THANKSGIVING

	It happened over the Thanksgiving holiday of 1999. Before I 
start with the story, I'll give you some background.
	 Yes, I'm a teen baby, but no, this story is not mainly about 
me. It's about the cousins that I have the pleasure of babysitting 
so very often. If you want to know about me and diapers, I suggest 
you contact me, because I have pics of me from when I was 15, 16, 
17, and the most recent ones if you want them. I'm 18 and I live 
with my mother in Alma, Georgia. This story is entirely about my 
favorite cousins who stayed with me this Thanksgiving. I used to 
live in Philadelphia in an apartment. But some bad stuff happened 
to me up there (financially that is) and to make a long story 
short, here I am in Georgia. My mom saved up quite a bit of money 
when she worked for a securities firm, and retired early about a 
year ago and built herself a nice house on 30 acres of land (which 
include a rather nicely populated (deer wise) woods, a well-
stocked pond, and untrimmed field (for bird hunting) and the rest 
of it is pasture for the horses. The house is a 2 story rectangle, 
80 feet by 55 feet (roughly) and is surrounded by a 10 foot porch. 
It's a solid log house (no insulating or fake walls, just foot 
thick logs). There are 11 (the great room has a ceiling that goes 
up to the roof) rooms, 6 on each floor (5 on the second.). Each 
room is roughly a square 25 by 25 feet (some are smaller due to 
bathroom and utility placement). 6 bedrooms, 4 baths, a smoking 
room (no smoking in other parts of the house - the room also has a 
bar and a beer tap in it), a living room, a dining room, a kitchen 
and a great room (for you non-southern types, a great room is a 
cross between a living room and a den... it has good furniture and 
a TV to put it frankly).
	My family is kind of large, not really big though. I really 
only associate with my mother's side, as my on my father's side I 
never knew my grandparents. I'm sad to say, that my grandparents 
on my mother's side passed away only a few years ago. However, 
that means everyone in the family meets at my mother's house. I am 
the youngest Grandchild. All of my first cousins (my 2 aunts 
children) are about twenty-six to thirty-four years old. Some have 
children, some don't. The oldest of the Great Grandchild is only 
13.
	People started arriving around 12 noon on the 22nd (Tuesday). 
First to come was Heath (my cousin) and his wife and his one and a 
half year son old Bryce. Then came my Aunt Gloria. At about 3 
o'clock my cousin Mitch arrived with his 1 and a half year old 
boy, Taylor. 5 minutes later Tom (another cousin) and his wife, 
Jen, arrived with Tom Jr. who is also 18 months. Needless to say, 
they were all in diapers, still only babies. Soon enough, My other 
Aunt, Wanda, arrived. Following My Aunt Wanda and her husband Jim 
was Stacey and her husband Randy. With them came their boy Justice 
who is three. He hasn't been potty trained and they subscribe to 
the motto, "he'll start when HE is ready". The rest arrived as a 
group at about 3 P.M. and included Sherry (who is single), Steve 
(who is divorced) and Susie with her husband Mike. Of course, the 
last to arrive was Scott and his wife Andy.
	Scott is more like a brother to me than a cousin. I see him 
and his kids more than I see the rest of the family. We both take 
after my grandfather. Tall, dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, well 
muscled. His kids are the same way. We are considered the cutest 
of the family :) He's a little bit of a shady character though, 
and tends to skip out on responsibilities a lot. His wife is a 
great mother, but anytime she sees an opportunity to get out of 
taking care of kids, she seizes it. With them of course came their 
sons. Danny, who is 4 (about 2 weeks from being 5). Danny is still 
in diapers because he has messy accidents at night and wets his 
pants constantly during the day. The funny thing is, the kid is 
sharp as a razor. He takes after Scott and me in his size. He's 
quite big for his age. I guess his brain matured faster than the 
rest of him. And of course there was Chris, who is 7 (8 in 2 
months). Chris takes after his mother's side in size, though. He 
is really small for his age, which is unusual for my family, 
because most of us look about 2 or 3 years older than we usually 
are. He's only about the size of a 5 year old, and could pass for 
5 if you really wanted him to. The only way you could tell he 
wasn't as young as he looked was the way he talks. Along with the 
"handsome" genes that came from my grandfather, also came his 
amazing intelligence. My Grandfather had a 6th grade education but 
he was one of the designers of the first Space-Shuttle. Chris wets 
the bed every night and wears Goodnites for it. That is another 
trait that both Scott and I shared. He didn't stop wetting the bed 
till 15, I didn't stop wetting every night till I was 16, and 
Chris and Danny probably wont stop till around that age, too. I 
never got to wear diapers to bed, though. my mom potty trained me 
at 2 and that was the end of it on her part. My mom didn't believe 
in kids wearing diapers past the age of 2 (she is really different 
from the rest of the family) and it wasn't till I was 12 and had 
money to buy the diapers for myself that I got to wear them on a 
constant basis. But I digress...

