Postal Order Summary: 20 years old and living on his own, Jack Carter has no idea how much a parcel from the Post man will change his life. My name is Jack Carter, and this is my story. 3 Months Ago "Don't leave the parcel there!" I yelled at the postman. He looked at me, questioning why it was that I shouted at him. I stopped running up the stairs for a moment and looked at him. His eyes caught my gaze, crystal blue eyes. I stopped staring and nodded towards the street out side. The dry road wound out into the dusty hills, flanked by children, rusting cars and ramshackle houses. Most people refer to this place as Bleak Hill, a place for people who have lost their way in life, for people who have given up trying to be successful. Entire families live here, some people not even knowing what the real world is like and what wonders they could explore. "In here is my home" I declared, "not the concrete pavement". The Postman nodded and moved the parcel into the house, carefully placing the package on the polished sideboard that ran along the back wall. I turned and stepped down the stairs to sign the docket, the shirt swung over my shoulder rubbed against the front of my smooth muscled abs. The hot weather preventing me from wearing it, instead I fan myself with its light cotton material. I noticed the young postman staring. His eyes captivated mine again, they were so clear, his face rounded and smooth, and he was by far the best looking postal worker I'd ever seen. His features and smile reminded me of the star of a TV show played by Wentworth Miller. For a moment I thought he was looking at my stomach then I realised he was looking lower. He noticed me looking at his eyes and stepped back. "You're not my usual postal worker?" I asked quickly. The postal man stopped and glanced into my eyes, as if wondering how I'd even noticed he was a different person to the usual man. "Yes, sorry sir, Mickey has been signed off� following a fall". The postal man stated with a little hesitation as he looked at my body again. He stepped forward while moving his gaze up to my face, "you don't look like the usual type of person that you'd find living in this area?" The man asked with a slightly hushed voice. For a moment I wondered what he meant, had he guessed I was gay, was it the clean floor that gave it away, or was it my toned body? I frowned at him and asked what he meant. "Sorry sir" he quickly corrected, "I just meant, your so young, normally a person in this area doesn't get his own place until his parents move on, if you know what I mean?" said the postal worker. "Well I guess I'm just a bit special," I said as I looked him in the eye and smiled. The postal worker looked me in the eye and smiled back, "that you are" he said as he tapped the small box and grinned again. He turned to leave the small room as I picked up and began to open the small parcel. As he walked out I found that I couldn't stop myself from looking after him, I mean he was cute, with a really cute ass, I thought to myself 'Wentworth Miller eat your heart out!' I found myself staring and just couldn't stop myself. Without thinking I removed the contents of the parcel, my gaze still on him my hands felt that they were holding something unexpected. For a moment I glanced down, wondering what this thing was. I took my gaze off this new man and in my hand I saw a big pacifier. It was like the one a baby would have but only bigger. I stared at it for a moment, wondering who or why someone would send me such a thing. Then I realised the postal worker was walking away. I ran to the door to call him back, a part of me thinking that he would be able to tell me who sent it, but as I looked out along the street I saw he was gone. I walked back in to my house and closed the front door behind me. Inspecting the parcel further I found a note hidden behind the mailing address. Carefully I removed it, opening it up to see what it said. "Good things come in three's, just trust your feelings and you will be free" What did this mean, I asked myself. In one hand I had a big pacifier, and in the other I had a cryptic note with no sender details or even a name. My mind raced, and then from nowhere I found myself thinking about the postal worker. I walked to the sideboard and placed the pacifier and letter down and walked to the trash can to dispose of the wrapping. All I could think about was the postal worker, what was it about him that had captivated me so much. It was like magic, something about the way he looked just had me hooked! His cute short cropped dirty blonde hair and dazzling blue crystal eyes, and that arse it just looked so good, so fine and perfect. I stopped for a minute and pulled myself back into reality, I mean what am I doing lusting after an 18 year old postal worker? Then I thought about it again and realised who wouldn't! I mean, I'm only 20 but even still, he was so cute he made me feel old. Perhaps that was the irony of the whole scene, a young kid doing a responsible job while I the responsible adult with a house ends up stood alone in his living room with a pacifier in my hand. But you know what's even scarier? I think I like the feeling! The next week went by and was pretty average by any account. The rota at the saw mill meant that I was on early shifts for 6 days. By the last day on early shift, I couldn't wait for