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ST:  My Widdle Brother Nyckie  - - Part 2/2
(M/tt,g/t,spank,strap,shave,diaper,young-femdom,sex)  [6412 words]
Summary:  An orphaned boy has a regression mode with his younger
stepsister and others to cope with the trauma.

This story is fiction and deals with spanking and diapering of boys
usually by girls.  It also contains both gay and straight sex.  If
such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.

The first part is told by the title character's younger stepsister
while the second part is told by Nyckie.  The narration style and
emphasis are different in each part,  The first part is mostly f/m
while the second is mostly m/m.  Need I tell you that you should read
Part 1 first.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail: YLeeCoyote@mail.com



My Widdle Brother Nyckie -- Part 2/2
by
Y Lee Coyote


Another Prologue
I graduated from high school last month.  It was a significant
milestone in my life.  In the fall I start college right here in town.
I have decided to go locally because I want to be close to my Auntie
Alyse and my Auntie Heather.  I want to remain close so that they can
continue to guide me.  I know that this seems strange because they are
three years younger than I but they have been of great help to me over
the past five years.  I've lost both my bio-parents so I want, need in
many ways, to keep close contact with them.

You might think that I understand myself too well for an
eighteen-year-old but I have been seeing a shrink and he has helped me
a great deal to self understanding.  He and I have shared this with
Mom and Auntie Alyse.  Although to most of the world I appear to be a
smart kid there is also another me -- a widdle (not little) boy who
does not want to grow up because he will lose his parents if he does.
Some might say just let that widdle boy grow up, but it is not that
easy.  I'm very fortunate that Mother and my shrink understand that
and that I have Auntie Alyse and Auntie Heather to give that widdle
boy the special TLC he needs.

I'm writing this because Auntie Alyse suggested that I should in order
to complement her writing about me.  (That is ever so flattering!)
I'm doing this of my own free will because I feel good doing what she
suggests.  When I said I was going to do it, she said I should be
completely open about everything especially my feelings.  I even spoke
to the shrink and he said it would be good for me to explore myself
this way and pointed out that it was only details that I have not
already told to my sister and others.  You will find that I talk a lot
more about sex than Auntie Alyse did.  Well, what do you expect from
an adolescent boy who gets his dick oiled by other horny teens?  In
addition, once my wonderful Aunties saw some of the stuff that I
wrote, they started asking questions (which I always answered
truthfully because I cannot lie to them) and then I wrote more.  It
was only after I did my first draft that I was allowed to read what
she wrote.  My two Aunties helped me and we deleted stuff that would
be repetitious.


Graduation Day
Rather than start with the past (since you already know a lot from
Auntie Alyse's report) I will start with graduation day -- the
twenty-fifth of last month.  I woke up very early, excited about this
special day.  My bed was dry; even my diaper was dry.  I felt good,
safe and all that.  I thought about the past -- how I lost my parents,
how I gained a new family and two wonderful Aunties.  I looked across
the room at Auntie Alyse, my little stepsister, still sleeping like an
angel.  It was she who so carefully oiled, powdered and diapered me
more than fifteen hundred times in the last five years.  And it was
she who took down my pants and briefs and spanked me or worse when I
was naughty ever so many times.

I haven't any doubts that I wanted to graduate and go on to college.
However, on this day I had to make a decision of another kind. It has
been my secret for I have been doing that for a couple of years now.
My hand was resting on my crotch just like many others teen boys'
hands do ever so frequently.  Well not quite for it was resting on my
diaper rather than my skin.  I could have just undone the tapes and
jerked off.  That was one choice.  What was in my mind was my 'stay
dry' chart.  Since my birthday three months ago every space has gotten
a star.  I could have peed and wet the diaper.  That was the other
choice.  Over the last few years, I made the second choice every time
it mattered.

"How does it matter?" you ask.  That's a fair question. Well, Mom made
some rules years ago when I started to wet the bed after my father was
killed in that terrible accident.  I needed to have a month of stars
to stop being required to wear a diaper each night.  Well, that was
until I was eighteen when it became three months and with my
graduating changes to six months.  That's not the big deal.  As long I
am a bed wetting widdle boy Auntie Alyse is in charge.  She has the
authority to tell me what to do or not to do and right to punish me
with spanking or whatever.  She has shared this power with Auntie
Heather.  It has been this way since I was in Junior High School.
Strange as it seems, I _like_ that they do this.

