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This first part may not seem that much of a diaper story 
but I can assure you that the following parts will be far 
better. This first partsort of sets the story for the 
next parts.

Diapered Summer of 1999

Main Characters for Part 1:
Rob- me- 14
Spencer- my brother- 12
Nick, Alex- my twin brothers- 10
Brandon, Chris, Darryl- my triplet brothers- 8
Dad-39


	Before I start this story, I should explain my 
family a bit. I have six brothers, all younger. We all 
have blond hair, blue eyes (from our mother) and we all 
are born in either November or December. We live with our 
father in a small town in California. Our mother passed 
away 4 years ago. One of my youngest brothers, Darryl, 
wears diapers full-time because of some disorder. Alex 
has a bad wetting problem, most of the time at night, but 
sometimes in the day. Thet both receive enough teasing 
and bullying from Spencer. Spencer is always in trouble. 
Yet, me and him are very close. Dad and I are the only 
people he will listen to, and even then, only to a 
certain extent. My dad is on trips a lot for his work. We 
use to have to go to our grandparents while Dad was away, 
but for the last year, I was in charge when Dad went away 
and we stayed at home. This story starts on a starting 
day of one Dad's trips.

Thursday, July 1st

	I woke up at about 9:00 that morning. I lay in my 
bed for a bit. I looked around at the room I shared with 
Spencer. We slept in a bunk bed, I slept on top and 
Spencer on the bottom. In our room there was a desk and a 
table, where our N64 and TV was. We each had our own 
closet, too. I got down from my bed and went to my closet 
to get my clothes. I put on a T-Shirt and some shorts and 
moved toward the door, silently, not to wake Spencer. But 
he had just woken up.
	"Ah, crap," I heard him say. "Not again!" I move 
toward his bed and pulled back his sheets, revealing his 
soaked boxers. I looked at him and tried not to laugh.
	"You wet the bed, again!" I said, putting emphasize 
on again. This was one of the reasons Spencer trusted and 
listened to me so much. Every time he ever wet the bed, I 
washed the sheets and his clothes and helped him keep it 
a secret. (don't ask me why) I would wash his dirty 
clothes whenever Dad wasn't around. "Keep your boxers and 
your sheets there, I'll put them in the wash them after 
Dad leaves for his trip today."
	"Thanks," Spencer said.
	"You know, one day, when your sleeping at a friend's 
house, this might happen."
	"Well, it hasn't happened yet. What are you getting 
at?"
	"Maybe you should see a doctor or at least we should 
tell Dad. Maybe you could wear diapers or something, just 
for the night."
	"No way! I'm not wearing diapers! And don't tell 
Dad, or anybody!"
	"I won't tell anybody without your permission, I 
already promised you that. If I wanted to tell someone, I 
would have done it already."
	"Yeah, I guess," Spencer replied, while pulling off 
his boxers. He went to the closet naked to get some 
clothes.
	"Hey, Spence, when you gonna get some hair down 
there?" I asked. He hated when I did that.
	"Shut up, I have some," he said pointing to the 
couple that were starting to grow.
	"And when's your dick gonna grow? I think Darryl has 
a bigger one than you!" I said, laughing.
	"Shut up!" he said again. He was mad, but he was 
still laughing. I did the same routine to him almost 
every morning. He took a tennis ball from his closet and 
pitched it at me. I caught it right before it hit my 
head.
	"Nice pitch," I said. Why can't you can pitch like 
that for our team this year. We played on the same 
baseball team. It was a large age group because of the 
small number of people in our town. There were still six 
teams in our league, age group 11-15. Nick, Chris and 
Brandon played for a younger age group. Alex and Darryl 
didn't play. I waited for Spencer to get dressed before 
we went downstairs to see if Dad made us any breakfast. 
Our house had two floors above ground and one below 
ground for the den. All the bedrooms and one washroom was 
on the second floor. On the first floor was the living 
room and kitchen, dining room and washing room with 
another bathroom. We went down to the kitchen, where 
everybody else was already up and eating.
	"What's for breakfast, I'm hungy!" Spencer said, 
sitting in one of the chairs at the table. Dad served him 
some pancakes.
