My Trip to the Country Part I
by Jennifer Mueller

	"OK Erica, let's see this paper you've been waving around," mom 
said.
	I handed her the paper. "Can I go, mom. Please. I think it would 
really be neat," I said all in one breath before she could even read 
the first line. What I had handed her was a notice in the newspaper 
about babysitting classes being offered by the Red Cross.
	"Gina's mom's going to let her." I offered as an enticement; as 
if Gina's mom was the expert on everything. It's a funny thing when you 
are a kid; other people's parents are smart and cool, your own are kind 
of dippy and dumb. (Not that I ever actually referred to dad and mom as 
Dumb and Dippy respectively out loud to anyone even my best friend).
	Mom scanned the paper, "I don't know. Don't you have to be a 
certain age?"
	"No mom, it doesn't mention any age. I can do this."
	"I think you may be too young to babysit. You're only 11."
	"MOM! I'll be 12 in a month. Don't treat me like a baby," I said 
rolling my eyes.
	Surprisingly that sank in, "OK, I guess there would be no harm in 
taking the course at least. Who knows, it may teach you a little 
responsibility. I guess I could even trust you for a short time with 
Brad."
	I thought to myself, "Boy would I love to be in charge of Brat! 
(My private nickname for my 10-year-old brother)." Brad wasn't really 
that bad as a kid brother, but he did ... well ... stupid things 
without thinking all the time. He needed looking after.
	I was really excited about the class, and Gina's mom drove us 
both to the class. I felt a little funny carrying one of my old dolls 
with me. I really didn't play with them much anymore, especially the 
"baby dolls" but it was a requirement that we bring something: a doll 
or teddy bear that we could diaper. I felt a lot better as more girls 
showed up with their dolls as well. Although the class was open to both 
boys and girls, I noticed that only girls attended. Most of them seemed 
to be my age or a little older.
	When I thought about babysitting, the first thing that always 
came to my mind was diapers. Well, I found out that there was a lot 
more to babysitting than just changing babies. There was safety, first 
aid, how and what to feed them (you mean pizza isn't the only thing on 
babysitting night?), how to keep them busy with games and activities, 
and even how to discipline them! However, diapering was what I had in 
mind, and as messy as the real thing could be, it fascinated me.
	I don't know why. I think it had something to do with that peeing 
and pooping are the most basic body functions, and someone really has 
to be pretty helpless not to be able to take care of it by themselves. 
Maybe that's what I liked; being in charge and having someone depend on 
me.
	Well, it was almost the last thing in the class, but we finally 
got to practice our diapering. One of the girls actually had a boy-
doll, complete with a penis. I never saw a real one, just the pictures 
in my sex-ed book, so it wasn't a big deal, but I still wondered what a 
real one felt like and how boys could put up with it hanging down there 
all the time.
	I took the test, and I passed, and I got my certificate. I was 
ready to take on Dennis the Menace. (I always wondered why Margaret put 
up with him. I would have put him in his place a long time ago.)
	There was just one shortcoming to my plan: sitting by the phone 
waiting for a babysitting assignment didn't make it ring. My 12th 
birthday came and went, and the end of school came and I still didn't 
have one single babysitting offer.
	There was at least one good thing about the end of school and 
that was our summer vacation in the house in the woods. The family had 
a place out in the country. It used to be a lumber camp set up in the 
Great Depression. I think my great uncle or somebody like that bought 
it right after World War II. My mom tells stories about how she and her 
sisters used to help Granddaddy fix it up. All that's left is the 
barracks and the tool shed. Someone came and took down the mill they 
told me used to be there. All that's left of the mill is a concrete 
slab we use to play basketball on.
	The bunk house, as we came to call it, used to be one big room, 
the size of about default of the house with a big kitchen and shower 
room taking up the rest of the building. Mom told me about putting up 
the walls. Before that, everyone slept in one big bedroom! Now there 
were six bedrooms, three on each side of the hallway. Each room had two 
sets of bunks built right onto the wall, and an odd collection of lamps 
and dressers donated by the various families in my clan over the years.