I supposed that I could just ask them to continue but then I could
also just tell them to stop being in charge or refuse to be punished.
That would spoil it -- for then they would *not* really be in charge
in my head.  In some strange way they have become substitutes for the
mother I lost when I was very young and also even for Father.  Yes
Mother (my Stepmother) is very good but discipline is not her strong
point nor is letting me play like a little kid which I need to do at
times.

I'm over eighteen now and staying dry would mean the end of wearing
diapers and being spanked.  Mother has said that once I'm out of
diapers, out of high school and over eighteen that I'll be too old to
be spanked.  Certainly that is still right today as it was in the past
on intellectual and age grounds but emotionally is different matter.
Previously, strictly speaking, I could have revisited the decision
every month.  However, I didn't do it monthly but went for nine or
more months because I found that this was a painful process for me.
Today the rule changes to six months.

I felt an urgency in my groin.  Rather than dashing to the bathroom I
just snuggled down and relaxed.  I felt my diaper grow wet and warm.
I was at peace with the world and myself.  I dozed off.

It was Auntie Heather who woke me.  She had come early to be with us
for this special day.  As she always did, she checked my diaper.  "It
a good thing I came early.  You're very wet."  I just waited for her
directions.  She got what she wanted from the bathroom and then
removed the wet diaper and used several wipes to clean me off.  Then
she wet the stubble and covered me with lots of shaving cream in order
to shave me.  It felt ever so nice.  The razor slid easily over my
skin removing the nasty hairs.  I had a lot more hair growing than I
did when she first did this.  As she handled my cock it got hard even
as she made me look like a widdle boy once again.  By wetting I had
surrendered my rights to have pubes like a big boy.  After she dried
me off, she did what she loved to do and I loved her to do -- she went
down on me.  It was, as it always was, ecstasy as I blasted into her
mouth.  As she invariably did, she swallowed it all.  "Go shower so we
can eat and get to your graduation."  I obeyed happily after thanking
her for all she did.

After I showered, both my Aunties helped me dress.  Auntie Alyse had a
special little present -- a pair of boxer shorts with a graduation
logo.  I got dressed in my first pair of big boy boxers and my new
graduation suit.  The four of us stopped for breakfast first.  We then
went to the school for the ceremony and then for a fancy dinner.  They
were all proud of me and I thanked them for all their help.  I told
them that I hoped that they would continue to help me.

After dinner Mom took me to the video store to get a new game as a
present.  I was surprised that my Aunties wanted to do some shopping
of their own rather than give me full attention on my special day.
Mom had sharp words for me and fortunately I listened or I would not
have gotten the new game.  By the time we got home, I was a naughty,
cranky widdle brat as Auntie Alyse soon told me.  I had to be told
several times to change out of my suit before playing with the new
game.  Soon I was just in my new big boy, but uncomfortable, boxers
and I found out how naughty I'd been.  Both my Aunties had more than
enough of my nonsense and I was not allowed to play.  It got even
worse for they told me that I was very naughty and was going to get
spanked.  "We got you a special present -- just what a naughty, widdle
boy like you needs."  I was very surprised and ripped open the
package.  It was a leather paddle.  A leather paddle to spank me with.
As I looked at it I was told that it was time to try it out.  Auntie
Heather removed my new big boy boxers and I bent over.  They each gave
me four very hard spanks with it.  I was crying.  Auntie Heather
diapered me and tucked me into bed.  "My widdle boy needs a
nappy-poo."

I woke up a good widdle boy.  I thanked Auntie Alyse and called Auntie
Heather to thank her also for the very nice paddle graduation gift.  I
also learnt that I liked tighite-whities much better than boxers and
want to continue to wear them.  Not surprisingly Auntie Alyse had been
right years ago that I should wear tighite-whities.

It was a wonderful day.  Yes, and not in spite of the fact that I was
spanked but because my two wonderful aunties cared enough to spank me.

Auntie Alyse wanted me to put this report in about how Auntie Heather
took care of me soon after she found out about my diaper wearing.  She
decided that it fit better here where I'm telling things than before
when she was telling.  She had carefully written down what I had told
her what had happened back when I was only fourteen and half and we
decided to leave it just I told her then.  It is clear that I did not
understand myself as well then as I do now.

