| Title:
| Jake
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| Name:
| Jake
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| Email:
| Not shown
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 12
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself, my brother
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| Posting Date:
| 09/27/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
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| | Teen |
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| | Adult |
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| Ages in Story:
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| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18+ |
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | ● | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | ● | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop* | | Y- Accidents |
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying |
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | ● | 8- Regression |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
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7 (35%)
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My brother didn’t cry or didn’t mind. He went downstairs and told mom
what he had done. Jim, my brother, came into our room followed by mom
and he cleared the sheets from the bed and showed mom. I was sitting
down on the chair in front of the computer when Jim explained his
accident. Mom told him to take a shower and she whispered to me,
“Please, I don’t have time for you to give your brother a hard time
about this, at least try and be supportive.”
After she left with the sheets I started hoping for this to continue.
As my brother came in the room with a towel barely covering him, I
asked him, “Well, well? My little bro had an accident? Don’t worry,
it’s common for your age; I heard that a lot of other 10-year-olds wet
their beds.”
“It was just an accident it won’t happen again, and you wet your bed
too!” my brother screamed.
“That was only for a week!” I exclaimed, thinking how mom didn’t make
me wear any diapers at that time.
The summer day continued as any other day. The next morning I opened my
eyes with excitement. I woke up to early to see that my brother was
still sleeping. I put my hand on the side of his thigh to see if he was
wet. No luck. He was dry. At that point I lost hope. I went back to bed
and fell asleep.
I woke up two hours later with hope again that he wet the bed. I
climbed to the top bunk to see no wet spots. I went downstairs to eat
cereal and watch TV. I find my brother on the couch and ask him, “Did
you wet the bed?” He nodded slowing and excitement filled my body.
“How come the bed is dry?” I asked.
“Oh, I woke up after I peed, and I changed my pants and the sheets, you
even asked me if I wet the bed. And why are you like so weird about
this? Are you waiting for the right moment to tease me?”
“Look, I’m sorry if I was making fun of you back then; please forgive
me and not hurt me!”
He said, “Uhh, I don’t think so; you’re in for it.”
I said, “You’re stupid and mean! I hate you!”
My brother snapped he jabbed me hard and went to his room. I went to
our room and opened the door slightly. My brother threw something
against the door and yelled, “Go away!”
“Look I didn’t have any time to tell you that I was just joking!” I
tried comforting him.
“You were?” he said with tears coming out. My brother rarely cries and
only in situations where I bully him too much.
“Yeah, yeah come on, I used wet the bed too, there is nothing to be mad
about,” I said.
A week went by and my brother didn’t get any better. I went to mom one
evening and suggest a brand of diapers. My mom agreed and went to the
supermarket the day after. She brought back a pack of 13 Goodnites. I
eavesdropped on the conversation my mom and brother had. Jim became
even more upset and fought against it. I came in the room and told him
it was okay and that no one will know but us. After a VERY long
conversation he finally put one on.
The next morning he didn’t really mind. After another week passed mom
got another pack of diapers. Some days I put on a Goodnite while no one
was looking.
Then the worst thing that could happen, happened to me. It was when I
was wearing a Goodnite and my brother and his friend were acting as
spies. My brother was and his friend was looking down on me from the
top bunk.
“Hey, what are you doing?” my brother yelled. My heart jumped and I
looked back to see two head looking at me.
“Umm, Umm I was just curious, hehe,” I said, blushing.
“What the heck!” my brother screamed. I saw the look of his friends
face and I probably thought he was really, really uncomfortable.
Then a thought that haunted me came up: Should I tell my brother about
my fetish? I always thought of telling him but didn’t have the guts.
After his friend left I decide to tell him. He didn’t believe me at
first but then he became shocked. It’s been three days after I told him
and it feels like he forgot about it. I hope so.