a lie in. Getting up at 5am was not my idea of a good work/life balance. For 6 days no more parcels had come, in fact I'd only had one letter and that was from my bank. In my kitchen I stood cutting some fruit for breakfast while I watched the sun rise over the valley that rolled out into the distance. A certain peace always hovered over morning. Only the birds and the Bee's hummed around, even the local children were still in bed or at least still in their houses watching morning cartoons. My peace was shattered by the doorbell ringing. I trundled over to the door and through the glass I could see the cap of a postal worker. I opened the door excitedly and found that my new lovely postie was stood there, smiling as usual with just one letter in his hand. He reached out and passed me the letter. "I'm sure you could have got this through the letter box" I stated in a matter of fact way. He blushed a little and smiled back, "Sorry sir, it's a special delivery letter, I need you sign for it". Sure enough the stamp on the letter said special delivery. I signed the docket on the palm top pc and passed the device back to him. "Thanks buddy" I said as I stepped backwards into the house. "No problem" he said while he just stood there, not moving or anything. He just stood there and smiled at me. For a moment I wondered what he wanted now. "Do I have to give the postie a tip now too?" I joked. He grinned and broke his stare "maybe" he said. He turned and began to walk away but for a moment looked back over his shoulder and remarked "I certainly wouldn't say no". And then he walked away back out on to the street. God I thought, my heart was just racing, going wild with hormones and endorphins. This is just crazy I thought to my self. Part of me was angry that this guy thought he could come to my house and play games with my mind, but another more rational part of my mind argued that maybe it was just me. After all, this guy isn't just coming to my house for the sake of it, he's my post man and he's just doing his job. My thoughts calmed down and my pulse slowed. As much as it was just his job, he was damn hot and looked really good doing it. I decided not to think about it anymore, instead I turned my attention to the letter in my hand that was so important that it needed a delivering in special class rather than standard first class. I tore at the seam and ripped the top of the letter open, reaching inside and pulling out the little paper booklet and the letter that accompanied it. The letter read: Dear Sir. Thank you for your response to our recent survey on stress in the workplace. While we understand that employers in the 21st century are taking every reasonable step to ensure that they a helping to relieve work related stress, we at Aby Co believe that people also need to make adjustments at home to help their home life compliment their relaxation regime. With this is mind we are delighted to offer you an introductory discount booklet for all of our leading products. Including coupons that give you access to a number of free products. Please feel free to contact any of our stores for further advise. Yours faithfully Director Public Relations ABY Co. I stopped for a minute as I considered who this was from. I've never completed a survey I thought. This was all very strange. I opened the book of coupons and flicked through the pages. I couldn't believe it as I looked at what was there. I was 25 coupons all saying "Free coupon: One pack free with this coupon". 'One pack of what?' I wondered as I looked at it. I turned around to put the letter down on the sideboard when I noticed another odd article. Resting there on the sideboard was the big pacifier from the last parcel the postie had dropped off. Part of me was wondering if someone was having a joke. I placed the book of coupons and the letter down on the side and told myself that I would speak to the postie next time he comes to see if he can help me find out who's sending this junk mail. For the next week or so nothing happened. I regularly slept in until mid morning, missing the postie completely. Not that anything interesting had been delivered. Only the occasional government letter or junk mail had arrived. Until just under 3 weeks after my first parcel had been delivered, my third parcel was delivered. And, my god, did I have no idea what today would have in store for me when I woke up! Chapter 2 Today is Tuesday and I lay there in bed, enjoying the sun warming the room. A tapping at the front door awoke me from my slumber. Stretching out I cursed at having to get up. The warmth of the sheets is so quickly lost when you have to abandon them for even a moment. I quickly ran down the stairs in just my A&F shorts, slid across the polished wooden floor and swung the front door open as I stopped. Outside was the postal worker again. The very same Wentworth Miller look alike postal worker! I stopped, surprised that I was again having another parcel delivered! "Hey Mr. Carter" the young man said with a smile as he stood there on the doorstep. "I got another package for ya", he announced as he extended his palm top computer to me for me to sign the docket. Down on the floor was a large package, the size of a big shoebox. I stared at it for a minute and didn't know what to make of it. "I didn't order anything" I quizzed. "It's got your name