Author Topic: Promises, Obligations and Consequences (Read 144313 times)

teddi · « **Reply #35 on:** March 26, 2008, 09:35:46 AM »

Chapter 2

I opened my eyes and blankly stared at Mom and Dad. Both had the look of utter disbelief written all over their faces. I'd seen those looks before....I cringed and sorta dropped my head and tilted it down to the left...I whispered to Christina, but Mom and Dad could still hear me: "T..Thanks... f...for help...helping m...me" - I forced a sorrowful smile.

She had a puzzled look on her face....I read her soft reply "Chris...What are you talking about? I didn't do a thing. You did it all by yourself." "Sure you did," I said, "you...you wraped your hand around, around my shoulders, and, and told me to settle down....and...and ttto... t...take my...my time and...and...and y..you gave me the napkins so's I could wipe my nose!"

Now she spoke out loud - "honestly, Chris....ask Mom and Dad, I didn't move!" Christina turned to our parents..."please, tell him, I didn't touch him or move at all!"

I looked over to them and they both nodded in agreement with my sister.

I shook my head, side to side replying - "Nooo, I know, it...it was your voice, I, I, ah know it! Honest!" Wh...why would I ma...make it up? It was you! Th...There"s no one else here who could ...could have done it or, or....help me get thru it all!"

"Mom/Dad....honest.... honest.....I....know you...both don't believe me," I was crying real hard again, "about what I tol...d yooo ....ab...aba...out the... the... angel; but...but Christina did help me! .....she did! ....she did!"

Mom spoke up and tried to settle me down. "Perhaps you need a time out Christopher. I'm sure it will do you good and you can calm yourself and then try to straighten out your..." "MOM....I know wh..what your...t..trying to, ah ....do....you think, you think I've freaked!...and now you want me.. t..to ch...change my....my thoughts about...about what....what ...I know happened....WELL ITS NOT GONNA WORK......O.K....DON'T BELIEVE ME - SEE IF I CARE - BUT....BUT...I'M NOT GONNA TAKE ANYTHING BACK!!!!

I stood up and pushed my chair back away from me with my right leg. I was not only hurt but for some reason realy angry at them for not believing me. I continued....SURE, YOUR GONNA PUNISH ME CAUSE I'M TALKING BACK TO YOU BOTH...BUT I KNOW THINGS THAT YOU DONT KNOW...AND...YOU KNOW WHAT?....YOU BOTH GOT SECRETS....THAT YOUR NOT TELLING US OR EACH OTHER ABOUT....YA WANNA KNOW WHAT THEY ARE? DADS BUTT IS SITTING ON A BIG CHECK IN HIS WALLET....AND HIS NICKNAME IN SCHOOL WAS STINKY...AND YOU....YOUR PREGNANT...GONNA BE TWINS....AND YOU KNOW HOW, HOW I KNOW, SHE TOLD ME. THAT'S HOW...SO THERE!!!!"

I halted my tirade - giggled out loud - and spoke softly...."Guess this is...is ....gonna be....what's known as....a pregnant pause."

"I really g..gotta get ch...changed, so's I'm g..g..going upstairs....can either of you help, please? Neither Christina or Mom moved - I guess they were just as stunned at my outburst as I was. I Muttered... "that's o.k....I understand....I'll do it my...myself."

I walked away from the table, and everyone sitting there, and got to the bottom of the stairs and turned around to face them. Oh, and the...the name of the angel was.....like Christina's middle name....Athena.

I walked slowly up the stairs and turned right into my room...closed the door...then laid face down on my bed and cried into my pillow.

teddi · « **Reply #36 on:** March 26, 2008, 05:05:44 PM »

Only a couple of minutes had past when I read Christina. Before she could knock I said, "Come on in Christina - you don't hafta knock." I heard the door hinges squeek as she entered. "I know, you came up to help me change, cause Mom and Dad are goin at it...and...but, really you have questions for me about "Her." Right?

She sat on my bed and started to rub my shoulders. Oh come on Christina...the main reason you came up wasn't really to change me...you want to know why she let me touch "Her" and you didn't or couldn't. And, please don't rub me like your doin, like I'm some kind...of dooffus. I'll answer your questions, but only in front of Mom and Dad....if I'm gonna get punished, I sure don't want you in the middle of it. 'Cause they're gonna ask you did I say "anything else?" So you can answer truthfully - no. So if I'm not gonna talk...do y..you ....still wanna...change me?"

She made no attempt to speak out... but... thought "I understand...but I gotta get diapers for you and plastic panties...I mean pants, sorry. Be right back." She must've known where Mom had stashed all of that crap cause it didn't seem to take her all that long.

Geez I felt dumb. Having to wear diapers for now was bad enough...but getting changed by...by my sister was kinda unsettling. It din't take long to unsnap the plastic pants and pull them out from under my butt. Then, she untaped my purple diaper...balled it up and put it in the trash can in my bathroom. Her mind was clear...."Oh wow! your getting some type of major rash! Your gonna need lotion...wait a sec."

teddi · « **Reply #37 on:** March 26, 2008, 11:01:59 PM »

Only seconds later she returned and giggled with laughter while extending her hand to me. "Here, read this!" she chortled. The tube read "butt balm."...I snickered at its name as well. She continued...."you know...the rash is all over you, front and back....your not gonna get upset when I?....well...I got to rub all over you!" "Go ahead," I told her, I guess I'll live thru it....I just don't....want ....to...get....crap!...just do it. K?"

