I didn’t see my grandfather for the remainder of the week and if you ask me, I couldn’t have been happier about that. I never told anyone what had happened between us. Perhaps it would have been better not to have bottled it up, as my dad used to say, but even after nearly a week I was still fuming mad!
As for my surfboard, amazingly no one asked me about it. I was sure that at least Joey or Jacquelyn would have noticed, but even if they had, they didn’t let on. Maybe they knew everything that had transpired but were kind enough not to bring it up? Nah that couldn’t be the case.
The following morning Joey was the first one to wake up. He said I had had been talking in my sleep and kicked him. Apparently I was having a bad dream and was really mad about something in my dream. I don’t remember anything about the dream, but I believed Joey when he told me about it.
It was still really early in the morning and neither of us thought that anyone else would be up yet. Joey suggested that we go take a bath together like we do at his house.
“Didn’t you get enough of playing in the water yesterday?” I teased while rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Joey pulled on my left arm, “Come on, it will be fun!”
“I got a better idea.” I said sitting up in bed. “Why don’t we go downstairs to the Lap Pool instead?”
Granted I didn’t have my surfboard, because Grandfather had confiscated it, but that wasn’t why I wanted to go down. The Lap Pool is bigger than a bathtub and would be a lot more fun. Plus there would be less chance of us waking anyone else up if we got too loud. Joey was all for my idea and jumped out of bed.
We didn’t bother changing into swim trunks or putting on robes and slippers or anything. We went down dressed exactly the way we had been put to bed, wearing our diapers and pajamas. I had been right in my assumptions that no one was up. It wasn’t even four in the morning yet and the house was still quiet, dark, and foreboding. Joey clung tightly to my right hand as the two of us crept down the stairs to the front foyer, across the cold marble tiled floor, and down into the dark basement. When we walked into the weight room all the lights came on automatically. Joey and I both quickly covered our eyes and moaned about how bright the light was. I found the light controls on the wall next to the door and slid the control knob all the way to the bottom. The lights went out again.
“Now it is too dark.” Joey said with a hint of fear in his voice.
“It’s ok; we’ll only need the lights in the Lap Pool room.” I said while reassuringly putting my arm around him and guiding him through the darkness.
Before stepping foot inside the other room we stopped and covered our eyes. Once inside I did as before and turned the lights off because the lights under the water were more than enough for the two of us.
“Whoa that is cool!” Joey gasped at seeing the steady glow of blue light coming from beneath the water that began to flow.
While Joey pulled his shirt off, I went around and turned the pool controls way down so that the water was hardly flowing at all.
Joey had got his head stuck inside his shirt and I had to help him.
“Alvin help!” he yelped when he couldn’t get his pajama shirt off. I ended up totally undressing him, diaper and all before I did likewise.
“Are we going to go skinning dipping?” he asked me while dancing on his tiptoes with anticipation.
I stuck my left foot into the water to see if it was warm enough yet, it wasn’t because I had turned the flow down so far. I went back around to the pool and cranked that sucker all the way to maximum.
“Should be nice and warm in a few seconds,” I said.
I had barely got the words out before Joey leapt into the air and did a cannonball into the pool. When he reemerged he had already been swept to the far end of the pool.
“Whoa buddy!” he exclaimed as he tried to pull himself back out, “that was totally the coolest!”
I started to walk around to help him, but stopped when I saw that he was able to get out on his own.
“You are insane!” I said as I returned to turn the flow back down again.
“No leave it fast! It’s more fun!” Joey said.
“Alright,” I said right before I launched myself into the air, did a midair summersault and then cannonballed into the pool.
Now I hadn’t figured on it hurting as much as it did. When I resurfaced I exclaimed, “Oh my butt!”
Joey giggled when he said, “Did you crack it?”
Chuckling I said, “Shut up shark bate!” and splashed him.
It took a minute or two for me to realize the reason it had hurt was because my backside was still tender from last night’s whipping. I started to get mad all over again until Joey managed to dislodge my thinking. He had jumped over my head and into the water again. He came up right behind me, clutching tightly to my ribs and then started tickling me. I quickly spun around.
“Hey! No fair tickling!” I laughed.
Joey squealed when I poked him in the belly. He tried to swim away, but the current was much too strong for either of us to swim against. I caught him by the foot, pulled him back to me and then dunked him.
He came back up laughing, “Do it again!”
“I got a better idea.” I said, “Let’s get out and go to the other end. We’ll get in real slow and see who can hold on to the side the longest.”
“That isn’t fair!” Joey griped, “You are bigger and stronger.”
“Okay, then I will go in first and see how long I can hang on for. Then you try and however longer I was then I will go in that many seconds before you on the second try.”
Joey scrunched up his nose and grunted, “Huh?”
I started pulling myself out of the water, “Come on let’s just do it!”
As I was coming out of the water Joey poked me in the butt with his finger and I felt a tiny twinge of pain. Actually it felt exactly like getting a shot with a needle in the butt.
“You got a bad diaper rash on your butt!” he announced playfully.
At first I argued, “No I don’t.” but then realized that my backside must be showing some redness again which the warm water had brought back to the surface of my skin.
I decided to play it off by saying, “Guess I will just have to tell Mommy to use lots more cream when she gets up.”
I acted like I was helping him out of the water, but when he was almost all the way out I pushed him back in.
He resurfaced complaining, “You did that on purpose!”
Laughing I said, “Uh, yeah what was your first clue?”
The two of us played in the water until we both looked like a couple of raisons.
“What time do you think it is?” Joey asked.
“Don’t know.” I answered, “Want to go back up to my room and play for a while?”
We didn’t bother drying ourselves off. We slipped our pajamas on and I carried our two diapers back up with us. We had ascended the basement stairs and were heading for the main staircase when I noticed that Joey was walking strange. He was walking bowlegged and had a double fisted death grip on the front of his pajama pants.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a strong whisper.