on the box sir," he politely stated. I looked again, closer and more carefully. It did indeed have my name on it. I took the palm top from him and scribbled my name. "Thank you" I said as I passed it back to him. He stopped for a minute and then asked "would you like me to bring it in for you?" He smiled again, a smile that just warmed me, disarmed me, made me just want to hug him and hold him. I couldn't help but think for a moment how strange it was that this guy should be a postal worker. He seemed like he could have done so much better in life. Not that I don't appreciate the excellent and important job that postal workers carry out every day across the world, but this guy just had something about him. "Yes," I answered. He bent down and carefully picked up the box. I couldn't help but look at him as he did it. His cute ass, perfect and rounded sticking out, his shirt riding up an inch or too revealing his smooth back and a little bit of white plastic like material that was poking out from his pants. I didn't think anything of it though. It was just a cute ass! He brought the package in and placed it down again on the wooden floor. "Would you like a drink?" I blurted out without even realising. For a moment I kicked myself subconsciously as my mind raced to find something to say to explain why I'd made such a random offer. Before I could say anything he gave me an answer. "Yes that would be great" his grin even bigger than before. Yes? Yes? I asked myself. Had he really just said yes?!! I must still be dreaming I thought. I was lost for words. I was shocked that I'd asked such a question and amazed that he'd given such an unexpected response. I stood there for a moment, motionless, I didn't even see him move as he came close and gently kissed me on the lips while stuffing a note into the open hand. He stepped back and smiled again, his eyes entrancing me. "Wear your new outfit" he said as he turned around and walked out the door. I stood on the same spot as I watched him walk out of the door and disappear around the corner. For a moment I actually thought my heart had stopped. On the polished wooden floor stood the new parcel, my thoughts returned to it. And then my hand reminded me that it was holding some scrunched up paper. I un-ravelled the creases and read the note. "141, Holbourne Avenue, 7pm tomorrow night, wear your new outfit!" Wow, I commented to myself, I've got a date. But what did he mean by "wear my new outfit"? I put the crumpled note down on the sideboard next to the collection of other items that had been recently delivered by the postie. I looked at them for a moment and wondered if I'd ever find out who was posting all these things to me. Looking at the parcel on the floor part of me decided that it was really quite unlikely. I picked the package up and took it into the kitchen, placing it on the wooden counter and stepping back to give it another thought before I opened it. 'It's bigger that all the rest' I pondered. 'Suppose I'll never know what's in it until I open it though' I told myself. Picking up a knife I carefully cut open the tape holding the lid of the box down. Folding back the cardboard I found another piece of cardboard covering the entire top of the package. I almost felt like a kid on Christmas morning again, opening a surprise parcel with an excited grin. I mean it could have been anything, but that didn't matter, the fact was that it was something and I wanted to know what. As I took the last bit of card out that stood between me and the goods inside I could finally see what was in there. At one side there was a large package, written on it were the words "Abri-Form X-Plus" next to it was what appeared to be a blanket and another smaller box. I removed the package first, it was quite firm, as I removed it I could finally see what it was. I stopped for a minute and just held it there 'Diapers?' I thought to myself. 'Why would anyone send me diapers? These look big enough to fit me?' I put the package down on the counter and didn't know what to make of it for a minute, then I remembered that I'd been sent a pacifier 3 weeks ago, now big diapers and who knows what else. One thing for sure was that I had no idea of why I was being sent these things but I sure wanted to find out. I reached into the parcel again and took out the other smaller box. On the side of it was the word 'Avent', and through the small plastic window on the side of the box I could see what looked like a baby bottle. I put this down on the counter with the diapers and proceeded to take the last blanket light item out. I held it up and let it open before me. It was made of soft fleece and was big enough to cover me, with a zipper down the front and at the bottom it even had feet sewn on. I realised that this was a big footed sleeper, the kind babies have but bigger. I put this down on the counter again and wondered what on earth was going on. I grabbed the box off the counter and was about to rip it up when I noticed one last thing in the bottom � a note. "Hi again sexy. Don't forget to wear your new out fit. Once you put it on you'll never go back" What the?? I stepped back from the box and the note. 