Big Brother Summary: A boy whose parents take off for a funeral hire an older boy to "watch" him while he his gone and his overprotective mother tells the older boy about his "problems" which leads to an interesting four days. There he was, Brent Dass sitting on the loveseat across from my Mom when I walked in the front door. Brent was 16 years old and was the son of my Mom’s co-worker who moved into town a few months before. I asked my Mom what’s up, she said that Uncle John, my mom’s older brother, has succumbed to cancer and had died. She said that she and Dad were leaving tomorrow, Thursday morning to fly out to Tucson for the funeral. Since I had only ever met him a few times at family reunions she thought I would not want to go to such a morbid event and would be gone for 5 days. While missing school would be cool she was sort of right in that dead people kind of freak me out. So she explained that while talking to here co worker, Jena suggested her son could stay over earn a few bucks and make sure I stayed out of trouble. Being 13, I protested that I was more than able to take of myself, but mom cut me off and said it had already been decided. I knew Brent a little from the few times our family have had dinner parties but Brent usually ducked out early for whatever reason. I told my Mom whatever and stomped off to my room to start my math homework (God, I hate Algebra) and check my e-mail. Several hours later Mom yelled that it was time for dinner. As I entered the dining room I saw Brent still there seated across from my seat eagerly awaiting whatever concoction my mother was taking out of the oven, eyeballing me as I sat down. Dad had called that he was going to be late at work so we dished up and after a quick prayer started eating. Just as I started to swallow a large spoonful of peas my Mom blurted out that she told Brent I was a bedwetter and wore diapers. I had an unconformable gasp of fright and inhaled my peas and started chocking all at the same, If I had not been chocking the redness of my face would have been from complete embarrassment that my Mom told him that! After regaining my composure I looked at Brent who had a bit of a smirk on his face trying to apparently not laugh. I stammered over my words trying to ask my Mom what importance that had to do with anything and that I did not appreciate her embarrassing me. The only other person who knew of my bedwetting was my best friend George who lived several houses down and I had know him since Kindergarten. She told be to stop being a jerk about the whole thing and that Brent had to know so he could make sure I got ready for bed and did not fall asleep watching movies and soak the couch, at which my face turned beat red again. After a few more bites I asked to be excused, went to my room and slammed the door. Twenty minutes later I heard the front door open and shut and a loud truck start up and drive off. My mom knocked on my door and came in. I said “What?!” rather tersely, and she said she was sorry for embarrassing me but that she thought it would be less awkward to get it out of the way now rather than tomorrow when she was gone. I said it would have sucked either way and that there was no reason for him to know, that I was not a baby who needed to be changed and watched 24/7, and rolled over on my bed and faced the wall. Mom said with that snotty attitude that I clearly was not mature enough to handle being alone. After she left I finished off my Algebra by 8pm, flipped on the T.V, slid my closet open to reveal my rather large stack of “briefs” Abena x-plus youth size next to my stack of cloth Velcro diapers and plastic pants for weekends when I sleep till noon. I whipped an Abena out of the open bag with a little bit of anger. I took off my pants and underwear, laid on the bed and tapped on my fracking diaper. I played Halo 3 with some of my international teammates and kicked some serious butt and wet my diaper half way through the hour. Well, at least I thought I did not have to stop playing just to use the pisser. I had gotten my X-Box 360 for Christmas ‘07 and gotten ready for bed that night but could not put down the controller and had drank a bunch of Mt. Dew. I originally by accident wet my diaper at about 2:00 AM because I could not get my diaper off in time to make it to the bathroom. At first I was ashamed I had wet my diaper while awake but said, “Frack it, What’s the difference? Pissing is pissing.” At 9:00 I logged off and crawled in bed and watched Idol, the warm softness of the wet diaper for some odd reason always made my willie get hard and stick up in my diaper at which I had to adjust myself. At 9:55 Dad knocked at my door came in and sat on the edge of my bed. He asked how my day went and I said it was good until Mom threw the bombshell at dinner, and that I though I was old enough to take care of the “issue” on my own. He said that he knew Mom was going to have Brent over for the 5 days they would be gone but agreed with me that I was old enough to handle my diaper needs and that he though Brett was a good idea only to keep me company or to “check in.” He explained Mom was just trying to help her “baby” and that she is having to adjust to me getting older and not needing the hovering mother. And that everything would work out. He then said its time to hit the hay and switched off my T.V. and knocked knuckles with me. I rolled over closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep feeling better.
