My Little Brother Reader's content. This story is purely fiction; none of the context is taken from real life experiences. This story also has some sexual contact, and is taken through a diaper fetish. If that offends you in any way please leave. I advise readers under the age of fourteen to not read on. About the way the story is written (PLEASE READ) Since D/L's come in all sexuality's, I would like to give a choice, although the main character is a boy (since Deeker.com is a 'boy's site' parse) I can't change that. But you (the reader) get to choose some of the things in the story. Sorry for being so vague, but, just read on. It gets a little confusing. But choose wisely one choice can change the outcome of the whole story. Oh, and if you have any comments about this or my other story, Felix, e-mail me at [removed] tell me if you think I should keep at the story -That you My Little Brother Before I start my story, let me give you some background. My name is David Darnelo. My dad passed away two years after my mom gave birth to her second child. My dad was an inventor, he created one of the computers for Microsoft, and made millions, and still is�well my mom is, but that's not the point. Me and my family are now really rich, but my mom didn't want to leave the two room house that my dad lived in so she stayed in the crumby place (She thought if she left she would leave a part my dad- what a bunch of bull shit.) I'm now thirteen and I live a normal life. I like to play sports and I go to public school, I don't care that much if I do good or not, when my mom dies I'll have all the money I'll need. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom, but she hates me� well she loves me as a son, but hates me as a person. Me and my mom never got along after my dad died. And when that happened she paid more attention to my baby- (Author- here's what I mean, you get to pick) Brother or sister? If you picked brother go on and read all the pages marked BROTHER, if you chose Sister go to the pages that are marked SISTER, you really can't miss it� but this wont change much. BROTHER And when that happened she paid more attention to my baby brother, Jake. And I loved my brother; he was the cutest thing to hit the planet. He has red hair, but not like most red heads, he's really nice- most of the time. He's six now, but is very athletic and really strong for a boy his age, I really do love him. Anyways let me get back to the story at hand. I woke up in the middle of the night one day to me peeing the bed. I tried to get up quickly but I didn't get up in time, and my bed was filled with piss. I was in deep trouble, my mom would kill me, and I got really scared and started to panic. But I couldn't do anything. If I wanted to change my sheets I would have to go into my mom's room, because that's where she kept the sheets, and If I did go in I would wake her up and she would know what I had done. I had no choice, she would find out one way or another, so I had to go to her room and just plain out tell her, oh god was I scared. I then went out my door, going inch by inch delaying the inevitable, I kind of felt like crying, but didn't want to act like more of a baby in her eyes. I then went into my mom's room, since she always keeps the door opened, and went near her bed post. She immediately woke up; I didn't have to shake her or anything like that. I got a little scared as she opened her eyelids and jumped a little. "What's wrong Dave? I was sleeping" She said in an annoyed voice. I was scared and didn't say anything until she asked me again, getting angrier. "Umm�I kind of had an accident�" I said beginning to get really scared. She laughed and asked me how old I was, but I didn't answer, knowing she was mocking me. I hated that. What a bad mother she was�well to me. She then got up out of her bed and went to her closet; it was so dark I didn't want to follow her, thinking she might eat me� She then got some sheets and told me to follow her, but to be god damn quiet not to wake up her 'precious child' HER EXACT WORDS! Do you believe that? If Jake wet his bed she would not only wake me up, but she would turn on the lights so I couldn't get back to sleep afterwards, what a bitch. We then entered my room, and my mom turned on one of the lamps next to my bed. She didn't want to turn on the big light because my brother was still sleeping. Well he wasn't sleeping, he just pretended to, and I could tell. He kept on opening his eyes a little as my mom was changing my sheets, but she didn't notice. After she was done putting a sheet on the bed, she got me a new blanket and laid it on the bed. "Take those cloths off" She said. When she said that I thought she was going to leave the room but she didn't, and I was forced to take my cloths off in front of her, and my 'sleeping' brother. When I was done taking my clothes off I went to my dresser, but my mom stopped me telling me to go lay down on my bed, and when my mom tells you to do something, you do it. She gives the worst spankings. She then went to my closet that I didn't use in years, not needing anything from it (it was just some old crap). Staring at the ceiling I was wondering what the hell she was doing, but I found out soon enough� well not soon enough to run. When she came back to my bed I saw she had a large disposable diaper in her hand, it had some Mickey Mouse designs on it. "Mom, what are you doing," I asked her sitting up, only to be pushed down again. "Well, Davie, I think the little baby inside you got out a little, since you started to pee your bed and all. So I have decided to let him roam free" She said with a huge smile on her face. "I don't need one of those I'm thirteen years old" I then tried to get up again but she slapped me on my side and I immediately went down. "Davie," she didn't call me that since I was five "thirteen year old don't went their bed, only babies do, and since you did, this is going on you. UNDERSTAND?" She asked me in a scary type of way. She then proceeded to pick my legs up and grabbed the powder, putting on more then I can ever