> I was playing some video game when she rang the bell.  When I opened the 
> door, I told Heather that Alyse had gone to the dentist and wouldn't be 
> home until later.  She just barged in anyway.  "Auntie Heather knows 
> that Auntie Alyse isn't here.  That's why she's come to make sure her 
> widdle Nyckie is being a good widdle boy.  Widdle boys left alone often 
> get into trouble.  That's why Auntie Heather is widdle Nyckie's 
> babysitter."
> 
> "Yes, Auntie.  I'm a good widdle boy."  I will confess that I was hoping 
> for another BJ.  I heard the talk at school how few girls do it and that 
> even fewer swallow like she does.  She asked if I'd done all my homework 
> and I said most of it.  The truth, of course, was that I hadn't done any 
> but why tell her that?  Once in the bedroom she saw that I'd been 
> playing games on the PC.
> 
> "Just as I feared, Nyckie.  You've been playing games and not doing your 
> homework."  She snapped at me.  "Let me see your assignment book."  It 
> was right on my desk and she saw it.  She quickly picked it up and 
> checked it out.  "I see that not a single assignment is checked off. YOU 
> HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING, BOY.  SHAMEFULLY, YOU ALSO LIED ABOUT IT. You're 
> a very naughty boy.  And naughty widdle boys get SPANKED on their bare 
> bottoms."  She took out something from her bag and sat on the bed. 
>  "COME HERE IMMEDIATELY!" she commanded.  I hesitated.  "NOW, BOY, OR IT 
> WILL BE EXTRA!"  She had a small paddle in her hand and was slapping her 
> palm with it.
> 
> I still hesitated and she commanded again.  "Stop stalling, Diaperboy. 
> You know you must obey Auntie Heather, your favorite babysitter, 
> especially when your mommy is not here."  Yes, that's exactly what my 
> dear mother used to tell me when I really was a little boy.  And those 
> babysitters were very much like Heather (the same age and with budding 
> tits thrusting out their blouses) and after almost two years of Alyse in 
> charge, I obeyed.
> 
> I just stood there feeling like a widdle boy as she undressed and 
> lectured me.  She was really good at it for she made me feel really bad 
> about being naughty.  It was actually a relief when she pulled me over 
> her lap.  I wouldn't tell anyone but my 
> in-charge-of-me-who-also-makes-me-cry-sister but I was soon crying like 
> a widdle boy from her little paddle.  It really hurt like when Mom used 
> the hairbrush.  When I showed my bottom to Alyse she said it was very 
> red.  It even hurt the next day.  In short, I was a very well-spanked 
> widdle diaper boy.  Auntie Heather spanked terribly well.  I lay on my 
> bed crying for a while.
> 
> Soon she turned me over and got to work on my crotch.  My first thought 
> was that she was going to suck me but she did not.  She washed me and 
> lathered me up.  "Widdle boys, especially naughty widdle boys do not 
> have hair here."  Then she started to shave me.  She took her time and 
> carefully went over every place several times.  I was rock hard and 
> oozing the whole time.  She may be young and aggressive but she made me 
> feel good.  Then after she dried me off, she did what I most wanted her 
> to do.
> 
> Oh, it was great to feel her tongue all over my cock and balls and then 
> have her hot mouth wrapped around my cock.  I was extra excited because 
> of how she took complete charge and I had a wonderful orgasm.  I could 
> not move after it and she did not stop.  She kept at it until I came a 
> second time.  She put two diapers on me and cuddled me telling me that I 
> was her good widdle boy who sometimes went astray.  Even though my ass 
> was burning, she made me feel good.  She's a little vixen!  She made me 
> do my homework and threatened me with another spanking if I did not get 
> to it immediately.  I obeyed my Auntie Heather like a good widdle boy 
> should.  I found it much easier to be a good boy when I remembered how 
> hard I'd been spanked.
> 
> It was hard to concentrate but I did my best until I felt an urgent need 
> too crap.  Auntie would not let me go and I could not hold it very long. 
>  For the first time since I was a baby, I went in my pants, er, diaper. 
>  It really stank.  Auntie Heather told me I was a good boy and that the 
> suppository worked just like she wanted it to.  She told me that I must 
> pee before she changed me.  I did as she wanted and then she immediately 
> set to work to change me.
> 
> I felt so small; so helpless as I lay there on the bed with Auntie 
> Heather cleaning my butt.  She had some powerful hold over me and I was 
> just her widdle, diaper boytoy.  But she gave great BJ's.  She cleaned 
> me with many wipes and rediapered me.  Then it was back to homework. 
> When Alyse came home, Auntie Heather made me call her "Auntie Alyse". 
>  From then on I was required to always use their titles when I spoke to 
> them to show my respect and their superior positions over me.

