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    This first part may not seem that much of a diaper story
    but I can assure you that the following parts will be far
    better. This first partsort of sets the story for the
    next parts.

    Diapered Summer of 1999

    Main Characters for Part 1:
    Rob- me- 14
    Spencer- my brother- 12
    Nick, Alex- my twin brothers- 10
    Brandon, Chris, Darryl- my triplet brothers- 8
    Dad-39

    	Before I start this story, I should explain my
    family a bit. I have six brothers, all younger. We all
    have blond hair, blue eyes (from our mother) and we all
    are born in either November or December. We live with our
    father in a small town in California. Our mother passed
    away 4 years ago. One of my youngest brothers, Darryl,
    wears diapers full-time because of some disorder. Alex
    has a bad wetting problem, most of the time at night, but
    sometimes in the day. Thet both receive enough teasing
    and bullying from Spencer. Spencer is always in trouble.
    Yet, me and him are very close. Dad and I are the only
    people he will listen to, and even then, only to a
    certain extent. My dad is on trips a lot for his work. We
    use to have to go to our grandparents while Dad was away,
    but for the last year, I was in charge when Dad went away
    and we stayed at home. This story starts on a starting
    day of one Dad's trips.

    Thursday, July 1st

    	I woke up at about 9:00 that morning. I lay in my
    bed for a bit. I looked around at the room I shared with
    Spencer. We slept in a bunk bed, I slept on top and
    Spencer on the bottom. In our room there was a desk and a
    table, where our N64 and TV was. We each had our own
    closet, too. I got down from my bed and went to my closet
    to get my clothes. I put on a T-Shirt and some shorts and
    moved toward the door, silently, not to wake Spencer. But
    he had just woken up.
    	"Ah, crap," I heard him say. "Not again!" I move
    toward his bed and pulled back his sheets, revealing his
    soaked boxers. I looked at him and tried not to laugh.
    	"You wet the bed, again!" I said, putting emphasize
    on again. This was one of the reasons Spencer trusted and
    listened to me so much. Every time he ever wet the bed, I
    washed the sheets and his clothes and helped him keep it
    a secret. (don't ask me why) I would wash his dirty
    clothes whenever Dad wasn't around. "Keep your boxers and
    your sheets there, I'll put them in the wash them after
    Dad leaves for his trip today."
    	"Thanks," Spencer said.
    	"You know, one day, when your sleeping at a friend's
    house, this might happen."
    	"Well, it hasn't happened yet. What are you getting
    at?"
    	"Maybe you should see a doctor or at least we should
    tell Dad. Maybe you could wear diapers or something, just
    for the night."
    	"No way! I'm not wearing diapers! And don't tell
    Dad, or anybody!"
    	"I won't tell anybody without your permission, I
    already promised you that. If I wanted to tell someone, I
    would have done it already."
    	"Yeah, I guess," Spencer replied, while pulling off
    his boxers. He went to the closet naked to get some
    clothes.
    	"Hey, Spence, when you gonna get some hair down
    there?" I asked. He hated when I did that.
    	"Shut up, I have some," he said pointing to the
    couple that were starting to grow.
    	"And when's your dick gonna grow? I think Darryl has
    a bigger one than you!" I said, laughing.
    	"Shut up!" he said again. He was mad, but he was
    still laughing. I did the same routine to him almost
    every morning. He took a tennis ball from his closet and
    pitched it at me. I caught it right before it hit my
    head.
    	"Nice pitch," I said. Why can't you can pitch like
    that for our team this year. We played on the same
    baseball team. It was a large age group because of the
    small number of people in our town. There were still six
    teams in our league, age group 11-15. Nick, Chris and
    Brandon played for a younger age group. Alex and Darryl
    didn't play. I waited for Spencer to get dressed before
    we went downstairs to see if Dad made us any breakfast.
    Our house had two floors above ground and one below
    ground for the den. All the bedrooms and one washroom was
    on the second floor. On the first floor was the living
    room and kitchen, dining room and washing room with
    another bathroom. We went down to the kitchen, where
    everybody else was already up and eating.
    	"What's for breakfast, I'm hungy!" Spencer said,
    sitting in one of the chairs at the table. Dad served him
    some pancakes.
