Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims.
April's Showers (Bisexual, Urination, TV) by Amber Fountaine
Chapter 2
"This is Amanda's room," April told Rich as she led the three of us into the other room. "And as you can tell, sometimes Amanda is a little baby too."
"Wow," was Rich's only comment. But from the look on his face, you could tell he loved it and was in awe - if not maybe a little jealous.
From the small canopy bed to the matching white furniture to the dolls on the dressing table, it was obviously a little girl's room. We'd debated about a playpen and had decided that since we did almost all of our playing either in bed or, if we needed more room, in the middle of the living room floor, a playpen would be a waste of time and space. Besides, the 'baby' thing was mostly for April's benefit. I had a big time fetish for diapers and lingerie, but more often than not did the baby thing to please her
She'd loved the "Baby Amanda" outfit that I'd worn the night we met and had lamented that she hadn't worn diapers too. So quite often after that, when we'd get together for a night or weekend, one or both of use would be completely done up as a baby.
I showed Rich a framed picture from the top of the dresser. "Recognize these two?" I asked him as I passed him the picture.
Rich took the picture and smiled. "If you mean the two big stuffed animals, I'm guessing they're the same two that are sitting over there in the corner." Then he grinned at us and teased us, saying, "But the two little girls look familiar - I just can't place them."
I suppose we did look quite a bit different in person, standing there as we were, bare ass naked, as opposed to the cute baby outfits that April and I were wearing in the picture. But we knew he was just joking.
"Would you like for us to dress you like that?" April asked, beating me to it, and I swear there was almost a tear or two in his eyes when he smiled and nodded. She'd told me earlier that she was certain he'd be into the things we enjoy and as usual, she was right. April had a keen sense in that regard.
Then he turned to me and asked, "Are you gonna dress up too?"
I shrugged because I hadn't had any indication from April yet as to what she wanted me to do. I almost always let her make that call. Sometimes she wanted me to be her baby, sometimes her little sister, other times I'm her girlfriend, once in a while I've played the mommy and let her be the baby, and every so often, just to be different, I got to be Andy. It's all stuff that began in my early teens and I wondered how Rich had developed his interest.
"That's up to April," I finally told him so that he'd understand April made those decisions. Then asked, "Do you like to do this a lot - or maybe I should say often?"
He grinned at my indication that April was in charge and told me, "I don't get to do it a lot. I have a few girly things I like to wear when I'm home by myself. Dressing up in girly clothes with someone else has been my fantasy for years. And I love diapers. My sisters used to put me in their clothes and sometimes diapers. Is that how you started?"
"No sisters," I told him laughing. "But I damn sure had some kinky cousins."
"Rich, can you spend the weekend?" April interrupted. When again he nodded, she told us both, "Good. In that case, for tonight at least, let's have Amanda be our Aunt and you and I will be the baby girls. How about it 'Aunt Amanda,' think you can go without diapers for a few hours?"
Damn I love that woman! Just like her to remember I still had a bit of diaper rash. I'd mentioned to her that I should probably skip wearing diapers for another day or two. "Sounds good to me," I told her. "I've been trying to think of a good reason to wear that new bustier I bought you."
Leading Rich to the dresser, she told him, like she was sharing a secret, "He always says he buys this stuff for me, but I know that's bullshit 'cause he always winds up wearing it sooner or later."
"Eh-hem," I told them in as stern a voice as I could manage while trying not to laugh. "Little girls that use words like 'bullshit' get their mouths washed out."
April just grinned and after winking at Rich, told me, "I was wondering when you were going to need to pee." Then she explained to Rich, "The punishment for a little girl being a 'potty mouth' is to have your mouth used for a urinal."
Rich turned to me, his eyes glistening and said in a singsong, little girl voice, "Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit."
"I'll remember that," I told him, trying not to smile and totally loosing in my effort to be stern. "Let's see if we can get little April to quit laughing long enough to get her in her diddie - and then we'll get to you."
Rich watched as I diapered April and then added a ruffled diaper cover to her cute diapered butt. Then I got a short play dress from the closet and had her sit up to put that on. When I turned to look at Rich, he was slowly stroking his cock, which had gotten at least 3/4 hard. Slapping his hand away, I told him, "Naughty! Babies aren't supposed to play with their pee-pees."
"Especially when Aunt Amanda would rather play with them instead," April teased. She was making it damn hard for me to be the stern Aunt I was supposed to be playing. But she was right. I was definitely interested in playing with that beautiful pee-pee some more and they both knew it.
