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My Little Brother: The Target 2: Continued from original - (Read 11,231 Times)
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I'm a pretty good looking kid, I think to myself as I look at my reflection in a hazy mirror of the boys bathroom. Everything about my appearance is just as I like it today. My auburn hair goes down to about an inch above my eyebrows, sweeping off to the side with its natural wave. I smile at myself in the mirror; people always say I have the most warming smile they've ever seen. I think it's because my eyes, as deep a blue as blueberries, contrast my so slightly tanned skin and complete the perfect image.

My looks are a big in-between of my parents'. My mom is on the fair side, blond hair, blue eyes just like mine. I don't know my dad's heritage, but he has a tan just about all year round and I think I got that from him. Whatever, mix and match the best, I guess.

I walk out of the bathroom after my moment of narcissism. That last thought about genetics got me thinking about the rest of my family. My sister Kara, two years older, probably looks like a female version of my dad, because she's got just about every feature that he has. My kid brother on the other hand, he's a lot more like my mom, with his blond hair, blue eyes and much paler complexion.

As I walk through the hall of my school, I notice a crowd forming at the other end. People are rushing over and laughing, so I'm sure there's something going on. Trying to look cool, I casually stroll on toward it, then weave my way through trying to get to the front to see what's happening.

"Ha ha! Tighty whities!" I hear a random kid calling out among all the laughing and pointing. I still don't know what it's all about, so I try to make my way closer to the front. After pushing through a bunch of seventh graders, I bump into my friend Chuck, who is watching on with a smile on his face.

"Yo man, what's going on?"

"Check it out, Tim! Alan gave some kid a monster wedgie!" I'm trying to peer over a couple of the people in front of me, so Chuck and I push past them so I can get a look for myself.

And SURPRISE SURPRISE...

There's my kid brother Jay, his underwear hooked over the top of a locker, his face a tightened picture of agony, surrounded by people who are getting a huge laugh at the fact that this kid, despite being 10 years old and in the sixth grade, still wears white briefs.

I walk up to him from the crowd, and he notices me as I step forward.

"Jay?"

He squeaks out a reply in a high, pain stricken voice. "H-h-h-hey Tim.."

"Want me to let you down?"

"Y-y-y-yes please!"

With a sigh, I grab his legs and lift him a little higher, creating some slack between the back of his underwear and the locker. He reaches back and unhooks himself, then I lower him to the ground.

He wastes no time getting to work, reaching back and trying to dig out his underwear through the material of his cargo shorts.

"Thanks, bro."

The crowd begins to disperse, some kids still lingering around and laughing at Jay for being a tighty whitey loser. Jay doesn't care too much about what they have to say, as he is far too focused on readjusting his briefs so they fit back in their proper position.

Jay looks up at me, his face clearly showing his current discomfort.

"Mom sure does a good job buying underwear, huh? I saw Alan hook a kid up there two days ago and it ripped the waistband right off! Not mine, though. Mom buys me the strong underwear."

"Dude, shut up. You're embarrassing yourself."

"I don't care. Everyone seems to be interested in my underwear anyway. Why not tell them more about it?"

"Dude, just shut up! I don't want to have to pull you down from a locker every time I'm in the hall."

"All right, bro. No worries," Jay says, talking kind of coolly despite having just recently been mocked by a great portion of the school. A bell sounds, causing us both to look up for a moment. Jay says, "Uh oh, I think that means I'm late. Gotta run, bro."

Jay scampers off down the hall, walking with an awkward kindof limp as he continues to try to fix his wedgie. I look down at the ground and shake my head, amazed by my brother's incredible talent at attracting wedgies.

Chuck walks up to me, standing by my side.

"What's up with him, dude?"

I sigh, still looking down the hall at him as he walks away.

"I don't know. He's just...my little brother..."
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Post Icon Posted: Apr 23rd, 2009 at 12:09 am

Do you have the first section from the old site to repost?
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Post Icon Posted: Apr 23rd, 2009 at 03:31 pm

An excellent addition! This was my fav story at the old WH!
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Post Icon Posted: Apr 23rd, 2009 at 04:33 pm

Yes, the first part was amazing, and this part is just as good. Though I agree with Trekboy. If you have the 1st part you should post it for the members who didn't read it on the old site.
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Post Icon Posted: Apr 23rd, 2009 at 05:36 pm

gd 2nd part cant wait for the next part
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Post Icon Posted: Apr 23rd, 2009 at 07:19 pm

I don't have the first part. If there's any way to recover it from the old site, I'd be glad to post it.
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Post Icon Posted: Apr 25th, 2009 at 07:28 pm