I'm ever so glad that this happened.


Victor and I
It was wonderful to get to know Victor.  He wore diapers and that gave
me someone to play with.  He needed them all the time both fore and
aft while I just needed them at night.  But there was a widdle boy
inside of Victor, just like inside of me, and when we were alone we
could safely let those boys out to play.  Of course, alone was also
with wonderful Auntie Alyse and Auntie Heather and even Mom.  When Vic
and I visited each other at the beginning we would be changed by his
or my mom or my Aunties but as we got older we learnt how to change
each other.  You certainly can guess what had to happen when two guys
held each other's cocks covered in oil.  That always made the changing
take a lot longer but it was a lot more fun.

At first we were pretty young and his parents were around so we
couldn't do much but then they left us alone.  Actually, they insisted
that Victor and even myself take on more responsibility for our diaper
changes.  Although we were both hairless, widdle diaper boys, Vic was
definitely the _alpha_ hairless, widdle diaper boy and decided what we
should do.  Before Auntie Heather was giving me BJ's, I was giving
them to Vic.

The first time was after we had showered for bed and were alone in his
bedroom.  We got to wrestling and soon he was sitting on my chest and
I was looking right at his crotch.  He was hard and I could not take
my eyes off it.  He was much bigger than I was and it was fascinating
to me probably because it was such a close up view.  Victor noticed
this and started to play with his hard shaft and even brushed my face
and lips with it.  I objected (in my innocence and ignorance) and he
just stuck it into my mouth.  I was surprised and he told me that
since I had lost, I had to do what he said.  That first time he just
thrust in and out of my mouth until he shot.  He insisted that I
swallow and I did.

Gradually, I learnt how to please him most efficiently.  Soon every
time we were alone I was on my knees sucking his hard juicy dick.  It
was not long after that he also fucked me.  Once we got to doing these
things, we continued to do them.  We only played like this when we
were alone because Victor did not want my aunties to see us doing it.
Since he was the alpha, I deferred to his wishes.  He thought that it
might prevent us from being those widdle boys which was ever so much
fun and something he could not do at home because his father wanted
him to grow up.

Yes, he did also go down on me but "only to show me what to do".  It
was these experiences that got me to thrust up into Auntie Heather.
She was right there and I was ever so horny.  She did like it and I
loved it.


Victor's Father is Quick to Anger
Of course, it was not only sex and diapers when I was visiting with
Victor.  We also played like any other boys and managed to be naughty.
At least that is what Victor's parents -- especially his father --
told us.  I remember one time we were playing catch in the front yard
and his father came home early.  We were immediately yelled at and
ordered to Vic's room to get ready.  Vic answered very politely and
just dragged me into the house and upstairs.  He explained that 'get
ready' meant that he was going to be spanked.  He said it had happened
before when he had friends over and the friend would get a choice -- a
spanking like he got or banished for a month.  He was my best friend
and not playing with him for a month would have been a terrible
punishment.  It would also have seemed very cowardly to let him be
spanked and for me to get away without being spanked.  (There was
still the possibility I would be spanked at home anyway.)

I followed the protocol that Vic had to.  We stripped, made sure we
were dry and clean and used the toilet.  Having an accident while
being spanked would be so babyish.  After arranging the furniture as
required, we waited with our noses to the wall.  When his father came
in, he called us out and spoke to me first.  "I see that you are
prepared like Victor.  You do know that you may just leave rather than
be spanked since you are not my son?"

"Yes, sir. Victor explained the rules and I was just as naughty as he
was so I'll accept the same punishment, Sir."

"You know that playing ball in the front yard is not permitted?"

"Yes, Sir." we both said.

Vic's father sat on the chair and put the diaper over his lap.  Victor
got over his lap and said: "Ready, Father."

