Step Brother's Revenge

Chapter 2
Abasement

The Remainder of the Day

We walked past the strong maple trees that doted the inner landscape on the farm as you neared the house. Jimmy slinked along hoping to hide in the trees and use them to conceal his shame as he approached the house. Christy my adopted sister was standing in the far side of the horse shoe driveway. She watched Jimmy’s approach.

Christy’s eyes caught the obvious added bulk of Jimmy’s jeans. He adjusted his jeans and slightly lifted his shirt. The sudden flash of white reflected in Christy’s eyes. Her eyes widened and her chin lowered. She must have recognized what that meant. She had babysat the Larkin boys for over a year now didn’t she? She must have recognized the tell tale sign of Jimmy’s diaper peeping over the top of his pants.

As Jimmy and I drew near to her Jimmy looked away, trying to avoid eye contact with her. Christy started to say something but I shushed her. She would have to wait to get her revenge. It wouldn’t be long but still not right now. Jimmy tried to sneak up to our room. He knew Charlotte would be in the house somewhere. A dull fear ached in his brain at the thought of his mother seeing him like that. He reached the stairs leading to our room. As he was vaulting up the stairs Charlotte saw him.

She stared a little. His mom saw his pants and knew but did not want to believe her son wore diapers. She had tried torturing me into it but now the table was turned. "How the fuck did that happen." She thought. But she let it go. "Better not embarrass the boy."

Jimmy sat on his bed for thirty minutes or so just thinking. What in the world just happened? How did my Step Brother get me in diapers and what is he going to do with the pictures?

His tummy ached. There had been a steady pressure there. He had forced the diaper into his pants. It pressed against him. Jimmy unzipped his pants letting off a little pressure. Feeling more comfortable he removed the pants entirely to enhance the sensation. He thought about taking the diaper off but remembered the pictures.

"Better wait for my little brother." He thought to himself. No sense in getting him upset while he has those pictures. Jimmy adjusted himself and felt a little satisfaction. He remembered sucking on Sandy’s tits and getting a hand job. Then he remembered the pictures again.

"I guess I won’t be breaking up with her until I get the pictures back."

Jimmy changed his shirt and put his pants and shirt in the hamper. "I wonder what happened to my socks and underwear?" he thought. He got use to walking around freely in just a shirt and a diaper. After an hour or so he pretty much forgot that he had it on. He just started playing with his computer and then it was video games.

When I finally showed up he nearly forgot about his predicament. I snickered at how some of my reinforcement suggestions were working. Still if I ever just came out with what I had done to him everything would probably be undone. Still this revenge was sweet. This was what he was trying for. What he suggested to me numerous times when I began to wet the bed. Now it was his turn.

"So are you doing alright?" I asked.

"Yeah! Why?"

"No reason." We just kept going about our day while I waited. He had a water jug up there and he was already on his second glass. That water had to go somewhere.

"So do you want to go to Peter’s house tomorrow?"

"No" was his response. I waited "Peter" was a trigger word. A few seconds later and he said, "Oh man I’ve really got to go. Ah shit I’m still wearing this diaper."

"No time man! Just go to the bathroom." He ran back down the stair well to the toilet.

About half way he started to fill his diaper. By the time the soggy diaper was around his ankles only a trickle went out into the toilet. His face was downcast and deep in thought. He did not see the camera or hear it as it captured the moment. I caught him standing there with an obviously wet diaper around his ankles trying to pee in the toilet holding his peter and about to cry. I could almost read the caption for my blog "Didn’t Make It."

I put the camera away and walked into the room.

"Didn’t make it, huh?"

"No." he was dejected. "I guess I didn’t know I had to pee."

"Don’t worry man. Go upstairs and I’ll take care of you."

"Why not hear?"

"I don’t have anything to change you into and you don’t want to walk around naked do you?"

"Oh your right I guess." With that he pulled his soggy diaper up. Refastened the tapes and walked gingerly up the stairs. I wet a few wash cloths, grabbed a towel and some baby powder and headed up the stairs. Christy was coming down the stairs. Her face was flushed like she had been surprised by what she saw.

"I just saw Jimmy in a wet diaper."

"Yeah that sounds about right."

"Why was he in a diaper, a wet one too?""

"Maybe he couldn’t hold it?"

Christy blushed. Then she looked at what I was carrying. "You are going to change him? Can I?" She remembered back to when Jimmy pulled down her pants in front of the boy scouts. She was so embarrassed. This looked like an opportunity for revenge.

"Not today but maybe soon. Maybe in two days or so we can have court?"