"Before you ravish us you wicked old lady," April told me as she got up off the bed, "Why I don't I pick out a dress for our other baby and you get yourself dressed before it's too late to get a pair of panties on over your clitty."
Rich laughed at that and I had to join him. Looking down I noticed that I was every bit as hard as he was.
"And while you're dressing yourself, you can tell us about 'Mandy'."
"Is that the name you use when you're in dresses?" Rich asked.
Shaking my head I explained to him, "No, Amanda is my usual fem name. Mandy is the name my cousins gave me when they dressed me up years ago." Then I realized I'd never heard him mention a feminine name and asked, "Do you have a name you like to use for yourself when you dress up?"
Rich and April exchanged glances for a moment which I thought was strange, then Rich told me, "No, not really. My sisters used to call me 'Sissy' but I never was sure if that was supposed to be a name or a description."
"Lots of little girls are called 'Sissy' and I think it's cute," I told him. "Let's make it 'Sissy' for now and if you think of something you like better, let us know."
As I began fastening the bustier in place and April began to diaper Sissy, I told him, "When I get done telling you about 'Mandy', you'll have to tell us about 'Sissy'.
He nodded in agreement, smiling at April, so I began.
"It'll be the best summer you ever had, Andy!" my Mom enthusiastically tried to reassure me. "Besides, you get to get out of school two weeks early and we'll be back before you have to enroll for the fall. And you're always telling me that there's no one around here for you to play with so you should be happy to be going."
'Well there was that to be said for this stupid idea,' I thought but wisely kept my mouth shut. 'One less day in old lady Ward's eighth grade homeroom was worth at least a week of putting up with my dumb-ass cousins, so two weeks early out should be worth two months in 'Dip-Shit-Ville' or whatever that dumb fuck Texas town is called.'
"Yeah, okay. As long as they don't stick me with baby sitting Mindy," I finally told her.
"Aw," my Mom teased. "Is him afraid him have to change the baby's diaper again? You know it wasn't all that long ago that you were in diapers and I didn't complain."
Cringing, I thought, 'Why does she always have to that up?' But I didn't say it. Instead, blushing like I always do when she reminds me about my bed wetting days in the not to distant past, I told her, "Yeah, but I just wet the bed Mom." I didn't mention how recently that had happened and changed the subject somewhat. "Sometimes Mindy messes her diapers and they stink."
"Andy, that was months ago. She might not even be in diapers any more." Then she finished what she was doing and turned toward the door. "You'll live," my mom said as she walked out of the room. It was her favorite phrase to use to let me know the discussion was over, the decisions had been made, and it was tough shit for Andy if he didn't like it.
The truth was that except for the one time I got stuck with changing one of Mindy's messy diapers, my two year old - probably three by now - cousin was really my favorite of the DeSpain bunch. Melanie was about a year older than me and acted like she was some kind of beauty queen. She wasn't bad - and she had grown a nice set of tits in the last couple of years - but she wasn't all the 'Miss Everything' she thought she was. And Mark was even worse. He was in High School and thought he was the smartest kid in the world because he could find his way on and off a football field without getting lost. Hopefully, by the time he graduated, he'd figure out how to use a bar of soap for something besides lubing his hand to jack off.
I guess if I was honest about it - and I damn sure couldn't tell my Mom that's why I wasn't too excited about going - Mark was the main reason for my concern. For the last couple of years, every time we got together, Mark would try to bring me up to date on all the things he'd learned about sex and recently, that had also meant trying to do things with each other. I'd been playing with my dick for a couple of years and I had to admit that it had felt better when I let Mark do it for me. But I also knew what it meant to be queer and how every one of the guys at my school hated queers and I didn't want to start doing anything that would make everyone hate me. Even if it did feel good.
My Mom's sister, Mary Sue and her husband, Ron DeSpain and their three kids lived in a large home on a hill just outside San Antonio. My folks dropped me off there, bags and baggage, before heading out on their tour of the West coast. My dad had built up a garage business; beginning the day he graduated from High School, adding locations and transmission shops and collision repair, and had recently sold it all. His goal had been to retire by forty and he made it with 4 months to spare. He had a few business ideas he wanted to pursue over the next few years, had put together a trust fund for my college, and had bought an RV that he and my Mom intended to break in over the summer.
"Next summer you can go with us," my Mom had promised.
But after the day and a half I spent with them, riding in the RV from our home to my Aunt and Uncle's house, I was probably looking forward to next summer even less than I was looking forward to this one.
"Aced my SAT's dude!" Mark told me as soon as he saw me.
