Big Brother 'baby'sits

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Matthew a young boy of seven was the youngest of the two occupants in the family's large house. Having said good by to his beloved parents for how long he didn't know as they had to rush out on an out of state business trip. And with the short notice of the trip, they had left his older brother to take care of him. He had cried for a long while into his Mother's chest when she informed him..He and his brother didn't get along..Hardly at all.. It could be the fact that he was so sheltered, and got most if not all of their parents attention..But in his young mind it was because his older brother truly hated him..Even down to the way he looked a year or two younger than he actually was. His light blonde hair, and sapphire blue eyes, along with his thin frame, and childish face didn't do much for this. As The boy's mother often treated him as if he was even younger than that..And not that he was manipulative, or cunning enough to be so..He typically got what he wanted..But surprisingly he was actually quite the angelic little boy, in that he could melt almost anybody's heart with his actions. As much as he hated being called cute by anyone but his Mother, Matthew typically received the compliment, and much more whenever he was in public. But perhaps the most solid thing against him..And one he was feeling ashamed of at the moment, was the fact that he wore diapers to bed at the age of seven. And often times had accidents if scared, tickled, pushed..Just about anything really, and scaring him was an easy thing to do, with his nature of typically being shy and reclusive..Another point on the cute chart for most people.. But his brother seemed to hate all of that.

It was because of this, that he opted to stay in his room several hours after he woke up, playing with the massive number of toy's he had in his pajamas, which quite blatantly showed he was wearing a sagging diaper beneath them. But in time, hunger, and discomfort drove him downstairs, blushing, and treading carefully all the way to the kitchen.

Sam sat in the living room, playing a video game. If he had his way, he'd be out with his friends, but because his parents had to leave town for work, he was stuck taking care of his baby brother. He shouted obscenities at the screen, glad that his brother had given him his space. Well, at least he thought he had, until he saw the little brat enter the kitchen, obviously still in his wet diaper. His thumb hovered over the pause button, figuring that at any second the little boy would need his help to preform the simple task of preparing his breakfast. "Pathetic," me muttered, flaring his nostrils.

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Matt whimpered slightly, as he saw his older brother Sam, having already covered his innocent ears as he heard the shouting as soon as he left his own room. Very cautiously he sat down at the kitchen table, and finding it barren, devoid of his usual bowl of cereal or homemade breakfast. Not even so much as a glass of juice or milk. He held his tongue until his growling stomach made him speak up while he held it thought his childish pajamas. "S-Sammy I'm hungggrry." He whined, not knowing how else to ask from the way his parents usually treated him..Which normally earned him a pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek, as well as, a warm smile. But somehow he knew he wasn't going to get any of that here."C-Can you make me cereal?" He said meekly.

Despite expecting this, Sam sighed with annoyance as he paused his game. Getting up from the coach, he groaned and entered the kitchen, glaring at the his younger brother. "Can't you do anything for yourself," he growled, pouring bowl of cereal. He slammed it down in front of the smaller boy with just enough force to not make a mess while still expressing his displeasure.

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"I can't reach it..You're tall..And I'm little, I can't help that.." Matt mumbled slightly as flinched slightly just from the tone of his brother used, and even more so when he slammed the bowl down in front of him. "T-Thanks..." He mumbled, not daring to complain that he wanted a different kid of cereal, or that he didn't have a spoon or milk. "And..Um..C-Can you um..You know.." He said shyly with shame and embarrassment written all over his face, as he fidgeted uncomfortably in the soaked diaper..It had taken quite a bit of warm milk and tea to help put him to sleep . Meanwhile he simply ate the cereal out of the bowl with his fingers..Not wanting to get up, and sit back down on the cold urine.

Sam just grumbled at his brother's reasons, excuses in his mind, for not taking care of his own food needs. He noticed his brother flinching as he slammed the bowl down, but chose to ignore it. He raised an eyebrow at the boy's request, if you could even call it that. "Do what," he inquired, annoyance obvious in his tone. He knew what the boy wanted, but was going to make him say it.

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Matthew sank a little deeper into his chair, as a blush kept across his face. He wanted nothing more than to be upstairs with his mother right now. Either that, or to be able to change himself..But he'd never done that before..That he could remember, and his parents had said never to take his own diaper off again..Something about making a mess.. "Um.." He began, tripping over his words. "I..uh..Well.." He said while grabbing a few more hand fulls of cereal before getting out of his seat to take what he felt was comfort behind a corner he stuck his head around.."C-Can..You...C-change my...Um..D-Diaper?" He asked blushing and scared nearly to death of what his brother might do to him for asking such a thing.

Sam growled, flaring his nostrils. He wanted to say no, yell it at the top of his lungs, tell the little brat to change himself. Of course, that wasn't an option, not with mom and dad gone. "Fine," he spat. "But only because I don't want to get grounded because you got a rash from sitting around in your own piss. And you're starting to reek."

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Matt recoiled slightly, and got ready to run just in case his brother exploded. Which thankfully it was just one of the very mild eruptions that he usually received. "O-Okay.." He mumbled in reply while coming back over to quickly finish his dry cereal, and then lead Sam upstairs to his room. "It's not my fault...You act like I actually like waking up like this.." He mumbled as he sensed his brother's displeasure and hatred rising. And it partly true..He had no control over things at night. Having been born premature, and almost dieing in the hospital he had made a complete recovery, despite his small size and underdeveloped bladder. It was another reason why his parent's sheltered him so much, but they were away often, which led to the fact that he wasn't completely potty trained yet either, and still wore training pants, sometimes diapers upon his Mother's request, during the daytime. Which..when his Mother changed him in the mornings, he often did enjoy it, and laughed and smiled. But..Maybe Sam wouldn't bring that up..

"I hope you don't like it," Sam retorted. "But I sometimes wonder with how you act when mom changes you. Don't think I haven't heard you laughing or her talking about how happy you are during them." He sneered. Mom went way too easy on him. It wasn't like he was sick anymore, just short.