My Baby Brother Summary: A story about my brother and me Info: My name is Reese. I am 17, going on 18 (as of October 8, 2002). I drive a black Jeep Wrangler Sahara edition. I also have a Cessna Caravan (in case you don't know, it's a seaplane). I have an 8 year old baby brother named Jake who looks up to me. Lastly a 4 year-old, strong-as-an ox German Shepherd. Most of the time my brother and I get along ok, but some times he gets me pissed off as F!#*. We both look the same green eyes and dark brown hair; mine is bleached at the top. Our differences are that I'm 6'4 and he's 4'2, I wear boxers and he wears tightie-whities and (you guessed it) he wears diapers at night. It all started when Jake was born. My dad had asked me that because I would come home before Mom or Dad, that the babysitter could leave and I'd be in charge. I was a little unsure at first and didn't know if I wanted to change a baby's shit-in diapers. However, I got paid so I finally agreed. As time went on he got potty trained, it took him a while and my parents were a little surprised (I was potty trained when I was 2) that it took him until he was 4. My Mom could finally take the higher paying job with longer hours and a higher position. I was still left in charge while Mom and Dad were away, and we never needed a baby-sitter. Jake was 5 when he started to bed wet, luckily he had my bed from when I was 5, because we had kept the plastic cover on the bed. I never bed wet but it was a just-in-case kind of thing. Our parents didn't really care, as it didn't ruin his mattress. We all knew he would stop eventually, but my brother wanted to stop NOW. He went through this until he was almost seven when we had gotten a special sand bed and the plastic cover would not fit. That's when we decided that we couldn't keep his plastic cover or old mattress. He did not want to ruin his new expensive gift and they all decided to put him in diapers. I was unaware at the time and I would have objected if it wasn't for the fact that I was at a dance with my hot girlfriend. I found out when I got home Jake is seven, I'm 16, I already have a car, and my solo is in 2 weeks. I can't wait! So now when my parents aren't home I have to change my brother's diaper and put him to bed at 8:30, go downstairs and do what I want until 11:00 when I get tired and go to bed. Once I was really embarrassed by Jake. I had a celebration with all my friends and family when I got my Private Pilot license, and a Cessna Caravan from my parents. I was talking to my friends when I felt a tug on my shirt and heard some laughs from my friends. It was my brother, in nothing but a soaking wet diaper, asking to be changed. I got so embarrassed and so pissed at him I slugged him a punch right in the jaw. He ran off screaming. I found out later that I had broken his jaw. It wasn't that bad because we had the doctor align his jaw so he doesn't need braces and the bone never broke, it dislocated from the joint. In 2 weeks, he was fine, never to wear braces. One day a year after the accident, he thanked me. The dentist told him he'd never need braces since the doctor aligned his jaw when I broke it. Jake and Mom & Dad got back from the Emergency Room at 11:30 at night and the party was over. You think I was pissed when that happened, well my parents were pissed times 10. I was grounded for 6 months, plane, licenses (both), and car taken away too. So I was confined to my room, except for my birthday, which fell on the 3-month line. So all my gifts (mostly computer or plane accessories) were locked up, until I was ungrounded. During that time I wrote, wrote to myself, wrote parts of this story, and wrote other stories. I still had to change his diaper at night and in the morning. Jan 2002: I am now free as a bird, literally all my stuff is back, and I can fly again. Sometimes, Jake has nightmares and comes to sleep with my German Shepherd Mike and me. Again, he still embarrasses me when I have a sleepover with my friends (I have 2 double beds). Jake comes in wearing just a diaper and gets into bed with Mike and I. I only find out when I wake up and Jake is sleeping in a wet diaper next to me. Thank God that my friends are not up yet, when I have to go and change him. We have both learned to forgive and to forget over time. Jake still sleeps with me and sometimes I have to sleep with him in his bed. Sounds a little strange but some times that is the only way we can get him to fall asleep sometimes. However, I don't mind sleeping with my baby brother. It's somewhat nice, I don't know why but I guess that's what I'm here for. Sometimes I will wake up and realize that I'm hugging him sub-consciously. It shows how deep brotherly love goes, and I do love him because he's my brother. Jake is now 9 and I am almost 18. He still wets but not as much and not as frequent. So I let Jake live in my room 24/7 unless I'm having a sleepover. We moved all of Jake's stuff in including his folding changing table that I built for him, in my room. THERE MAY BE MORE WHEN SOMETHING ELSE HAPPENS