	The place officially belonged to my mom's oldest sister, my Aunt 
Peggy. However each of the four sisters had a key. People just showed 
up when they felt like it. Sometimes the place was empty. Other times 
all four families were there with guests!
	My mom and my Aunt Susie were to open the place for the summer. 
Our dads would join us on the weekends. Aunt Susie was about 6 years 
younger than mom and had three children, my Cousin Claire who was 8, my 
Cousin Billy who was 5 and little Anne who was 3. The plan was to cram 
the 7 of us in the minivan for the drive to the country.
	My mom and aunt sat in the front seat while Billy, and Anne were 
in the next row of seats, and Brat, Claire and me in the rear. I guess 
they wanted to keep the little kids between the adults and older kids 
so we could control them better.
	We were on the road for about 2 hours when I smelled something 
funny. I normally didn't experience this smell until we got to the 
country. We were still in the suburbs. At first I thought we drove by 
some place that smelled bad, but it stayed with us.
	It was Anne who broke the news, "Mommy, Billy poo-poohed his 
diapies again!". I couldn't believe my ears. Was this my cousin who was 
almost ready to go to school and still wearing diapers?
	Aunt Susie looked back and said, "Oh, Billie-baby, what am I 
going to do with you?" and gave him a pinch on his cheek.
	Mom pitched in, "There's a rest stop about 10 minutes ahead. We 
can pull over there and change him."
	My aunt sighed, "I guess we'll have to. I thought I'd be done 
with this by now."
	That's when something strange happened. Mom motioned for Aunt 
Susie to lean closer to her so they could talk without being overheard 
by Brat and me in the back seat. The only snatches of the conversation 
I caught were, "she could ... yes, she's had training ... I think it 
would be a good experience for her ..."
	My aunt looked back at me and smiled, she then said loud enough 
to hear, "OK, she'll do it."
	I spent the next 10 minutes wondering what "it" I was going to be 
expected to do.
	Mom pulled into the rest area, "OK, everybody. Pit stop."
	Brat pushed himself out of the van even before my aunt and mother 
could get out. Claire and I waited until they unbuckled Anne from her 
car seat at least.
	Aunt Susie yelled at me over the sound of a passing truck so 
everyone in the rest area could hear, "Erica, be a dear and get Billy's 
diaper bag out of the back. It's the blue denim one with the flowers on 
it."
	My mom escorted Anne and Aunt Susie took Billy by the hand and we 
all walked towards the rest rooms with me bringing up the rear carrying 
the heavy blue bag. As I watched the parade it struck me. Here is a 5-
year-old boy being taken to the women's room.
	When we got to the women's room, my aunt pulled down the changing 
table and Billy got up on it. She pulled off his obviously wet shorts 
and wrinkled her nose at the smell. I put the bag on the table next to 
Billy. That's when mom said, "Erica, do you want to help your aunt 
change Billy?"
	I wasn't facing a mirror, so I couldn't see my jaw drop. I 
recovered rather quickly, "Sure mom." I was expecting my first 
diapering to be an infant, not my 5-year-old boy cousin!
	I stepped forward. There, legs splayed out was Billie with a 
diaper instead of underwear. They were dirty diapers, even I could see 
that. My training "kicked in" and I made to undo the tabs at the sides 
of the diaper. I stole a quick look at my aunt who smiled at me as much 
to say, "Keep going, you are doing a good job."
	I pulled the diaper back and was met with the yellow stained 
front, and a tarry mess that was his poop. What did this kid eat to 
make it so messy and so smelly? I used the front of the diaper to wipe 
away most of his poop and threw it away. My aunt stepped in and handed 
me some wipes. I did everything the Red Cross course told me to do.
	I got him cleaned up and dry. It was only then that I could pay 
attention to his penis and testicles. They were bigger than on the boy-
doll I saw in class. I wanted to touch them and feel what they felt 
like, but as much as I was curious, I was also aware that there were 
many eyes on us.