    	"You're supposed to say please," he said with a
    chuckle. Dad seemed always in a good mood. Even when he
    was giving spankings he always seemed to have a good
    sense of humor.
    	"Sorry!" Spencer replied sarcastically.
    	"Maybe I should take away your breakfast for that,
    make you starve since yout so hungry," Dad said laughing.
    I couldn't help but smile.
    	"I'm not hungry anymore, dad," Darryl said. Dad took
    his plate and put it in the sink.
    	"Rob, could you take Darryl upstairs and change
    him?"
    	"Sure," I answered. "Come on Darryl." Darryl got up
    from his seat.
    	"And maybe give him a few good whacks on his bottom
    while you're at it," Dad said smiling while patting
    Darryl's diapered bottom. Everybody laughed at that.
    Darryl turned slightly red with embarassment and quickly
    followed me out the kitchen and up the stairs to the room
    he shared with Chris and Brandon. I told him to go lie on
    the changing pad while I got all the stuff ready. I got
    the stuff and went to Darryl. I slipped off his pyjama
    pants. Then I took off his wet diaper, although it was
    usually both wet and messy. I cleaned him up and put a
    bit of cream on the areas where there was a rash. Then I
    put a clean diaper on him and told him to get dressed. I
    hadn't noticed that Brandon and Chris were already back
    and changing. I walked out into the hall. Nick was
    already leaving his room fully dressed to go downstairs
    to watch TV. I went into his room where Alex was in just
    his undies and changing.
    	"So, Alex, did you have an accident last night?"
    	"Uh...no." He replied.
    	"I don't believe you," I said.
    	"I didn't!" he protested. I walked to his bed and
    put my hand on his sheets, wet. He must have changed his
    pyjama pants this morning. He started to cry. " I'm
    sorry. Please don't get mad!" As you can see, Alex had a
    very low confidence level. He was very shy. It wasn't
    uncommon for him to cry. I sat down on the bed and he sat
    on my knees, burying his tear-streaked face in my chest.
    I tried to console him the best I could.
    	"It's okay, bud. I won't get mad. Don't worry. It
    was only an accident." He kept crying so I kept repeating
    that it was okay, until Dad passed by in the hallway and
    heard Alex crying. He walked into the room. He came to me
    and sat beside me. I didn't have to tell him anything. He
    knew. He took Alex into his arms. Alex still thought he
    was in trouble.
    	"Please don't spank me!" he said. " I didn't mean
    it. It was an accident."
    	"Don't worry," Dad said. "Have I ever spanked you
    for having an accident?" Alex shook his head in sign of
    no. "See, you have nothing to worry about. Except for
    that mean ol' dragon that tickles bad little boys." Dad
    started tickling Alex and Alex started laughing. I left
    the room to go downstairs. Everybody else were watching
    TV. A couple of minutes later, Dad came down, followed by
    Alex.
    	"Well, I guess I should be leaving, now." Dad said.
    "Rob, you're in charge while I'm away. You know what to
    do." Of course I knew what to do, we had gone through
    this process many times already.
    	"No friends over and no going to bed too late," he
    added. After everybody said good-bye, Dad left. And I was
    in charge for the next 10 days. My brothers had gone back
    to watch TV in the den. Spencer went upstairs to play
    N64. I went down in the den to watch TV too. We watched
    TV for a couple of hours. At about 12:30 Spencer came
    down from upstairs.
    	"Hey, Rob. What's for lunch?" he asked me.
    	"How about some yummy brocolli?" I answered. He
    hated practically every vegetable.
    	"Yeah right....seriously?"
    	"I'll warm up some hot dogs," I said, then I got up
    and went to the kitchen. I made the hot dogs and we ate.
    After lunch, Brandon asked:
    	"Can we go swimming?" We had our own pool in the
    backyard.
    	"Sure," I said. They all got up and went to go
    change. Darryl stayed at the table. "Aren't you gonna go
    swimming?" I asked him. He answered no. "Are you feeling
    well?" I asked.
    	"Not really," he answered. " I have a headache."
    	"Maybe you should go take a nap then. Come on." I
    picked him up in my arms and brought him up to his
    bedroom where Chris and Brandon were changing. There were
    two bunk beds in their room. One bed wasn't used. I put
    Darryl in his bed on the bottom bed of one of the bunks.