Part 2 I awoke at 6:30 to a crash and a bang, to what I later learned was my dad falling down the attic ladder with a third suitcase for my Mom. Jeesh, how much clothes could one person use to see a dead man in a casket? My diaper was thoroughly wet now from wetting it before falling asleep and the usual bedwetting and was bulging from my morning wood. I rolled out of bed and went to my computer and surfed Youtube and Facebook and pissed some more in my diaper. At 7 when I logged off to head to the bathroom to shower I saw that my diaper had leaked and my chair was wet. Frack, I hope it does not start smelling as I sopped up what I could with a towel from my dirty clothes pile. As I attempted to sneak to the bathroom with my sopping diaper sagging between my legs, my dad exclaimed wow buddy you got a wet one there! I turned my head, now red face and said, “ya I gotta cut back on the Mt. Dew it really goes through me.” I turned the shower on, untaped my diaper and let it fall to the floor with a rather wet smack, jumped in the shower and scrubbed myself clean. By the time I got down stairs Mom and Dad where ready to take off and gave all the usual crap about being good and doing my homework and left me a sum of money for whatever and to listen to Brent. After hugs and kisses they were off and so was I to school. All I could think about all day was the impending days with Brent and what he must think of me still wearing diapers. He must think I am a total retard or worse yet, a baby who needed “tending” to, what a nightmare. After school I went over to George’s house for a few hours and we did our Algebra homework, and I mentioned “Brent” and he said that’s gotta suck, its not like you’re not old enough to take care of yourself for a few days. I know I am dreading going home I said. When we got done I headed for home, noticing Brent’s truck parked in the driveway liked he lived there or something. I walked in the front door, I could here the TV blaring from the family room. Apparently Brent felt right at home. I went to the kitchen made myself a sandwich, went to the family room and found Brent watching MTV. He looked up smiled and said, Hey after I unpacked my stuff in the guest room I had to step over your wet diaper laying on the floor of the bathroom, you should probably go up and throw it in the trash. My face went beat red, I nearly dropped my sandwich and went quickly out of the room coughing on my now inhaled bite, now mostly in my upper sinus passages. There it was lying right next to the tub, and starting to stink up the place too. I rolled it up threw it in the small bath trashcan and took it all out to the garbage. I went to my room turned on the X-Box and starting killing bad guys. At about 8 Brent knocked on my door and asked if he could come in. “Sure,” I said as I paused the game. I swiveled around in my chair and Brent went and sat on my bed with the unmistakable sound of a plastic mattress protector on the mattress. He said he was sorry for embarrassing me, and that it was not a big deal and that he understood. I said, “How could he possibly understand? How many 13-year-old bedwetters could you possibly know?” “Well,” he said, “Can you keep a secret as you will be a freshman next year and me a senior?” I rolled my eyes and said, “Sure, what is it?” “I was a bedwetter until I was 14, a freshman in High School, just one year older than you.” I said “wow,” in a surprised shock. “You wet the bed? No way! I don’t believe it!” He said, “Yep, he sure did, had the plastic mattress cover and all.” He said that he even had to wear real diapers like me as the usual teen goodnights usually leaked. At this revelation, I said, “Hey, you wanna play some Halo 3 downstairs on the 50” Plasma?” “Hell ya,” he said. “Let’s go kick some ass!” By 10 he said we had better hit the bed and don’t forget to diaper up. I smirked and said, “ya, no worries there.” I opened my closet to grab a disposable diaper and as I grabbed one I thought for sure there was four left in the bag last night, not that I was looking all that closely but now there were 3, but thought nothing of it. I taped on my diaper and put on a t-shirt. Just as I was going to jump in bed I remembered I had forgotten to brush my teeth. I peeked out the door, the bathroom light was off so I rushed over and slipped in. As I left Brent came up the stairs and saw me in my diaper and smiled and said, “Good night, buddy.” “Good night,” I said with a bit of a quirky smile. At 3 AM I woke up, actually more of a half-asleep state to a growing warmth in my crotch. “Oh!” I thought. “I am wetting my bed!” Weird waking up to that sensation I thought, as I fully relaxed my bladder. That’s when I noticed a muffled sort of moaning and grunting coming from the guest room as it was right next to mine. “What the frack?” I thought, “what is he doing over there? I am used to the usual uncle snoring during the holidays but this?” TO BE CONTINUED...Suggestions to: [email protected]