	A couple of girls about Billy's age stopped by to inspect what I 
was doing. One of them said, "Mommy, why is that big boy having his 
diapers changed." Her mother tried to hush her and usher her outside 
quickly.
	I got the diaper on fairly square. My aunt said to my mother, 
"You know, we still have a couple of more hours to go. I'd rather not 
have to stop again if we don't have to." Turning to me she said, "Why 
don't you put a second diaper on him. That should hold him until we get 
to the cabin."
	I did and the results looked rather humorous. The diapers bulged 
out in all proportions. "How are we going to get his shorts on over all 
this?" I asked.
	"We don't," my aunt responded, "He'll just have to go out in his 
diapees."
	We gathered up our stuff and made ready to leave when I asked, 
"What about Anne. Doesn't she need to be changed too?"
	Anne answered for herself, "I don't have to have my diapers 
changed. I'm a big girl." with exaggerated emphasis on the "I" and 
"I'm."
	"Anne's been potty trained for about a year now." my aunt 
informed us. Turning to me, she asked, "Would you like to help me out 
and change Billy while we are up in the country?"
	"Sure," I said, not believing my luck.
	Claire remained silent through all of this. Finally, she spoke, 
"What about me? Can I change Billy's diapers, too?"
	"We'll see." was my aunt's attempt at temporizing the situation.
	We trooped back to the van accompanied by the stares of 
onlookers. I am sure they weren't looking at mom, my aunt, Claire, Anne 
or me.
	We had to coax Brat out of a tree he had climbed. If it were up 
to me, I would have left him there, and if I were feeling in a generous 
mood, I would consider picking him up on the way back. It was a good 
thing for him that mom and my aunt were in charge.
	The rest of the trip was uneventful except for the feeling I had 
of doing a very adult thing of changing a diaper on a real person. I 
was so proud of myself.

My Trip to the Country
Part II
by Jennifer Mueller

	Once we got to the cabin my mom and aunt made room assignments. 
Mom and auntie took a room each to herself. Anne, Claire and I were 
assigned to a room, and Brat and Billy had their room. I immediately 
laid claim to the top bunk.
	"Which bed will Billy be sleeping in?" my aunt asked.
	"I think we'll put him here," mom said, indicating one of the 
lower bunks.
	"Good, I'll get the plastic sheets. Erica, Claire, would you two 
girls give me a hand?"
	Brat was the one who had objections, "Do I have to sleep with 
poopie-drawers here?"
	"Brad!" mom said angrily, "Billy is your cousin. He can't help it 
if he still poops his diapers. Don't talk about him that way. I don't 
ever want to hear you say something like that ever again. Do you 
understand me, young man?"
	"Yes, mom," he muttered.
	Like I said, Brat does stupid things at times.
	Once we got settled in, I asked my aunt, "Do you think it's time 
to change Billy again? I think his diaper is dirty again."
	She smiled at me, "It probably is, but we are going to eat in 
about an hour. We'll change and bathe him after dinner."
	Dinner was sumptuous, consisting of hot dogs and macaroni and 
cheese. I lived on that stuff in the summer. Mom made Brat take out the 
garbage, and Claire and I were put on KP doing the dishes. We were 
still at it when Brat came back in and started complaining about the 
TV. "What's wrong with this thing?" he asked. "There's only three 
channels and they're all snowy."
	"Nothing," mom replied, "It's called an aerial, and it's what 
they used before cable. We don't have cable here."
	"So get a satellite." Brat countered.
	"Sure, and we'll take the bill out of your allowance."
	That shut him up quick - stupid.
	Once dinner was done, my aunt announced, "OK kids, it's time to 
clean up and get in your jammies."
	We all were about to complain until she said, "You don't have to 
go to bed right away. We can have ice cream once dinner has settled."
	For the offer of ice cream, I would do just about anything. 
Normally I wear a nightie to bed, but in this rustic environment, I 
chose fleece running shorts and flannel top. Mom told me to pack warm. 
It gets cold at night in the country, summer though it was. The other 
thing about it was that I could tramp around in front of my brother and 
cousin without them seeing anything.
