“Now come show me your diaper! If Daddy gets back and thinks I haven’t paid attention I’ll be in so much trouble.”
Ryan climbed the back of the sofa slowly. He didn’t want Sam checking and changing his diaper; he wanted Daddy to do it! He stepped in front of Sam and bore the clearly swollen crotch of the diaper he’d slept in, while his own eyes noticed the subtle droop of Sam’s pull-up. He’d wet it again. Daddy never seemed to care.
Up close and personal Ryan was sure he could smell it; the tiniest whiff of Sam’s piss in the air. Was it the heat? His own wet diaper felt great, but Sam’s pull-up was now starting to-
“Hello? Show me the butt, dude,” Sam rolled his eyes. “I don’t need to see the front. It’d be a miracle if it was dry.”
Ryan snapped to reality and turned around with a blush. Staring at Sam was nothing new, but he didn’t want to imply he wasn’t still annoyed that his brother had left him behind in babyhood. It was still so strange having Sam make the deciding judgement. A week ago he would have been just as wet as Ryan.
“That’s what I needed,” Sam laughed, as he gripped the seat of Ryan’s diaper.
He trembled quietly under Sam’s touch, and for a moment he reconsidered his preference for Daddy checking his diaper. He took a deep breath.
“You can last a few more minutes,” Sam released. “I’ll find you after I shower, bro, but please don’t leak for my sake.”
Ryan said nothing, and watched as Sam walked back towards the bathroom, pausing to slink the heavy pull-up down his legs with both hands, before tossing it into the doorway of his new bedroom.
Something spoke to Ryan in that moment. His ‘brother’ was hot of course, they’d done more than enough together with Daddy, but now the pull-up was looking attractive, and irresistible. A voice in his head told him to go take a look, but to wait for Sam to be out of the way first. He knew it was naughty. He knew it needed to be secret. His heart beat excitedly as Sam shut the bathroom door behind him, and he tip-toed quietly towards his brother’s bedroom and saw it; his strangely attractive prize.
He’d just left it on the floor.
Ryan looked over his shoulder. The bathroom was still shut and the sudden hammering of water signalled the shower starting. It was now or never.
What he was going to do was fine. Sam hadn’t put it in a pail or the trash. It wasn’t like he was being gross and retrieving it from somewhere he shouldn’t. It was just on the floor. For all he knew, Sam was going to put it back on. It was fine to have another sniff.
He bounced in nervously and hunched down. It was definitely the heat, somehow exacerbating the aroma unexpectedly; pungent, salty, sweaty, warm. Just like the whiff he’d pick up from Sam, it smelled like his brother, and like his morning release. Only now; irresistible in privacy and before him.
His hands reached out and scooped it up, and he nervously drew the heat of the heavy pull-up towards his face. Towards his nose, and his mouth. It was there, tantalisingly. He wasn’t jealous of wearing them, and he didn’t want to try it on. He loved his diapers after all. He just wanted to inhale it, and he did, deeply, squeezing it gently to his face. His brother’s piss was right there, contained in this garment that had offended and troubled him only days ago, and it was glorious.
“Find something you like?”
Sam’s voice disturbed him, and Ryan dropped the pull-up immediately, letting it hit the floor with a soft thump.
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