	We were all a little tired that night, so we had a quick 
dinner and decided rooming arrangements (we are used to a lot of 
company and have two or 3 beds in each room). It's kind of first 
come, first served at my house. My mother got her own bedroom, as 
did Aunt Wanda and Jim and Aunt Gloria. Heath and his wife and 
kids took a bedroom with Mitch and his family. Stacey and Randy 
and their kid took a bedroom with Susie and Mike. Steve and Cherry 
took the couches in the smoking room. I of course, got my bedroom. 
Scott and Andy, who arrived late, got stuck on the floor in the 
smoking room. I suggested that Danny and Chris could sleep with me 
while they were there, and Scott said that would be great. In my 
family, it's a regular thing for the kids to sleep with other 
people. Danny and Chris thought it really cool to be able to sleep 
with their big cousin Josh (they look up to me, of course... I'm 
older than them and I don't scold them for doing naughty stuff). 
Of course, with them sleeping with me, I would be doing all the 
nightly diaper changes and checking. This comes with the 
territory.
	Around 8, all the parents got their kids ready for bed and I 
took it upon myself to get Danny and Chris ready for bed. I 
grabbed Danny's (nearly empty) pack of diapers, the changing mat 
and both the kids clothing cases and led them up to my room. I 
changed Danny's diaper and helped Chris into his Goodnites. I put 
Danny's night shirt on him and Chris got out a fuzzy terry cloth 
sleeper. He said he wanted to wear that tonight. I told him "good 
choice. That makes you look really cute". He just blushed. So 
helped him get into it. Then we all rejoined the rest of the 
family in the great room for a round of television. Around 9 the 
babies nodded off. My cousins, with Justice, Bryce, Taylor and Tom 
retired to their rooms to sleep. I carried the drowsy 4 year old 
Danny to the single bed in my room, covered him up, gave him a 
quick goodnight kiss and a pat on the diaper, and went back 
downstairs to join the remaining family. At 10, my aunts and 
mother went to bed, leaving the rest of us who went to the bar in 
the smoking room and had a few drinks. Chris was right on my 
heels, even though he was about to nod off himself. We sat around 
drinking and shooting the shit. Chris had been sitting in my lap 
(I slipped him a few sips of my beers) and had nodded off. About 
10:30 I felt a warmth spread in his bottom, knowing he had just 
wet. I kind of snickered to myself and just enjoyed it. At 11:00, 
we disbanded and everyone went to their decided places on the 
couches. I gently woke the wet 7 year old on my lap and led him, 
still half asleep, to my room. I quietly closed my room door and 
turned on the movie "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" at a low volume. I 
laid the sleepy seven year old on the padded changing mat set up 
in my floor, unzipped his sleeper and took it off of him. He told 
me he had wet his goodnights with a slight frown. He was kind of 
embarrassed he did it in my lap. I told him it was okay. I 
mentioned that both his daddy and I wet ourselves when we were 
sleeping till we were in our teens! I could tell that made him 
feel better and he started smiling drowsily. I ripped the sides of 
the Goodnite off and pulled it gently from between his legs. I got 
another Goodnite out of the 3/4 empty package and laid it next to 
him. I took some baby wipes, wiped him off really well and reached 
for the lotion. I grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs up like 
you would if you were changing a baby. He told me that really 
wasn't needed, and that his parents only did that at home. I 
replied that I had been changing his diapers ever since he was 
born, and that everyone that has wet needs a wiping off (this is 
very true, diaper rash is not pleasant to have). I applied a 
copious amount of baby lotion to his butt and groin. I started 
rubbing it in and saw he had a little hard on. I just giggled at 
him. He looked very embarrassed and looked away from me. I turned 