	"You're supposed to say please," he said with a 
chuckle. Dad seemed always in a good mood. Even when he 
was giving spankings he always seemed to have a good 
sense of humor.
	"Sorry!" Spencer replied sarcastically.
	"Maybe I should take away your breakfast for that, 
make you starve since yout so hungry," Dad said laughing. 
I couldn't help but smile.
	"I'm not hungry anymore, dad," Darryl said. Dad took 
his plate and put it in the sink.
	"Rob, could you take Darryl upstairs and change 
him?"
	"Sure," I answered. "Come on Darryl." Darryl got up 
from his seat.
	"And maybe give him a few good whacks on his bottom 
while you're at it," Dad said smiling while patting 
Darryl's diapered bottom. Everybody laughed at that. 
Darryl turned slightly red with embarassment and quickly 
followed me out the kitchen and up the stairs to the room 
he shared with Chris and Brandon. I told him to go lie on 
the changing pad while I got all the stuff ready. I got 
the stuff and went to Darryl. I slipped off his pyjama 
pants. Then I took off his wet diaper, although it was 
usually both wet and messy. I cleaned him up and put a 
bit of cream on the areas where there was a rash. Then I 
put a clean diaper on him and told him to get dressed. I 
hadn't noticed that Brandon and Chris were already back 
and changing. I walked out into the hall. Nick was 
already leaving his room fully dressed to go downstairs 
to watch TV. I went into his room where Alex was in just 
his undies and changing.
	"So, Alex, did you have an accident last night?"
	"Uh...no." He replied.
	"I don't believe you," I said.
	"I didn't!" he protested. I walked to his bed and 
put my hand on his sheets, wet. He must have changed his 
pyjama pants this morning. He started to cry. " I'm 
sorry. Please don't get mad!" As you can see, Alex had a 
very low confidence level. He was very shy. It wasn't 
uncommon for him to cry. I sat down on the bed and he sat 
on my knees, burying his tear-streaked face in my chest. 
I tried to console him the best I could.
	"It's okay, bud. I won't get mad. Don't worry. It 
was only an accident." He kept crying so I kept repeating 
that it was okay, until Dad passed by in the hallway and 
heard Alex crying. He walked into the room. He came to me 
and sat beside me. I didn't have to tell him anything. He 
knew. He took Alex into his arms. Alex still thought he 
was in trouble.
	"Please don't spank me!" he said. " I didn't mean 
it. It was an accident."
	"Don't worry," Dad said. "Have I ever spanked you 
for having an accident?" Alex shook his head in sign of 
no. "See, you have nothing to worry about. Except for 
that mean ol' dragon that tickles bad little boys." Dad 
started tickling Alex and Alex started laughing. I left 
the room to go downstairs. Everybody else were watching 
TV. A couple of minutes later, Dad came down, followed by 
Alex.
	"Well, I guess I should be leaving, now." Dad said. 
"Rob, you're in charge while I'm away. You know what to 
do." Of course I knew what to do, we had gone through 
this process many times already.
	"No friends over and no going to bed too late," he 
added. After everybody said good-bye, Dad left. And I was 
in charge for the next 10 days. My brothers had gone back 
to watch TV in the den. Spencer went upstairs to play 
N64. I went down in the den to watch TV too. We watched 
TV for a couple of hours. At about 12:30 Spencer came 
down from upstairs.
	"Hey, Rob. What's for lunch?" he asked me.
	"How about some yummy brocolli?" I answered. He 
hated practically every vegetable.
	"Yeah right....seriously?"
	"I'll warm up some hot dogs," I said, then I got up 
and went to the kitchen. I made the hot dogs and we ate. 
After lunch, Brandon asked:
	"Can we go swimming?" We had our own pool in the 
backyard.
	"Sure," I said. They all got up and went to go 
change. Darryl stayed at the table. "Aren't you gonna go 
swimming?" I asked him. He answered no. "Are you feeling 
well?" I asked.
	"Not really," he answered. " I have a headache."
	"Maybe you should go take a nap then. Come on." I 
picked him up in my arms and brought him up to his 
bedroom where Chris and Brandon were changing. There were 
two bunk beds in their room. One bed wasn't used. I put 
Darryl in his bed on the bottom bed of one of the bunks. 
