Step Brother's Revenge

Chapter 3
A Long Hard Look

Jimmy woke up before me. If you can call 2 AM up. He felt the sheets were cold and wet. "How old am I again?" The number eighteen and then fourteen came into his mind but for some reason it felt wrong. Then the number six and then the number three passed through his mind. He finally rolled out of bed and striped himself laying his wet PJs on the bed.

As he stood there in his wet pee soaked underwear, he contemplated changing his sheets and flipping the bed. “Why? The other side is wet too.” He said to himself. His hand brushed against his pillow. A muffled rattling sound came from underneath the pillow. Jimmy looked around to see if I was awake. I didn’t stir and in the dark he couldn’t be sure. He felt under the pillow and out it came. His rattle. “My rattle?” Jimmy didn’t understand how he had a rattle but this was unmistakably his. He felt a sense of calm and slight excitement. Then he dropped it rolling under his bed.

Jimmy looked around. He could have sworn I was up. But there was no movement. Reaching for his rattle again his hand brushed up against something. Pulling it out he discovered a leather bound book and a pen clipped to it. Jimmy walked down the stairs to the bathroom. Not that he needed to go anymore. He scratched his hip. The wet clinging rues were beginning to itch. Still walking around naked was more than he was willing to bear right now.

Once inside he closed the door and opened the book. In it he found the events of the last few days written down, with his thoughts and an in-depth exploration of his humiliation. He set the book on the floor and then laid down there on his wet diaper to read.

Christy was the one that found him. Jimmy was on the floor wrapped in a towel like a diaper. His thumb was in his mouth and his hips bucked against the ground. He sounded close to climax. Christy went and got a camera. She put the camera on flash but didn’t get the response she wanted. She expected Jimmy to act like most scared boys caught jerking off in a diaper (hysterical) but instead he merely finished in his towel.

Then he rolled over. Christy got another picture.

“Aren’t you afraid Jimmy? I have pictures of you jerking off in a diaper.”

“No you don’t Christy.” He said in slurred speech. “This is merely a dream”

“Oh really? You know your right there are no consequences.” Christy then undid Jimmy’s diaper showing the cum. Then she pulled down the yellow stained underwear just far enough to reveal his hard on. “Perfect!” Then she took some more pictures. All without Jimmy resisting.

Then Christy cleaned Jimmy up and put him in a real diaper for the rest of the night laying him by some toy blocks.

When Jimmy finally came to the daze didn’t leave him immediately. Still he was up even if reality didn’t make sense to him. The dreams he had were becoming very real. He hadn’t wanted to wear diapers did he? He only knew that in the dream the diaper called to him. He had walked over to it in the dream and put it on. It was only a dream. When he woke up he was on the floor playing with some blocks and in a diaper!

He didn’t see anyone else up. So we walked back to his bed. It was soaked, again! He felt the front of his diaper … his diaper. It was soft and crinkly. It felt good. Then it happened as if on cue. Jimmy began to fill his diaper. He thought to run down the stairs again but what was the use. He already had a diaper on so he just finished and curled up on the floor.

Jimmy just lay there and napped. When he woke up it was still morning but he was surprised that the room did not smell like piss. He looked over to his side and there were a stack of clean sheets. Someone else was in the room. He had gotten use to me seeing him that way so he didn’t respond quickly. But there was something different. The footsteps were softer. When a towel, fresh diaper and the fixings’ were tossed near his head he looked up and saw Christy. A look of abject fear filled his face.

Christy was smaller than him but quick. As she saw that he was about to squirm away she sat on his legs. This effectively kept him from turning and forced him to deal with her. Before he could push her off she spoke.

“Hold it. You soaked your diaper and the bed. I have cleaned up the bed and I’ll clean up you but I’ll be dammed if I have to clean up the rug too.”

Jimmy stopped moving. He knew it would be a pain to get the pee smell out of the carpet. He then looked over at the diaper again. “What’s the diaper for?” With a shy voice like he was hoping for a different answer then the obvious.