his head towards me and said in a very clear and serious voice, 
"Chris, that is nothing to be ashamed of. Every single time that 
you change a baby or a kid in diapers (he quickly interjected 
"Goodnites" to which I nodded) they get a bit of a stiffy. It 
happens to everyone when getting their diaper changed. I once 
asked a doctor if it was normal, and he said 'hell yes, it's just 
a reaction to the attention lovingly given to the area. It happens 
to everyone!'" That too, made him feel better. I sprinkled some 
baby powder on him and he sneezed. He grinned and giggled as I 
slid the Goodnite up to his knees. I stood him up, pulled the 
disposable underpants up all the way and helped him get into his 
sleeper. I zipped it up and he climbed into my bed. He immediately 
closed his eyes and started snoring softly. I balled up the wet 
Goodnite and tossed it into my trash can. I then walked over to 
the single bed to check on little Danny (for his age though, I 
guess he could be considered big!). When I pulled back the cover I 
could already tell by the smell he needed a changing. I picked him 
up and laid him down on the changing mat. He barely even woke up 
as I took off his poop-filled diaper and cleaned up his cute-as-a-
button bottom. It took me a few minutes to completely clean him 
off. The poop had spread from the top of his cheeks to the bottom 
of his little weenie because he had been lying down. I thought to 
myself 'man, this kid must have not poop in a year or two" because 
of the horrendous amount he had excreted into his diaper. After 
making sure there was nothing left of the poop I applied lotion 
and baby powder, then pulled out a fresh diaper for him. He too, 
had gotten a stiffy (as I said before, everyone his age does when 
getting a diaper changed) and I noticed how large the diaper was 
and looked at the package. Pampers Size 6. Man, these things were 
huge for baby diapers. I gripped his ankles, lifted his bottom and 
slid the diaper under him lowered his bottom and taped it up. I 
picked him up and carried him to the bed still mostly asleep. I 
balled up the dirty diaper, tied it in a plastic bag and tossed it 
in my trash can.
	I then got a naughty idea... If Chris didn't have any 
Goodnites to wear, then he would have to wear his brother's 
diapers to bed (his parents have done it many times when he's run 
out of goodnights). I took the remaining 5 goodnights and hid them 
in the top of my closet and tossed the package in the trash can. I 
knew Chris liked to wearing Goodnites (he said the reason was that 
they made him feel comfortable knowing he wasn't going to get his 
sheets wet, and that was the truth as far as I am concerned), but 
really didn't like the idea of wearing his brother's diapers. I 
once told him there really wasn't any difference between Goodnites 
and diapers except the fuzzy outside and the tear-away sides. To 
that he replied "Yeah, but they are my BROTHER'S diapers!" Good 
ol' sibling rivalry. I jumped in bed with Chris and he snuggled up 
to me, curling a leg and his arms around my body. I turned to him, 
placed one hand around his shoulders and the other I rested on his 
diapered butt. I happily went to sleep.
	I was rudely awakened at 5:30 A.M. on Wednesday by Heath. He 
told me all the guys were going deer hunting, and asked if I would 
like to join him. I kind of regretted using up all my ammo the 
weekend before for target practice. I graciously declined and told 
him I had no ammo and my camo jacket was moth-eaten and useless. 
He nodded, a little disappointed, and exited. I have an antique 
rifle, 1934 Russian military 7.63x54r. The shells on it are 
ridiculously big. Out of the entire family, I am the best shot and 
I always get the biggest buck. The rest of the family considers me 
a good luck token for hunting and fishing and try to get me to 
come along whenever I can.
	Pulling Chris back over to me, we snuggled back up. I could 
feel the warmth of the very wet Goodnite on my leg. Before I could 
fall back asleep Danny had gotten up and sneaked over to my bed. 