Vic got gripped tightly about the waist and his dad patted his butt a
couple of times before starting.  He raised his hand and brought it
crashing down on Vic's butt with a resounding SPANK!  It sounded bad
and I could see his hand print forming instantly.  He repeated this
for at least five minutes until Vic's bottom was bright red.  I did
not like this but I could not wimp out now.  When Vic got up he said:
"Thank you, Father."  He had trouble speaking and his eyes were very
wet.  Perhaps there were some tears on his cheeks also.

It was my turn now.  I was scared because he spanked a lot harder than
Mom or Auntie Alyse.  Vic's dad guided me into position and waited.  I
had forgotten to say I was ready and was embarrassed when he asked.
When I said it, he gripped my waist tightly and began.  Yes, it really
hurt a lot; even starting with the first spank.  I totally lost track
of time and spanks.  Unlike Vic, I could not help crying.  I cry very
easily when I'm spanked so by the time he finished I was really
crying.

Vic held me for a minute, wiped my face with some tissues and said we
had to stand with our noses to the wall for twenty minutes.  He had a
timer for that.  Later he told me that he used to cry like I did but
he was bigger now and could take it better.  His other friends often
cried when spanked.  He confessed that he was not looking forward to
his father promoting him to the strap.


Cousin Herbie Teaches Me Stuff -- I
Auntie Alyse has already told you about many of the significant first
experiences I had but not Herbie.  Auntie Heather's Uncle and Aunt had
rented a lakeside cabin for the summer and her cousin Herbie had
invited her to visit for a week.  There was lots of room so Auntie
Alyse and I were also invited.

I shared a room with Herbie.  He found out about my diaper when Auntie
Heather came in to put them on the first night.  He watched with
amused amazement as she oiled, powdered and diapered me.  "Heather, I
thought you were kidding when you said you told me that you did this
but I see it is true."  It was clear that he thought that I was a big
baby because I wore diapers and was bossed about by two younger girls.
But there was nothing to do about it for it was true.  Herbie was the
same age as Auntie Alyse and from the way he constantly looked at her
it was clear he wanted her.

It was a rainy Wednesday that Auntie Heather's Aunt left us alone to
do some shopping.  Herbie insisted that we wrestle.  I tried to refuse
but he was very persistent.  I was a few inches taller and I said I
could beat him trying to scare him out of the idea.  "Bet your ass you
can't; two out of three?" he said.

"I bet my ass I can." I retorted, just like any other teen trying to
act tough and macho since I was older and bigger.  That was a great
big mistake!  Well, after that there was no way out but to fight.  He
insisted that we fight like the ancient Greeks had done -- naked.
They all had seen me naked but he usually wore his trunks.  If he had
worn Speedos I would have known what to expect, I was surprised at
what I saw.  He had a big bush above a big cock.  It seemed like it
was as big as mine got when hard.  Part of the reason his cock looked
so big was that he was smaller than I was.  My Aunties were to keep
the time and score and to referee.  Either a shoulder pin, being held
unable to fight for a minute or a submission was a win.

What I did not know was he had experience and was strong.  I quickly
learnt.  He got me down almost immediately.  I was prone and he was on
top of me.  I later learnt that was a full Nelson that he used to keep
my head down.  My arms and legs were spread.  He kept my legs apart
with his knees and applied pressure on my neck with his hands.  I
could feel his hard cock on my crack.  He had lots to say; such as:
"Your ass is mine, hairless diaperboy."  He had already told my
Aunties to tell him when the minute was up.  I struggled but couldn't
change a thing.  I was relieved when they called time and he released
me.

The second pin was even worse.  He got me on my back and pushed my
legs down so that my feet were near my ears.  It was like he was
folding me to put into a box.  His arms held my legs and his body was
against mine.  Again, I could feel his hard cock bumping on my ass
crack.  I tried to twist to get free but I heard the SLAP on the floor
for counting the pin.  SLAP!  SLAP!!  I had lost the match.  What I
did not realize was what else I had lost.