	"Brad, you're first," mom ordered, "followed by Claire and Erica. 
Don't make a mess in there, Brad. And Erica, don't be all day in there. 
We all have to use that bathroom."
	With the expected amount of grumbling we each took our turn in 
the latrine. There was no other name for it. There was two of 
everything in there including urinals. Even I, in my sheltered 
existence, knew what a urinal was.
	Finally, it came to wash and dress Anne and Billy. That's when my 
next surprise came. My aunt called me, "Your mom is busy cleaning up. I 
was wondering if you could give me a hand with Anne and Billy." Would 
I!
	What I said though was, "Sure, what do I have to do."
	"Well Anne can pretty much take care of herself, but I do wash 
her hair. I want you to do the same with Billy. Make sure he washes 
everywhere." I pondered what "everywhere" meant. What's more, I was 
going to watch my cousin take a shower, and actually help him take it.
	Billy wasn't a big boy, but he wasn't a baby, either. I guess 
that makes me more of a grown up than I thought.
	Anne had no problem whatsoever being naked in front of anyone. 
Billy, I could tell, really didn't like the idea, especially of being 
naked in front of girls, but something also told me that he had 
accepted it as his lot in life.
	We got in the bathroom and I undressed Billy. He had another load 
in his diaper, though this one was hardly as messy as the one he had in 
the van. Anne peeked around her mom to look at us and said in her 
shrill voice, "poo-poo diaper, poo-poo Billy." over and over again.
	"Enough of that, Anne," her mother admonished. I found it odd 
that my 3-year old cousin was teasing her big brother. But I guess she 
had the right to. She was potty trained, and he wasn't. That had to 
make her feel superior even though she was two years younger.
	I ran the water and checked to see that it was a comfortable 
temperature before letting Billy get in. My aunt was tending to Anne 
when she announced, "Well, it doesn't make much sense to wash their 
hair if we don't have shampoo, does it? Erica, can you keep an eye on 
both of them while I go get it?" Without waiting for an answer, she 
left.
	This was my opportunity. I looked at Billy and said, 'Turn and 
face me. Your mom told me that I had to make sure you were clean 
everywhere. Let me check." The first place I checked was his penis. It 
was squishy and rubbery. There wasn't anything on my body analogous to 
it. I didn't have time to examine it to my curiosity's content since my 
aunt returned quickly. I did notice that when I let it go it was 
sticking out a little more than before I touched it.
	We got the kids out of the shower, and dried them off. Anne was 
slipped into a nightshirt and with a token swat on her behind sent off 
to join the rest of the family. Aunt Susie and I diapered Billy and put 
a short shirt on him. Apparently, Billy was going to be running around 
in diapers for most of the time we were up here.
	We spent the evening playing board games, cheating at card games, 
and telling tales. Oh yes, and eating chocolate chip ice cream.
	"OK, boys and girls," mom announced, "It's time for lights out. 
Reveille will be at oh-five-hundred," she chuckled. I had no idea what 
oh-five-hundred was, but it sounded early. However, I wasn't concerned. 
As early as the threat sounded, it sounded even less serious.
	Aunt Susie tucked Anne in and Claire was already in bed, and I 
was on my way to bed when my aunt asked me, "Could you do Billy's 
bedtime diaper change? I want to sit on the porch and talk with your 
mom."
	Me? Do a solo? "You bet!" I said with my excitement reflecting in 
my voice.
	I laid him out on the rug in the kitchen, right there in the open 
and undid his diaper. It wasn't too wet, but he needed a change. What 
caught my attention was his penis. It wasn't small and squishy anymore. 
It was big and hard. It must have been at least three inches long and 
it stuck straight up all on its own.
	Then it happened. He made pee. It squirted right out of his penis 
like a yellow fountain. I guess the cold must have made it happen. I 
know when I get a chill I feel like peeing sometimes. He kept peeing 
just like that for about a minute, making a mess all over him and the 
rug. Mental note to self: Put a pad or a sheet of plastic under a baby 
when diapering it, particularly if it's a boy. It was a rookie mistake.
