Let big brother help
 

Jackson was a 6' 5" behemoth of a man the quarterback of the college football team and a 27 year old on borrowed time. His degree was going no where with his piss poor grades, worse still was recruiters wanting nothing to do with because of his attitude. The only solis Jackson had in his life was his terrorizing his younger brother. As far as Jackson was concerned that posh, know it all, polite shitbag was the reason things were so hard for him, always making him look bad, but not after today. "HEY RUNT GET IN HERE" Jackson yelled yanking the back of his brother's undies and pulling him into his room.

September is a small 5’6 16 year old in high school. He was smart for his age, but extremely timid and shy. He didn’t understand why his older brother constantly terrorized him. He felt himself being dragged backwards by his brother, and almost instlantly became scared. Scared of the beating he would get. Scared of what his older brother could do.

Jackson cackled as he closed his door. The older brother finally had his little whimp of a brother now. He whipped out a small pink book with the words diary on the front "recognize this!?" He held the diary in his brother's face

September was shaking, trying not to cry or hyperventilate. His eyes widen when he sees the diary. “N-No..?” He said shakily, in a small, scared voice.

"THHHHAAAATTTT'S RIGHT" it's been quiet a good read ESPECIALLY the part about your little wish to be a big diaper filling baby again". Jackson chuckled and crossed his arms "i gotta say that part touched me ..... and i wanna help" Jackson sneered intensely

This is where September broke down. He couldn’t stop the tears running down his face. “Wh-Why..?” He asked through tears. “... Wh-Why do y-you h-Hate me..?”

"You seriously don't KNOW well if you have to ask you'll never learn" Jackson quickly stripped September naked "now we'll begin you training course for being a baby again, you'd like that wouldn't you" Jack sneered presenting his fist to September"your gunna qalk down naked inyo the living room and not say anything until mom and dad ask you what happened to your cloths ..... and once they do your gunna tell them you have no idea what happened to them or that you were naked YOU GOT THAT!"

“Wh-What..? N-No!” September protested, not wanting to go downstairs naked. Not wanting to be naked at all.

"GET GOING you wanna be a baby don't you" Jack pushed his brother down the stairs. Upon hearing the loud thump Harold Mathers ran to track down the sound."son that was quite a buster are you ok- uhhhhhhh September w-where did your cloths go?"

September was to busy crying from the fall to answer. There was a cut on his forehead.