How Not To Babysit part 11
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PART THREE: CAPTURED
I tossed aside my bedsheets and jumped to my feet. The diaper sloshed and
I cursed quietly. Fucking diaper! What the hell is wrong with me to have
put this on in the first place? I waited in the dark a little longer. I
so much wanted this diaper off but I didn't want to ruin my chance by
waking anyone who wasn't quite asleep yet. Opening my door, I checked my
Mom's room. The door was open and the lights were out. Larry was snoring
softly. I padded into the hallway.
Jenny's nightlight made it a bit easier to find my way. I stepped as
lightly as I could to Mom's room and peered in. She was on her side with
her back to me. Larry was flat on his back droning. It was hard to see in
the near-dark but I scanned the tops of the dressers and end-tables for
anything ressembling a key. No luck.
Shuffling quietly and quickly, I moved to the nearest dresser. It was
immediately beside their bedroom door. The dresser was narrow and about
five feet high. I ran my fingers gingerly over the surface for a few
minutes but fell on nothing. I could make out most of what was there and
I'm certain there was no key. This was Larry's dresser. One down, Mom's
dresser and the nightstands left...
I moved quickly and silently to the next dresser and bumped into it.
Neither I nor the dresser made a sound but my diaper sloshed again and I
caught the smell of my own urine. I was nauseated and terrified. I dipped
down quickly so that I was out of sight. From here I could see the top of
Mom's long dresser. It was covered in all sorts of small shiny objects.
Earrings, rings, bracelets, necklaces, watches. I ran my eyes over
everything. Occasionally, I'd scoop up an item only to find it was a
bangle or a hoop earring. There's no key here.
Ok. Stick to the plan. Go check Mom's night-stand. That's where it will
be. Where else? I crawled over to the nightstand and was hit by some
uncontrollable giggles. Nice! This is perfect. If I get caught... this
might be the absolutely worst way. I'm dressed like a baby, I'm crawling
around, and I'm wearing a thoroughly soaked diaper. Poetic.
I find my's mother's bedside nightstand. Eagerly, I go to check it but I
stop myself. I am only inches from my mother's face. Her eyes are closed
but she's squishing up her nose like she smells something bad. It's me.
She can smell me. Holy shit! Move fast!
I scan the top of her nightstand by the light from the window. I quickly
assure myself that it's not there. This is a disaster. I check the
drawer. The drawer protests just slightly as I open it and gives off the
slightest tweet. I don't even bother checking that Mom's still asleep. If
I'm caught I'm caught. Otherwise, I need to be quick and not nervous.
It's hard to see much in the drawers but I can tell that it's mostly
bottles. I move them around quickly and quietly. They strike each other a
couple of times and peel an unpleasant note. My fingers find no key on
the bottom of the drawer. There is no key here.
I go back to crawling. My last place to check in this room is just beside
Larry... his nightstand. I can't believe mom would place a key on his
nightstand but I have to check. I need that key. It has to be here
somewhere and that's the last somewhere I can imagine. My thoughts
distract me until I almost run into the nightstand head-first. There's
nothing but a clock and Larry's watch on the nightstand. I can see that
plainly. I reached for his drawer but gave up. I can't believe for a
second the key to the locks on Jenny's nightwear would be in her father's
nightstand. I decide the key is not in this room.
Fuck!
I step out from Mom's room into the hallway and scurry to Jenny's room.
Maybe, just maybe, the key was in here all along. Jenny's face is buried
into her pillow and her shorts have been kicked off. Her plastic pants
have come off her diaper a bit. A good big brother would fix that. This
big brother doesn't need his sister waking up and making a fuss. I leave
her alone.
I check the top of her dresser and nightstand, moving as quietly as
someone in a crinkly diaper can while sloshing pee in his plastic
panties. Ya, that's me... I'm a perverted ninja. But there was no key on
her dresser or nightstand.
There's a dresser of some kind in her closet. I slide over there while
carefully avoiding any toys strewn about the floor. I find a small
dresser with see-through plastic drawers. Plastic drawers... like me, ha
ha!
The bottom drawer moves sliently but has nothing but diapers. The two
above it are filled with another set of flannel pajamas, full legged and
long-sleeved, and an assortment of lotions and creams. It's not here. I
want to check the top shelf of her closet but I can't see so I run my
palms along the shelf. There are blankets and a couple board games. And
my hand hits some kind of ring. It's small and feels like plastic but it
may be just what I'm looking for. I snatch it happily and almost cuddle
the damn thing before I realize that it's a binky. I go to toss it back
on the shelf but my damn thumb is caught in the loop. I pull a few times
but it wont come pass the knuckle.
Well this is a fine little bit of icing for my humiliation cake. I just
grumble and leave her room. I'm quietly pulling on the damn binky as I
enter my room. It flies from my fingers and lands on my pillow. I close
the door and frantically try to tear the nightie off. All the night's
frustration get put into this desperate act. The material is very durable
and the stiching is strong. It holds. I attack the panties.
"Get off me you motherfuckers," I mouth.
They don't move. They don't tear. Who made these clothes? They aren't
cheap. I pull at the leg holes but there's barely enough room for my hand
to slide in that way. My fingers get soaked in piss and the overflow of
it all spills down my leg onto my carpet. Shit!