Christy nodded. We had developed a way of solving our own disputes. We would have court. Present arguments and evidence then whoever was the judge would decide the guilt or innocence and the punishment. If the offender didn’t like the punishment they could always tell but we rarely did. The punishment would probably be worse there. In this case the latter would be more embarrassing.

I came into the room and Jimmy was sitting on the floor crying. "Christy saw me. It’s all over. Everyone is going to know"

"It is alright. I talked to her. She is going to keep it to herself for now. Now step out of that diaper and let me take care of you." Jimmy unfastened the diaper and let it slide to the floor then stepped out of it. I took the diaper and put it in the trash for now. Handed Jimmy one of the wash cloths and directed him to clean up as I inspected. Afterward I had him lay on the floor as I cleaned up the rest of him. Then I slid the towel under him and started applying the baby powder.

"What are you doing that for?"

"You’ve been getting wet today. I wouldn’t want you to chaff" With that I directed him to roll over and get the butt as well. After that I wrapped him up in the towel around the crotch like a diaper and used it to massage the powder in. I could tell he got a little excited and allot embarrassed. His erection was back. Was Jimmy gay or were all my "reinforcements" working? I didn’t know.

"Now Jimmy I need to ask you an important question."

"Ah huh?"

"Do you need another diaper? You peed yourself twice by accident."

He stopped for a second. Was this a trap? He never wanted diapers before and he definitely didn’t want them now. He imagined humiliating me that way. He wanted to make me cry like a baby. But now having worn one for half a day he felt ... insecure.

"I’ll be alright."

"Okay. I’ll leave you to take care of the rest." With that I took out a "Soothing CD and put it in then left the room. Jimmy got up slowly and waited for me to leave the room. He did not want me to see his embarrassing erection. He took the towel off and put some briefs on and a new pair of jeans. This felt reassuring. He looked at the soggy diaper in the trash and tried to figure out what to do with it. Instead he decided to play his games again as he listened to the relaxing music. He didn’t really like Jazz but there was something about the music that kept him listening.

When the CD ended I came in with a zip lock bag and sealed up the diaper and carried it out.

"Can’t put this in the normal trash your Mom will see it." He nodded appreciatively and I was out to stash this with the rest of the evidence in the barn.

The rest of the day went normal. We had dinner and our normal activities. The only thing that was interesting was Christy. She kept looking at Jimmy and snickering. That and Charlotte announced that She and Dad were going on an extended vacation to Niagara coming up but she felt we could take care of the farm while they were gone. The crops were already planted so we just needed to weed every once in a while and feed the animals. Hay season would not be until after they got back. Besides Sheila would be back from college (she failed) and could help out so our studies wouldn’t be affected.

That night I said a safety word that restored Jimmy’s number one Asshole mentality. He tried to pick on me a little to restore his dominance before bed. I acted like he succeeded and waited for the morning.

A Sleepless Night

Jimmy woke up disoriented. You know that feeling where you’re not quite in your own body yet. Like you slept way too hard and weren’t ready to wake up. He turned over and saw me asleep.

"Hey baby you wet yourself last night. Do you need a diaper change?" That was the same kind of thing he said to me every morning. I rolled over. I was nice and dry thanks to some self hypnosis on the problem.

"No I’m dry but what’s that smell?" I replied. Jimmy could feel it now. He was cold and wet.

"Oh no I’m wet!" His mind flooded back with his bad dream.

Jimmy was there at the school surrounded by girls. He was trying to impress them. They seemed to be paying him allot of attention. Right when he was going to ask one out she said "Uh Oh!! Looks like baby wet himself!" He looked down to notice he was wearing nothing but a soggy diaper.

Then she changed him right there in front of the other girls. "Now I know you might not know when you pee but be sure to let me know if you poop" Then it happened. His erection was back.

"Oh isn’t that so adorable? So small." All the girls cooed. "Well I guess it can’t hurt anything." With that she pulled off her pants and panties. She undid her shirt and bra. Then she fucked him right there while the other cooed and he sucked her boobs. He came inside her. She then put his diaper back on him. Now go along to the rest of your classes. The girls all laughed at him.

"Did it feel good?" One said to the other.

"No I didn’t feel a thing" he heard the girls say.

In the dream he went from class to class. In each class he was humiliated. In each class he had to go to the bathroom and did (in his diaper). They changed him always in front of everyone. There were little twists as well. Some gave him pacifiers when he cried. Others dressed him in onesie. In the girl’s gym class they stripped him naked and spanked him in front of the whole class (he was told he had to attend the girl’s class because of his diaper).

