Author: Anonymous

Summary: A partly true account of an older brother forced to wear a diaper because he teased his younger brother by calling him a diaper-baby.

The names of he individuals involved in this story have been changed for their protection. If it was figured out who one of the boys were friends surfing the web could easily figure out who the other boy was.

This story is written in a time when Pull-Ups and Goodnights weren't invented yet. All their was were Baby diapers and I couldn't tell you what sizes the diapers used in this story were, or how they could fit the two boys. I just can guarantee they did.

A young boy of about 9 years sat watching GI Joe on the large TV in his family's living room, his younger brother of 7 sat next to him playing with GI Joe action figures while occasionally looking up to watch a bit of the Cartoon Movie that played on the flickering screen.

"Boy's, it's almost bedtime," A woman's voice came from the kitchen, Mike and Sam, the two boy's mother was doing dishes.

"It's almost over, mom!" The older boy shouted into the kitchen.

"Ten more minutes Mike," The woman replied, "Sam, start your bathwater."

"Mom," the younger of the two boys whined and then gave a huff, "I'm not even tired yet."

"Good, I wouldn't want you to fall asleep in the bathtub. Now hop to it, it's almost bedtime," The mother shouted from the kitchen.

Which expressed agitation the younger boy stood up and almost stomped off towards the bathroom that was at the end of the hall that connected the living room to the two bedrooms.

After a few moments the sound of bathwater running in the bathroom could be heard ever so faintly under the roar of laser weapons on TV.

"Ten more minutes, Mike, and then you better be in the shower," the boys' mother called out from the kitchen.

"Alright, mom, it's almost over," Mike called back, "and Sam's in there now. You know he takes forever."

"Ten more minutes Mike." Is all she replied.

***

Fifteen minutes later, and after a short and not heated argument with his mother, Mike stood pounding at the closed bathroom door.

"Hurry up!" Mike's shouts could throughout the house, "mom said to get out!" he shouted at his brother Sam behind the door. Mike began to pound again.

"Chill out," Sam told his brother in a bubbly voice. A large grin nearly ear to ear on the towel covered, dripping wet younger boy, "I'm done."

"You took long enough," Mike said in an upset tone, "Mom said to tell you not to forget to put on your diaper, baby!" Sam's mouth became tight as though he had just bitten into a lemon.

"Mom!" Sam cried out, "Mike's making fun of me."

"Mike, don't tease your brother," the boys' mother shouted from the kitchen. The sound of clanking dishes being put up into cabinets could be heard.

"Tattletale," Mike twisted his nose in a brotherly sneer, "just like a baby."

"Mom!" Sam cried.

"Mike!" their mother shouted.

"Baby," Mike said, "baby."

"Get in the shower," their mother said, "And Sam, get ready for bed," she added as an after thought.

Sam went into the shared room, Mike into the bathroom to shower. A moment later the bathroom door reopened, Mike's head poked out on his craning neck.

"Mom, there's no hot water!" Mike yelled into the hall.

"Just take a quick one!" His mother yelled back.

"It's cold!" He replied.

"Then be extra quick!" She replied back.

The bathroom door closed hard, not quite a slam.

Sam came out of the boys' room dressed in his white clouds over blue, two-piece pajamas and went into the living room to play with his GI Joes some more.

"Put those away, it's almost time for bed," Sam's mother stood in the passage between the kitchen and the living room. Without argument, the boy began cleaning up his toys, placing the little men into the back of an APC-type vehicle.

"Did you put on your nighttime underwear?" The boys' mother asked Sam.

"Yes." Only a slight hesitation before the boys answer. Sam's mother's face changed to reflect that she sensed a lie.

"Let me see," she said. Sam looked up with reluctance on his face.

"Sam," his mother's tone repeated the command for her.

"Alright," Sam pulled the waist of his pajamas down slightly to reveal he was wearing a pair of white briefs.

"Sam," His mother's voice held a displeased tone, "take your toys and put them up, and then bring back one of your nighttime pants right now, young man," her tone becoming slightly more commanding as the sentence went on.

With a sigh and a slump, the boy bent over picked up his GI Joes and went down the hall towards the boys' room just in time to see Mike coming out of the bathroom one towel wrapped around his waist, another in his right hand being used to dry of his face and hair. Mike left the bathroom and went into the boys' room, the door immediately to his left when exiting the bathroom, just before Sam reached three paces before from the bedroom door.