The problem was I had 'bet my ass' and that meant he was going to fuck
me whether or not I liked it.  Maybe if I had been younger or smaller
there might have been an out but there wasn't and my two aunties
indicated that I had to keep my word.  Herb had proven that he was the
alpha male and I had to yield.  He said "I'm going to collect my
prize.  How is up to you, diaperboy.  Heather, please get the lube and
a condom from my night stand."  I just lay on the floor scared of what
would happen.  When Auntie Heather returned, he tore open the condom
and rolled it on his cock.  He lifted my legs to his shoulders and
lubed up my hole quite gently.  I was told that he had three fingers
in me before he pulled me onto his hard cock.  It hurt at first and I
yelped but then the pain passed.  He fucked me for a while and I was
surprised that it felt good inside.  It was nice like when Auntie
Heather sucked me.  When he was finished, he withdrew and for a while
I felt empty.  Auntie Heather had brought some paper towels and he
wiped his cock off.  She wiped my crack and then my own cum off my
chest.  Of course, Herbie was smiling but so were both of my Aunties.
Apparently they liked the show.  I was sent to shower.

They must have planned the evening because Herbie and Auntie Heather
swapped beds.  I knew what they were doing in the other room and was
jealous because I was not even allowed to see Auntie Alyse's bush.
After that I was required to call him Uncle Herbert.

The next night Uncle Herbert's father was back and they couldn't
switch beds.  Soon after _lights out_ Uncle Herb got on top of me.  He
was sitting on my chest and had my arms pinned down.  I really did not
struggle much because I couldn't take my eyes off his hard cock and
big bush especially as I knew he could easily overpower me.  "It's
time for _BABY_ to have his night bottle."  He leaned forward and when
I opened my mouth to say no, he stuck it into my mouth.  "SUCK IT,
boy...or...I'll rip off your dee-dee and ram it up your ass."  I knew
that he could do that so I sucked him off.  Just like Auntie Heather
swallowed, so did I.

On the last day, I forgot to call him 'Uncle Herbert' and he spanked
me for being disrespectful.  We were down by the lake when it
happened.  He just sat on the bench and pulled me over his lap after
yanking down my trunks.  All he used was his hand but that was
sufficient for he was much stronger than my Aunties.  He made me cry
and then I apologized.  The cool water made me hurt less.  We
roughhoused in the water and I liked that he dunked me.  Well, that's
what uncles do to their widdle nephews.

Since that happened almost three years ago I have dreams about how he
could have just pushed his hard cock right into my ass as soon as he
got me under his control. I found that to be very exciting and it made
me wet -- in the grown up way -- my diapers.  I also dreamed about
girls with similar wet results.


Meeting Victor's Father's Strap
I was doing a sleepover with Victor once again and we had gone to the
movies.  We got to talking about it in the soda shoppe (don't blame
me, that's what _they_ call it).   And we missed the bus we should
have gotten to get home on time.  We called his parents and told them
we would be late so that they would not worry.  After that all Vic
would do was pace at the bus stop waiting for the next one.  He knew
_exactly_ what his father would do. He said it would hurt a lot more
than his hand that I had already felt a year previously.  I tried to
put on a brave face.

Eventually we got home and his father was waiting for us.  He
complimented us on calling and noted that the punishment would be
less.  We immediately went to Vic's room, stripped down, showered,
prepared our diapers and then held up the wall with our noses.  It was
only then I really learnt that the strap was a tawse.  I'm certain
that the tawse was designed by the devil to maximize the pain
inflicted on youths with the least effort of their fathers without
long term damage.  Upon questioning neither of us could give any
reasons to explain our dual failure.  The phone call saved us one cut
each.  Believe me, it was a very well spent quarter.

We got it at the same time.  We both bent over and held our ankles so
that our butts were presented for the torture device.  Vic got the
first and I heard the crack of it hitting his butt and then his
suppressed yelp.  The sound had barely faded when I felt the kiss of
the devil on my own butt.  It was a searing pain and I could not
suppress my yelp like Vic had.  I was well convinced that I would
never be able to sit again by the third cut and yet there were two
more to go.  Those were even worse because they were on sensitized
skin.  I was sobbing a bit while trying to be macho like Vic.  He had
a lot more experience though.  He thanked his father and promised to
be careful of his curfew in the future.  I copied his lead and his
father left.

I don't know why but we were both very hard and immediately jerked
each other off.  We hurt too much to fuck so we just put on each
other's diapers and sacked out.  We had some more fun in the morning
when the fires had died down to mere embers.


