Big Bro's in Charge Now

[Jakerz]

8:00 AM...

The sun began to peek through the curtains to illuminate the brightly colored walls of a little boys room. Inside it, six-year-old Jake was sleeping in his bed, clad in his favorite one-piece feety Pokemon jammies. True he was getting too old for pajamas like that, but the boy loved them and was certainly small enough to fit in them - so his parents hadn't had the heart to make him give them away. In fact his parents didn't really mind...his Mommy tended to spoil him very easily, due to his undeniable cuteness and immature tendencies. He was a bit of a "late bloomer" it could be said...but his parents hadn't really done much to fix that. They still tended to call him "the baby" despite already being in the first grade. He was treated as a very little kid maybe a bit too much...

He sat up slowly in his bed, rubbing at his eyes, his thumb slightly wet from resting in his mouth as it often did when none of his peers were around. Jake rolled over, leaning on the side of his bed - which still had slight raised bars on the side to keep him from falling out. He looked around his room sleepily. Pokemon posters filled every corner, and the walls were blue and red. One feeling went through his mind - damp. The six year old boy groaned a little disappointed. His night-diaper was soaked. He had definitely wet in the night, and his first thought was that Mommy would soon be in to change it. But then he remembered....no his Mommy wasn't home. Or his Daddy. They were on a business trip and wouldn't be back for over a week. it was his BROTHER who was in charge...Jake gave a nervous groan.

He hated his big brother. Well that wasn't true...it was hard to find a little boy who DIDN't admire his older brother. But Jake DID hate being babysat by his older brother who didn't tend to be the nicest to him, and if Jake's parents expected to little of the six-year-old boy Jake's older brother tended to expect him to be more grown-up than he really had to be....and when he wasn't doing that he tended to treat him with some things as if he had no independence or competence at all or ability to do even simple things that Jake knew he was old enough to do. But Jake sighed since there was nothing he could do about it (and crying to his Mom to stay the night before hadn't worked).

[shadow1525]

The little boy's older brother, a youth of 17 had woken up some time ago. And had played video games for awhile along with his guitar for about an hour, and was back at the guitar once more, wearing large studio headphones, and looking at tabs for a song on his laptop. The only sound coming off was the quick strokes his pick made against the strings. He was sort of hoping his brother would sleep all day..The boy was often a strain on his life, as his constant pestering and petty rivalry would almost always hold him up. Not to mention the fact that Jake wet the bed almost every night, and would often times do so to his pants if he wasn't kept in check.

He couldn't believe his parents stuck him with the responsibility of babysitting for what would probably be the majority of his spring break..The teen sighed, and leaned back attempting to play the cords off memory. "Damn it..It isn't the same without the amp.." Matt cursed, a natural at playing guitar with some skill at bass guitar, and playing basic drums. But this newest piece he was attempting to learn was difficult..Even for him, he'd been at it for a few days now, with only some progress.

While taking a break from things Matt wondered if his pesky brother had awoken yet..He hoped not..Sure he loved Jake, and got along with him well enough some of the time. But his nerves were often tested..And a solid week of soaked diapers every morning would probably be his biggest test yet.

[Jakerz]

Jake stretched his arms out, and put his legs over the railings of his bed, dangling them for a second before coming down to the ground, a little frustrated with the wet diaper. He really thought he was getting the hang of staying dry at night. He hadn't had anything to drink before bed. He had gone potty beforehand...but yet again he had wet the bed. And now his brother would probably make fun of him about it since he couldn't tell Mommy. Well he COULD...but he didn't want to know what his brother would do back to him...."I'm telling Mom" was usually a little brother's secret weapon and Jake knew it well, but his Mom was faaar away and his brother had him to himself for a week.

Jake walked down the hallway towards his brother's bedroom, feeling warm and comfortable in his feet pajamas, the only thing ruining it being the cold and damp diaper against his crotch. The shuffling of his feet down the hallway sounded out and soon he was standing in Matt's doorway looking at him holding his guitar. He stood there for a bit before saying "What're you doin'?" in almost an annoyed kind of voice, mostly because he was already assuming that his older brother was going to make fun of him in some way and thus in Jake's mind they had basically already begun fighting.

