Little Brother

This is a work of pure fiction; names that are used in this story are out of the mind of, me. If you are not in the category of (D L, TB etc.) I suggest you turn to something else. Also, this isn't for little kids, I suggest anyone under fifteen should not be reading this as it may contain adult content, but if it is your prerogative I can't stop you.

Please, feel free to email comments and grammatical errors to talisawsome@gmail.com. Enjoy.

Check out my other stories, 'Felix', ‘Blue Skys' and I really can't remember any of the others but you would know it was me by reading these. This is a very short story, and, as Poe said 'A short story should be read in one sit-in.' so please Enjoy 'Little Brother'

I am nine years old and my younger brother is seven. We lived with my mom because my dad ran out when I was five and my brother was only three. My mom doesn't like to talk about him a lot. Anyhow, my mom is a doctor and she never has time for my brother and I, she always says we would have dinner on the weekends, but that never happens.

Anyways, on with the story.

My eyes drew open at the feel of soaking my bed. It was pitch black and all I could here were the stupid crickets outside and the rustling of the will ow trees. I wasn't scared because my mom would never find out since she left early in the morning and didn't come back until late at night.

It felt so good there in my warm pool. This happens about once every week: I wet the bed, got up, changed my cloths then my sheets, and then crawled back into bed. Every time though, it felt better and better.

This time was a little different though. I slept in the same room with my brother. I didn't mind, but he was a light sleeper and I would always have to be very quiet and try not to wake him. This time I wasn't so lucky. As I crawled out of bed and to my dresser, my carpeted floor made an evil crack and to no delay, my brother was up.

His eyes peered up towards me and I became extremely frightened. He looked around and then back at me again. I couldn't see his face since the window in our room was placed above his bed, but he could clearly see me.

"What's going on? What time is it?" He asked in a hushed voice.

I looked at the clock. It read four thirty. When I told him this he asked me what I was doing up and I didn't know what to answer, I just said, "Just go back to sleep…" and hoped he would go back to sleep and never remember this.

I wasn't so lucky, as my brother was an inquisitive young man. He looked at my bed, "D id you wet the bed?!" He asked like he had just won a prize. My face flushed as it turned completely red at his question and I looked away. "You did, didn't you?! Oh my god, you are such a baby, I'm going to go tell mom." He then got up out of his bed.

"No please," I whispered almost crying, "Please don't… I'll- I'll do anything you want." I begged, and now tears were escaping my eyes as I pleaded.

He then looked at me and smiled, "Anything you say?" I then nodded my head in approval.

He then went to our closet where we keep all of our old things and took a box out. He then set it next to me and told me to lie down, and I did as I was told. He then tore the duck tape off the box and retrieved a half empty pack of Pampers (I think, I couldn't see it that well.) He then proceeded to remove one from the bag.

As he put the diaper down he stated to take my soaked pants off, followed by my underwear. I wasn't shy since my brother and I see each other naked all the time since we both share a room together.

"Now to put on baby's diapy!" He exclaimed as I blushed. He then took some powder that he had founded in the box and sprinkled a generous amount on my privet areas. As he rubbed the powder in I couldn't help it and my little wienie became hard and my face became even redder. He didn't seem to mind though and kept on rubbing. I was so close to being done and he saw this and stopped.

"Maybe when baby is good he can finish" He then giggled. He then slipped the diaper under my butt and fastened both sides. He found a pacifier in the box and told me to suck on it, I then again did as I was told. He then told me to change my sheets and go to sleep.

When I was done changing the sheets from my bed I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but also exited at the fact that my little brother just changed my diaper and gave me a pacifier. And as I lay in bed that night I drifted to sleep with one thing on my mind, and that was what I had in store the next day.

Chapter Two

I guess you could say I had a pretty normal dream that night. It wasn't about diapers or anything like that, it was actually more about these cool underwear I had when I was little. They had Bat man on them and some had Super man. I would always walk around in them to show how cool I was.

Anyway, when I woke up my bed wasn't wet nor was my diaper. I think when I peed last night I guess I finished... But that wasn't the strange thing about how I woke up. I really woke up with my brother hovering over me. His blue eyes peered down at me and he had a huge grin on his face.