“I got to goooooooo and I ain’t got no diaper on!” he whined almost as though he was pleading for me to make the pressure within his bladder suddenly go away.
“You do not have a diaper on.” I corrected him.
He started dancing from one foot to the other and back again, “That’s what I said!”
“Why didn’t you just pee in the Lap Pool like I was doing?”
“I didn’t need to g… wait you peed in the water?” Joey said with a sickly face, “I swollered some of that water!”
“Then you also SWALLOWED some of my pee.” I said teasing him about the way he had said ‘swollered’ like he was some back woods country bumpkin.
“Well come on, let’s hurry!” I said as I quickened my pace, skipping every other step on the way up and dragging Joey by the elbow.
Joey nearly made it back to my room. He only needed to go another twenty feet or so to have reached the bathroom, but he lost the battle and flooded his pajamas. He peed all over himself, the floor and even got pee on the area rug that ran the entire length of the hallway.
“Joey!” I sighed.
“I didn’t mean too!” Joey whimpered and I had to hush him because he was making too much noise.
“Ssshhhh! You are going to wake someone up and get us in trouble!”
He was still holding the front of his pants despite the fact that he had peed a puddle on the floor.
“Run to my bathroom in case you are not done.” I told him and I took off running after him. His wet bare feet slapped the wooden floor so loud I feared that Grandfather might wake up and spank Joey like he had me.
I had been about two strides behind Joey. It had been enough of a delay in my arrival at the bathroom that Joey had already pushed the door closed. I turned the knob and went in only to find Joey was standing inside the shower stall.
“Why are you in there?” I asked.
“I didn’t want to drip all over!” he whined.
“Okay. Then, um, stay there while I get the hallway floor wiped up.
Armed with a small arsenal of towels I ran back to the hallway and did my best to soak up all traces of pee. As for the wet spot on the ridiculously long rug? Well, all I could do was to throw down a towel and step on it until I couldn’t get any more moisture to come out. To my horror, when I pulled the towel back up the bottom of it had some of the colors of the rug on it.
Upon returning to the bathroom with the now wet towels I found Joey still standing in the shower anxiously awaiting my return.
“Are you going to stay in there all day?” I asked while stuffing the towels down the laundry chute.
“I’m sorry.” He softly moaned.
“What?” I asked from across the bathroom.
“I tried to hold it in.” he whimpered softly.
“It’s alright, I got it all cleaned up. I don’t think anyone will know now.”
“Maybe we better put our pajamas down the laundry chute too and get a shower now.” I suggested.
As I was stuffing our things down the chute Joey commented, “I wonder what it is like going down that.”
“Want to see if you can fit?” I asked not even remotely serious.
“YEAH!” Joey said way too willingly and again too loud.
“Would you stop making so much noise?” I stoutly whispered.
Joey fastened his hands over his mouth and for a brief instant I thought about the fact that his hands were still covered with his own pee.
It was twenty minutes after six when we walked out of the bathroom. Since Joey liked playing with the automatic diaper pail thing inside my armoire, I let him deposit both diapers into it. We were closing the armoire doors when we heard a soft tapping on my bedroom door. It swung open and in walked his mom wrapped in a warm looking olive-green sweater and wearing a tartan skirt.
“You boys are certainly up early.” She started to say then noticed that we had wet hair and were butt-naked.
“Where are your diapers?” she asked.
I was the first to tell her, “We went swimming downstairs.”
The information I had shared didn’t seem to sit too well with her, but thankfully she didn’t get mad at us. She did however order the two of us to lie down, side by side, on my unmade bed.
This turned out to be the first time I ever experienced a simultaneous diapering. I mean Mommy Beth diapered Joey and me at the very same time. She first slid a fresh diaper under each of us and then did each following step, first to one and then the other.
When she was applying the diaper cream to Joey he told him mom, “Mommy, Alvin gots a rash on his bum.”
“He does?” she asked while looking lovingly into my eyes.
I was a little nervous that she would realize while applying the cream that it wasn’t a rash at all, but if she did, she didn’t let on about it. However she did apply a lot of that white diaper cream, which made my room smell like a baby’s nursery.
While she was powdering Joey he was playfully poking me in the side.
“Joooooey stoooop!” I giggled and tried to wiggle away from him.
Mommy Beth pulled his hand away from me and told him to stop or she would tickle him until he peed. Knowing Joey, I expected him to keep it up just so she would tickle him, but he didn’t.
With each diapering step, Mommy Beth had first done Joey and then me but after she came back from the bathroom where she had been washing the cream and powder from her hands, she pulled my diaper up between my legs first.
Joey protested, “Mommy you were supposed to do me first!”
But she had already finished taping my diaper into place before he even finished whining.
It wasn’t until we stood back up that I realized, that for some reason, my diaper felt extra thick on me. I looked down and it appeared to be the normal white disposable diaper except it looked thicker and I had trouble standing because my legs wouldn’t go all the way together.
Reading my mind, Joey told me after his mom had left us alone to play, “Sometimes Mommy and Daddy uses stuffers.”
I had to ask what a stuffer was and he explained that it was like extra diaper padding so that the diaper could hold more pee.
About an hour or so later Daddy Phil came in and gave us both big good morning hugs and he even sat on the floor to play with us for a while. Joey and I had been making a house of cards, but it kept falling when we would try to do the floor for the second level. Daddy Phil helped us get it all the way to almost having the third layer done before it fell again. After that he got us both dressed; of course getting dressed was even fun because we wrestled and played at the same time. It wasn’t until Jacquelyn seen us at breakfast and said something, that Joey and I realized that his dad had dressed us alike with blue jeans and white button up shirts.