Waiting in the living room with her hands on her hips, the boys' mother took a moment to glance around for any toys the boys may have missed. It seemed they hadn't.

"Forgot your diaper, diaper-baby!" Mike's voice could be heard coming from the boys' room.

"Mom!" Sam cried out.

"Mike, stop teasing your brother or you'll be sorry!" She yelled down the hall.

"Go take your diapers to your mommy to be changed," Mike voice became mocking, as though speaking to a baby, "diaper-baby!"

"Mom!" Sam cried out again.

"That's it!" Their mother snapped out and with a stomp of her foot began down the hall way towards the boys' room. "I told you tonight to stop teasing your brother, and I've told you many night before to stop teasing your brother. Now I'm sick and tired of hearing this every single night!"

A look of fear came across both of the boys' faces as their mother's figure filled the door frame to their bedroom door. Sam's face became one of slack-jawed shock as he realized his mother's gaze was for Mike.

"What did you just call him?" The boys' mother asked Mike.

"Nothing," Mike answered quickly, the best look of innocence he could muster made him look all the more guilty.

"No, I heard it. Now I want you to repeat it." Her eyes could pierce steel and to him felt like they were about to stab him.

"Nothing, really. We were just talking..." His mother cut him off.

"You've said it at least three times tonight, and many times before. Now I want to hear you say it just one more time, and you can't? Now what was it you called him?" She took on a more comfortable looking stance, one that said she could stand there all night until he answered if she had to.

Mike thought it over for a minute, he knew very well now what exactly she meant and he suspected a trap of some sort. Parents always asked you to repeat yourself just before they did something to make sure you never repeated it again. He couldn't guess what she was going to do, but he sensed something. Knowing he was already caught in her web and unable to see a way out he took a breath and answered her.

"Diaper baby," The words were soft and he spoke in a near whisper.

"What?" She asked again, as if she couldn't hear him.

"Diaper baby," The words drooled out as though they were heavy and he was dragging them across the floor.

"And why would you call him such a thing?" She asked him shortly.

Sensing he was really getting in deep, he tried to think of a good response that might get him out of this mess. Unable to think of one he went with the shortest answer he could come up with.

"Because he wears diapers," he said, and then his voice raised in pitch and volume and before she could cut him off he continued, "and they are diapers whether or not you want to call them that. They're diapers, so it's not like I'm using a bad word." And then he paused for a moment trying to determine if what he just said actually made sense to himself or not. Either way he didn't think it actually help him any, but he couldn't see how it hurt, so he just stood their with his best grin waiting for his mother to explode on him.

"Umm-humm," His mother replied.

"You, there!" Their mother pointed to Sam and then to Sam's bed, the one closest to the door. Her tone was now a commanding one again. Bringing her gaze back to Mike she then said, "And you, there!" and pointed to Mike's bed. It was the one closest to the window overlooking the backyard.

The fact that her eyes met with his and simple process of elimination made clear who she meant, but Mike still hesitated for a moment before he seemed to realize she meant him. Or perhaps he wasn't sure he understood her command, but after a moment of pause he quickly sat down on the bed expecting to get a lecture in a sort of heart-to-heart style as his mother has been known to do.

"Now I don't want to hear a peep out of you until I ask you," Mike's mother said pointing at him, "you just wait until I'm finished taking care of your brother."

Mike nodded and then after she turned her attention to Sam he took on a look of contemplation. Why would she get Sam ready for bed before giving the lecture. She usually liked to give them while she was steamed. Oh well, perhaps she just wanted to get it over with before she forgot. Sam did just get a new mattress.

Mike and Sam's mother looked down at Sam sitting on his bed with a pleased look on his face. Glancing him over she saw he held a fresh diaper in his hands.

"You know, I wouldn't feel I had to do this if you would do it yourself," she said to Sam. Taking the diaper away from him, Sam just looked up at her. The smile on his face melted away as she began to unfold it.

"But I don't like wearing diapers," Sam said, his jaw hung open as though we were going to say more but couldn't find the words.