'What they hells going on here' I thought to myself. I decided that tomorrow morning I'd be awake in time for the postie. I wanted to know who was sending me these things and I wanted to know why the postie had said almost the exact same thing to me when he was hear as was in the bottom of the parcel he was delivering. This couldn't be coincidence. The next morning came by quickly; I hadn't slept much over the night. I kept wondering who it was that was sending me these things. Part of me was also feeling strange about what to do with these items as well. I didn't want to throw them out, in fact part of me wanted to keep them, but then again, to be found with these things would just be wrong. I waited in the family room from 7am; the postman would have to be here sooner or later. From my front window I could see a fair way up the street and in the sandy distance I could see him. As he got closer I wondered if my eyes were deceiving me, this man looked older. As he got closer still I finally recognised him as Mickey! He must have got better after his fall a few weeks ago. I quickly grabbed a drink as I knew he would be another 5 minutes before he got to my house. As I stood watching him move closer I swigged down my drink, watching as he walked towards my footpath stopping for a moment as he looked in his post bag, and then proceeded to walk on by. I stopped for a moment, not knowing what to do, my instincts took control and I put the glass down and ran to the front door, flinging it open and shouting 'Mickey!' across the dried grass lawn. "Jack!" the old man shouted back as he turned around and headed down the path, "I've not seen you for quite a while" he said with a smile. "I know," I panted. "What can I help you with son?" he asked calmly. I stopped for a minute and wondered what to say, could I really be honest and ask who it was that had been sending me baby clothes and diapers? No, I decided, that wouldn't work too well. "I was just wondering if you had any post for me." I asked gingerly. "Well Jack, I haven't, I've not had anything for you for a while" he remarked. "Oh, it's just I've been getting some parcels from the guy who was covering your shift but nothing else' I explained. For a moment the Mickey looked surprised. "Really?" he said with a frown "what do you mean by 'covering my shift'" he asked. "while you've been off following your fall" I explained. "I haven't had a fall son, I've not even had a day off for a month and a half now" he went on to explain. "To be honest I was wondering if you were still living here, you've only had one letter and that looked like a bank letter". He stopped for a minute and looked me in the eye. My mind was racing, a million questions had come to play and I didn't even know where to start looking for answers. Who was that guy who I thought had been the postie, who had I kissed just yesterday. Why the hell was I even getting these parcels?!! I stopped thinking and looked Mickey sharp in the eyes, "you're not winding me up are you? Is this some kind of joke or something?" "No joke Jack" he reassured, pulling out his time sheet and showing it to me. Sure enough he'd been on shift every day for the last 42 days. I nodded at him and said thanks, bidding him farewell and closing the door. Straight ahead of me through the door in to the kitchen lay the parcel with all the items unpacked around it. I slowly walked towards them stopping to pick up the coupons, note and pacifier from the side board, where I'd left them following other deliveries from this mystery man. I looked at the crumpled note again "141, Holbourne Avenue, 7pm tomorrow night, wear your new outfit!" I read it again and again. Maybe this was where the answers lie? Most of that morning and afternoon were spent pacing around the hallways of my house. I didn't know whether I should do anything at all, or should I just stay in and pretend that nothing had happened. Bin everything and just relax. I couldn't do it though, as much as part of me was scared by what was happening here, another part of me found it totally enthralling, even exciting and horny to some degree. "141 Holbourne Avenue", it doesn't sound like a bad place I told myself. Remembering what the first note said when I found it � 'good things come in three's, just trust your feelings and you will be free' � I made up my mind. I would go tonight, to this mystery house and find out what it is that's going on here. Six pm arrived and I stood in the kitchen looking at the items. I grabbed the diapers, and footed sleeper and ran up the stairs, throwing them on my bed and then running to the bathroom to get some baby powder that I'd got because I like the smell. I rushed back into my bedroom, threw off my t-shirt, socks and shorts and stood there in just my A&F pants. I looked at the package on my bed and realised that I'd made a decision to wear diapers again tonight for the first time in my life. Part of me rationalised it by saying that it's not the first time that I'd worn diapers, but it was the first time that I'd chosen to wear diapers. I ran my hand up my abs and chest trying to rub away the cold feeling that had come over them from standing semi naked in my room. Lowering my hand again I could feel my hard on swelling under the tight cotton of the A&F pants. I couldn't help but gently rub it for a moment. Carefully I slowed down the strokes and began to remove my pants, pulling them off over my tight, smooth, baby soft ass cheeks. Sliding them down my strong, golden brown legs and then