need. She then took the diaper and unfolded it , putting it under my but. After that she stuck both tabs to each side and gave be a little swat on the rear. And then gave me a pacifier. She then noticed my little brother was awake. "Jake, you don't have to pretend, you can open your eyes now" and with that he did. "if you see little Davie taking his pacifier out of his mouth please call me right over, I'll teach him a lesson, and don't worry if I'm sleeping" then she looked back at me "and if that diaper is wet in the morning, diapers for a week." She said as she left the room. My brother started giggling, but I wasn't, instead tears were falling down my cheeks. I felt so humiliated. He then got out of his bed and went up to mine and took a seat on my chest- he always did that when I was laying down. "Hey brother�" he asked me, "how did you wet your bed, only babies do that" well that didn't make me feel too good but I wiped the tears away from my eyes and looked at him. "I didn't get up in time" I tried to explain. "Do it again" he said, and I said no, but he threatened to tell my mom I was being mean to him, and when ever he does that I always get a big spanking, so I begged him not to say that, and not to make me wet my diaper, but he just threatened again. "If you don't I'll tell" He said, and I had to do what he said. If my brother were smart enough, he could really make me do anything, but I don't think at the time he was. I then got up and he threatened me again, I really had to do it, he never threatened me three times without calling my mom in. I really had to, so I did, well it took time but I finally did do it and I felt the warmth forming at the bottom of my diaper, and it now had a weird shade of yellow. I told him I did it, and listen if you knew my mom you would have done the same thing�she can really hurt. He then started calling me a baby. I went up to my bed and laid down on it, and again he sat on my chest. He then started to play with my diaper touching it and he kept telling me I was went and telling me I needed a 'diaper change', and that I was only a little baby. That god me aggravated and I pushed him off of me, he then fell on the floor and started to cry. At the sound of him crying my mom rushed in and asked me what I did, and I said I didn't do anything. My brother then chimed in and told her that he was just sitting on me like he always did and I pushed him off me because I was a meanie, and started to cry again. I tried to explain what really happened but my mom didn't believe me. She then went on my bed. "Get your but over here" she said. After that I was on her lap just like a five year old. "And I see you wet yourself again, how did you do that I just put a diaper on you ten minutes ago" I didn't say anything�she wouldn't have believed me if I did. She then continued "You really are a baby, and should be treated that way" She then looked at Jake "Met your little baby brother, Jake" he looked up and smiled. She then took the tabs of my diaper off- I was on my back. She then pulled the diaper back and had clear view of my butt. Twenty smacks came down in a clash, and by the time she was done I had tear coming down my cheeks and I was gasping for air. My mom then took me off her lap and placed me on the bed, taking the used diaper and putting it in the trash. She then went to the closet and got out another diaper and some powder. More tears came rolling down. Then went over to my bed� She picked my torso up and powdered it. Then took the diaper and put it under my but and taped both of the tabs. "Now baby, I want you to go to sleep, and I don't want to hear one sound out of you" My mom said then tending to my little brother, but I didn't see much, my face was looking at the ceiling. She then turned out my light and left the room. My brother went to sleep two minutes after, but I couldn't fall asleep for shit. See it was Christmas in two days- not counting this one, and this year my family is coming over here, I felt sick even thinking about it, and in about an hour I fell asleep with my thoughts. SISTER And when that happened she paid more attention to my baby sister, June. And I loved my sister; she was the cutest thing to hit the planet. She has red hair, but not like most red heads, she's really nice- most of the time. She's six now, and because she doesn't have sisters, she only has me, she sort of a tomboy Anyways let me get back to the story at hand. I woke up in the middle of the night one day to me peeing the bed. I tried to get up quickly but I didn't get up in time, and my bed was filled with piss. I was in deep trouble, my mom would kill me, and I got really scared and started to panic. But I couldn't do anything. If I wanted to change my sheets I would have to go into my mom's room, because that's where she kept the sheets, and If I did go in I would wake her up and she would know what I had done. I had no choice, she would find out one way or another, so I had to go to her room and just plain out tell her, oh god was I scared. I then went out my door, going inch by inch delaying the inevitable, I kind of felt like crying, but didn't want to act like more of a baby in her eyes. I then went into my mom's room, since she always keeps the door opened, and went near her bed post. She immediately woke up; I didn't have to shake her or anything like that. I got a little scared as she opened her eyelids and jumped a little. "What's wrong Dave? I was sleeping" She said in an annoyed voice. I was scared and didn't say anything until she asked me again, getting angrier. "Umm�I kind of had an accident�" I said beginning to get really scared. She laughed and asked me how old I was, but I didn't answer, knowing she was mocking me. I hated that. What a bad mother she was�well to me. She then got up out of her bed and went to sheer closet; it was so dark I didn't want to follow her, thinking she might eat me� She then got some sheets and told me to follow she, but to be god damn quiet not to wake up she' precious child' SHER EXACT WORDS! Do you believe that? If June wet his