    I closed the blinds in the room and told him to try to
    sleep. I then followed Chris and Brandon out of their
    room. Nick and Alex were already running out down the
    stairs. I followed them through the back to the laundry
    room out the back door.
    	Our backyard was huge. We had a nice big pool on a
    wooden deck with 8 lawn chairs around the pool. Then we
    had a big field of grass to play in. All of it was
    enclosed by a tall wooden fence and big trees surrounded
    it in back. We didn't really need all that because our
    next neighbors on either side were about 300 yards away.
    But it still gave a nice feeling of privacy. Spencer was
    already out and in the pool. Nick dove of the board into
    the deep end and Alex followed. Chris and Brandon jumped
    in too. I lied on a lawn chair and watched. The sun was
    quite hot but there was a nice breeze. I was glad to
    enjoy this while I could because weather forecasters had
    called for lots of rain and thunder over the next few
    days. They played in the water for about two hours. Then
    they went to play baseball in the grass, even Alex. I
    told them I'd join them in about five minutes then I went
    to check on Darryl.
    	I put Spencer's dirty sheets in the wash first,
    along with Alex's. When I walked into Darryl's room he
    was sleeping. I took a couple more steps and approached
    his bed. He woke up when I leaned down to brush the hair
    away from his face. "How you feeling?" I asked him.
    	"I'm okay," he said. He sat up in his bed.
    	"Go lie on your pad, I'll change you diaper," I
    said. He went as I went to the dresser on the side of the
    wall. I looked in one of the drawers. I took a diaper and
    then took Darryl's diaper changing stuff and went and
    changed his very poopy diaper. After I was done, I put
    the stuff back and we went outside to play baseball with
    everyone else. At about five-thirty we came inside to
    eat. After supper we watched TV in the den. There was a
    movie on at eight. Because it was summer, the triplets
    were allowed to go to bed at nine, Alex and Nick, in
    between nine-thirty and ten and Spencer and I stayed up
    till whenever we wanted, but when I told Spencer to go to
    bed, he went. We started to watch the movie. At eight-
    fifty, I spoke up:
    	"Darryl, Chris and Brandon, go get ready for bed."
    	"Can't we stay up to watch the movie? Please????"
    Brandon asked.
    	"No," I answered. "I said to go get ready for bed,
    now go!" Brandon and Darryl got up and started to go
    upstairs. Chris stayed sitting, watching the TV. "Chris?
    I said to go get ready for bed."
    	"I wanna watch the movie!" he said to me, with his
    cute, pleading eyes. It was hard to say no.
    	"I said no."
    	"I wanna see how it ends."
    	"Chris!"
    	"I'm not tired. Please!!"
    	"I'll tell you one last time Chris! Go upstairs and
    get changed!" I was starting to get angry then.
    	"NO!" he said. Everybody in the room, including him,
    knew it was the wrong thing to say. I got up from where I
    was sitting, took him by the hand and started to drag him
    upstairs.
    	"Come on!" I said, with more anger than I would have
    liked. Darryl and Brandon got out of the way and Chris
    was almost running to keep up, trying to prevent falling
    and being dragged. When we reached the second floor, he
    was crying and pleading.
    	"I'm sorry, Rob!" he was saying. " I'll never do it
    again. Please! I'm sorry!" It was obvious, he was fearing
    a spanking. But looking at his tear-streaked face, it was
    hard. I dragged him into his room and placed him on his
    bed. He was still crying.
    	"Please don't spank me. I'm sorry!" he was saying as
    he cried into his hands. I told him to strip as I got out
    his pyjamas. He took off all his clothes and placed him
    in a heap. Then, I shot him his pyjamas and told him to
    put them on.
    	"Don't worry, I won't spank you for something like
    this," I said.
    	"Dad would have," he said though his tears.
    	"Well, I'm not Dad. Unless you really want a
    spanking?"
    	"No, no, no!"
    	"Well, the put on your pyjamas and go to bed. As a
    small punishment, you have to go to bed tomorrow at
    seven-thirty. Does that seem just to you?" I asked.
    	"Yes, very," he said. And went under his sheets.
    Darryl and Brandon were standing at the door, I told them
    to get changed. I changed Darryl's messy diaper for him.
