Chapter #6The Next Morning by: Unknown Due to his being a newborn baby, Andrew didn’t wake up until around 10:00 the next morning. As he opened his eyes, he was momentarily startled by everything being so large until he remembered what had happened to him the day before.
It took some effort but he managed to roll over onto his stomach; which was when he smelled something terrible coming from his diaper. He’d changed enough of his younger sibling’s diapers to know that he’d soiled himself and needed a new diaper. “Talk about embarrassing; I’m a teenager wearing a soiled diaper.”
Knowing he could not talk, Andrew knew he only had one option to get someone’s attention…and that was to start crying. It didn’t take long for someone to come check on him; but Andrew was surprised to see that it was Aunt Grace. “What is she doing here so early for?”
“Looks like someone has a dirty diaper.” Picking Andrew up, Grace said, “Lets see if we can’t fix that for you.”
Grace carried Andrew across the hall to the bathroom; placing him and a towel on the counter. While Grace went to work changing his diaper, Sara walked into the room. “I should have figured he...she would need a diaper change when she woke up.”
“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” Handing the dirty diaper to Sara, Grace said, “Why don’t you throw that out; while I finish here.”
“Okay then.” Chuckling, Sara said, “Once again I’m stuck with the dirty work.”
Once Sara had left the room, Grace quickly finished changing Andrew’s diaper. Looking down at him, Grace said, “I know you’re doing this reluctantly, Andrew; I promise I’ll make it up to you at some point.”
Unable to speak, the only way Andrew could respond was to smile. By that point Sara had walked back into the room. Seeing that
Andrew was wearing a fresh diaper, she said, “So it looks like you’ve got diaper changing down; anything else you need practice with?”
“Well; there is one thing I need practice with. But,” walking out of the room with Andrew in her arms, Grace said, “I don’t think it’s the type of thing I should practice with my regressed nephew.”
As they walked downstairs, Sara said, “What is it?”
“I, uh, need some practice with breastfeeding.”
At the mention of that, Andrew’s eyes widened and he started to cry. Looking at him, Sara said, “I’m sure he won’t mind too much; we can make it up to him later on.”
Andrew made a futile attempt to escape what he knew was coming. Grace made her way into the kitchen and sat down at the table. As she made herself ready to breastfeed, she turned to Andrew and said, “I’m really sorry about this; but it’ll help you as well. You’re too small for solid food and you haven’t eaten since last night.”
At that, Andrew had to admit Grace was right. He was getting hungry but he was not happy about the idea of being breastfed by an aunt who was only 6 years older than him. He tried to fight the urges he was experiencing but before long he found himself suckling from Grace’s exposed breast.
This went on for almost 15 minutes; as weird as it was for both Grace and Andrew, both of them had to admit it was an interesting experience. It wasn’t long before Grace felt the need to stop; removing Andrew from her breast just as there was a knock at the front door. Looking at her sister, Sara said, “Clean up while I see who’s at the door.”
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