"Well, we just bought you a new bed, and you agreed you would wear them until you didn't need them anymore. There is nothing wrong with wearing them if you need them. It doesn't make you a baby, Sam, your actions are what make you grown up or not." She turned her head to look back to Mike again, as if to imply he should be paying attention. "Now you not putting them on yourself when I told you to is not very responsible. Your seven years old, you can do this yourself."

At that comment a light seemed to go off over hear head as she realized it would be better to just have Sam put it on himself right now. It would probably even help give greater impact to the lesson she was planning on giving Mike in a moment. So she refolded the diaper, and then handed it back to Sam. "Now go in the bathroom and get ready for bed, and make it quick because it's now past nine."

Sam seemed to sit up a little straighter, but he still didn't seem any happier about the whole ordeal.

"Oh, alright," he said as he stood up and headed for the bathroom.

Mike and Sam's mother then turned to Mike.

"He has a hard enough time with the fact that he wets the bed without you making fun of him for wearing diapers," she began. Mike turned his head to watch and listen, his posture slumped in preparation for a long lecture. She continued, "He doesn't need your teasing. In fact, what he needs is your support and understanding. Now, I still don't want to hear a word out of you when he comes back. You say anything to him and I'll tan your hide, you hear me?"

"Yes, mom," Mike moaned. He suddenly realized he was tired and wished he could just go to bed.

As if on cue, Sam strode into the room, a slight waddle and crinkle to his step.

"Now, until you show me I can trust you, you'll still have to show me. So let me see," Sam's mother said to him. Sam complied by pulling down the waist of his blue pajamas far enough to show he was wearing a diaper under them.

"Good, now sit down, I still have to take care of your brother." She said as she gave Sam a slight nod and watched him intently as he sat back down on the bed.

Turning to Mike, she could tell he wasn't really paying any attention. However, after a moment he did notice she was looking at him and he turned to look at her.

She began to move towards Mike, and between the two beds, "Now, as I was saying to you earlier, your brother needs your understanding and support. Since you seem to be missing one and not giving the other I've decided to help you to understand him a little better." Sam watched as though this was the best entertainment on the planet while Mike just followed her with his dull gaze as she strode between the beds and to Sam's dresser. "and to give you a bit of motivation in supporting him too."

Sam's mouth looked like it was going to catch flies while Mike's eyes seemed like they were going to pop out of his head as they both watched their mother pull a fresh diaper out of Sam's top dresser drawer. Mike was stunned, his mind began to race with the possibilities for why she was getting a new diaper out of the drawer, and his mind kept coming back to the same thought. He couldn't believe it, he wouldn't believe it. Mike's jaw now dropped open as well.

Turning on her heal with purpose Sam and Mike's mother turned to Mike and gave him a look that could have froze lava and stopped it from moving. With the diaper in her right hand she pointed with her left as her mouth became a strait line and she gave him the command.

"Lay down," her voice was firm and left no room for argument or delay, nut Mike did seem like he was going to delay and so before he could think she added, "Now."

Mike's face gave one of confirmation showing that he heard what she said very clearly and then he slowly began to lay down on the be where she was pointing to just in front of her.

While on his back and looking up at his mother hovering over him and unfolding a diaper he fought the urge to cry and in the best calm voice he could muster he said in a shaky tone, "Mom."

"Hush!" she snapped at him, "I said don't say a word until I asked for one."

The urge to cry began to become harder to keep at bay, he felt butterflies stirring up in his stomach. He looked over at Sam and saw the seven year old boy was grinning from ear to ear with amusement. When Sam saw Mike was looking at him, he gave a little hop and bounce on the bed and his grin grew up to his ears.

"I won't," Mike began and then choked. He felt a burp coming up, the butterflies were stirring in his belly and were now up in his throat, "I won't make fun of Sam anymore..."

"I bet you won't," Mike's mother replied to him, "I making sure of that." The diaper was now laying down on to Mike's right side, his mother slightly to his left. She pushed his shoulders and pulled on his legs just below his hips so that he was angled with his feet towards the door and his head pointing to the corner of the room opposite his mother. He found when had stiffened up to resist her moving him, but now found that it had only helped her; him being more like moving a board instead of a rag doll.

"No, I mean I won't. I promise." His voice became pleading.