“For you! Remember when you embarrassed me that day with the Boy Scouts? Well the payback for keeping quiet and taking care of your laundry is right there.”

Jimmy didn’t say anything but turned his face toward the wall. He lifted his butt and Christy moved the towel under him. He set his butt back down and she carefully removed the tapes. “This was good,” she thought “I have been trying to get him back for so long and here is my chance.” His penis was shriveled because of the moisture. Christy took a wet wipe and washed every area but the penis as she watched it slowly come out from hiding. Then she began to clean the balls. There was no hair. Getting another wipe she began to clean his shaft. “It wasn’t impressive,” she thought “But he is defiantly uncomfortable with me cleaning it.” After he was somewhat hard she stopped. Tugged on the diaper and he lifted his butt again. She removed the diaper made a cursory swipe then had him lower his but and then raise his legs and hug his knees.

Christy again cleaned all the areas thoroughly and then paid more attention to his more sensitive areas. This time she cleaned and inspected his anis. “Got to make sure you don’t get an infection.” She said. Jimmy whimpered with the humiliation. Christy then powered his butt turned before she rubbed it in to put up all the wipes. She had just rolled them up in his diaper and was about to grab a dry wash cloth to rub in the powder when his legs came down.

“There was no way you’re putting me in a diaper.” Jimmy said. His foot caught Christy square in the chest and sent her falling back onto my side of the room. He got up before she caught her breath grabbed a pair of shorts. No time for underwear and ran out the door. He ran down the stairs with her chasing him. He easily made it outside and slipped on the shorts covering his manhood.

It was when he stepped on his first twig that he cursed himself for not grabbing his shoes. But there was no going back now. He wandered around outside the house. He didn’t have to worry about his Mom seeing him as she and Dad had left earlier that morning. He did not have to worry about Sheila because she wouldn’t be back for a couple days. So he just walked around.

He got hungry and he walked into the house. There on the dining room table was a large bottle with a nipple on it with a pink bow. He came closer and saw a note.

“Court today at 3 PM.

Dining room

Don’t be late”

Jimmy knew failing to show up for court would meet with the full punishment. That is the other siblings would reveal what ever interesting tidbits they had on him. He shuddered a little. Those tidbits at this point would probably be a lot. He took the nipple off the bottle and walked over to the fridge. There was nothing in there. There was frozen food but nothing quick. He got down the cereal and poured the milk from the bottle on a bowl of it.

After he ate he went back upstairs. He found the door to our room locked. After pounding on it for a while he figured no one was in there. There was no forcing it without damaging the door. He thought about climbing up on the roof and trying the window but with no shoes meant it would hurt. So he decided against it.

The fact that I was not there unnerved him. In fact it seemed like no one was in the house at all. So he spent the rest of the day wandering around the house waiting for 3 PM to come.

At about 2:30 I came in carrying my fishing pole and three nice trout.

“Where have you been?” He said.

I looked down at my fishing pole and the trout and said, “Fishing?”

“Christy wants court at three.”

“Oh okay. Let me hurry up and clean these fish and shower.”

“Our door is locked. Did you do it?”

“Really? No I didn’t.”

“Let me get busy.” With that I cleaned the fish. Got some paper plates out and put some flower on it with the fish. Then wrapped it with cellophane and put it in the fridge. I went and showered and came back down just in time for Court.

Christy was there by now with a large bag and some notes. Jimmy said, “How did you get in the room?”

“It wasn’t locked.” Was all I said. Jimmy looked dumbfounded, “Wasn’t locked?”

“If your honor will please take the bench?” Christy said. It wasn’t a bench but a high backed chair with arm rests. Christy and Jimmy actually set on benches. They were a little shorter than the chair so it gave whoever sat in the chair an air of authority.

“You may proceed.” Matlock reruns helped a lot with our cases.

“You Jimmy have been charged to be a bed wetter, an infantile and being in need of corrective training. Further you assaulted me this morning and hurt me and are therefore also in need of punitive punishment. How do you plead?”

“Your honor?”

“Render a plea.”

“Not guilty.”