    They went into their beds and I picked up their clothes
    on the way out. I brought their clothes to the laundry
    room. As I sorted them out, I noticed a small, dark, wet
    stain on Chris's Power Rangers underwear. I guess I had
    scared him a little. I guess I had gotten a bit too
    angry. He's only eight, I reminded myself. I didn't
    mention the stain to him, I'm sure he knew about it and
    was a little embarassed.
    	After that I returned to the movie, with Nick,Alex
    and Spencer. Spencer spoke up first with curiosity:
    	"So, did you give Chris a good spanking? Was he
    crying a lot?"
    	"I didn't spank him," I answered. "But if you want
    one, just come here and bend over my lap."
    	"No thanks," Spencer replied and we finished
    watching the movie. At the end, I told Nick and Alex to
    go upstairs and change for bed. Both when unsuprisingly
    quickly. I followed them up to tuck them in. They got
    changed and each went into their bunk. Nick slept on top,
    Alex on the bottom. I told them goodnight and let them
    sleep. Spencer and I stayed up until eleven-thirty doing
    nothing much except watching TV. At eleven thirty, I
    decided that we should go to bed. We went to sleep.

    Friday, July 2nd

    	When I woke up the next morning, it was another
    sunny day. It was only 8:01, but I decided to get up
    anyway. I didn't bother to wake Spencer. Usually, he
    slept till 10:00. I was always up early, as were my other
    brothers. I decided to go check on them, to see if they
    were up. I walked to Darryl, Brandon and Chris's room.
    They were all asleep. As I looked at Chris, it was
    amazing to wonder how such an innocent looking face could
    be such a troublemaker at times. I went to check on Nick
    and Alex. I found both awake. When I peeked into their
    room, Nick was sitting on Alex's bed with a hand on his
    shoulder, and Alex had his face buried in his pillow.
    Nick and Alex were extremely good brothers. Nick was very
    intelligent and spent almost every night during school
    helping Alex with his homework. No one encouraged Alex
    more than Nick. I walked into the room and sat beside
    Nick. Alex was crying. Nick got up and out of the way so
    I could grab Alex and get him to sit up. He sat up beside
    me, with a huge wet mark on the front of his pyjamas. I
    told Nick to go and watch TV. He did exactly so. Alex
    started crying even more. I took a tissue and started
    wiping his face.
    	"Stop crying," I said gently. "Don't worry. You're
    gonn a have to stop feeling so embarassed when you have
    an accident. Now get changed and bring your dirty clothes
    to the laundry room. I want you to do that every time you
    have an accident. And bring your bedsheets, too." I left
    Alex to change and walked into another situation. At the
    end of the hall, Spencer (who I presume just woke up) was
    blocking the bathroom door from Nick, who seemed to be
    ready to explode any minute. He had both his hands in his
    pants and he was jumping up and down.
    	"Get out of the way, Spencer! I really hafto go!
    Now!" Nick was saying.
    	"Aww, the poor baby is gonna wet his pants!" Spencer
    replied mockingly.
    	"Let Nick go to the washroom, Spence," I said,
    walking toward them.
    	"All right," Spencer said relunctantly, clearly
    disappointed as he got out of the way. But as Nick
    hurried into the washroom, Spencer extended his leg,
    tripping Nick. He hit his head on the edge of the door.
    Spencer burst out laughing. I ran to Nick, who was tyring
    hard to hold back tears and rubbing his head.
    	"Are you all right?" I asked as I examined his head.
    	"I'll be okay," he said, but I could easily tell he
    was hurting. He had also let go of the pee that he was
    holding back before. His pyjama pants were completely
    soaked. It seemed that "wetting" was getting to be very
    common in this house. I guess it had already been common,
    with Darryl and Alex and their problems and Spencer, too.
    Not to mention things like this, one of Spencer's mean
    jokes. I picked up Nick, who was not really heavy at all.
    Actually, all my family, with the exception of me, were
    quite short and small. I brought Nick to his room and
    placed him on his bed. I took off his urine stained pj's
    and got him a change. He put on his clean clothes.
    	"What happened?" Alex asked. I hadn't even noticed
    that he was in the room.
    	"Just another one of Spencer's mean jokes," I
    answered. "Don't worry, Nick. Spencer will get punished
    for this."
