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...

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