	I cleaned up the mess as best I could and diapered Billy and sent 
him on to bed. I took the rug outside to hang over the railing. My mom 
asked me what I was doing and I explained it to her. Both she and my 
aunt bust out laughing. "Don't feel too bad," mom said, "Brad did the 
same thing to me, only he peed over his head to the other end of the 
table and into my tea cup!" "We'll clean the rug tomorrow."
	I took the opportunity of being alone with the adult women to ask 
a question that was nagging me all day, "How come Billy still needs 
diapers, but Anne doesn't?"
	My aunt and mother looked at each other as much as to say, "What 
do we say?" Mom was first to speak, "It was the same way with you and 
Brad. You were out of diapers by the time you were two. Brad was almost 
four before he was out of diapers even during the day. I still had a 
problem with him and accidents at night up to a couple of years ago."
	My aunt chipped in, "You see, it's like this. Girls grow up 
faster than boys."
	"That's it?" I thought. I needed to know more, "What do you mean, 
grow up faster."
	"Well take a look around you. Claire is 8, and already she's 
almost as tall as Brad."
	"Yeah, I noticed that. A lot of the girls in my class are taller 
than the boys."
	"Well, boys mature slower than girls. For example, girls can get 
pregnant and have a baby when they are, well, quite frankly, your age." 
Here my aunt shot a look at my mother as if to search for permission to 
continue.
	My mom nodded in return. "She knows, Susie. At least I think she 
does."
	"Boys typically aren't old enough to make sperm until they are 
older."
	This talk brought all of my sex education back to me. They told 
us how the sperm went up the vagina and fertilized the egg, and how 
babies grew inside women, and even how they came out. (I still can't 
believe something a big as a baby can come out of an opening that 
small. But as crazy as that idea sounds, it beats the stork theory).
	They also taught us that the testicles make sperm and it comes 
out the penis. From this I was able to deduce that the boy put his 
penis in the girl and "peed" his sperm into her. The course was a 
little fuzzy on how the sperm got from point A to point B.
	"So Billy isn't old enough to 'pee sperm?'" I asked.
	"No, he isn't." Aunt Susie responded.
	"And Brad, he isn't old enough too?"
	Both mom and my aunt nodded, but mom added, "It's possible, but 
not likely, yet. He might be in a year or two."
	"How does a boy decide when he pees and makes sperm?" I asked.
	"It's not that simple." My aunt replied, "Come sit with us."
	I spent what seemed like the next couple of hours talking with my 
aunt and mother about what being a woman was really about. It felt 
really good to be included in such an adult conversation with grown 
women.
	I even had my questions answered about erections. I had wondered 
why sometimes Billy's penis was small and soft, and sometimes it was 
big and stiff. I was surprised to find out that boys didn't have 
control over this, too. There seemed to be a lot of things about boys' 
bodies that they couldn't control. In fact, when it came to erections, 
I came to the conclusions that even though the boys can't control them, 
girls could make them have them!
	It was very late when we finished our discussion and I had enough 
things to think about as tired as I was.
	My aunt wrapped up the conversation with, "Now if you have any 
more questions about this, see your mom or me. We will answer anything 
you ask."
	I collected a warm hug from both my aunt and mother and went off 
to bed.

My Trip to the Country
Part III
by Jennifer Mueller

	I got up the next morning to the noise of the television. Brat 
was still trying to get that thing to work so he could watch cartoons. 
His efforts had the whole house up at 6 AM!
	My mom and aunt busied themselves with making breakfast amidst 
yawns. Brat and Anne were sent off to wash up. Claire got the job of 
stripping the wet sheet off of her brother's bed, while I got to change 
him on the floor. This time I let him have a pillow for his head. The 
rest of him was laying on the hard floor.
	Now that mom and auntie explained what to look for I could pay 
more attention to what Billy had "down there." Claire and Anne also had 
an interest, but I had no idea what their thoughts were about it.