    	"No, don't punish him. It was only a joke. I'm
    okay." It was clearly a lie. He was barely able to hold
    back his tears. But that was Nick. He was always
    forgiving. He was the smartest in the family (for his
    age) and also the most forgiving. He almost never
    misbehaved. Dad always said that Nick was the only one of
    his boys never to get a spanking. I don't think he was
    ever punsihed either, except for minor punishments which
    he made up for quickly. He didn't want his brothers to be
    punished either, especially because of him. He was
    impossible to hate. Although he didn't have many friends
    either. He was considered a "teacher's pet".
    	"He will get punished, Nick. No matter what you
    say," I answered. "Do you want ice for that?" He shook
    his head meaning no. "Well, I think you need ice. I'll
    get you some anyway." That was another thing. He never
    asked for anything. And if he did want something, it
    would usually a book or something, but him asking for
    something was rare. You had to force it out of him, even
    at Christmas. I left the room and went down to the
    kitchen.
    	I grabbed an ice bag from the freezer since Dad kept
    some in there at all times. I stopped by the den before
    going up. Chris, Brandon and Spencer were there watching
    TV.
    	I called to Spencer: " Spencer, up to our room.
    Now!" And then I left going up to Nick's room. I was sure
    he was following me. My size compared to his was pretty
    intimidating. I put the ice bag on Nick's head. There was
    a small bump where he had knocked his head. Alex was
    still there. They were very similar in some ways. Maybe
    not on the intelligence scale. But still, Alex didn't
    misbehave very much either, unless provoked. He didn't
    always ask for much either. Both were shy. Darryl was
    like that too.
    	I left the room to go to mine own, where Spencer was
    waiting. I closed the door.
    	"You can't be serious, Rob. It was only a joke.
    That's what he probably says, too," Spencer said as soon
    as I closed the door. He knew I was going to punish him.
    	"Yeah, he said that too. But I don't care what he
    says. He'd probably say the same thing if you broke both
    his legs with a baseball bat. Now, all I have to do is
    decide on a punishment. Don"t worry, it'll only be
    something simple." I thought about it for a couple of
    minutes. "You can go to bed with Chris tonight at seven-
    thirty. Got that?"
    	"Yeah, okay," he mumbled. It was a small punishment,
    but a punsihment all the same. If dad were home, he would
    have probably gotten a good hard spanking and grounded
    for a week. I was lucky. I only got grounded. Dad said I
    was too old for spankings, and too big. But Spencer
    wasn't. Spencer left and went back downstairs. I went to
    see if Darryl was awake. He was just getting up when I
    walked into the room he shared with Brandon and Chris.
    	"Sleep well last night?" I asked. He said yes. I
    told him to lie on his changing pad. I got a clean diaper
    and changed him. He put on a T-Shirt and ran downstairs
    to join the others. I went back to Nick and Alex's room.
    Nick was sitting up and he held the ice bag in his hands.
    He tossed it to me.
    	"I don't need it anymore. I'm okay," he said.
    	"You sure?" I asked.
    	"Yeah," he said. I nodded and started toward the
    door. I picked up the pile of dirtied clothes including
    both Alex's and Nick's soaked pyjama pants and Alex's
    stained bed sheets. I went and put them down in the
    washer and placed the bag of ice in the freezer. By the
    time I got to the den, everybody was there and watching
    cartoons. Chris was on Spencer trying to grab the remote
    for the TV.
    	"Gimme back the remote!" he was saying.
    	"No, the shows you watch all stink. And get off me
    before I hurt you!"
    	"Chris! Get the hell off Spencer. Who had the remote
    first?" I asked.
    	"I did," Chris answered.
    	"Spence, give him back the remote," I said,
    finishing off the argument. Spencer gave Chris the remote
    and Chris changed it back to whatever station they were
    watching before. I sat down and rested for the first time
    that morning. Five minutes later, Brandon said:
    	"What's for breakfast?"
    	"Cold cereal," I answered. "Anybody who wants to
    have breakfast, come now." They all followed me to the
    kitchen. I got out the milk, bowls, spoons and different
    cereals and we ate. After breakfast, it was right back to
    the good ol' TV. A while later Spencer got up to go
    outside.