"Not a word remember," She cut in, " do you want a spanking!?"

He began to burp and could sense that he was going to need to pass gas really soon, too. His stomach was turning over like wave on an ocean. He tried to think of something to say, anything that he could do and then he felt as she began to pull his pajama bottoms down. Quickly he grabbed for his pants waist and held.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't want to wear a diaper," he said, "I'm sorry, I wont make fun of him anymore."

"Hush!" She said, "Now you're starting to understand your brother, now aren't we?"

Mike's face became one of puzzlement. He didn't understand. Until she said that he thought she was doing this just to humiliate him and make him feel bad. His mind began to think, what could she mean? However, he was snapped out of his train of thought before he could come up with an answer by the sensation of his pants and underwear being pulled down to his knees.

The air was cool on his damp privates, they still weren't completely dry from the shower, though they almost were. The cool air made him shrink up and he felt very exposed. Well, of course he did, he was! He bent to reach down for the waist of his pants again, but before he could his mother pushed his chest back down and as though it was all one motion; with both hands pulled his pants down to his ankles. He now felt very exposed.

Mike looked up. For some reason his mother was standing over him with her hands on her hips. He was tempted to reach down and pull his pants back up but the look she was giving him told him it wasn't a good idea to do so right now. In fact, the look she was giving him told him it wasn't a good idea to move a finger, it probably wasn't a good idea to do anything but breath. So he just looked at her.

"Well?" She said.

He knew she meant for him to give her an answer to something she believed he was supposed to have figured out just now, but with his pants around his ankles he couldn't think of anything but that. And how upset she looked, and how he was in big trouble.

Giving him a slightly different look, one of disappointment she took in a breath and bent over to take his pants from his around his ankles. Placing them on the bed beside the diaper she then picked up the diaper and placed it on his right side.

"You just said it," she said. She clearly wanted him to figure this one out for himself. He just wished she would give it to him and be done with it. No, no, he wished he wasn't about to have a diaper put on him. He would rather figure it out for her if it took all night if it meant not having to wear a diaper.

"I won't tease him anymore, I swear!" the nine year old boy pleaded. He believed that's what she wanted to hear although he had already said that several times.

"Um-humm." She said, realizing that she lost him she decided to give him a hint while she continued to diaper him. "And why is it you say that?" She grabbed him by the ankles and picked them up into the air and over his head so that his knees nearly touched his head.

His mind trying to figure out what he needs to say in order to not have to wear a diaper he barely noticed she had him by the ankles until his knees were wiping his face. He tried to brake his legs free and straiten out and when he did he met very little resistance so his legs snapped down rather quickly. He snapped straight and his legs bounced a bit off the bed right after his mother let go about half a foot before they touched down and he felt the cottony soft sensation of a diaper under his bottom.

He decided to pay more attention to what his mother was doing instead of being inside his own skull. He glanced down towards his waist and feet and realized his mother had stopped. Looking up he saw her standing there with her hands on her hips and giving him that questioning look again. He just looked at her blankly and realized the butterflies had pretty much stopped.

"Well?" She said.

"What?" Mike asked trying to get a clue as to the answer she wanted.

"Why do you say you're not going to make fun of your brother anymore?" she asked.

Mike looked over at his brother who was now laying on his bed belly- down and holding his head up on his hands, his arms resting on his elbows, and that huge grin still plastered on his face.

"Because it's wrong," Mike said.

His mother was going to tell him that was an incorrect answer, but she decided she could lead him from there.

"And why is it wrong?" She asked.

Mike thought for a brief moment and then replied, "because it's wrong."

His mother felt as though she was going to become more frustrated and actually realized to herself she wasn't really all that angry anymore.

"And why is it wrong?" She asked as she started tapping her foot.

Mike thought, he know saying just because it was wrong wouldn't be the answer she's looking for. He paused to think and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, the spot where the ceiling meets wall over the closet in fact and suddenly realized that his mother had spread his legs apart.

Gosh! He thought, Would she give him a moment to think without interrupting him by continuing to put a diaper on him. Or would she just let him put up a good fight without going into action when he had his guard down.

"No, stop!" He cried out and covered his privates with his hands prepared to fend off the diaper.

"Why?" She asked, very clearing meaning why should she stop.

