While I was growing up I was surrounded by several of my cousins. This story is about two of my second cousins, who were both girls. Like my boy cousins Jimmy and Johnny, I was also very close to these girl cousins. Their names were Jody and Jill (everybody else’s first names started with J). All the names are real as are the people in this story.
Jody was two years older than me and Jill was one year younger. Our families spent a lot of time together, so we were on intimate terms. Well, not that intimate, but darn close. One incident comes to mind which is mostly true and involves Jimmy, Jill and me. We had built a little hideout in the wooded area adjacent to my folks’ small farm. The hideout was made of wooden crates and had a tarpaper roof and was sided by scrap lumber. In all it was snug and no one ever bothered us. We had covered the dirt floor with an old carpet and installed a covered can that we used for a potty, plus baby oil, rags and old diapers that we could use at our convenience.
Jimmy and I discovered very early that we enjoyed wetting and pooping in homemade cotton cloth diapers. We even got to the point of changing each other’s soggy diapers. Cleaning up was no problem as we kept a five-gallon supply of water and some laundry detergent handy. Our hideout was the ideal place to be by ourselves and be secure from the world.
Although we played with our girl cousins, especially Jill who was a real tomboy, we seldom invited them into our hideout/clubhouse. But one day (I think I was 14, Jimmy was 12 and Jill was 13 years old) Jimmy and I were in our hideout. We had just put on homemade white cloth diapers and covered them with oversized cutoffs. As we sat in our clubhouse reading comics, sipping strawberry sodas and anticipating a lazy summer afternoon of wet diapers, we heard someone walking through the brush toward our location. Both of us were still dry. But at least I was about to burst and I think Jimmy was, too. Jimmy got up and looked through our little spy hole. He told me it looked like Jill was coming toward us. We of course panicked as we thought that she didn’t know anything about our “extracurricular” activities. Fact is, I had just started to wet my diaper when Jill approached. I guess we both just decided to let her in and let nature take its course.
Jill walked through the doorway and squatted down to visit. I could tell that she was wearing pale blue panties and very short shorts. She also wore a T-shirt (no bra) that revealed her nipples and budding adolescent breasts. Both Jimmy and I were getting excited and were starting to really soak our diapers with warm pee. Jill didn’t say anything at first, though she must have realized that we were both wearing diapers. Then she giggled and pointed to our dampened cutoffs. It was pretty obvious that we were wearing wet, sagging diapers. She told us she always suspected something was going on and for a long time had wanted to find out what we were up to.
I had finished peeing my diaper and a big erection was pushing out the front of my pants. Often when I am wet and erect I have to poop. This time was no different as I farted a couple of times and proceeded to fill my diaper with hot, soft poop. I could have come right there with very little effort. Then Jill did something that I didn’t expect, but was very characteristic of her. She told us that seeing us wet and hearing me fill my pants with a bowel movement, had caused her to need to pee. All we had was our potty can. Jill just pulled down her shorts and panties and squatted over the can. I could hardly contain myself as she let out a stream of piss into the can. Actually, this wasn’t the first time she had peed when we were playing together, but usually she went behind a bush. After she was done peeing she carefully wiped herself with some toilet paper that we had available and pulled up her blue panties— which I admit were spotlessly clean (I don’t know how girls stay so clean).
By then we were all in a state of high sexual arousal. My penis was so sensitive I probably would have come in my diaper if I moved. I could feel the wet cloth rub against the head of my dick and I was just about over the edge. Even Jill, who had not bothered to put her shorts back on, was cupping the front of her panties and fingering her pussy through the thin material. Jill told us in a husky voice that she wanted us to take off our diapers so she could see our wet penises. Fact is, she seemed pretty intent on changing our wet diapers. I was the first to be changed so I lay down. Jill pulled off my soaked cutoffs and proceeded to unpin my diaper. As she got the last pin out and peeled back the front of my soaked diaper my penis was exposed to Jill’s hot gaze. She found a towel to put under me and rolled my wet and poopy diaper out from under my bottom. <y belly was wet from peeing and I had a smear of poop between my legs which almost reached my balls. Jill next found a damp rag and as I spread my legs apart she wiped off the BM— running the rag down beneath my balls and around my anus. After she cleaned up my bottom she took some baby oil and rubbed it around my ball sack and around my bottom. Apparently she had practiced cleaning up diapered babies before as her touch was smooth and gentle (she had a little brother at home). The last area worked on was my belly. She put some more oil on her hands and started to rub it onto my twitching penis. Well, what can I say— we were so hot and stimulated that both of us came! I shot long strings of white cum onto my belly— while Jill tightened her hold on her crotch and moaned in orgasmic release. After we had both come down from our orgasms I noticed that Jill took her hand away from her panty-covered pussy and I could see that her panties were pretty soaked from her own cunt juices. We just stared at each other as I wiped up the mess and changed into some dry clothes. Jimmy got changed next. His penis was rigid, too, but when Jill rubbed his little stiffy Jimmy just grunted with a dry orgasm.
We cleaned up the hideout, washed our diapers and gave the place a shot of deodorant as it smelled pretty funky. After we were settled down we hung out for awhile and talked and giggled about what had happened. It wouldn’t be the last time we would all be together, and even now when I travel back home and see the relatives, Jill and I just give each other knowing winks and hidden smiles. I don’t know if Jill knows that I am still a diaper boy, but I think she does. Maybe someday I’ll explore the issue with her and find out.