'Yeah, fat chance,' I thought. I knew damn well that couldn't be right. Where I was from, 'Aced' meant you didn't make a single mistake. In my opinion, Mark couldn't put his name on a test and get it right twice in a row. I don't know why he was taking the SAT's. Mark would have to cheat to pass the entrance exam at a Barber College. 'If the bullshit is starting already,' I thought as I greeted everyone and shook hands, 'this is going to be a long, long, summer.'
The good thing, I discovered, was that Mark and Melanie still had two more weeks of school and I had the house to myself during the day - if my Aunt was gone. It took her about two days to decide I was the ideal baby sitter to leave with Mindy while she 'ran to the store.'
Now I certainly don't want to accuse my Aunt of anything, even if I did hear my dad refer to Mary Sue as a 'round-heeled whore'. But never once did she come back from one of those 3-4 hour shopping trips with any bags in her hand and she had more food in her food closet and more clothes in her clothes closet than any person I've ever known up to and since then. I'm at a loss to imagine what she might have needed from the store to begin with. But I didn't complain because I got to try the one thing that had been in the back of my mind for months.
The diaper changing experience that I'd complained to my Mom about had occurred when they'd visited with us for a couple of days over the last Thanksgiving weekend. And while I'd been serious about Mindy's messy diaper stinking, I'd changed a couple of her wet ones and for some strange reason it had turned me on. I wasn't sure how, or why, that had happened. And what I really didn't understand was that I knew it wasn't my little cousin's bare pussy that excited me; it was her soggy wet diapers.
And that just didn't make sense. Everything that I remembered about wetting the bed and being put in diapers at night until I was nearly ten, brought back terrible memories. Both my Dad and Mom had made fun of me for being a bed wetter. They acted like it was something that I'd done on purpose just to make their lives miserable. I think the proudest moment of my young life had been when I went for over two weeks without wetting at night and my Mom let me try sleeping without a diaper. Of course I still had the plastic cover on my mattress and once in a while - even more often recently - it still came in handy when I'd have a small accident. But wetting myself wasn't something I enjoyed or wanted to do on purpose. At least that's what I'd told myself for years.
Until I felt Mindy's thick wet diaper in my hand and for some reason, I had the irresistible urge to put on her soggy diaper. And like I said before, that just didn't make sense. For one thing, I knew it wouldn't fit me. And there was no way my boxer shorts would hold it in place. But I kept thinking about it, trying to come up with ideas like poking holes in it around the waist and using string to hold it on. Or maybe using some duct tape like my dad seemed to use on everything. I found the solution to my problem the first night I spent with my cousins.
Mark had wanted me to wait until he got home from his after school job to take a shower before bed. I was a little worried about what that might lead to, so as soon as Melanie was done taking her bath, I jumped in the bathroom to take mine. And lying there in the middle of the floor like a gift from heaven was the cutest pair of panties I'd ever seen.
Call it fate, call it fortune, call it good luck or bad. I fondled them, sniffed them, and held them in front of my stiffening pecker as I looked in the mirror. It didn't take but a glance for me to conclude that they were plenty big enough for me to at least try them on. And surprisingly, not only were they big enough, they were actually just a little big on me. Big enough I quickly decided, that one of Mindy's diapers - even a thick wet one - would fit inside the panties perfectly!
I admired the way the panties looked on me and the way my cock showed through the thin material. My thoughts might have led to an even more intimate relationship with those panties but were interrupted by Melanie knocking on the door and asking, "Did I leave anything in there?"
"Would 'anything' happen to be pink and have white trim and roses on it?" I asked as I quickly took them off.
"Very funny squirt," she hollered through the door. "Hand them out to me and quit playing with them."
For a moment I panicked and wondered how she knew I'd been playing with her panties. Then I realized it was her way of trying to always put me down and cracked the door open enough to hand them to her, hoping there wasn't any way for her to tell I'd been wearing them.
The following morning I almost leapt with joy when my Aunt asked if I'd watch Mindy while she ran to the store. I didn't know how much time I'd have but I knew that she'd just put dry training pants on Mindy and the diaper she'd taken off should be wet and waiting for me to try my experiment. As soon as Mary Sue drove off, I ran to Melanie's room and without much effort, found the drawer where she kept her panties. I was amazed!
I had maybe a half dozen pair of boxer shorts to my name. Melanie had at least two-dozen pair of panties of various styles, colors and descriptions. And unlike the underwear crammed in my drawer at home, Melanie's were very carefully sorted and stacked. I should have noticed that and unfortunately, I didn't.