Mike looked at her caught off guard again, but without hesitation of thought he sputtered out, "I don't want to wear a diaper. Please, I don't want to wear a diaper." He sensed he was going to cry and then felt tears forming up in his eyes. He held them back, he was nine years old after all not a cry baby. He was nine years old, and not a baby. "I don't want to wear a diaper!" he said more firmly.

"Bingo!" His mother said.

Mike began to cry, tears welling up in his eyes and flowing down his cheeks. "Please, I'll do anything. I'll stop making fun of him I swear! Please mom, I don't want to wear a diaper."

"Why?" His mother asked.

"Because..." He trailed his own sentence off not wanting to say what he was thinking, not wanting to say because he wasn't a baby. He felt if he said it he would be saying he was a baby, even when he was saying he wasn't.

"Why?" His mother asked again, and then to make sure he understood the question added, "Because why?"

Mike fought back some whining and sniffled up his tears. He was tempted to wipe his face with the back of his hand but wasn't about to relent and remove his hands from his privates. He wanted to be ready to fend of the diaper if she tried to finish putting it on him.

"Because..." Mike said, and even though he didn't want to say it he knew she was going to pry it out of him though he couldn't think of why she wanted to. "I'm not a baby."

Mike's mother nodded and then looked over to Sam with a smile. Sam didn't understand what his mother was meaning by giving him a triumphant look, he kind of thought maybe she was happy about making Mike cry, but seeing her smiling face of victory he couldn't help but smile back and he held that smile as he turned his attention back to watching his brother laying in bed crying while getting diapered.

"Did I ever say you were a baby?" Mike's mother asked Mike.

Mike hiccupped back his crying, sniffled, and answered, "No." Man, he was shook up. He felt very embarrassed about crying like a baby in front of his brother while getting diapered also in front of his brother. His younger brother. His baby brother. He wasn't supposed to wear diapers. He wasn't a baby. He didn't wet the bed like his younger brother. He knew he was being punished, or thought he was, but what was with all the questions from his mother. Obviously she was trying to teach him a lesson, a real lesson she wanted him to learn something. He realized that she was going somewhere with the questions and she was trying to get him to understand something, even if he didn't understand on a conscious level that she was trying to get him to understand. But what, was the question on his mind.

He felt the answer in the back of his mind. Like having something on the tip of his tongue. He sensed the right answer speaking to him, it was floating around in his head but he couldn't grab a hold of it. Then it dawned on him that it was probably something so obvious that he wasn't noticing it. Then he felt the diaper being pulled up over his hands.

"No!" he snapped, tears welling up and crying mode about to come on like a switch being thrown.

His mother paused, leaving him holding onto the diaper, she had let go. She was still standing, ready to grab the diaper again and was leaning over him, but she asked that darn three letter question again.

"Why?"

"I'm not a baby," he said, skipping right over his first instinct to say he didn't want to wear a diaper.

"I never said you were," she said, "and I never said your brother was either."

Suddenly a light came on in his head. He now knew what she was getting at.

"Now remove your hands or I'm going to slap them," she said.

He realized now what she was getting at, but he couldn't tell her the answer because he had so go back to fending off her putting a diaper on him.

"No!" He said, "I don't' want to wear a diaper."

"I know," She said, "But you don't have a choice in it, and neither does your brother, except at least he doesn't put up a fight and cry and whine about it. In fact, he puts them on himself." With that last sentence she turned and looked back at Sam with a big smile to tell him with her face that he was a good boy for doing so. Sam looked up at his mother, understanding coming across his face with a renewed grin.

"Now move your hands or I'm going to slap them and then spank you." Sam and Mike's mother turned back to Mike with a firm face and commanding tone.

"Please, no, I understand now." Mike said, "I don't want to wear a diaper..."

The last word diaper came out in a bawling whine because before he could finish the sentence she rolled him over on his side and smacked him on his rear. The smack was loud and sounded like a dry twig breaking, only amplified about 100 times and felt like a jolt of electricity had jumped right into his left cheek of his rump. There was no restraint now, Mike just let loose and started bawling and he felt like a five-year-old.

"Please mom, I don't want to wear a diaper," He sounded like a five year old! He thought, "Whaaaaaaa!" He let out a cry.