     	"Anybody who wants to play baseball or catch or
    something, come on." he said while leaving the room. He
    was followed by Nick, Chris and Brandon. They ran up the
    stairs and I heard a loud crash. I knew they had just hit
    something. I heard Chris say:
    	"You're in big trouble now!" I walked up the stairs,
    expecting to see Spencer or even Brandon standing beside
    the broken pieces of whatever was the victim. But to my
    surprise, it was Nick, whose face was white with fear.
    Spencer was a bit further down the hall, looking on with
    a bit of a smile, hoping to finally see Nick in serious
    trouble. I looked down at the broken pieces of
    porcelaine. It was a statuette that Dad had picked up on
    one of his many trips. Nick looked at me with pleading
    and scared eyes.
    	"I'm sorry! I'll pay for it. From my own allowance!
    I'm really sorry.!" We all got a five dollar allowance
    every week, except for Spencer and Chris, who had that
    privilege revoked for 3 months. Nick had always saved his
    money. He has a couple hundred dollars saved up from
    that.
    	"Don't worry about it," I said. "Just clean it up
    and we'll forget about it." Nick seemed really relieved.
    Spencer looked in shock.
    	"What?!?" he said. " If it would been me, I probably
    would have gotten a spanking and a grounding for a week."
    The fear came back to Nick, probably because he had never
    gotten a spanking before and expected the worse.
    	"Yeah, but that's you," I replied. "And this is
    Nick. It's different"
    	"How?"
    	"This is the first time for Nick. And Nick always
    does what he is told," I answered. Spencer just shrugged
    and continued outside. Chris followed him. Nick went to
    get a small broom and pail to sweep all the broken
    pieces.
    	"How much did it cost? Do you konw?" Nick asked.
    "I'll pay for it."
    	"Don't worry about it, Nick. Accidents happen. Dad
    will forgive you." I said. It was quite funny seeing him
    so upset over a little cheap statuette. But it was just
    like him. He once thought he was gonna be in trouble for
    spilling a glass of water on the carpet. Water! Another
    time, when he was sick, he thought he was gonna be in
    trouble for throwing up on himself and on his bed. I felt
    sorry for him, though. He was a really good kid, but he
    didn't have very many friends and, like Darryl, was sick
    a lot. It was a surprise when a week went by without them
    getting headaches or colds or flu or tummy-aches or ear-
    aches or something else.
    	Nick finished cleaning up then went outside to play
    ball. I returned downtairs to watch TV with Alex and
    Darryl. I asked Darryl if he needed a change and he said
    no. A while later we went outside to join the others. I
    brought out some sandwiches for lunch and then we played
    a bit. A while later, when I was playing out in the
    field, I noticed Alex on the side. He was looking down at
    his jeans. I notices a big dark wet spot on the front of
    them. Oh, no, I thought, not again. I just hoped that no
    one else noticed it other than me. But that was too much
    to hope for. Spencer noticed and started laughing right
    away.
    	"Hey, look at Alex! He pissed his pants again! Poor
    wittle baby!" Him, Chris and Brandon were laughing their
    heads off. Nick and Darryl just looked on. Alex ran for
    the house, now crying. I started after him.
    	"Why can't you be nice for once, you stupid jerk?" I
    heard Darryl say.
    	"And what are you gonna do about it, diaperboy,"
    Spencer replied.
    	"Hey! All of you!" I said. "Stop fighting! Now
    everybody, inside!" They all followed me. When I told
    them to do something, they did it. No one dared defy me.
    I don't know whether it was because I was in charge or
    because I was bigger, but I didn't care. I went up to
    Alex's room. I walked in and closed the door behind me.
    He was in his bed facing the wall, with his covers around
    him.
    	"Leave me alone," he said. I walked up to his bed.
    "Go, leave me alone," he said again, but I stayed. I
    figured he hadn't had time to change so I assumed he was
    still wearing his wet jeans.
    	"First of all," I started, "Let's get you out of
    ..."
    	"I said leave me alone," he interuppted, swinging
    his arm and hitting me in the face. I took his arm gently
    and brought it down.