But I did find a white pair of panties similar in size and style to the ones I'd seen in the bathroom and I found Mindy's damp diaper and managed to put the two together as I'd envisioned and it was great! The diaper wasn't as wet as I'd hoped but I knew how to change that in a hurry. And I guess feeling the hot pee spread around my cock and balls was what hooked me for sure.
I'm certain I hated it when I wet the diapers my Mom had put on me a few years earlier. But wetting in Mindy's diaper on purpose was awesome! No sooner was I done peeing in the diaper when my little pecker turned into a rock solid, hard-on of hard-ons. And it didn't take much rubbing through the soggy diaper for my raging hard-on to cum uncontrollably. And for sure, that glorious moment, cumming in that wet diaper, set the hook. Diapers would be part of my life for the rest of my life.
In what remained of the two weeks before my cousins got out of school for the summer, I was able to repeat that scene several times and each time seemed to feel twice as good as the previous one. Well maybe that's not possible, but it seemed that way to me. So it was only reasonable to expect the next time to feel twice as good as the last. I used the same panties each time, keeping them hidden in one of the boxes of clothes I'd brought with me and I got a little brave, discovering I could wear a loose fitting pair of shorts over the panty/diaper combination and enjoy it for a while even if my Aunt was home.
But then school was out for my cousins, and instead of having more things to do, I had less. Melanie was the closest to me in age, but she thought of me as a mere child, beneath the attention of a mature beauty like herself. Besides, she spent all her time with Candice, either at one of their houses or on the phone. Mark was just as bad if his friend Marsh was around. They all acted like I was closer to Mindy's age than to theirs. It was quickly becoming the summer from hell that I'd envisioned. Then, a couple of weeks later, some things happened that changed that all around.
To begin with, my wet diaper episodes weren't my only sexual outlet. Starting with the first night I'd shared Mark's room, and bed, sex was always part of our conversation, if nothing else. In Mark's room, the bunk beds that I remembered from a previous summer had been replaced with one double bed. My offer to sleep on the floor was dismissed.
"If Mark takes up too much room, maybe we'll think about getting you an air mattress," Mary Sue told me. Like it was having room that I was worried about. . . .
By far, my biggest concern was wetting the bed. It seemed like once a month I'd have a dream about being a grown man wearing diapers to school or church or somewhere in public and wetting them. Then I'd wake up to find I was pissing in my bed. It was almost always when I first started to pee and I didn't pee much, but I could just imagine what would happen if I did that in Mark's bed. My other major concern was Mark himself.
"Still jacking off dude?" Mark had asked as soon as we were in bed the night I'd arrived. Then before I could answer - as if any other answer was possible for a boy that age - Mark told me, "Me too. Every night. Watch." Even as he was saying it he was pushing down the sheets and his jockey shorts and taking his cock in hand to show me he'd added another inch since I'd last seen it. Then when he decided to check to make sure the door was locked and had slowly crawled over me to get out of bed, I knew why he'd had me sleep on the side closest to the door and bathroom. But I had to admit; it felt good when he rubbed his hard-on against the tent in my boxers.
"Take 'em off," he instructed before he crawled back in and for sure, rubbing our hard cocks together felt even better.
For the first few nights, we just jacked off lying next to each other, just as we'd done numerous times since he'd taught me to jack off years before. The only thing different was that now Mark liked to scoop up his cum with his fingers and lick his fingers clean. Of course he encouraged me to try tasting mine too and I admitted it wasn't bad at all. I wasn't about to tell him I'd been tasting my cum for some time. So when after a few nights he suggested we try jacking each other again, I was more than ready and wasn't too surprised when Mark scooped up my cum and tasted it. "No different," he commented like it was no big thing. Of course he coaxed me to taste his and taste-wise at least, there really wasn't that much difference. But in my mind, there was a huge difference between tasting my cum and another boy's. I knew it was a very big step in what seemed like an inevitable direction. That inevitability was aided by Melanie and Candice and of all people, Mindy.
Mindy was diapered at night but was now using pull up training pants during the day. I noticed that the training pants looked very similar in my opinion to the jockey shorts that Mark wore. So I began to wonder what it would feel like to put on several pair of Mark's underwear at one time and wet them. And while I no longer had the freedom to wear and wet the diaper/panty combo, a couple of times I was sent in to get Mindy up in the morning and had time to stick her wet diaper down the front of my shorts and jack off in them. I never gave a thought to the notion that Mindy may have been paying any attention to what I had been doing.
