| Title:
| Jake
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| Name:
| Jake
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| Email:
| Not shown
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 12
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself, my brother
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| Posting Date:
| 09/27/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
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| | Teen |
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| | Adult |
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| Ages in Story:
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| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18+ |
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | ● | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | ● | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop* | | Y- Accidents |
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying |
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | ● | 8- Regression |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
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7 (35%)
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My brother didn�t cry or didn�t mind. He went downstairs and told mom
what he had done. Jim, my brother, came into our room followed by mom
and he cleared the sheets from the bed and showed mom. I was sitting
down on the chair in front of the computer when Jim explained his
accident. Mom told him to take a shower and she whispered to me,
�Please, I don�t have time for you to give your brother a hard time
about this, at least try and be supportive.�
After she left with the sheets I started hoping for this to continue.
As my brother came in the room with a towel barely covering him, I
asked him, �Well, well? My little bro had an accident? Don�t worry,
it�s common for your age; I heard that a lot of other 10-year-olds wet
their beds.�
�It was just an accident it won�t happen again, and you wet your bed
too!� my brother screamed.
�That was only for a week!� I exclaimed, thinking how mom didn�t make
me wear any diapers at that time.
The summer day continued as any other day. The next morning I opened my
eyes with excitement. I woke up to early to see that my brother was
still sleeping. I put my hand on the side of his thigh to see if he was
wet. No luck. He was dry. At that point I lost hope. I went back to bed
and fell asleep.
I woke up two hours later with hope again that he wet the bed. I
climbed to the top bunk to see no wet spots. I went downstairs to eat
cereal and watch TV. I find my brother on the couch and ask him, �Did
you wet the bed?� He nodded slowing and excitement filled my body.
�How come the bed is dry?� I asked.
�Oh, I woke up after I peed, and I changed my pants and the sheets, you
even asked me if I wet the bed. And why are you like so weird about
this? Are you waiting for the right moment to tease me?�
�Look, I�m sorry if I was making fun of you back then; please forgive
me and not hurt me!�
He said, �Uhh, I don�t think so; you�re in for it.�
I said, �You�re stupid and mean! I hate you!�
My brother snapped he jabbed me hard and went to his room. I went to
our room and opened the door slightly. My brother threw something
against the door and yelled, �Go away!�
�Look I didn�t have any time to tell you that I was just joking!� I
tried comforting him.
�You were?� he said with tears coming out. My brother rarely cries and
only in situations where I bully him too much.
�Yeah, yeah come on, I used wet the bed too, there is nothing to be mad
about,� I said.
A week went by and my brother didn�t get any better. I went to mom one
evening and suggest a brand of diapers. My mom agreed and went to the
supermarket the day after. She brought back a pack of 13 Goodnites. I
eavesdropped on the conversation my mom and brother had. Jim became
even more upset and fought against it. I came in the room and told him
it was okay and that no one will know but us. After a VERY long
conversation he finally put one on.
The next morning he didn�t really mind. After another week passed mom
got another pack of diapers. Some days I put on a Goodnite while no one
was looking.
Then the worst thing that could happen, happened to me. It was when I
was wearing a Goodnite and my brother and his friend were acting as
spies. My brother was and his friend was looking down on me from the
top bunk.
�Hey, what are you doing?� my brother yelled. My heart jumped and I
looked back to see two head looking at me.
�Umm, Umm I was just curious, hehe,� I said, blushing.
�What the heck!� my brother screamed. I saw the look of his friends
face and I probably thought he was really, really uncomfortable.
Then a thought that haunted me came up: Should I tell my brother about
my fetish? I always thought of telling him but didn�t have the guts.
After his friend left I decide to tell him. He didn�t believe me at
first but then he became shocked. It�s been three days after I told him
and it feels like he forgot about it. I hope so.