I closed the blinds in the room and told him to try to 
sleep. I then followed Chris and Brandon out of their 
room. Nick and Alex were already running out down the 
stairs. I followed them through the back to the laundry 
room out the back door.
	Our backyard was huge. We had a nice big pool on a 
wooden deck with 8 lawn chairs around the pool. Then we 
had a big field of grass to play in. All of it was 
enclosed by a tall wooden fence and big trees surrounded 
it in back. We didn't really need all that because our 
next neighbors on either side were about 300 yards away. 
But it still gave a nice feeling of privacy. Spencer was 
already out and in the pool. Nick dove of the board into 
the deep end and Alex followed. Chris and Brandon jumped 
in too. I lied on a lawn chair and watched. The sun was 
quite hot but there was a nice breeze. I was glad to 
enjoy this while I could because weather forecasters had 
called for lots of rain and thunder over the next few 
days. They played in the water for about two hours. Then 
they went to play baseball in the grass, even Alex. I 
told them I'd join them in about five minutes then I went 
to check on Darryl.
	I put Spencer's dirty sheets in the wash first, 
along with Alex's. When I walked into Darryl's room he 
was sleeping. I took a couple more steps and approached 
his bed. He woke up when I leaned down to brush the hair 
away from his face. "How you feeling?" I asked him.
	"I'm okay," he said. He sat up in his bed.
	"Go lie on your pad, I'll change you diaper," I 
said. He went as I went to the dresser on the side of the 
wall. I looked in one of the drawers. I took a diaper and 
then took Darryl's diaper changing stuff and went and 
changed his very poopy diaper. After I was done, I put 
the stuff back and we went outside to play baseball with 
everyone else. At about five-thirty we came inside to 
eat. After supper we watched TV in the den. There was a 
movie on at eight. Because it was summer, the triplets 
were allowed to go to bed at nine, Alex and Nick, in 
between nine-thirty and ten and Spencer and I stayed up 
till whenever we wanted, but when I told Spencer to go to 
bed, he went. We started to watch the movie. At eight-
fifty, I spoke up:
	"Darryl, Chris and Brandon, go get ready for bed."
	"Can't we stay up to watch the movie? Please????" 
Brandon asked.
	"No," I answered. "I said to go get ready for bed, 
now go!" Brandon and Darryl got up and started to go 
upstairs. Chris stayed sitting, watching the TV. "Chris? 
I said to go get ready for bed."
	"I wanna watch the movie!" he said to me, with his 
cute, pleading eyes. It was hard to say no.
	"I said no."
	"I wanna see how it ends."
	"Chris!"
	"I'm not tired. Please!!"
	"I'll tell you one last time Chris! Go upstairs and 
get changed!" I was starting to get angry then.
	"NO!" he said. Everybody in the room, including him, 
knew it was the wrong thing to say. I got up from where I 
was sitting, took him by the hand and started to drag him 
upstairs.
	"Come on!" I said, with more anger than I would have 
liked. Darryl and Brandon got out of the way and Chris 
was almost running to keep up, trying to prevent falling 
and being dragged. When we reached the second floor, he 
was crying and pleading.
	"I'm sorry, Rob!" he was saying. " I'll never do it 
again. Please! I'm sorry!" It was obvious, he was fearing 
a spanking. But looking at his tear-streaked face, it was 
hard. I dragged him into his room and placed him on his 
bed. He was still crying.
	"Please don't spank me. I'm sorry!" he was saying as 
he cried into his hands. I told him to strip as I got out 
his pyjamas. He took off all his clothes and placed him 
in a heap. Then, I shot him his pyjamas and told him to 
put them on.
	"Don't worry, I won't spank you for something like 
this," I said.
	"Dad would have," he said though his tears.
	"Well, I'm not Dad. Unless you really want a 
spanking?"
	"No, no, no!"
	"Well, the put on your pyjamas and go to bed. As a 
small punishment, you have to go to bed tomorrow at 
seven-thirty. Does that seem just to you?" I asked.
	"Yes, very," he said. And went under his sheets. 
Darryl and Brandon were standing at the door, I told them 
to get changed. I changed Darryl's messy diaper for him. 