bed she would not only wake me up, but she would turn on the lights so I couldn't get back to sleep afterwards, what a bitch. We then entered my room, and my mom turned on one of the lamps next to my bed. She didn't want to turn on the big light because my sister was still sleeping. Well she wasn't sleeping, she just pretended to, and I could tell. She kept on opening his eyes a little as my mom was changing my sheets, but she didn't notice. After she was done putting a sheet on the bed, she got me a new blanket and laid it on the bed. "Take those cloths off" She said. When she said that I thought she was going to leave the room but she didn't, and I was forced to take my cloths off in front of she, and my 'sleeping' sister. When I was done taking my cloths off I went to my dresser, but my mom stopped me telling me to go lay down on my bed, and when my mom tells you to do something, you do it. She gives the worst spankings. She then went to my closet that I didn't use in years, not needing anything from it (it was just some old crap). Staring at the ceiling I was wondering what the hell she was doing, but I found out soon enough� well not soon enough to run. When she came back to my bed I saw she had a large disposable diaper in her hand, it had some Mickey Mouse designs on it. "Mom, what are you doing," I asked her sitting up, only to be pushed down again. "Well, Davie, I think the little baby inside you got out a little, since you started to pee your bed and all. So I have decided to let him roam free" She said with a huge smile on her face. "I don't need one of those I'm thirteen years old" I then tried to get up again but she slapped me on my side and I immediately went down. "Davie," she didn't call me that since I was five "thirteen year old don't went their bed, only babies do, and since you did, this is going on you. UNDERSTAND?" She asked me in a scary type of way. She then proceeded to pick my legs up and grabbed the powder, putting on more then I can ever need. She then took the diaper and unfolded it, putting it under my butt. After that she stuck both tabs to each side and gave be a little swat on the rear. And then gave me a pacifier. She then noticed my little sister was awake. "June, you don't have to pretend, you can open your eyes now" and with that she did. "if you see little Davie taking his pacifier out of his mouth please call me right over, I'll teach him a lesson, and don't worry if I'm sleeping" then she looked back at me "and if that diaper is wet in the morning, diapers for a week." She said as she left the room. My sister started giggling, but I wasn't, instead tears were falling down my cheeks. I felt so humiliated. She then got out of his bed and went up to mine and took a seat on my chest- she always did that when I was laying down. "Hey Brother�" she asked me, "how did you wet your bed, only babies do that" well that didn't make me feel too good but I wiped the tears away from my eyes and looked at him. "I didn't get up in time" I tried to explain. "Do it again" she said, and I said no, but she threatened to tell my mom I was being mean to him, and when ever she does that I always get a big spanking, so I begged him not to say that, and not to make me wet my diaper, but she just threatened again. "If you don't I'll tell" She said, and I had to do what she said. If my sister were smart enough, she could really make me do anything, but I don't think at the time she was. I then got up and she threatened me again, I really had to do it, she never threatened me three times without calling my mom in. I really had to, so I did, well it took time but I finally did do it and I felt the warmth forming at the bottom of my diaper, and it now had a weird shade of yellow. I told him I did it, and listen if you knew my mom you would have done the same thing�she can really hurt. She then started calling me a baby. I went up to my bed and laid down on it, and again she sat on my chest. She then started to play with my diaper touching it and she kept telling me I was went and telling me I needed a 'diaper change', and that I was only a little baby. That god me aggravated and I pushed him off of me, she then fell on the floor and started to cry. At the sound of him crying my mom rushed in and asked me what I did, and I said I didn't do anything. My sister then chimed in and told she that she was just sitting on me like she always did and I pushed him off me because I was a Melanie, and started to cry again. I tried to explain what really happened but my mom didn't believe me. She then went on my bed. "Get your but over sheer" she said. After that I was on her lap just like a five year old. "And I see you wet yourself again, how did you do that I just put a diaper on you ten minutes ago" I didn't say anything�she wouldn't have believed me if I did. She then continued "You really are a baby, and should be treated that way" She then looked at June "Met your little baby sister, June" she looked up and smiled. She then took the tabs of my diaper off- I was on my back. She then pulled the diaper back and had clear view of my butt. Twenty smacks came down in a clash, and by the time she was done I had tear coming down my cheeks and I was gasping for air. My mom then took me off her lap and placed me on the bed, taking the used diaper and putting it in the trash. She then went to the closet and got out another diaper and some powder. More tears came rolling down. Then went over to my bed� She picked my torso up and powdered it. Then took the diaper and put it under my but and taped both of the tabs. "Now baby, I want you to go to sleep, and I don't want to shear one sound out of you" My mom said then tending to my little sister, but I didn't see much, my face was looking at the ceiling. She then turned out my light and left the room. My sister went to sleep two minutes after, but I couldn't fall asleep for shit. See it was Christmas in two days- not counting this one, and this year my family is coming over sheer, I felt sick even thinking about it, and in about an hour I fell asleep with my thoughts.