[shadow1525]

Matt raised an eyebrow when he heard the shuffling of his brother's ridiculous pajamas on the carpet. That was another thing..First of all the boy was too old to wear such things..Secondly, the fact that his brother watched and obsessed over Pokemon. He had grown up in the classic era of the show, and in his mind, the newer seasons were nothing but a poorly produced cash cow. With little to no merit at all. "Damn it all.." Matt sighed as he pretended to be busy with the guitar, going over scales that were simple, but looked impressive to the naked eye.

When the little boy came into view he ignored him at first, and took his headphones off to turn the large amps and speakers on next to him. His excuse for having such things..Sound quality, the teen possessed what was often referred to as 'dog ears.' Not that they were any larger or floppy..But the fact that his hearing was so acute, and able to pick out very small differences in tones of a guitar. And there the little brat went..Already causing trouble with his obnoxious tone of voice..And while he could have been nice about it, and understood his brother was only six, Matt was just a tad bit petty and arrogant.

"Oh..Just..This.." He said before playing a quick high riff. The other side of his speakers and amplifiers, was that they could very well shake the house, as they just did. "What did you think? Did you need something?" He chuckled as Jake recoiled from the sudden burst of sound.

[Jakerz]

Jake listened to his brother play the scales. He secretly admired his brother's guitar-playing ability. He thought it was so cool that he could do that. Jake didn't know how to play any musical instrument, but he thought that when he grew up he was going to try to play the guitar like his brother did. Though he had never admitted that to MATT....he didn't know how his older brother could move his fingers like that and his hand and somehow make all those sounds but Jake had once secretly gotten his hands on Matt's guitar and hadn't been able to make it do anything (When Matt was at a friend's house of course, Jake would NEVER touch Matt's stuff with Matt home. He had learned that the hard way. He wasn't even supposed to be in Matt's room alone...Matt seemed to think he was going to get everything dirty or sticky or break something or - and this was the worst part - pee on everything.....one of those things Matt said that always shamed Jake as if he couldn't be trusted to sit anywhere despite being six years old.)

When Matt played the loud riff on the speakers, Jake quickly recoiled with a whimper putting his hands on his ears, and nearly wet his diaper once again right there. Jake's heart pounded with the loud sound, and his breathing quickened...he hadn't seen it coming, and Matt's chuckles went over his ears. Luckily, Jake was able to stop himself from yelling or crying and merely whined at Matt "You KNOW I don't like loud stuff....." It was true. Jake hated sudden loud noises...it was one of his biggest fears. He would yell at Matt more but he needed something from him and he didn't want to push his buttons too bad before he did it. But that didn't mean he had to be nice.

"You KNOW what I need..." Jake said a little snottily. This was mostly a defense mechanism. Jake tended to be a bit hostile when he was embarrassed.

[shadow1525]

Their parents had to stop Matt from completely going off the boy before, for that exact reason. He owned a few guitars actually. One in particular was his prized possession..Bought with a lot of his own labor for the most part..And a few other activities that earned him some money..Nothing too illegal such as selling certain substances..But it could be classified under scamming or cyber crime..Which in his mind was just giving some sick people on the internet what they deserved..And then sending their information along to authorities sometime later to have them arrested.

But his prized guitar was a draw between his first one ever, and his somewhat custom Les Paul style guitar he currently held. "Oh I know, it was just funny..And you deserved it.." Matt said as he strummed a cartoonist mocking rhythm at a lower volume. "Now, what do you need? And why don't you try asking a little more nicely? You don't just barge in, and demand something in frustration." Matt patronized as he hung the guitar up high on a wall in it's wooden, glass, and velvet case, while a lesser guitar sat on a floor rack...One that if his brother got a hold of, it wasn't all that much to replace, instead of his custom, first, or acoustic guitar.

"If you do that in a restaurant, they'll probably spit in you food." He pointed out, both wanting his little brother to show some respect and manners, as well as say what he wanted. "Now, tell me.." Matt said simply as he threw darts into a dart board on the far end of his room, the walls of which had a few various concert and band posters hung around. On the dart board however was a picture of his most hated pop artist of the day. "Ha..right in the face.." Matt chuckled, picking up a small knife, and throwing it by the blade into the thick cork board as well.

[Jakerz]

Jake's eyes widened, both admiring and fearing his brother's proficiency with throwing sharp things.