They went into their beds and I picked up their clothes 
on the way out. I brought their clothes to the laundry 
room. As I sorted them out, I noticed a small, dark, wet 
stain on Chris's Power Rangers underwear. I guess I had 
scared him a little. I guess I had gotten a bit too 
angry. He's only eight, I reminded myself. I didn't 
mention the stain to him, I'm sure he knew about it and 
was a little embarassed.
	After that I returned to the movie, with Nick,Alex 
and Spencer. Spencer spoke up first with curiosity:
	"So, did you give Chris a good spanking? Was he 
crying a lot?"
	"I didn't spank him," I answered. "But if you want 
one, just come here and bend over my lap."
	"No thanks," Spencer replied and we finished 
watching the movie. At the end, I told Nick and Alex to 
go upstairs and change for bed. Both when unsuprisingly 
quickly. I followed them up to tuck them in. They got 
changed and each went into their bunk. Nick slept on top, 
Alex on the bottom. I told them goodnight and let them 
sleep. Spencer and I stayed up until eleven-thirty doing 
nothing much except watching TV. At eleven thirty, I 
decided that we should go to bed. We went to sleep.

Friday, July 2nd


	When I woke up the next morning, it was another 
sunny day. It was only 8:01, but I decided to get up 
anyway. I didn't bother to wake Spencer. Usually, he 
slept till 10:00. I was always up early, as were my other 
brothers. I decided to go check on them, to see if they 
were up. I walked to Darryl, Brandon and Chris's room. 
They were all asleep. As I looked at Chris, it was 
amazing to wonder how such an innocent looking face could 
be such a troublemaker at times. I went to check on Nick 
and Alex. I found both awake. When I peeked into their 
room, Nick was sitting on Alex's bed with a hand on his 
shoulder, and Alex had his face buried in his pillow. 
Nick and Alex were extremely good brothers. Nick was very 
intelligent and spent almost every night during school 
helping Alex with his homework. No one encouraged Alex 
more than Nick. I walked into the room and sat beside 
Nick. Alex was crying. Nick got up and out of the way so 
I could grab Alex and get him to sit up. He sat up beside 
me, with a huge wet mark on the front of his pyjamas. I 
told Nick to go and watch TV. He did exactly so. Alex 
started crying even more. I took a tissue and started 
wiping his face.
	"Stop crying," I said gently. "Don't worry. You're 
gonn a have to stop feeling so embarassed when you have 
an accident. Now get changed and bring your dirty clothes 
to the laundry room. I want you to do that every time you 
have an accident. And bring your bedsheets, too." I left 
Alex to change and walked into another situation. At the 
end of the hall, Spencer (who I presume just woke up) was 
blocking the bathroom door from Nick, who seemed to be 
ready to explode any minute. He had both his hands in his 
pants and he was jumping up and down.
	"Get out of the way, Spencer! I really hafto go! 
Now!" Nick was saying.
	"Aww, the poor baby is gonna wet his pants!" Spencer 
replied mockingly.
	"Let Nick go to the washroom, Spence," I said, 
walking toward them.
	"All right," Spencer said relunctantly, clearly 
disappointed as he got out of the way. But as Nick 
hurried into the washroom, Spencer extended his leg, 
tripping Nick. He hit his head on the edge of the door. 
Spencer burst out laughing. I ran to Nick, who was tyring 
hard to hold back tears and rubbing his head.
	"Are you all right?" I asked as I examined his head.
	"I'll be okay," he said, but I could easily tell he 
was hurting. He had also let go of the pee that he was 
holding back before. His pyjama pants were completely 
soaked. It seemed that "wetting" was getting to be very 
common in this house. I guess it had already been common, 
with Darryl and Alex and their problems and Spencer, too. 
Not to mention things like this, one of Spencer's mean 
jokes. I picked up Nick, who was not really heavy at all. 
Actually, all my family, with the exception of me, were 
quite short and small. I brought Nick to his room and 
placed him on his bed. I took off his urine stained pj's 
and got him a change. He put on his clean clothes.
	"What happened?" Alex asked. I hadn't even noticed 
that he was in the room.
	"Just another one of Spencer's mean jokes," I 
answered. "Don't worry, Nick. Spencer will get punished 
for this."