He pulled on my sleeve, bent over and whispered in his cute, 
lisping, little kid voice, "can I git in de bed wit oo?' I smiled 
at him and he crawled up next to me under the covers. My hand 
slowly slid over to his diaper so I could feel how wet it was. I 
never knew a diaper that started out so thin could bulge out to 
the size it was. Talk about 2 heavy wetting kids. I put my arm 
around Danny and lovingly ran my fingers through his hair before 
we all fell back asleep. I woke up at 9 and slipped between the 2 
sleeping children and got up. I went to the bathroom in my boxers, 
carrying a towel with me. I shaved and washed my face. When I came 
back into the room the two brothers that had just been sleeping 
were playfully wrestling around on my bed. I quickly threw a shirt 
and jeans on and I jumped in there with them and tickled them till 
I knew they couldn't take anymore. My uncle (may he rest in peace) 
taught me the best way to tickle kids. Find the area between two 
ribs and just move the finger back and forth.
	At about 9:15, I heard the call. "BREAKFAST" my mom yelled up 
at us, and their eyes suddenly opened wide and they started 
running. I was on their heels. Chris and Danny were still in their 
wet diapers (or Goodnites in Chris' case) and night clothes, as 
was normal. In my family, people on vacation with nothing to do 
usually wouldn't bother getting changed out of their night clothes 
until around 11. We ran down the stairs to the living room where 
all the women were already eating. I noticed Scott and Andy 
talking to my mom. The kids made their good mornings and proceeded 
to gorge themselves.
	There is nothing like a good country breakfast. A platter 
full of eggs, 2 kinds of bacon, 3 kinds of sausage, a large 
omelet, grits, toast, jam, tea, coffee, hash browns, steak, gravy 
and of course home fries. Scott walked over to me and asked if I 
could do him a big favor. I said sure. He said that he and Andy 
had to go back home (a 7 hour drive) because Andy's sister was 
sick and they needed someone to help them with Thanksgiving. He 
had talked to my mom and she had agreed to let them leave their 
kids under my care until they came back on Saturday, since the 
kids really didn't like any of their other family besides my side. 
I smiled and said "sure. They were good kids, lots of fun and it 
would be a pleasure." We all ate until there was nothing left, and 
stuffed, Danny, Chris, Bryce, Taylor, Tom and I all made the 
journey from the dining room to the great room to enjoy some 
cartoons. Around 10, my Aunt Wanda walked in the room and 
announced that everyone was going to spend the day in Douglas (a 
town nearby with a lot of shops and malls). I was going to go play 
Dungeons and Dragons with my friends that day, and the plan was to 
take all the kids with them, including Danny and Chris. Chris took 
the opportunity for what it was (a chance to get someone to buy 
him a new toy) but Danny just whined that he didn't want to go. My 
aunt looked at him and sighed. She then cut me a glance. I said 
that it would be no problem to take him with me when I went out. I 
told Danny he could come with me today, if he didn't mind going 
over to my friend's house. He pretty much jumped for joy and I 
groaned at him jokingly and then proceeded to run over to him, and 
in one swift movement tossed him up in the air, flipped him upside 
down and held him against my chest with one hand, using the other 
one to tickle him between his ribs. Heath's, Mitch's and Toms wife 
came in that moment and picked up their kids to get them ready. 
Stacey wasn't far behind them to get justice. I tossed Danny on to 
the couch and planted myself next to him with a *fump*. We watched 
TV for about 15 more minutes. It was then my aunt walked back into 
the room and pointed at Chris, saying, "we are going in 15 
minutes, you need to get ready." He just nodded and he headed up 
to my room. He came back down about 7 minutes later with some 
khaki pants and a shirt sloppily put on. I just grinned at the 
disheveled way he dressed himself. They got themselves together 
and packed into a few cars and drove off. The only people left 
were Scott, Andy, Danny and me. Andy gave Danny a big kiss and a 
big hug and said that they were going. Scott came over to me, 
slipped me a 100 dollar bill and whispered in my ear "that's for 
any expenses for the kids. Danny needs a new pack of Pampers." 
	"Chris is out of Goodnites," I replied, and as I expected, he 
said, "just use some of Danny's Diapers. They fit him like they 
were made for him. Those Goodnites are too damn expensive. They 
are the exact same thing as those diapers, only they cost 10 
dollars more a pack. I nodded in agreement. He then gave Danny a 
big hug, a kiss and a pat on the head and said, smiling, "have 
fun, you two. Stay out of trouble, you little diapered fiend." 
