with him? He had to have something planned, right? “Are you listening? Earth to baby Scotty!” That proved it. There was no way he was going to get to be a normal lifeguard. Was there something where they would have to practice rescuing someone? Maybe Eric had pulled strings and gotten Scotty enrolled as the practice victim? Eric chuckled and pulled Scotty into his lap before cradling him in his arms. Sure, Scotty was a little lanky for cradling, but he was so light and it amused Eric to no end tha

"Isn't this great, Scotty?" "It's Scott." Scotty mumbled, making sure to say it as quietly as he could. If Eric heard him, he would be in big trouble. "We're both gonna be lifeguards!" Eric said, grinning down at his brother. "What was that you muttered?" "Nothing." Scotty blushed as he felt Eric lift his chin so that he met his eyes. Why was an eleven year old this tall? Mom insisted he was only a foot taller, but it might as well have been a mile with how high Eric's head seemed to be. "You don't have secrets from me, Scotty." Eric said. "So, whatever it is you said, you deserve what?" "I dunno." "Pow pows on the bum-bum." "Do you have to call it that?" Eric ignored him, swatting Scotty's bottom three times in rapid succession. It was not a hard spanking, just enough to remind the tiny fourteen year old who was in charge. “Now are you excited with me, Scotty?”

"Hurry up." Scotty muttered, sitting on the bench, head in his hands, elbows resting on his thighs. The bright lights of the rec center locker room only made things worse. "I feel so exposed." "I thought you'd be glad to finally be out of tighty whities." Eric remarked, pulling his shirt on over his head. He smirked at his brother, sitting there in just his Pokémon Underoos, Pikachu and Squirtle smiling up at him from Scotty's crotch. "Not like these." Scotty grumbled. It had taken Eric longer than he cared to admit to put the pieces together. If Scotty still fit in the pajamas of a first grader, something they had only learned thanks to the bags of donation clothes, why would underwear be any different? He had been a little annoyed by how many boxer briefs there were at the store for six year olds, but he had finally found some Pokémon and Spongebob briefs for his brother. He had not been sure which would have been more childish in Scot

“Here we are!” Eric said cheerfully, smiling back at his brother Scotty, who had dragged his feet for all six blocks of their walk to the community center by their new house. “'C'mon, squirt!” “Mom told you not to call me that.” Scotty said sullenly. Eric had been taller than him for a few years now, but his latest growth spurt had put him more than a foot ahead of him. Being reminded of it was one of the most annoying things in Scotty's life. “Why are you so glum?” Eric asked. Scotty just grunted. He was irritated because mom had gone above and beyond praising Eric for doing simple things like packing their bags to go swimming and calling ahead to reserve them passes for the community center. He would have done those things, if she had only asked. Eric just had to be a little goody two shoes and did it without even being asked. “How about we go inside?” Eric pulled open the shiny glass door and Scotty stepped into the air conditioned entryway. “Hello!” The woman behind