	"No, don't punish him. It was only a joke. I'm 
okay." It was clearly a lie. He was barely able to hold 
back his tears. But that was Nick. He was always 
forgiving. He was the smartest in the family (for his 
age) and also the most forgiving. He almost never 
misbehaved. Dad always said that Nick was the only one of 
his boys never to get a spanking. I don't think he was 
ever punsihed either, except for minor punishments which 
he made up for quickly. He didn't want his brothers to be 
punished either, especially because of him. He was 
impossible to hate. Although he didn't have many friends 
either. He was considered a "teacher's pet".
	"He will get punished, Nick. No matter what you 
say," I answered. "Do you want ice for that?" He shook 
his head meaning no. "Well, I think you need ice. I'll 
get you some anyway." That was another thing. He never 
asked for anything. And if he did want something, it 
would usually a book or something, but him asking for 
something was rare. You had to force it out of him, even 
at Christmas. I left the room and went down to the 
kitchen.
	I grabbed an ice bag from the freezer since Dad kept 
some in there at all times. I stopped by the den before 
going up. Chris, Brandon and Spencer were there watching 
TV.
	I called to Spencer: " Spencer, up to our room. 
Now!" And then I left going up to Nick's room. I was sure 
he was following me. My size compared to his was pretty 
intimidating. I put the ice bag on Nick's head. There was 
a small bump where he had knocked his head. Alex was 
still there. They were very similar in some ways. Maybe 
not on the intelligence scale. But still, Alex didn't 
misbehave very much either, unless provoked. He didn't 
always ask for much either. Both were shy. Darryl was 
like that too.
	I left the room to go to mine own, where Spencer was 
waiting. I closed the door.
	"You can't be serious, Rob. It was only a joke. 
That's what he probably says, too," Spencer said as soon 
as I closed the door. He knew I was going to punish him.
	"Yeah, he said that too. But I don't care what he 
says. He'd probably say the same thing if you broke both 
his legs with a baseball bat. Now, all I have to do is 
decide on a punishment. Don"t worry, it'll only be 
something simple." I thought about it for a couple of 
minutes. "You can go to bed with Chris tonight at seven-
thirty. Got that?"
	"Yeah, okay," he mumbled. It was a small punishment, 
but a punsihment all the same. If dad were home, he would 
have probably gotten a good hard spanking and grounded 
for a week. I was lucky. I only got grounded. Dad said I 
was too old for spankings, and too big. But Spencer 
wasn't. Spencer left and went back downstairs. I went to 
see if Darryl was awake. He was just getting up when I 
walked into the room he shared with Brandon and Chris.
	"Sleep well last night?" I asked. He said yes. I 
told him to lie on his changing pad. I got a clean diaper 
and changed him. He put on a T-Shirt and ran downstairs 
to join the others. I went back to Nick and Alex's room. 
Nick was sitting up and he held the ice bag in his hands. 
He tossed it to me.
	"I don't need it anymore. I'm okay," he said.
	"You sure?" I asked.
	"Yeah," he said. I nodded and started toward the 
door. I picked up the pile of dirtied clothes including 
both Alex's and Nick's soaked pyjama pants and Alex's 
stained bed sheets. I went and put them down in the 
washer and placed the bag of ice in the freezer. By the 
time I got to the den, everybody was there and watching 
cartoons. Chris was on Spencer trying to grab the remote 
for the TV.
	"Gimme back the remote!" he was saying.
	"No, the shows you watch all stink. And get off me 
before I hurt you!"
	"Chris! Get the hell off Spencer. Who had the remote 
first?" I asked.
	"I did," Chris answered.
	"Spence, give him back the remote," I said, 
finishing off the argument. Spencer gave Chris the remote 
and Chris changed it back to whatever station they were 
watching before. I sat down and rested for the first time 
that morning. Five minutes later, Brandon said:
	"What's for breakfast?"
	"Cold cereal," I answered. "Anybody who wants to 
have breakfast, come now." They all followed me to the 
kitchen. I got out the milk, bowls, spoons and different 
cereals and we ate. After breakfast, it was right back to 
the good ol' TV. A while later Spencer got up to go 
outside.