tossing them into the corner of the room. I stood completely naked in my room, grabbing hold of the packet of diapers I ripped open the top, grabbed a diaper and unfolded it out onto the bed. Carefully I sat down onto it, leaning back and lifting my knees to get the front around. My mind raced as I did this, my hard on was groaning for attention, I mustn't touch it though I demanded of myself. I pulled the front of the diaper down tight and felt the soft material caress the side of my cock and gently envelop it in the warm material. My hard on pounded into the diaper as I began taping the thick blue and white tapes. My mind was looking into the abyss of ecstasy and driving my cock to be harder than it had ever been before. A week ago, I wouldn't have ever imagined that I'd be putting myself into a diaper and footed sleeper today, not to mention then going to some random house to meet someone who may have already deceived me once as it is. As I rubbed the last tape down to make it stay I ran my hand over the front of the diaper. The soft smooth plastic fabric felt so gentle as my hand glided over it and in the process stimulated my cock into an even more unfathomable frenzy. I grabbed the footed sleeper and stood up. Carefully I put my left foot into the sleeper and then my right foot. Zipping up the front I felt the instant cosy warmth envelop me. It was done. I was a baby again, my mind told me. My cock agreed and swelled and throbbed inside my diaper. My hands wanted to help it but the layers of fleece and diaper stopped them and held them back. 'So this is what it feels like to be a baby' I said to myself. 'its not that bad I concluded'. I walked down the stairs and into my living room with just my pacifier in hand and my car keys in the other hand. It was six thirty which meant time to go. I was lucky with this house, it was one of only a few on the block with a garage built on to it. It meant I didn't have to walk out to the car, just go through my kitchen, into the garage, press the button to open the gate and off I went in my 4x4 pickup truck. I approached the turning into Holbourne Avenue and looked at some of the houses. They were something special indeed. Massive garden walls surrounded spacious lawns and palatial homes. I wondered weather I was doing the right thing. Was this just one big wind up? My throbbing hard on didn't want it to be. The numbers slowly went up until I found it, number 141. I stopped outside the drive way and took in the view. It didn't seem any different to any of the other houses on the street. It had large black iron gates that were left open, up the long drive I could see two cars, one looked like a Mercedes, the other I couldn't make out. They certainly didn't look like the kind of cars a postie would have. Part of me wondered whether I would even see him again. I surely wanted to though, anyone who looks like Wentworth Miller was worth a shot in my book. I decided I'd done enough waiting and turned my car into their drive way. At worst I would show them the note and tell them I'd been invited to a fancy dress party and must have written down the wrong house number. I pulled up behind the Mercedes and got out of my truck. I stopped for a minute to take in the size of the house. I had 4 large window on each side of the main door and was two stories high plus there were windows in the attic. This was it though I thought to myself. Time to shut up and put up. I walked over to the door and knocked the knocker. The glow of warm lighting radiated through the glass panels on each side of the large wooden door. Through the haze I could see a shadow getting closer. I took a deep breath and took one more look at myself in the baby blue sleeper I was wearing. I could see it had an obvious bulge where the diaper was, my pacifier swung lazily on its cord that was attached to my sleeper. I raised my head and looked at the door as it opened revealing another man, or should I say a boy; at least, that was how he was dressed. I looked at his feet first, they were covered in white material that then went into a dark blue material, my gaze followed the legs up and I noticed a very thick diaper bulge under the fleece material. I quickly moved up and looked the person in the eyes, it was him, the postal worker! Stood in the doorway with a pacifier in his mouth, just like the one I had! I couldn't believe it, he'd always looked so cute in his postal uniform but in his footed sleeper, he just looked amazing. He reached out and hugged me, pulling me so close that our cheeks touched and I could feel his smooth face on mine, could smell the sweet scent of baby lotion and powder from his diaper, could feel the gently softness of his sleeper.. "I'm so glad you came" he said with the biggest grin I'd seem him with yet. "I did wonder whether I should" I said promptly, "I don't even know who you are or why I'm stood here dressed like a baby", he looked down at his feet and invited me in. I obliged and he closed the door behind me. "I'm sorry" he said "I didn't know how best to get to know you. Do you like the diapers and sleeper?" he asked. For a moment I was set aback by this, but I did as I'd learnt to and followed my feelings "Yes, I do". Just saying those words sent a shiver up my spine. I don't know why but it felt liberating. 