	Billy had a particularly messy load this morning. I don't know 
how he did it, but he even had it around front. I looked at Claire and 
asked, "Are you sure that you still want to do this?"
	"Eww, no," she said wrinkling her nose. "That's gross."
	She was right of course; it was gross. But changing diapers, even 
poopy diapers, has its compensations. I was in charge of my Cousin 
Billy. I had control over another human being. I liked that feeling. 
First of all, it made me feel grown up, and secondly I felt like I was 
special just for being a girl. That talk I had last night opened my 
eyes to a lot of things about boys; mostly how weak and vulnerable they 
are, and how we girls have a responsibility to take care of them.
	I looked at Brat and asked him the same question. "Are you 
kidding?" he responded, "Changing diapers is for girls."
	"Yeah," I thought, "changing diapers is for girls. Only the girls 
are doing the changing, and it's the boys being changed."
	I cleaned up Billy and as I was cleaning around his penis, it got 
hard again. I now knew the reason for this (or at least I thought so). 
I left him that way for a while. I wasn't sure if he was going to pee 
again. He didn't and his erection went down, so I powdered him and 
"closed him up." Since we were planning on going outside, he was 
allowed to wear shorts but you could tell that he had diapers on under 
them.
	After breakfast, we spent poking around the woods around the 
house to the continuous admonishments of our parents, "Don't go too 
far. Stay together all of you." Our mobility was limited as long as 
Anne and Billy were with us.
	Finally I convinced my mother to let Claire and me go to the 
store to buy some candy. The store wasn't all that far away and it was 
right down the road, so it was pretty safe. We got the usual lecture to 
look out for cars. This was hardly needed, as cars were so few on the 
road, we were bound to notice them. To my dismay, mom made us take Brat 
along who didn't seem to be all that happy about the prospect about 
hanging around with girls.
	However, given a choice between hanging around with girls or 
hanging around with babies, he chose what he considered the lesser of 
two evils. At least he stopped obsessing about trying to make the TV 
work.
	Although the store was about a mile away, and we were healthy 
kids who could walk pretty fast, it took us a long time to get there. 
We stopped and looked at the cows and horses on some of the farms. We 
went off the path to look at interesting things. Billy got chased by a 
farmer for climbing on some piece of farm equipment. Claire wanted to 
pick some flowers.
	We got to the store and made our purchases and sat outside the 
store eating the candy and chips and drinking the soda. "OK, guys," I 
said looking at my watch, "We better be getting back or we'll be late 
for lunch."
	Not too much happened on the way back other than Brat tearing his 
pants while climbing a fence so he could get to a stream to take a 
drink. We also waited as he hiked into some trees to "relieve himself." 
Although he was behind a tree, and totally hidden from our view, Claire 
and I could hear his pee splattering against the tree. We looked at 
each other and giggled. "Stupid boys," I muttered even though I was 
thinking that there was at least one advantage to having a penis.
	When we got back to the cabin, we found it a beehive of activity, 
literally. There were bees or hornets buzzing around everywhere. But 
they weren't the only ones buzzing around. My mom was in a near panic. 
She was running around screaming "Susie's been bit. Susie's been bit!"
	I was able to calm her down enough to gather what happened. My 
aunt went outside to clean up a bit, and when she moved a branch she 
disturbed a nest of something or other. The something or others weren't 
happy about being disturbed and hundreds of them attacked her before 
she could get into the house.
	My aunt did not look good. She had sting marks all over her, and 
she was swelling up everywhere.
	I could see that mom was torn about what to do. My Red Cross 
training took over. I delegated myself to handle the non-emergency and 
picked an available adult to take care of the emergency. "Mom!" I 
shouted to get her attention. "You take Aunt Susie to the hospital. 
Don't worry about things here. I will take care of the kids."
	Mom saw the sense in that. She gave me a "but" and I cut her off. 
"Look you don't have time to pack us all up. I can make peanut butter 
sandwiches. We won't starve."
	She pushed her cell phone into my hand forgetting that it didn't 
work out here. She turned to the rest of the kids and announced, 'Erica 
is in charge. You will pay attention to her. Don't do anything unless 
she tells you you can do it. Don't leave the cabin." With that she was 
in the van with my aunt and driving off.