Jake was sure that Matt never COULD throw one of those things at him, and never WOULD....well preeeeetty sure. He didn't want to test it though. He took a few more steps into Matt's room. He didn't like that Matt was making him say it. It was easier to not feel embarrassed if he didn't have to say the words. The second he said what was wrong was the second he would feel so shamed and small in front of his brother. He gave a scowl and then pouted at his brother's insistence "I just need....." he looked down "I jus' need you t'clean me that's all....." he said - a phrase that seemed a little less embarrassing since it didn't use the words "wet the bed" or "diaper" anywhere inside of it or say exactly what needed cleaning and why.

"And they caaaan't spit in yer food or else th' police're gonna come arrest 'em" Jake added in after a thought indignantly.

[shadow1525]

"You need me to clean you because you, what? And I do believe you're the one asking a favor..So what's the..Well, what mom calls the 'magic' word?" Matt asked as he went over to retrieve the darts, and shove a balisong or butterfly knife in a drawer before his brother got a hold of it, and quickly closed the lid on the case containing his knife collection. "Annnnndd yes they can..before they make it..Those people are more petty then I am, so you'd be wise not to 'piss' them off let's say.." The older brother insisted. "Now..What do I need to clean..Because you did what?" Matt asked once more. Oh how he enjoyed tormenting his brother sometimes..If he was going to be forced to clean up the little boy's piss every morning, he'd be damned if he didn't get any amusement or enjoyment out of the matter. "And..how much of 'that' did you do?" He added, wanting to know details, hoping it wouldn't be a lot to clean up.

[Jakerz]

The little boy hung his head down, looking straight at the covered up feet of his jammies. He couldn't meet his brother's eye. He was blushing now with shame. If his older brother (being his brother) often didn't talk to him nicely as most other adults talked to little kids, Matt sure mastered how to talk to little kids firmly in situations like this. Obediently Jake resentfully admitted "I need you to clean me cause I wet th' bed............"

A pause and then..."please...." the red-faced boy said.

Jake's eyes flicked up for a second, betraying his inner worry of what his brother must be thinking, and hopeful that him asking the way his brother wanted would cause a nicer response, but then the scowl came back as Jake looked down at his feet again, pouty that Matt had made him say the whole thing. The diaper felt really uncomfortable now and Jake really just wanted it off so he could forget it and go about his day without the shame of a baby diaper on him (And it was in fact a baby diaper...a large toddler size but a baby diaper all the same which the colorful box constantly reminded Jake of. Of course the diaper was made for four year olds or so, but Jake wasn't much bigger. And though there was only a two year difference between four and six, it was hard to get the term "baby diaper" out of his head)

If his mom was there she wouldn't have made him say the whole thing. She never talked to him like Matt did...(sometimes she had even had Matt discipline Jake for her, though Matt seldom wanted to handle the dirty work with his little brother. Matt really was quite good at that, however, as he usually got Jake to do what he wanted.) His mom would have just changed him quickly and easily...but she wasn't there and Matt was, and the six year old reluctantly knew that it was his brother's rules that were going to have to be followed.

[shadow1525]

Matt pretended to think things over as if he wasn't going to do it, but eventually gestured for the little boy to follow him back to his own room. "Good..Now in reality you peed yourself like a baby...But I can settle for that." He said while walking over to the changing table their parents kept in Jake's room. "Really, you're too old for this crap.." Matt sighed as he grumbled about having to pick the smelly little boy up onto the table. "But as long as you don't act like a brat first thing in the morning, and ask like a reasonable person..I suppose I don't mind doing this..Much..." The older brother assured the boy, seeing he was becoming quite upset. But yet he sighed once again while looking at the bulging crotch of Jake's pajamas. "Do I have to dress you as well?" He inquired while very carefully unzipping the footed sleeper as if it were a hazard. "How do you manage to pee so much over night anyway.." He asked as the sagging Pampers nighttime diaper was revealed. "I hope you appreciate this as well.." He mumbled, while getting out the wipes, forgetting the powder completely, while coughing slightly, and preparing him self to deal with the foul smelling and cold urine soaked into the diaper's padding.

"Side note..How many accidents did you have yesterday..I really don't feel like cleaning up puddles, and pulling stains out of the carpet.." He inquired, knowing Jake was sometimes prone to daytime accidents. And more than anything the older brother wanted to minimize the amount of cleanup he'd be doing through the day. "Alright..Just..Please for the love of whatever..Hold still." Matt almost begged as he slowly ripped the tapes off the diaper on either side.