I turn on the light to see the damage. There's a spot growing on the
floor in the middle of my room. I grab an old T-shirt from my laundry and
try to soak up the pee. There's still a spot about 4 inches across that's
darkening the carpet. I'm beat. I can't take it anymore. I collapse right
there onto my knees and start crying. I try to stay quiet but I end up
sobbing.
I don't know how much time went by but I must have fallen asleep. I wake
up to a knock on my door. I'm on my side with my knees brought up to my
chest and my hands palm-to-palm beneath my head.
"Jay? Are you awake? I thought you're going to school in the morning,"
Emma asked through the door as she pushed it open slightly.
I rolled over, crashed against the door and rested my back against it,
sitting up and pulling my legs to my chest again. The pee-soaked diaper
was pretty cold now. I suddenly needed to shit really bad.
"Hey Emma. I just lost track of time. I think I'm going to skip tomorrow
anyway," I answered.
"Oh ok. Well I'm just going to my room for a sec to change. Dave is in
the living room. I thought you'd like to go say hi" she said. "...and
why'd you have to slam the door on my fingers?" she added. "Ew! You're
not... Ew!"
She scampered off. I resumed breathing. Please just leave me alone
tonight. I glanced at the clock. It was past 3AM. I stood up and lost
myself in my dilemma: here I was trapped in my room. The lights were on.
There was a puddle of uring just a few feet away. I of course was still
in the pink girl's nightie, pee-soaked girl's diaper, and bright-ass
fuschia ruffled plastic pants. And as a bonus, I'm pinching my ass-cheeks
to keep from crapping in the diaper.
There was another knock at my door.
"Jay.. Are you done pounding on your weenie in there?" Emma teased. "Come
on, Dave asked to see you, don't be a dick. We'll be leaving in a few
minutes to go out again."
"Ok, ok, gimme a sec," I said. I immediately regretted it.
A sec? How is a sec going to help me? I have to get this shit off now so
that I can wear normal clothes and slap-skin with Dave. He's really cool
and I'm glad he's dating my sister. He's like an older brother.
I went over my options. I could cut them off but I have neither knife nor
scissors. I could cover them. I must cover them. I figured my hoodie
would cover the nightie and my khakis, if I still have them, would cover
the diaper. I haven't worn them in a while - can't be sure. I do know
that my jeans won't fit over the diaper... they're really tight and I can
barely get them over half-my ass. That won't do. It's cool to show my
boxers but not cool to show the diaper. Nope. I stepped towards the
closet.
That's when the doorknob turned again. It was Dave. I threw my weight
against the door. Again.
"Jay, what the fuck is going on in there?" he asked, pushing the door
open.
And that's when my bowels gave out. I filled my diaper with shit. It was
over as soon as it started. one second I had the pressure under control
and the next I just let it all come out. Dave literally scared the shit
out of me.
I laid against the door and sat on the floor, again hearing my diaper
crumple and my ruffles crinkle, but this time I also heard the squelch of
the soiled diaper and felt my shit spread around my genitals. I buried my
head in my hands. I'm fucked.
Dave outweighed me by quite a bit, I slid on the floor as he pushed the
door open.
"Why the hell is your door so heavy? Are you trying to keep it closed?
What are you doing in here?" he demanded more than asked.
The door slid open about a foot and Dave peered in. His eyes grew and his
mouth dropped open.
"What the hell is this?" he mused. "Emma, get over here and check this
out," he called my sister to my room.
"Keep it down. We can't wake anyone." She said quietly. Then she added, a
bit more loudly, "Oh god! You didn't catch him doing *that* did you? I
don't wanna see *that*!".
"Oh I think this is a lot worse that just masturbation...," Dave said
between chuckles.
Emma's head popped in to my room below his. She scanned the bed, the
computer, the closet, and then held her stare on me.
"What the fuck?!" she did yell.
This time Dave tried to hush her.
"Jay," Dave started, "This here... this is really fucked up. I don't know
what you're doing but we have to go."
He pushed the door open a bit more while I stood up and opened my arms.
"Ok, I'm wearing Jenny's nightie. Ok?!" I whispered, "and I can't get the
fucking thing off."
Dave looked at my crotch. Emma followed his gaze.
"You're not only wearing her nightie... what the hell is that?" he said
pointing to the plastic pants, "You're wearing her panties too."
He reached out to touch the panties. I stepped back but he was faster.
His fingers brushed the material and pinched both the panties and the
diaper. His nose wrinkled. Emma's wrinkled too.
"What's that smell?" Emma asked.
"I know," Dave answered. He turned to me and asked, "Are you wearing
little girl's plastic pants? AND A DIAPER!?"
His voice was rising. His eyes looked frantic. I couldn't tell if he was
enjoying this or freaked out. I blushed completely and thought only of
running away... but to where.
"Shh," Emma whispered. "People are sleeping. I don't need anyone else
seeing my brother's fucked up little fantasies. Is this a fantasy? Cause
it is fucked up. You don't dress in little girl's clothes and then shit
all over yourself. You don't do that, Jay. It's sick!."
"We still have to go, babe," he told Emma, "but I really want to hear
this. I say he comes with us."
END OF PART THREE
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