His mother let him fall back flat on his back. Standing firm and with a face that looked like she had just tried to eat a lime, she pointed her right index finger at him. He looked around the room, saw his brother watching him crying like a baby. Sam wasn't grinning or smiling now, he seemed to still be very interested in watching, though.

Mike looked back up as his mother, she looked a bit blurry at to him with the tears in his eyes. He felt the soft cotton like fabric of the disposable diaper below his now hot bottom and it half felt good.

"You going to remove them, or am I going to have to remove them for ya?" His mother asked.

It was a sort of a dumb question since he already had placed on hand to protect his bottom after she gave him a swat, and the other to stabilize himself from rolling over onto his face, even though that wasn't likely to happen if he hadn't placed his arm out. Now both his arms were by his face and his hands were wiping off tears. He had forgotten about fending off the diaper for that split instant and had the urge to quickly place his hands back down there to act as blockers again but instead held them by his face and nodded.

"Yeah," he whimpered. The sensation of being spanked now pretty much gone. He fought back his tears again and tried to regain his composure. His mother seemed to be waiting for him to do so.

"Now, your brother doesn't want to wear diapers either," His mother took on a firm lecturing voice with a commanding undertone, an undertone that commanded him to listen. "He doesn't like wearing them, he doesn't want to wear them. But you know why he has to wear them?" She was going to continue but instead paused, knowing he would answer incorrectly she wanted to give him a chance to answer.

"Because he wets the bed?" Mike answered, not knowing why he had to give her such an obvious answer. Unless...

"No," She said.

Unless it was the wrong answer he thought.

"He wears them because I say he has to," she continued without missing a beat. "I let him go without them but then he'd probably wake up... Forgive me for saying so, Sam." She looked over at Sam to see if he was being offended. Sam just shrugged to give her the go-ahead-continue sign. She now wished she hadn't gone down this road, but was already heading down it like a Mack Truck going down a mountain with a full load behind it. There was no slamming on the brakes now, "He'd probably wake up with a wet bed and wet clothing, and he'd feel very uncomfortable, and we'd have to take all the sheets and blanket off his bed, and it's just better all around for him if he doesn't have to go through all that." She barely stopped for a breath.

"The point is, though, that he wears diapers because I say he has to." Feeling she was losing the sharpness of her point, she roughly pulled the diaper up between Mike's legs and then fastened it. Mike felt a tingling sensation where the diaper covered him and the butterflies were weakly trying to start up again. He felt his face cooling and his cheeks freezing from the tears, and a sensation of contentment. Actually, his brain was racing in the background and his forethoughts were actually kind of blank, so even though he knew he hadn't quite realized he was actually wearing a diaper.

"And now you're wearing a diaper," his mother said, it was the natural course of the way she was taking the conversation, it was the most natural phrase to say after what she had just said and did. But to him it was like she had realized that he didn't fully comprehend he was wearing a diaper and, like a switch being flipped in his head, he suddenly realized.

Realizing he was wearing a diaper, his first thoughts were, "I'm wearing a diaper!" then something along the lines of "No kidding, haven't you been paying attention?" and then, "It actually fits me!?" as well as, "It's actually kind of comfortable." and then, "Oh my goodness, I'm wearing a diaper!" He wanted to cry, he wanted to take it off. No, wait. He wanted to want to take it off, but for some reason he didn't feel like he actually wanted to. He defiantly didn't feel like he could. On that thought, the diaper suddenly felt like it was untouchable. He knew he couldn't take it off without getting into serious trouble. But he didn't think about it in those terms, he thought of it more like an untouchable object. He couldn't touch it, he couldn't remove it, only his mother could do that. Now he felt like he was being punished for sure, and he knew he deserved it.

Mike just looked at his mother. She was standing there looking at him, waiting. She was waiting for him to look her in the eyes and when he did she began to speak in a very low but very firm tone.

"Now, you're not going to take that off," she said, confirming and refortifying his previous thoughts about how it was untouchable. "I was thinking of giving you permission to take it off to use the restroom, but I believe that would give you the idea to take it off when I'm not around. And I'm telling you, don' even think about it. I can tell if these straps have been removed." She said in a firm tone, and he believed she could tell if they were. "So I'll know if you messed with them or took it off. Don't' even mess with them," she said in a commanding tone. Mike just kept on nodding in agreement. He got it, he got it, he got it already, he thought.