    	"I know you're upset, but like I said before, you
    can't let it bother you that much. Don't listen to what
    Spencer and the others say. Now maybe we should get you
    out of these wet clothes and into some dry ones. " He sat
    up in the bed, revealing the big wet mark on the front of
    his jeans and the wet line running down one side of his
    jeans. I helped him slip them off since he didn't seem to
    feel like doing anything. I took his pants and slipped
    his T-shirt off and shot them on the floor, leaving him
    in his soaked, already-stained undies. I went to his
    closet and got him out some clothes. " How about a pair
    of pyjamas. You should take a little nap." He just nodded
    lightly. His neck-long hair was blocking his face, but I
    could tell he was still crying a bit. I took out a pair
    of clean undies and shot it at him. "Now we'll just slip
    those wet ones off," I said as I helped him slip them
    off, although he wasn't really doing anything. I put his
    dry clothes on him, then I made him lie down in his bed
    and I covered him with his blankets. Just then Nick
    walked in.
    	"Can I help?" he said.
    	"You can talk to him if you want," I said. I picked
    up the wet clothes and left the room. I could tell that
    these next coupleof days would be like any other. There
    was always something hapenning. There was no such thing
    as a calm day in our house. I brought Alex's wet clothes
    to the laundry room. Then I went to the den, where
    everybody was back to watching TV. The family ritual. I
    sat down beside Darryl and watched TV.
    	"You could be at least a bit nicer to Alex. He's
    your own brother," I said. Spencer looked at me and
    replied.
    	"Ah, come on, Rob. We're just having fun. You did
    the same thing two years ago." It was true. I used to
    tease Alex and the rest. But, it was strange how much I
    matured in the last couple a years.
    	"Yeah, but now I'm more mature!"I said, in a
    sarcastic kinda way.
    	"You? Mature?" Spencer said, laughing. "You're
    always playing jokes. Like that time last year at school
    at Christmas. Remember?"
    	I laughed at that, too. "Yeah, but you were right
    beside me, helping me." I said. "We both got in a lot of
    trouble." We were both laughing. You see, Spencer and I
    were like best friends most of the time.
    	"Oh, yeah, but Dad was cool. After we left the
    principal's office with him, he almost died laughing."
    That was true. We still got grounded though. We continued
    talking about our many jokes for a couple of minutes,
    including the ones we did on Alex, Nick, Darryl, Chris,
    Brandon and even Dad. The day after that was mostly
    boring. Clouds started to appear, a sign of the deluge
    expected to come, including thunderstorms. This made
    Darryl kinda nervous. When Darryl was young, he had
    gotten in an accident of some sort in a thunderstorm. Dad
    and Mom never told us the whole story, but that's what
    caused his bladder disorder. Every time there was a T-
    Storm, he would get really nervous and scared. He would
    stay in bed most of the time. At about five, it started
    drizzling a bit. We ate supper. At seven-thirty, Chris
    and Spencer headed off for bed. The rest of the evening
    past normally, watching TV and eating a lot of junk food.
    	At nine, I brought Brandon and Darryl up to their
    room. I told Darryl to lie on his changing pad. I got him
    a clean diaper and the diaper powder and I went to change
    him. I pulled off his soiled diaper and wiped his bum
    clean. Then I proceeded to powder him and I put the new
    diaper on him. Before I had fully secured the new diaper,
    I noticed that Darryl was getting a small hard-on,
    clearly indicating his love for diapers. Of course, it
    wasn't the first time I had seen him get a small hard-on
    from it. I admit that I myself loved diapers and wished
    to wear them. And I was pretty sure that Spencer did too,
    although I never asked him. I quickly closed the diaper
    as not to embarass him. I tucked him and Brandon in bed
    and went to the washroom.
    	Seeing Darryl's tiny hard-on had reminded me of
    something I hadn't done in quite awhile. I stood in front
    of the toilet, pulled down my pants and gently started
    stroking my penis, all while thinking how it would be to
    wear diapers. Pretty soon, my dick was hard and I was
    starting to feel ejaculation coming on. I let loose my
    sperm into the toilet and then flushed. I went back
    downstairs to watch TV. I was the last one to go to bed,
    at about midnight. As I lay in bed, I once again thought
    about diapers and eventualy I drifted into sleep.

    	I didn't know then, but soon, before summer was
    over, me and my brothers would all be diapered boys.

    To be continued...

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