My Trip to the Country
Part IV
by Jennifer Mueller

	I was able to convince the other kids to stay in the cabin. There 
was no sense going outside while there were things still buzzing around 
waiting to sting us.
	Lunch was uneventful and uninspiring. I made the promised peanut 
butter and jelly sandwiches although Anne insisted on breakfast cereal.
	Claire took to my command rather readily. She was willing to do 
whatever I asked her to do to help out. Brat, on the other hand, was 
giving me a lot of push back. "You can't tell me what to do; you're not 
mom."
	"I am mom until she gets back. You heard her. I am in charge." I 
had the urge to take him over my knee and spank some sense into him. 
Instead I tried logic, "Look. We are all in this together. I need your 
help. Mom and auntie are gone, and Claire and I can't take care of Anne 
and Billy by ourselves. Will you give me a break?"
	I was amazed; that actually sunk in! However, Brat gave me 
another problem: one I did not anticipate. By mid-afternoon he was 
complaining about feeling sick, and shortly thereafter, he threw up. 
I've seen him do things like this before like when he ate an entire box 
of chocolates in one sitting, but he didn't do anything stupid like 
that today. Or did he?
	Then I remembered that he drank out of the stream. Who knows what 
was in that stream. Like I keep saying he does stupid things a lot.
	He was feeling really bad and I had him lie down. I thought he 
was disobeying my order when I saw him get out of the bed and run to 
the bathroom. I could hear him exclaim, "oh shit!" and I knew he was in 
trouble. Without thinking I followed him into the bathroom.
	He was sitting there with his pants and underwear down around his 
knees. His legs and clothes were covered with a watery brown mess. 
There even was a trail on the floor leading to the toilet.
	I felt his forehead; it was hot and sweaty. I let him sit there a 
while and I could hear some splats as he lost control of his bowels.
	"Are you feeling well enough to take a shower?" I asked after a 
while. He nodded. Then he looked at me.
	"Oh, no. I am not leaving you alone. You are sick and weak and I 
am not going to leave you alone. Now get up and get into that shower!"
	I yelled out the door, "Claire get in here, I need you."
	"But," Brat protested.
	"What?" I asked.
	"You're girls!"
	"So smart of you to figure that out. Don't give me an argument. 
Just get up." Apparently he was feeling too sick to fight back.
	By this time Claire was in the bathroom. She stopped short at the 
sight.
	I ignored Brat for the moment and turned to her. "Get the rags 
and buckets and rubber gloves from under the sink in the kitchen."
	I turned back to Brat. "Well, are you going to sit there all day, 
or are you going to get up and take a shower!" He saw the logic in that 
argument and got up. By this time Claire was back with the cleaning 
materials. She took him all in. Brat was flushed with fever, but I 
swear I saw him blush.
	Brat took his shower while Claire and I cleaned up. I put his 
clothes in the bucket and sent Claire out with it and to keep an eye on 
Anne and Billy. Fortunately they were occupied looking at a very snowy 
cartoon on the TV.
	Brat got out of the shower and immediately sat back down on the 
toilet and released another splat.
	"This won't do at all, Brad. When you get done, meet me outside."
	Brat looked around, "Where's my clothes? I can't go out there 
without clothes."
	"Your clothes are outside soaking in a bucket and you are not 
getting them back until you get better. I can get you a shirt. As for 
the lower half, I'm putting you in Billy's diapers."
	"You can't do that," he said as another spasm of pain came over 
his face.
	"I can, and I'm going to." I said as I left.
	Brat came out of the bathroom holding his hands over his crotch.
	"It's too late for that Brad. Claire and I've already seen what 
you have. Billy's another boy, and Anne is just too young to be 
impressed with what you have or don't have."
	I pointed to a white towel laid out on the floor with a diaper 
already unfolded and ready for him to lay down on. "Now get down, and 
we'll take care of you."