Nodding yes, she got a wash cloth from my bathroom, ran some hot water, as she wet it down she told me "ya gotta move your hands away, have to wash you down, you know?" Without a word... I slowly complied.

She washed my crotch first. Damn! It stung. Then had me roll over and then did my butt. I thought to myself...well ... this wasn't all that bad...at least I....hadn't gotten excited. Then came the shocker.

While lost in my thoughts, Christina had laid another heavy purple diaper, with three soakers by my side and chuckeled "..gonna do your butt first...so get ready......butt cream city!" A split second later her hand roamed over my now stinging butt. Damn it was cold.

Her fingers didn't miss a spot on either cheeck....but now began to reach down into my....my crack...."I'm not getting fresh Chris, honest" she thought. I didn't say anything. With her touching me there I was trying not to get, how could I get....

"C'mon roll over ...time to do your front."

teddi · « **Reply #38 on:** March 27, 2008, 01:18:55 PM »

"Uh, Christina...I don't think I should turn over right now.....I'm kinda.."

She cut me off, "YOUR the one who said he wasn't gonna get embarrassed and YOU told me to go ahead....besides I've seen alot of boys when I change their diapers whenever I baby sit...it almost always sticks up and kinda jumps around a bit. Damn Chris, your no different than any other boy! I promise, I won't laugh and I'll make it quick. O.K?"

Without reply I slowly turned, while cupping my hands as best I could to hide my problem - only to find my butt on the diaper she had laid out.

With her thought...."Ya gotta take your hands away so's I can finish you off" I cringed and told her "that's...that's what I'm really afraid of right now! You don't know how hard it is to.....NO....I didn't mean it like that, honest!

She laughed out loud and with a grin said, "Ya know...all the boys at school sometimes "sport major wood!" Us girls always talk about it and some of the boys even brag ....oh....crap....sorry I didn't mean to .." I cut her up short..."You know...I understand all of that and I'm not upset with you for thinking that....but...but for m..me...it's not "major".....it's mm...more... m..more l..like a... m..minor league splinter!" She smiled at my analogy.

Thankfully, I actually did not make a mess as she spread the goo all over my front side. I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Moments later she pulled the diaper up between my legs and quickly taped all four tabs. She presented the same plastic pants for me to put on. "After all," she said, "they weren't wet."

teddi · « **Reply #39 on:** March 27, 2008, 02:49:46 PM »

I muttered to myself...."how...how juvenile....and more for a girl than a boy! Where'd mom get these things?" My pants were normally solid white or solid blue with an occassional dark green thrown into the mix. Christina presented the robe for me to wear again. She could understand my reluctance as I slowly put it on.

My face betrayed my obvious thoughts....in a matter of fact fashion she added: "it's either this or just go down as you are....you know their gonna have questions...so...what'll it be?" I accepted the offer to cover up and once again wore the robe.

"C'mon...let's get your face cleaned up...you sit at your dresser and I'll get a fresh wash cloth - and wipe all the dried up tears off your face ....then comb your hair out" I guess she was going into her "big sister to little brother" mode again.

As she washed my face she began to think. "You know Chris...looking at both of us together ....it really is difficult to tell us apart. I'm not trying to make you feel bad but we have the same auburn hair, about the same length, same green eyes, nose, ears and even our eyebrows, 'cept I tweeze mine, are the same-gosh we even have the same build. I'm really glad your not some neanderthal looking dork!"

"You mean," I shot back, "that because I'm a carbon copy of you that its better for you? That if I looked more like most guys - you wouldn't be... ah....g.. glad that I was...was ....your br...brother or happy to see me?

teddi · « **Reply #40 on:** March 27, 2008, 03:33:32 PM »

"NO! that wasn't what I was going to lead up to....so don't jump to anymore conclusions! What I was leading into.....well....I...know your not.....really happy about your body and, uh, body parts...so I was only thinking out loud....that....that.....well you even said that you might have "to be a girl!"

I was only glad that....if you....decided to....you wouldn't look...look so out of place. It'd be real easy...to fit in... 'cause we look so much alike.....besides.....you've been my little brother for so long, and so unhappy about being taken for a girl, that if... ah... you ever decided to, well, it'd be o.k. with me.

I didn't reply. I didn't know how. My very confessions were being addressed by my sister. Besides, a very light knock on the half closed door was coupled with an ever so cautious request from Mom..."may we come in?"

Mom and Dad had maybe finished up what was between them and now were going to deal with me. I thought to my self..."happy - happy - joy -joy."

teddi · « **Reply #41 on:** March 28, 2008, 12:06:01 PM »

I sullenly replied, "since your both already in....I guess the question is moot." Mom and Dad's faces were not pleased by my reply. I didn't care and continued..."you know....asking to come into my room...when your already coming into it, in all so kissy - kissy a voice .....just makes me sick!

You guys really don't have a clue! I told you everything, everything I could remember....and what...what do I see when I open my eyes but the same faces that would trash me for what you both said was for "telling stories or lies." Damn! Even, even when you'd both ask me if, if I could tell you why I'd wet the bed, I'd answer you truthfully: no, I can't. And you'd both follow up with "well why CAN'T you?" And my reply would always be the same: "I just can't ...that's all."

"And now, when I do remember because of "Her" you still won't believe me....just the same old stories and lies that you think I'm telling. Your both ....so concerned... but its always whenever it really doesn't involve trust or belief on your parts. So's which one of us is the real horses patoot?!"