My brother and I looked nothing alike. He was tall for his age, he had nice big blue eyes as the sea, his hair was completely blond and in the summer (like now) it turned almost white. His face was completely clear and he had a smile anyone would die to even see. On the contrary, I was small for my age. I had green eyes and blackish brown hair. My face was liked with freckles, which was one of my most distinguished features.

Getting back to the story-

My brother drew back my sheets to view the shameful display that was covering my body. He then took his hand and put it into the leg of the diaper.

"Aww, why isn't the baby wet?" He asked in a babyish tone.

He then told me to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth but to not take the diaper off or I would be in big trouble, and mom would know all about my bed wetting. I took his orders as followed and went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I got out I had a slight urge to pee. It was sort of a thing, I would get up and go to the bathroom but now I couldn't and I didn't know what to do. it was weird, even though my brother was younger than me I still felt as though he was older and I was a bit frightened of him and since I never wanted my mom to know I was a bed wetter I just wanted to be good for him.

When I came out of the bathroom my brother told me to come into the kitchen. As I did I was terrified to find his old High chair sitting so gracefully.

"What is the high chair for?" I asked dreading the question.

"For the baby, of course, silly." He then came up to me and took my hand and led me to the high chair. When we arrived there (in retrospect this seemed longer than anything I had ever done) I was boosted up into the high chair and the tray was placed in front of me. He then told me to wait a moment. I felt like such an idiot in the situation I was in and the urge to pee was growing too fast.

When my brother came back, he was holding two things- an old bib and a bowl of oatmeal (I hated oatmeal.) I told him I didn't want it but he said that all babies need it to grow. He placed the bib around my neck and took a spoon filled with oat meal. He then told me to open my mouth for the chew chew train and I just blushed.

"I can feed myself, " I protested, "I'm not a-" But he interrupted me and stuck the spoon into my mouth and told me to hush up. After about three times attempts of protest and three spoons full of oat meal I gave up and was fed by my little brother like a little baby.

When I was finished he cleaned my mouth and face and left for a few seconds only to come back with a baby bottle, he told me to finish it and then I could go to the bathroom. When I started to suck on the bottle my urge to go to the bathroom became even greater. The bottle tasted funny too, it didn't taste like regular chocolate milk, it had a funny aftertaste, but I became used to it and didn't mind it after about four gulps.

As I was nearing the middle of the bottle I couldn't hold my pee any longer and I started to soak myself. The sound could be heard across the room and my brother came running towards me with a huge grin on his face. I dropped the bottle and tears came running down my face as the pee came rushing out. The warmth covered my crotch as my brother grabbed the bottle and held it in my mouth.

"Did baby make a pee pee in his diapy?" He asked in a mocking way. "Well, when he finishes his bottle he can have a good change and then he will be in a nice dry diaper."

He then held the bottle in my mouth as I began to calm down. When I finished the bottle he took it out of my mouth and replaced it with a pacifier. He then took the tray away and helped me down. My little brother then took my hand and led me to our room. He then told me to lie down on the floor.

As I lay down on the floor he grabbed another diaper, wipes and baby powder. He then set it all next to me. When he was finished he sat in front of me and told me to spread my legs out. After I did he untapped the diaper and brought it towards him. He then removed it from my bum, rolled it up and left it on the floor next to him.

There I was again, a nine year old boy, completely naked and getting changed by my seven year old brother. I was so ashamed of myself. My thoughts began to disappear as my brother began to take baby wipes and wipe me all down, paying close attention to my genitals. He then took the powder, picked my legs up and powdered my bottom. When he was done with that, he sprinkled more onto my genitals and rubbed it into my groan, making my wee wee go up.

I blushed, but he didn't mind. He continued to rub. My breathing became harder as my thoughts of what was going on became much clearer. I reached my climax and my breathing fell dramatically. He then commented on how much I liked getting my diaper changed and all I could do was blush. After that, he took the clean diaper and unfolded it, putting it under my bottom. He then pushed it towards me and taped both sides.

"Ok, now its time for baby's nap and then after that we have a long day." He said as he lifted me up and placed me in my bed. He tucked me in and told me to not get up until he returned or I would be in so much trouble.

So, with the pacifier in my mouth and a diaper on my bottom, I soon fell into a deep slumber, wondering what the rest of the day had in store for me.

To be continued- if anyone wants me to.