Cousin Herbie Teaches Me Stuff -- II
It was almost a year before I saw Uncle Herbert again.  His 'rents had
an affair to go to near where we lived so they expanded their trip to
visit Auntie Heather's parents.  Uncle Herb came with a friend to
visit with his cousin.  Of course, he really wanted to see Auntie
Alyse.  So Auntie Heather invited her for a visit and I got dragged
along as both my Aunties insisted that it would be fun.  Auntie
Heather's folks carefully planned things to prevent any hanky-panky
with five teens together unsupervised.  Their planning was not
sufficient.

I insisted that I could put on my diaper and that I rarely wet but
they -- Herb and his friend, Shawn -- said I must listen to them or I
would get spanked.  I tried to reason with them; I even begged them
but they had made up their minds.  There was not any doubt that Uncle
Shawn knew about me for during the afternoon he asked if I was the
hairless widdle diaper boy.  They both laughed when Auntie Heather
said: "I keep him smooth because it's more hygienic."

Uncle Shawn asked her to shave me and they decided that it would be
fun.  I tried to object but Uncle Shawn took hold of me and I could
not move.  Uncle Herb yanked down my jeans and tightie-whities which
made my struggling even less effective.  Auntie Heather got the
shaving stuff and Uncle Shawn held me down flat on the bed.  By then I
gave up and accepted my fate.  I hoped that she would do what she
usually did but I doubted she would with her cousin and his buddy
watching.

There was, surprisingly, something extra exciting about this as she
covered me with the shaving cream and then used the razor.  Uncle
Shawn was next to me since he did not have to restrain me anymore.  I
could see the big tent in his jeans as Auntie Heather did her job.  I
was hard also still hoping that she would go down on me but she did
not.  Uncle Shawn laughed that I was hard and that I must like this.
I was allowed to get dressed and it was then that I realized that
Auntie Alyse and Uncle Herb were out of the room.  They returned soon
but it was clear what they had been doing from their big smiles.

Later that evening Auntie Heather's folks carefully sent 'the guys'
downstairs to prevent any improprieties (not knowing how intimate we
all had been the summer before and in the afternoon).  Uncle Herb
certainly was interested in Auntie Alyse.  His friend, who I quickly
was forced to call Uncle Shawn, also wanted some action.  Well, one
shot was not enough for Uncle Herb; he said he was going to have my
ass -- whether I liked it or not -- just like he had my sister's.  I
knew I did not have a chance to refuse for they each could overpower
me.

I tried to put on my diaper myself but they would not let me.
"Hairless widdle diaper boys don't do that." they agreed.  They also
agreed that I was a naughty boy for even suggesting it.  I was quickly
stripped and Uncle Shawn pulled me across his lap to teach me a
lesson.  I did as they ordered in the hope that they would be nicer.
His spanks were not nearly as hard as Vic's father's since he was so
much smaller but they were hard enough to hurt.  They soon were
admiring my bright red butt.

They discussed who should go first.  Uncle Herbert said: "Shawn you
can go first since I already had the baby as well as his sister."
When Uncle Shawn stripped, his big tent pole was ready for action.  He
put on a condom so he wouldn't get shitty or worse and then had me on
my hands and knees.  He was rough but fortunately quick.  I did not
like the way he did it.

Uncle Herb was much nicer.  He knew how to make me more responsive and
enhance his own pleasure.  He took his time and even was jerking me
off as he fucked me.  He did not come until after I did.  They
diapered me then without letting me piss first.  "You don't have to
worry about it since you got a diaper on."

In the morning I was wet.  They were both horny and I had to suck them
both off before they allowed me to do anything else.  Again Uncle
Shawn came almost immediately and Uncle Herb enjoyed my mouth a lot
longer.

We did not have time for anything but breakfast before Uncle Herb and
the others left.  My Aunties comforted me a lot that afternoon.


Afterword:
I really don't have much to say to wrap things up.  At the beginning,
I said that I wanted to continue as I have been even though it is not
a perfect way.  But every path in life has good and bad and I'm happy
with my choices.  Auntie Alyse, my dear sister, and Auntie Heather
were both surprised by some of what I wrote but I'm glad that they
know now.  I'm sure we will do less stuff than we did when I was in
high school just as that was less than when I was in junior high.
But, just like Linus has his blanket, I have my dear wonderful
Aunties.

The End

(c) Copyright A.I.L.  September 28, 2006


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