	He laid down and I said, "Open your legs. I need to check 
something."
	He objected when I placed my finger against his anus. "Hold 
still," I told him, "You're running a fever, and I have to take your 
temperature."
	"You can't do that!" he objected.
	"When are you going to get it through your head that I can do 
anything I want with you. Now lie still. I've learned how to do this. 
It won't hurt you. Stop being such a baby." Inwardly I was thinking 
that's exactly what he looks like: a baby.
	Brat began crying. I know it wasn't from pain. I didn't have the 
thermometer in that deep. I think it was because he was embarrassed by 
being so helpless and being the center of attention all at the same 
time. Even Anne and Billy found my show more interesting than what was 
on the TV.
	I pulled the thermometer out and read the temperature, "101. Not 
too bad, but we have to get you in bed, but not before we get some 
liquids in you."
	I pulled the diaper around Brat's body as well as I could. They 
were toddler size and Brat was almost twice the size of the average 
toddler, so they didn't go all the way around. They at least covered 
the important parts. I pinned up the white towel as a makeshift diaper 
to hold it all in place. Being that it was white, it looked just as 
good as an actual diaper.
	I gave him a shirt to put on. "Where's my pants?" he asked.
	"You won't be wearing them for a while. We need to keep your butt 
accessible in case you have to go again."
	I coaxed him to sit at the table and drink some 7-UP. He didn't 
like 7-UP, but it was the only thing we had without caffeine. There was 
no sense in upsetting his stomach any more than we had to.
	He complained once again when he got back to his bedroom and sat 
on the bed. There was a crinkling, rustling sound. I had Claire put on 
a plastic sheet.
	Brat was one sick puppy for the rest of the afternoon. He had 
several more bowel movements and was developing a rash. He was also 
getting too weak to take a shower. Well, maybe not, but I didn't want 
to chance it. So I laid him on the floor in the kitchen to clean and 
change him. He no longer complained, and seemed less concerned that his 
sister and his cousins were witnessing his humiliating experience.
	In fact, he rather liked when I applied the ointment. I think he 
would have actually enjoyed it if he didn't have the sores that 
required treatment.
	By evening, Brat was recovering a little. I decided to keep him 
in diapers "just in case." His temperature was going down, and he 
seemed to be over the worst of it. Although the changes were now due 
mostly to minor spotting, he insisted that I use the ointment. He asked 
if I would rub it on his penis "just to protect it," he said. I knew 
better but complied with his wishes because I was still curious about 
how this organ worked. Not that I had to touch it at all. He started 
having erections all by himself at diaper change time.
	Claire noticed it too and when she asked about it, I imparted my 
newly learned knowledge to her. She experimented with her own brother. 
Yes, she changed his diapers. I had to give her a crash course on 
diaper changing. I couldn't keep up with both boys. I intended on 
telling my aunt that she was up to the task and should be allowed to 
diaper him all the time.
	Things settled down. We put our boys to bed. Billy was just plain 
tired and went down at about 8 PM. Brat was exhausted from his sickness 
and went to bed shortly after that. I hoped he would sleep through the 
night.
	I made some tea for Claire and me. I had a glass of milk for 
Anne. As we sat there sipping our drinks I remarked, "Well, isn't this 
something. Here are us girls relaxing for the evening after diapering 
our baby brothers and tucking them into bed."

Epilogue:

	Mom came back with my aunt at about 11 PM. My aunt got a shot and 
was a lot better. Mom was very impressed with the way Claire and I 
handled the boys and Anne while they were gone. By the next day 
everything was back to normal with the exception that Claire was 
allowed to diaper her brother. We enjoyed the next couple of weeks in 
the country. I didn't want to go home.
	I was sitting in my room wondering what to do with the rest of my 
summer. I planned to tell Gina all about my diapering experiences with 
my cousin and my brother, but would she believe me?
	There was a knock at my door. Brat stuck his head in. He had a 
towel in his hand. In the other hand was a tube of ointment. "I think 
I'm sick," he said. "Would you take my temperature, and diaper me up 
just in case?"