It was one long day of humiliation. Then to top it off he had to ride the kindergarten bus home (just in case he needed his diaper changed)(which he did). The other kids danced around the bus singing "Jimmy’s a diaper boy, a diaper boy a diaper boy. Wets himself and poops himself and rocks himself to sleep." He was scared these boys and girls were mean to him. He lifted his legs up and clenched them to his chest. Then it happened. A loud farting sound and he pooped in his diaper.

“Stinky boy! Stinky boy couldn’t possibly wait.” The bus driver pulled over. He was disgusted. He changed Jimmy’s diaper right in the center of the small bus.

“Lousy Brat can’t even hold his poo.” When Jimmy was changed the bus driver put Jimmy’s clothes in his backpack. He was then surreptitiously put off the bus to walk the last four blocks home in nothing but a diaper.

Jimmy remembered the people slowing down to look at him and laughing as they drove off. Such details? Then they began to fade but the humiliation stayed with him. Now he looked at his sheets and recognized he had wet himself the night prior. He also realized something else. He needed to go again RIGHT Now!! He got up in his wet pj’s and started running down the stairwell. This time he left a trail of pee on each of the steps.

Christy came out and saw. "Oh Man" is what he heard before he made it into the bathroom. Again he stood there in front of the toilet and only managed to get a small trickle of pee to go into the bowl. After taking another surreptitious picture I walked in.

"Here let me take care of you." With that I helped him step out of his pajama bottoms and strip out of his shirt. I had not closed the door first.

So when Christy walked by with a mop and pale she said to a now naked Jimmy, "We’ll talk about this soon!" Jimmy was embarrassed and started covering himself.

I said "That’s the least of your worries now get in there and clean up." With that I pushed him into the shower and turned the ice cold water on. He yelped and began adjusting the knobs to take a nice long shower.

When he had toweled off he opened the curtain to see me standing there with all sorts of bottles around a towel. I had him lay down again. When he resisted I gave him all sorts of health concerns and in his weakened state he relented. He lies down and I put a rattle in his hands.

"No way, I am not a baby." he said this in all seriousness while his legs were still in the air.

"Oh it’s just to keep your hands busy. This will take a second."

"Okay." and he started playing. He didn’t realize how mesmerizing a rattle was. He lost all track of anything else. I had hoped this suggestion would work. I shaved him clean and rubbed in some zinc to make him baby smooth. He lifted his buttocks and I shaved there too. He looked as mature as a ten year old.

Christy walked by a couple of times and snickered. I handed her the camera and she took a couple. Jimmy was oblivious to what was going on. I powdered him up really good with the Baby powder to make sure he smelled of it. I thought about diapering him right there. But no I wanted his next diaper to be his choice. After that I wrapped him up in the towel like a diaper again and took the rattle away. He was dazed for a second as the suggestion wore off.

"Well I am all done making sure you don’t get sick. Are you sure you don’t need to wear a diaper today?" Again there was a hesitation. Some of my suggestions were running through his head.

"No. I’ll be fine."

"You said that last time but look what happened."

"I’ll be fine."

"Okay but remember I have some in my back pack and I’ll sell you some."

"Sell"

"Yeah those things aren’t free. Now get going" With that he looked at me turned red at the thought of walking up the steps in what appeared to be a diaper. "Well then run." And run he did until he ran into Christy who just finished cleaning the steps. She looked at him and then his "diaper" and openly laughed. He just kept on going.

When he was in the room the smell of pee hit him. The sheets were still soaked. He put on some clothes and then striped the bed. Then he flipped the mattress over to let it dry. He eyed my back pack and saw that it was slightly opened. Walking over he looked inside and saw the diapers. He took one out and opened it up. He sat down on it and felt its snugness.

"No I don’t need these." he said to himself and pushed it back into the bag. I came in and grabbed the linens and decided it was time to do a load of laundry. The rest of the day went peacefully. Jimmy tried to be nice to Christy and avoid confrontation. He even treated me half way decent.

My Dad commented, "I’m glad you boys are doing better now. I was worried about going away on vacation and wondering what I would find when I returned." Dad was always considerate even if he did marry a "former" prostitute. Charlotte commented that she knew someone cleaned the stairwell because it smelled like pine sol and that it was good of Jimmy to do some laundry. She had meant to clean those linens yesterday.

Latter I put another CD in the player while Jimmy was on level 99 of WOW. There was no way he was getting up. Later that night I put him back under and asked him some questions to figure out where he was at with all this. I measured him for some clothes and made sure to heighten his humiliation in all this process can’t let him get off to easy with all that he’s done.

His second dream was ready to play tonight. I enjoyed watching him crawl around like a baby and relive some of his more embarrassing moments then I let him rest.

 

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