 	"Anybody who wants to play baseball or catch or 
something, come on." he said while leaving the room. He 
was followed by Nick, Chris and Brandon. They ran up the 
stairs and I heard a loud crash. I knew they had just hit 
something. I heard Chris say:
	"You're in big trouble now!" I walked up the stairs, 
expecting to see Spencer or even Brandon standing beside 
the broken pieces of whatever was the victim. But to my 
surprise, it was Nick, whose face was white with fear. 
Spencer was a bit further down the hall, looking on with 
a bit of a smile, hoping to finally see Nick in serious 
trouble. I looked down at the broken pieces of 
porcelaine. It was a statuette that Dad had picked up on 
one of his many trips. Nick looked at me with pleading 
and scared eyes.
	"I'm sorry! I'll pay for it. From my own allowance! 
I'm really sorry.!" We all got a five dollar allowance 
every week, except for Spencer and Chris, who had that 
privilege revoked for 3 months. Nick had always saved his 
money. He has a couple hundred dollars saved up from 
that.
	"Don't worry about it," I said. "Just clean it up 
and we'll forget about it." Nick seemed really relieved. 
Spencer looked in shock.
	"What?!?" he said. " If it would been me, I probably 
would have gotten a spanking and a grounding for a week." 
The fear came back to Nick, probably because he had never 
gotten a spanking before and expected the worse.
	"Yeah, but that's you," I replied. "And this is 
Nick. It's different"
	"How?"
	"This is the first time for Nick. And Nick always 
does what he is told," I answered. Spencer just shrugged 
and continued outside. Chris followed him. Nick went to 
get a small broom and pail to sweep all the broken 
pieces.
	"How much did it cost? Do you konw?" Nick asked. 
"I'll pay for it."
	"Don't worry about it, Nick. Accidents happen. Dad 
will forgive you." I said. It was quite funny seeing him 
so upset over a little cheap statuette. But it was just 
like him. He once thought he was gonna be in trouble for 
spilling a glass of water on the carpet. Water! Another 
time, when he was sick, he thought he was gonna be in 
trouble for throwing up on himself and on his bed. I felt 
sorry for him, though. He was a really good kid, but he 
didn't have very many friends and, like Darryl, was sick 
a lot. It was a surprise when a week went by without them 
getting headaches or colds or flu or tummy-aches or ear-
aches or something else.
	Nick finished cleaning up then went outside to play 
ball. I returned downtairs to watch TV with Alex and 
Darryl. I asked Darryl if he needed a change and he said 
no. A while later we went outside to join the others. I 
brought out some sandwiches for lunch and then we played 
a bit. A while later, when I was playing out in the 
field, I noticed Alex on the side. He was looking down at 
his jeans. I notices a big dark wet spot on the front of 
them. Oh, no, I thought, not again. I just hoped that no 
one else noticed it other than me. But that was too much 
to hope for. Spencer noticed and started laughing right 
away.
	"Hey, look at Alex! He pissed his pants again! Poor 
wittle baby!" Him, Chris and Brandon were laughing their 
heads off. Nick and Darryl just looked on. Alex ran for 
the house, now crying. I started after him.
	"Why can't you be nice for once, you stupid jerk?" I 
heard Darryl say.
	"And what are you gonna do about it, diaperboy," 
Spencer replied.
	"Hey! All of you!" I said. "Stop fighting! Now 
everybody, inside!" They all followed me. When I told 
them to do something, they did it. No one dared defy me. 
I don't know whether it was because I was in charge or 
because I was bigger, but I didn't care. I went up to 
Alex's room. I walked in and closed the door behind me. 
He was in his bed facing the wall, with his covers around 
him.
	"Leave me alone," he said. I walked up to his bed. 
"Go, leave me alone," he said again, but I stayed. I 
figured he hadn't had time to change so I assumed he was 
still wearing his wet jeans.
	"First of all," I started, "Let's get you out of 
..."
	"I said leave me alone," he interuppted, swinging 
his arm and hitting me in the face. I took his arm gently 
and brought it down.