Danny giggled. Andy then rushed in and told me that I would need 
to give Danny a bath, he hadn't had one in a day and apologized 
for laying the responsibility on me. They hurried out to the car 
and drove off down the dirt road in a big cloud of dust. Danny and 
I were still watching TV at 11:00. It was then I noticed him 
squirming uncomfortably. I leaned over to him and whispered to him 
"do you need a change?" He grinned mischievously and blurted out, 
"I had to go poopoo and I didn wan to mish Gawfiewd." He then 
apologized "im sowwy". I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that he 
was supposed to use the toilet for that during the day. I said 
"it's okay, I really don't mind. Your parents aren't here, and as 
a kid, that entitles you to do what you want. The only rules you 
have to follow are mine. And you know what those are." I 
snickered. he said "yeh, I know youw wuwes" and giggled. He then 
made his face very solemn and in a mocking attempt to mimic my 
voice said "One: Dosh (his lisp makes him say T instead of St and 
as most kids his age pronounces J's as D's) is awways wight. Two: 
if Dosh is wong, see ruwe one. Fwee: do wha' oo wan' as wong as I' 
don' hurt nobodies." I just grinned at him. I flipped off the TV 
and said "Time to get ready". He protested, but I really didn't 
care, knowing that my friend Bruce needed to be picked up at noon 
if were going to make the beginning of the game. I lifted him up 
and carried him in my arms to the bathroom. I rushed over to my 
room, got the baby wipes and ran back to the bathroom. I closed 
the door, turned on the exhaust fan and helped him strip down to 
his diaper. Then I took that off, and jokingly grimaced, saying 
"ewwwwwwwwww". I had him stand up and I took the wipes and got him 
clean enough to get into the bath without his poop coming off and 
floating in the water. It was then I noticed he was starting to 
get a bit of a rash on his butt. I made a mental note to myself to 
pick up some Desitin when I was at the store buying his diapers. I 
sat him on the toilet and told him to try to go before his bath. 
While he was trying to do his business, I drew a bath. I've bathed 
many kids in my life, and found it simpler to just get in there 
with them, especially when they are young. Most kids his age tend 
to splash and get you wet anyway, so why not join them. I stripped 
down to my birthday suit. picked him up off the toilet and 
playfully dropped him in the tub. I then got in myself. I had him 
sit between my legs while I washed his back. I stood him up and 
washed his butt, groin, chest , neck, face, legs, arms and arms. I 
had him sit back down facing me and got out the baby shampoo and 
washed his hair. I then let the water drain and turned on the 
shower part. Danny rinsed off and started playing with the 
remaining water in the tub. I then took the liberty to wash 
myself. After we were both finished, we got out of the bath and I 
wrapped him in a towel and then wrapped one around myself. I led 
him by the hand back to my room. I told him to sit on the bed. I 
took off my towel, dried off, and got dressed. A pair of jeans, a 
Ralph Lauren shirt, underwear (of course :P) socks and my boots. I 
then put on my hat (its my lucky hat, I've had it since I can't 
remember and it only about 3 or 4 years ago started to fit me). 