The most I remember about the first one, other than it was an awesome story, was it was the first day f school, the older bro made a bargain with his little bro not to let his undies get higher than his waistline, and he ended up having to go home in his bro's gym clothes because his were stolen by three people that still wore briefs themselves. I also remember the older bro made those three pay.
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Post Icon Posted: Apr 25th, 2009 at 11:47 pm

This is a great sequel to the first story, please write a third part.
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Post Icon Posted: Apr 28th, 2009 at 06:43 pm

I'm sorry the first part is gone. But it feels like a new first part in a way. Whatever. I'm glad to see more of it. It's a good premise and fun to read. Good job.Smiley
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Post Icon Posted: Apr 30th, 2009 at 02:55 pm

I like your style of writing, keep at it Smiley
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Post Icon Posted: Nov 11th, 2009 at 10:49 am

Another day of school is at its end as I sit on the bus in the parking lot, waiting as kids file on to go home. It's been a pretty uneventful day. This may have been one of the first days this school year where I didn't need to save my little brother from some wedgie or otherwise humiliating incident involving his underwear. Maybe people are finally cutting him some slack...

Or, maybe, I just jinxed it by thinking that. Jay comes walking onto the bus with an unusual pout on his face. It's strange; even the day that the guys tied him to the flagpole in nothing but his tighty whities, he kept a smile on his face. But today, something is different.

"Hey," I call out to him, getting his attention. I wave him over to my seat, and he trudges over to sit next to me. I can tell something is eating at him, and bringing him down. "What's wrong, dude?"

Jay lets out a sigh and leans forward, slouching over his legs and resting his forehead against the back of the seat in front of us. He then turns his head and looks at me with his big, blue, 10-year-old eyes. "I got pantsed today."

"Umm... don't you get pantsed every day?"

"This time was different," he whimpers before letting out another sigh. "I was in the hall talking to Jenny Croker, and Harry Nanton was there too. He's kinda fat, and Jenny, she's really pretty--I mean, hot--I mean she's like, good looking and all, and I umm... like her."

I smile and pat him on the head, messing his hair. "Aww, you got a little crush..."

"DO NOT! But anyway, we were standing with her, and Harry was all like, 'Jenny, you're wasting your time talking to this little shrimp,' and I was like, 'Hey, I'm small, but at least I'm in shape,' and she was like, 'I love it when a guy has a six pack,' and Harry just kinda stood there blushing because he's fat and all and definitely doesn't have one, but I kinda do if I flex and lean the right way cause I'm skinny, you know..."

"Dude, slow down. You're saying a hundred words a second."

"Sorry," he sighs again, taking a deep breath as he slows himself down. "Anyway, so I lifted up my shirt so she could looks at my abs, and Harry pantsed me. I'm wearing basketball shorts, so they came down no problem, and Harry got them all the way to my ankles. It was like I was frozen for a second. I was holding up my shirt and Jenny was looking at my abs anyway, so she was in a perfect spot to see it all. It's one thing when a guy sees me in my briefs, but a girl..."

Jay lightly knocks his head against the seat, closing his eyes and feeling stupid.

"Man, that sucks. What did she say?"

Jay keeps his eyes closed and his head against the seat. "She just laughed and pointed at me, and I didn't know what to do or say, and I think I was just standing there in my tighty whities for a long time, and she just walked away, laughing about it."

He lets out a whimper, this whole experience really having an effect on him. "Tim, are boxers really that bad?"

I'm stunned. I can't believe he's finally considering the switch. "Are you serious? You're thinking about giving up the tighty whities?"

"Well, if girls don't like guys who wear them, what else am I gonna do?"

Finally, I can get Jay wearing boxers and stop worrying about him getting his ass kicked every day.

But, just as I'm getting my hopes up, I can see a lightbulb turn on in his head. He opens his eyes and sits up, a thought coming to him.

"You know what? I shouldn't be thinking like this. Why should I change who I am for some stupid girl? If she doesn't like me for the person I am, then she's not the kind of person I wanna be around. My name is Jay Abraham, and I wear tighty whities! I hate boxers and I'm never gonna wear them!

Now, it's my turn to sigh. Sure, he's re-vitalized and not feeling so down anymore, but I know that tomorrow morning, he's going to slip on another pair of white briefs, and put himself on the line for wedgies, pantsings, and other means of humiliation.

My little brother will remain the target.
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Post Icon Posted: Nov 11th, 2009 at 05:16 pm

This was quite unexpected, but I'm glad you decided to continue this story. This has always been a good one it's just a shame no one saved the first part.
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Post Icon Posted: Nov 11th, 2009 at 09:27 pm

I love this story, keep going
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Post Icon Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 at 01:05 am

Always been my fav story!
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Post Icon Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 at 07:22 am

Great you continued this is one of my favorite stories.
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