After that Christy began to produce her evidence. She started by mentioning what she saw when we came home from the store. Then she produced pictures of him in a soaked diaper beside the toilet and continuing to catalog his every mishap. He was shocked. How did she get so many pictures? How did she get all these times. He didn’t know I had fed her a lot of the evidence.

“The defendant will please be informed that these pictures are not the only copy. They exist in a locked folder on one or more of my friend’s computers.” After each of the pictures she just asked a simple question.

“Is this you?” When he tried to come up with and excuse, she just made him answer the question.

“Yes.”

By the time she finished he was almost whimpering it. To which she made him speak up. Then she came to some pictures from this morning. There he was in nothing but a diaper playing with blocks. Never mind where the blocks came from. There were pictures of the wet sheets and the rubber mat that kept him from ruining the mattress. There were even little zip lock bags she said she found with his urine soaked socks and underwear. Christy then showed the pictures from the bathroom.

“I thought that was only a dream.”

“Oh so you dream of wearing diapers.”

Then Christy turned her back to us and unbuttoned her shirt. She reached in back and undid her bra. Then she turned to us revealing her pert breasts. She showed them and a large bruise across her bosom.

“Did you do this?” She said as she pointed at the bruise and we stared at her breast. Jimmy nodded. Then she unzipped her pants letting them fall along with her panties and stepped out of then leaving her sandals. “And this?” Christy said pointing to a large bruise on her backbone.

And that was how she won her case standing there naked with nothing between her and the rest of us but air. Jimmy couldn’t mount a case he was too busy wanting to mount Christy. That’s when he heard the verdict.

“Guilty as charged.” He turned to me.

“Jimmy for each time you accidentally wet yourself you will wear a diaper for one hour a day until such time as you can last a whole week without accidental wetting. During punishment hours you will use your diaper as intended but that will not count against you. During punishment time you will be under Christy’s direction and care. You may choose whether to wear a diaper or not at night. You will still be punished for a wet diaper but the punishment will be less severe. At night you can take the diaper off to use the bathroom. If at some time in the future you end up spending more than half the day in a diaper you will be resigned to them all the time until such time as you can be potty trained again.

Is that understood?”

“What?”

“What it means Jimmy is that for three hours a day this week you will have to wear a diaper and do what Christy says or she will spread those pictures around. If you make it throughout the week with no wetting you will be free. That is unless you wet again in the future. If this is a fluke as you say then the embarrassment will be momentary. If not it could get much worse. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Christy pull out one of the wooden chairs without armrests. Jimmy please surrender your shorts.”

“What?”

“You have to be spanked. You hurt Christy so she gets to spank you. Take off your shorts and give them to me. Then lay across Christy’s lap.”

Jimmy turned red and then hitching his shorts to the left and to the right eventually brought them to the floor and stepped out of them standing naked with his man fully erected.

“Stand there for a moment and think of what you have done while I get the implements.” I then got one of Dad’s lifting bars. I then came back with one then the other weights. I put them together and rolled it near Christy. Then I motioned for him to lay across her naked lap. Then I used the weight to pin down his legs. His butt was fully exposed. No kicking legs to stop Christy. Then I instructed him to grab the chair legs. If he let go he would be spanked on the front lawn by both of us latter. “Spanked naked with the traffic driving by,” that was a good enough to make his fingers turn white hanging onto it.

Then I produced the widow maker. It was a paddle Charlotte had made. It was shaped like a ping pong paddle but it was larger, had holes to increase the sensation and a better handle to make a more powerful swing.

I put Christy’s camera on video and left as she began to execute her punishment. I saw him bumping around on her lap screaming for mercy. All the while sporting a ragging hard on.

I came back a half an hour latter to see Jimmy on the floor in his diaper. He had little pink bows in his hair and was speaking baby.

“Gue Gue Ga Ga.”

The bows in the coming week materialized latter as dresses and all sorts of embarrassing attire. As he submitted to this I started to plant messages which reinforced his baby state and Christy’s dominance. That and I made sure he wet again and again.

 

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