matt’s christmas vacation pt. 2
alex wasn’t just content with his brother matt wearing diapers during their vacation — he intended to make matt use them as well.
the nighttime wetting was the easiest. it was as though the diapers had given matt a sense of security that reverted him back to his bedwetting self — psychologically, his body knew that if the sheets were protected, there was no need to wake matt up to pee. the first night, he woke up as he was pissing into his diaper. after that, he slept blissfully through his accidents.
this still wasn’t enough for alex. during the day, he made matt ask for permission to use the bathroom. permission that never came, of course. combined with the countless drinks alex slid matt’s way, his diapers were wet more often than not. matt, threatened with pictures that would be sent to his girlfriend and roommates, was powerless to stop this humiliation.
somehow, their parents never caught on to the fact that their oldest son was pissing himself regularly throughout the week, and a week went by and it was time to go home.
“tell you what bro,” said alex. “here’s your boxers back. if you can stay dry until we get home, i’ll give you the rest of your underwear back and i’ll delete all the photos i took of you. if you can’t stay dry, then we’ll have to implement some more permanent changes.”
matt was right to be hesitant. he knew his brother must have been up to something. “what’s the catch?”
“no catch. you can use the bathroom whenever you want. just don’t piss yourself.”
this would turn out to be easier said than done.
their mom was a nervous flyer, so as soon as they made it through airport security she was at the airport bar.
“want anything?” she asked her sons after she ordered a glass of wine.
“let’s get a couple beers,” said alex.
matt, never one to turn down free alcohol, gladly accepted. alex knew their mom would want a second round, and when the time came he ordered a sprite for himself and another beer for matt.
as matt drank down his second drink, alex slipped a little sleeping medicine into the sprite. “finish this for me, yeah?” he said, sliding it over to matt. matt hesitated, then took the drink. what could be the harm? he could use the bathroom whenever he wanted, after all.
and he did, right before they boarded. alex didn’t mind. why would he?
matt began to feel tired as he sat down in the window seat, alex next to him. their parents were a few rows ahead, sitting in aisle seats across from each other. matt yawned as the flight attendants did their safety presentation.
“you tired?” asked alex, feigning innocence.
“yeah,” said matt. “i’ll be fine though. i’ll sleep through the flight and be refreshed when we land”
“let me know if you need me to get up so you cam go to the bathroom,” said alex.
they took off. alex was glad that matt managed to stay awake long enough for the flight attendants to offer a drink. matt ordered a glass of wine and used their dad’s credit card to pay for it.
half an hour later he was out like a light, resting his head on the tray table.
night night, bro, alex thought. it wouldn’t be long now before —
alex watched in glee as the front of matt’s pants began to darken. the alcohol, the sleeping medicine, the reliance on diapers for the last week had all caught up to matt, and he was pissing himself in his sleep, right on the airplane. alex grinned as he took another photo of his brother in wet pants to add to the collection.
when they landed, their parents would see that their oldest son had had an accident. alex would use matt’s credit card to order packs of diapers and pull-ups, and throw away the rest of his underwear. there’d be no hiding that matt was a bedwetting, diaper dependent loser. but for now, he slept on in his soaked pants and boxers, unaware just how much his life was about to change.
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