'Yes, I wear diapers and I love it!' I screamed to myself as I grinned from eat to ear. He looked me in the eyes, his eyes making me drown in my own excitement. He stepped forward and closer to me. "I hope you didn't mind me kissing you yesterday" He asked carfully. "No, I didn't mind at all" I replied. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight and caressing my thickly diapered bottom in the process. "Good," he stated. He finished his hug and told me that I should follow him as he began walking up the stairs. The stairway led into a large landing with doors all around it. "this is my room," he indicated as he walked towards the closed door. He reached out, turned the handle and opened the door into the massive space. "It's a nursery" I stated in a matter of fact way. "That's right, and it's all mine� and yours now if you want?" "Really? I mean wow, but I can't I've got a house and a job and how would I live" I had a million emotions running through my mind. This was all such a lot to take in for one day. The boy looked at me and smiled. "You don't have to worry about any of that any more" he said, "it's all been taken care of.. The dockets you signed weren't dockets, they were digital documents to confirm the sale of your house. My big brother has brought your home, and your car. The last docket was used to confirm your resignation with the wood mill" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this can't be for real I thought as I stood there looking at the large double sized crib with rows upon rows of diapers stored under it. This room was it's own world but was this guy being serious? It was clear that who ever lived here had lots of money but to actually be able to pull off this stunt? I don't know, I didn't quite believe it. "So who's going to look after me and what's happened to the money from the sale of my house then?" I asked almost sarcastically. "My big brother will look after both of us. He's such a good guy and he just wants me to be a happy boy and have someone I love around. He's put the money from the sale of your house into an account for you. You don't have to spend it though. He will provide everything. He's already put at extra 100,000$ in the account for you, and he can't get it back out. So it's your money now." I looked at him, his eyes so sincere, his smile so alluring. "Ok, for one night, I'll see how it's going for one night and then we'll see" I promised him. He smiled back and hugged me close. This time though it was different. I could feel myself conceding to defeat. In fact, part of me wanted this defeat. I had to be honest to myself, I fancied this guy badly. I loved the feeling of the diaper wrapped around me, it made fee so secure and I loved the idea of being looked after. This guy was right when he first met me, I didn't suit where I was living, not because I was so young and on my own, but because I am so young and still need to be babied. I flew the nest too early and now it's time to return. I pulled him in close, felt his cheek rub against mine and couldn't hold back this feeling any longer. I turned my head as he turned his and kissed him. His sensual lips invigorating mine, my cock once again awoke from its slumber. The boy reached his firm arms around me and pulled me closer as we fell back wards on to his crib. He rolled! me over so I was underneath as he climbed on top with a very naughty smile on his face, that face that did look oh so familiar. He pushed me down and began to unzip my sleeper, carefully he opened the top up and then leaned in and kissed my chest and abs. My boner was in overdrive. He moved down slowly towards my diapered crotch. I could feel his lips and gentle breath all the way. I couldn't handle this anymore. I took off the rest of my sleeper and moved further onto the crib. He took off his sleeper as I did so revealing his smooth toned body, he was only 5foot 8 or so and his body was perfectly proportioned. He pulled himself close to me and buried my head into his abs. My boner went wild as I touched his hard cock through the thick warm wet diaper that he had on. He grinned at me as I started rubbing it with one hand and rubbed my own cock with my other hand. With each stroke I could see cock throbbing through the diaper and he thrust he pelvis towards my face. After 30 minutes of play we collapsed into each others arms. Helpless I waited while we caught our breath. "I don't even know what your name is" I say as I try to re-orientate myself. "Kristian Miller" He says. "My big brother owns this house" "oh," I respond "He must be rich" I say in a matter of fact way. "He is" Kristian says "He's Wentworth Miller, and he's going to be looking after the both of us now". I look Kristian in the eyes as our bodies lie naked in the middle of hastily removed diapers, on the giant crib in the middle of the giant nursery. "You're kidding right?" I say with a grin. From the door at the other side of the room a voice comes in, "I see I've got to baby brothers now" I look over and at the door stands a topless Wentworth Miller in just his A&F shorts, in his hands are two thick new disposable diapers. He looks at us and smiles, "time to get you two ready for bed" he says as he waves the diapers at us. Prologue: And so at age twenty, Jack Carter finds himself at home with the Millers, starting a new life as their kid brother... and Jack couldn't be happier.