Dressed, I walked over to Danny, picked him up and stood him in 
front of the changing mat and dried him off, making sure there was 
no left over water on his butt and little penis. He still had some 
suds between his crack and I went and got the wipes from the 
bathroom and made sure they were all washed away (soap and leave a 
rash on young skin too, you know). I laid him down on the changing 
mat and got out one of his diapers from the pack. I change all 
kids the way you change babies. Lift up their legs by the ankles, 
slide the diaper underneath, lower them and tape it up. I did 
Danny the same way. After getting the diaper under him, I 
sprinkled some powder on his penis and butt. I rubbed it in a bit, 
spread his legs, drew the diaper up between his legs and snugly 
fastened it. I always fasten diapers a little tight because I know 
that within 30 minutes, if you don't fasten it tight enough, it 
will get loose and leak, especially on older babies, like Danny. I 
had him lay there while I figured out what I wanted him to wear 
that day. He usually picked out his clothes, but since he was with 
me, he let me pick them out. I found a pair of brown corduroy 
overalls and got them out. I searched around for a onesie and 
found a nice white one. It is absolutely necessary for kids over 3 
to wear onesies with their diapers. Without them, the diapers tend 
to droop, and kids just don't like that. I looked around for a 
long-sleeved shirt in his bag, and not finding one, I went over to 
Chris' bag. I found a smaller size red polo shirt and was 
satisfied, knowing that it would fit Danny. I grabbed the clothes 
in one hand, went over to Danny and stood him up. I pulled the 
onesie over his head and fastened it at the crotch. I then took 
the overalls and noticed that they had a Pooh bear patch 
embroidered on it. I just grinned to myself. I got him on his feet 
and led him over to the bed, where I sat down. I had him sit on my 
lap while pulling the overalls up his legs, then slid him onto his 
feet and pulled them the rest of the way up. I fastened the straps 
that kept the overalls up and then I reached over and picked up 
his shirt, and bunched it up lengthwise. I got both his arms in, 
unbuttoned the front buttons at the collar, and pulled it over his 
head. I gave him a little push away from me and he pulled the 
shirt down to his waist. I told him to go play downstairs while I 
packed his diaper bag. He rushed out of my room, down the stairs, 
and into the family room where he found a few Batman action 
figures and started playing. I got his empty diaper bag out of the 
suitcase and opened it. I found another onesie in his clothing 
bag, and along with a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, I packed it in 
there (You never know when a diaper is going to leak - always 
carry an extra change of clothing if you don't want the kid 
walking around in wet clothes). I found a pacifier in the bottom 
of the diaper bag and decided to leave it in there (most kids in 
my family didn't stop using their passy until they were about 5). 
I didn't bother packing any diapers, considering I was about to go 
buy some. I got the baby lotion and powder and stuffed them in the 
bag. I threw the strap over my shoulder and called out, "Okay, 
Lets go!"
	I drive a 94 mustang GT, 5.0 liter engine. Its Caution sign 
Yellow. I love it. I twin turbo charged it and got its compression 
down to 1:16, giving it about 410 hp. Yes, that 0-60 in about 3.7 
seconds. VRooooooooooooM. 
	I buckled Danny up in the back seat and headed to the local 
pharmacy. He asked how fast it could go and I showed him.... He 
was just roared wildly with laughter while I drove at 142 miles an 
hour down the long, strait, 2 lane highway towards town. I slowed 
down to about 45 as we got near town. About 5 minutes later, I 
turned into the parking lot of Rite Aid. I unbuckled him, and held 
his hand as we walked inside the store. The diaper was still tight 
on him and he waddled as he walked. It stopped crinkling and 
making him waddle as we got to the baby items isle. I got a Jumbo 
Pack of Pampers size 6 and a tube of Desitin for his rash and 
walked up to the counter. I handed the lady the 100, got my change 
and we were back out to the car. Danny insisted on my carrying 
him. Both him and his brother were very touchy feely kids, and 
liked to be held, hugged and snuggled with. I really didn't mind, 
in fact, I love kids like that. I carried him back to the car, 
buckled him up and threw the diapers and the Desitin in the back 
seat next to him. We drove off to my next stop: the package store 
(in other words, BEER store). I got 2 cases of Michelob light and 
a fifth of crown royal and headed off to pick up Bruce (I love 
fake ID's). When we got to Bruce's house, he was standing next to 
the highway waiting for me. He got in the car, and did a double 
take seeing the Diapers and Danny in the back seat. He eyed me, 
saying "erm, who is that?" I told him it was Danny, my cousin. He 
leaned over and whispered in my ear "why the hell do you have 
diapers in the back of your car". I replied "Danny is still in 
diapers, he hasn't quite gotten a hang of the 'don't wet and soil 
your pants idea." Bruce rolled his eyes and said "he's coming with 
us, isn't he." To that remark I replied "Oh, shut up, dipshit. 
He's a good kid and is no trouble. Besides, I got the beer and I 
ain't letting you guys have it if he isn't made welcome.
	"Oh, if that's the case..." said Bruce. I grinned and so did 
he as we drove over to Jason's.