"From now on when your brother has to wear a diaper, you have to be wearing one, too. I'm going to check to see if your wearing it or not before bed each night and if you're not, well, lets just leave it at you better be. For now," she continued, and then after stating that turned for a moment to Sam, "and that goes for you, too. I don't want to catch you without your nighttime pants after your supposed to be ready for bed now, you hear? Your brother isn't going to tease you anymore, so you don't have any excuse."

Then, turning back to Mike, she said, "You're to have one on when he has one on. If you have to go to the restroom in the middle of the night you can see if I'm awake and if I'm not," Her voice became almost upset, but it wasn't quite an angry tone, "then I guess your going to have to go in the diaper. Nighttime pants." She brought her voice back to one of firm but fair commandment. "If your brother is forgetting to get his nighttime pants on then you are to remind him," then to Sam, "and Sam, if your brother isn't wearing his then you are to come find me." She emphasized the 'come find me' part so that both Mike and Sam would notice the difference in the order. "Now, it's past your bedtimes. Look at that, it's almost 10 'o clock. I want you both to lie down and get some sleep," Mike thought, 'I'm already laying down.' but he also knew what she meant.

She the bent over and picked up Mike's pajama pants and underwear and tucked them under her left arm. Mike noticed and probably wouldn't have wished he could have his pajama pants back like Sam if he hadn't noticed, but he did notice and so he did.

"Can I have my pants back?" Mike asked.

"No, I'll put these in the hamper on the way out," his mother replied.

"Why?" Mike asked.

"Because it's part of your punishment. You're lucky I don't make you wear those things all day tomorrow, too," she said.

"I think he should," Sam said with a grin, and when his mother turned to look at him he wished he hadn't.

"Well, I might," she said with a grin to Sam. Sam's face lit up like a Christmas Tree to her response, "But then you would have to, too," she added, "because you have to be wearing them when he is now, from now on." and then she added as an after thought, as if she had to clarify, "and he has to be wearing one when you are. You guys are brothers and I want you guys to start acting like ones. You guys have to support each other and you can't be teasing him for wearing them if he's wearing them to give you support." Sam's face grew a little sullen. "Except for tonight, you can tease him a bit tonight he deserves it," she said, with a playful grin, then wished she hadn't just given him permission to tease his brother. "Except there's not time to tonight, you guys should be asleep right now and I don't want to hear any talking, yelling, or fighting. If I hear one of you talking I might just come in hear and tan both your hides." She looked back at Mike but spoke for both of them, "You understand me!" Then paused for them to answer.

"Yes mom," they both answered almost in unison.

"Yes mom," Sam repeated himself wanting to make sure she heard him, which she had the first time."

"Alright, honey," she said to Sam, and then, "Good night Mike," she said to Mike, "Get under the blankets, I'll turn out the light." she said to both of them.

Epilogue

Sam stopped needing diapers almost exactly a year later. It turned out Mike grew to like wearing diapers, or perhaps he always actually wanted to and his teasing was out of jealousy for towards his brother. Mike never teased his brother Sam again about wearing diapers, and all around teased Sam a lot less altogether. Sam did tease Mike a few times about wearing diapers but the two boys got along a lot better after that night then they ever had before.

Sam stopped wearing diapers around 13 when he took an interest in girls. The boys' mother continued buying diapers for the boys when they ran low until Mike was 16, at which point shortly after getting his license his mother told him if he wanted to wear them he had to buy them for himself. It was a failed attempt by her to get him to stop wearing them. Neither of the boys, to the best of the authors knowledge, ever wore diapers in public and only occasionally wore them during the daytime.

Their mother never stuck another diaper on either of the boys after that night, though she threatened to a few times when one of them would forget or not get them on quick enough at night. Each boy to put them on themselves each night and neither of them ever put on the other.

There was one occasion when the boys had a cousin spend the night and the two boys managed to fool their cousin into believing he had to wear a diaper if he was going to spend the night. He also put the diaper on himself, but the two brothers still found it very amusing.

Mike is now 23 years old as of the time of writing this, and to this day I can safely say Mike still wears diapers for fun.