This choice: Just Brandon wetting the pull-up, please • Go Back...Chapter #6Brandon went peepee into his Barney Training Pants by: Terinas   Mike's date with his girlfriend Sharon went well.
Not just well, but amazingly so. The dinner was fabulous: He'd saved up to take his girl out to a fancy french restaurant, gotten dressed up in a suit coat and pants, and spent the night talking sweetly with her over glasses of sparkling water as they enjoyed lively music and delicious foreign food. After that, they'd gone for a walk in the park, though it had unfortunately been cut short: Most of the area in the nearby park was cordoned off for some children's show that was being set up for tomorrow.
Something involving Barney the Dinosaur...
Just staring at the promotional materials had made Mikey's head feel fuzzy and kind of good. He spaced out staring at that smiling purple dinosaur. Sharon had to lead her dazed boyfriend away and out of the park. Eventually, they'd found a private spot and gotten into some heavy petting and maybe a bit more. Mike returned home all smiles, unaware that his kid brother Brandon's wish had already begun it's work reshaping his bedroom into a proper nursery for a baby his size.
And that wasn't where it was going to end, either...
It was 10 pm when Mike got home. He'd expected his parents and his toddler brother to be all asleep. So it surprised him when he saw Brandon waddling out into the front hall to stare at him, rubbing one eye and carrying a plush toy in his free hand. "Mikey, I pee pee..." He mumbled, before yawning.
Mike stared at his brother, and for a second thought it was weird how he didn't have to turn his head down to look his brother in Brandon's bright blue eyes. Had Brandon always been that tall? But a moment later, Mike felt dizzy and the idea of it being weird passed. It was like a soothing voice was whispering in his head: Of course Brandon was as tall as he was. They were twin brothers, after all, the same physical age even if Mike was more advanced mentally than his toddler brother.
Brandon's childish wish that "I's wish tat my big bruddah was just wike mes!" had been heard by some mysterious forces, as it worked to equalize the two brothers.
"Aw, looks like you sprang a leak in your sleep, huh lil' Bro?" Mike chuckled, walking forward to hug Brandon. "Guessing you got up to use your training potty and didn't make it in time, huh? Well, come on upstairs, kiddo. Lets get you cleaned up and put a raindrop on your Potty Training Chart for tonight." He patted his brother Brandon's butt, rolling his eyes. They were the same age but Mike remembered that some people just matured slower than others, and Brandon was a bit of a drag to his "older" brother. It was so uncool that he had to get Brandon cleaned up like this... especially after he was tired enough that he just wanted to get to his bedroom and fall asleep for the night.
"Aww... I twied t'make it..." Brandon blushed, the big toddler puffing his cheeks out in a pout before slipping his thumb into his mouth. As Mike led his Little Brother up the stairs to their bedrooms and their shared bathroom, the sound of Brandon slurping and sucking on his digit was the loudest noise in the air.
"Brandon, thumb out. You know Mom said you're not supposed to suck on things anymore." Mike said, tugging the thumb out as they passed by his bedroom. The door was open but the lights were off. Mike was so distracted reproaching Brandon he failed to see the silhouette of some big stuffed animal in his room that hadn't been there that morning. "How are you ever going to grow up into a cool college guy like me when you keep sucking your thumb and wetting yourself at night?" He opened the door to their bathroom, leading his Little Brother to an adult-sized changing table. For a moment Mike wondered why they owned something like that. Wasn't it strange to own something like that? But a moment later, a voice whispered in the back of his mind once more: No, they'd owned it ever since Brandon had his growth spurt.
"Alright. You're too sleepy and I don't trust you to dry yourself off." Mike said as he patted the changing table. "Trainer down, butt on the changing table. I've already put down a few paper towels." Mike hated cleaning his brother's wet crotch, but he hated how fussy Brandon got when he had a rash even more.
Wiping his Little Brother's private parts felt more awkward than usual, and it was always awkward. For some reason he felt like Brandon wasn't SUPPOSED to be the same age as him. Wasn't he supposed to be just a four-year-old?
The feeling that SOMETHING was weird about this whole situation lingered in Mike's mind as he wadded the old soggy training pants up. "Ok, I'll put you in one of the same brand as you were in before. Maybe we can avoid putting the raindrop sticker on if Mom and Dad think you stayed dry all night. So what were you wearing-" He looked at the training pants...
And saw Barney the Dinosaur's smiling purple snout staring back at him.
Any strange feelings Mike had vanished as he felt his mind growing fuzzy again.
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