	"I know you're upset, but like I said before, you 
can't let it bother you that much. Don't listen to what 
Spencer and the others say. Now maybe we should get you 
out of these wet clothes and into some dry ones. " He sat 
up in the bed, revealing the big wet mark on the front of 
his jeans and the wet line running down one side of his 
jeans. I helped him slip them off since he didn't seem to 
feel like doing anything. I took his pants and slipped 
his T-shirt off and shot them on the floor, leaving him 
in his soaked, already-stained undies. I went to his 
closet and got him out some clothes. " How about a pair 
of pyjamas. You should take a little nap." He just nodded 
lightly. His neck-long hair was blocking his face, but I 
could tell he was still crying a bit. I took out a pair 
of clean undies and shot it at him. "Now we'll just slip 
those wet ones off," I said as I helped him slip them 
off, although he wasn't really doing anything. I put his 
dry clothes on him, then I made him lie down in his bed 
and I covered him with his blankets. Just then Nick 
walked in.
	"Can I help?" he said.
	"You can talk to him if you want," I said. I picked 
up the wet clothes and left the room. I could tell that 
these next coupleof days would be like any other. There 
was always something hapenning. There was no such thing 
as a calm day in our house. I brought Alex's wet clothes 
to the laundry room. Then I went to the den, where 
everybody was back to watching TV. The family ritual. I 
sat down beside Darryl and watched TV.
	"You could be at least a bit nicer to Alex. He's 
your own brother," I said. Spencer looked at me and 
replied.
	"Ah, come on, Rob. We're just having fun. You did 
the same thing two years ago." It was true. I used to 
tease Alex and the rest. But, it was strange how much I 
matured in the last couple a years.
	"Yeah, but now I'm more mature!"I said, in a 
sarcastic kinda way.
	"You? Mature?" Spencer said, laughing. "You're 
always playing jokes. Like that time last year at school 
at Christmas. Remember?"
	I laughed at that, too. "Yeah, but you were right 
beside me, helping me." I said. "We both got in a lot of 
trouble." We were both laughing. You see, Spencer and I 
were like best friends most of the time.
	"Oh, yeah, but Dad was cool. After we left the 
principal's office with him, he almost died laughing." 
That was true. We still got grounded though. We continued 
talking about our many jokes for a couple of minutes, 
including the ones we did on Alex, Nick, Darryl, Chris, 
Brandon and even Dad. The day after that was mostly 
boring. Clouds started to appear, a sign of the deluge 
expected to come, including thunderstorms. This made 
Darryl kinda nervous. When Darryl was young, he had 
gotten in an accident of some sort in a thunderstorm. Dad 
and Mom never told us the whole story, but that's what 
caused his bladder disorder. Every time there was a T-
Storm, he would get really nervous and scared. He would 
stay in bed most of the time. At about five, it started 
drizzling a bit. We ate supper. At seven-thirty, Chris 
and Spencer headed off for bed. The rest of the evening 
past normally, watching TV and eating a lot of junk food.
	At nine, I brought Brandon and Darryl up to their 
room. I told Darryl to lie on his changing pad. I got him 
a clean diaper and the diaper powder and I went to change 
him. I pulled off his soiled diaper and wiped his bum 
clean. Then I proceeded to powder him and I put the new 
diaper on him. Before I had fully secured the new diaper, 
I noticed that Darryl was getting a small hard-on, 
clearly indicating his love for diapers. Of course, it 
wasn't the first time I had seen him get a small hard-on 
from it. I admit that I myself loved diapers and wished 
to wear them. And I was pretty sure that Spencer did too, 
although I never asked him. I quickly closed the diaper 
as not to embarass him. I tucked him and Brandon in bed 
and went to the washroom.
	Seeing Darryl's tiny hard-on had reminded me of 
something I hadn't done in quite awhile. I stood in front 
of the toilet, pulled down my pants and gently started 
stroking my penis, all while thinking how it would be to 
wear diapers. Pretty soon, my dick was hard and I was 
starting to feel ejaculation coming on. I let loose my 
sperm into the toilet and then flushed. I went back 
downstairs to watch TV. I was the last one to go to bed, 
at about midnight. As I lay in bed, I once again thought 
about diapers and eventualy I drifted into sleep.

	I didn't know then, but soon, before summer was 
over, me and my brothers would all be diapered boys.

To be continued...

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