But about two weeks after school was out, I'd gone in to get Mindy up for the day and, not knowing that, Melanie and Candice had come in shortly after I'd started with the intention of doing the same thing.
"She's my little sister twerp," Melanie told me, miffed that I'd beat her to something she usually avoided. Normally, Mary Sue had to plead with Melanie to get her to show any signs of responsibility for her little sister. But that didn't mean an outsider was welcome to come in and take over the chore.
I was just about finished, had Mindy dressed for the day, and was about to throw out the wet diaper when Mindy handed it to me and said, "Now you."
I just laughed and folded it to toss it in the can, when Mindy insisted, "No you do it."
Mindy was a precocious child but her vocabulary and use of words were still limited. I knew exactly what she was trying to tell me - that she wanted me to use her diaper now. But I was hoping Melanie and Candice didn't understand.
Unfortunately, "now you," was a phrase Mindy used all the time when she was sharing something and it was obvious to Melanie that Mindy wanted to share her wet diaper with me. But for some reason, Melanie seemed to be almost as embarrassed at the moment as I.
It was Candice who finally spoke. "Andy", Candice said with a coy smile, "I think she wants you to wear her diaper."
At least Candice called me Andy and not twerp or squirt or something like that. "Yeah," I tried to joke. "Like this little thing would really fit me. At least I wouldn't have to wait forever for y'all to get out of the bathroom."
Then quickly I tossed the diaper and scooped up Mindy, telling her, "Let's go get you some Oh Jay!" If there's some genetic disposition for the taste of orange juice, I shared those genes with Mindy. And it made a great excuse to end the discussion and get Mindy's mind on something else.
The next wall of the cage I was building for myself occurred later that same day. Mark's friend Marsh had invited Mark to join his family at their time-share condo at the coast for a few days. That meant for the few days - they were due back Saturday - I had Mark's room to myself. Then I really got lucky or so I thought when the girls announced they were going to the mall. Mary Sue decided to go shopping again and asked me to wash my dirty clothes and any that Mark had left behind and to please look after Mindy for a couple of hours. I was glad to say yes.
Mary Sue's washing machine was almost identical to my Mom's and I'd been washing most of my own clothes at home for a couple of years. And lo and behold, in with Mark's dirty clothes were five pair of his jockey shorts.
After checking to be sure Mindy was okay by herself, playing in her playpen, I striped and dressed in all of Mark's underwear. I didn't need to pee as much as I would have liked, but it was enough to soak through the front of all the layers of underwear and leave a very visible wet spot. Then I decided to see how Melanie's panties would look if I put them on over the wet briefs and when I went to dig them out, discovered that I'd misplaced them.
I remember thinking back when school let out that I couldn't wear them around the house anymore and that I should sneak them back into Melanie's pile of dirty clothes. Assuming I had, I went to Melanie's room expecting to find them in her lingerie drawer and the trap that I'd been unknowingly building for myself snapped shut.
I found the panties I was hunting right on top of Melanie's clean lingerie and to my surprise, they didn't look like they'd been washed. I could tell they were stained from where the over-used diapers had leaked.
Suddenly there were bells going off in my mind that reminded me of the loud, clanging alarm bells we used at school for a fire drill. I knew something was dreadfully wrong and it was confirmed when not six foot away, Melanie's closet door opened and out popped a smiling Melanie and Candice.
"You were right on the money Can," Melanie said, staring at me and the panties in my hand. "He is a perv. I can't believe my Mom lets him watch my little sister."
"I don't think he wants to do anything to your sister Mel, I think he wants to be like your baby sister. See, he's already wet himself and now he's looking for some panties to put on so he can pretend to be a little girl."
In reality, that's exactly what I was doing and while it might have been unusual, I didn't see anything really terribly wrong with it. But listening to someone else say it made it sound sort of sick. However, compared to what Melanie was thinking, that I might do something sexual with her three-year-old sister, dressing up like a baby girl almost sounded natural. So I readily confessed to a desire to be a baby girl and was trying to think of a reason when Melanie said something to make me stop.
"I guess I shouldn't have been so quick to accuse Mark," Melanie mused aloud. "But he's gotten into my stuff before so I was sure it was him. Even when we found the panties in with your clothes, I thought maybe Mark had put them there," she said turning back to look at me.
Then suddenly she changed from sarcasm to sweetness like a switch being thrown. "Mark said you used to like to wet the bed," she said sweetly. "So you like being a girl better than a boy?"
I had no freaking idea how to answer that one except that the idea of me being a baby girl seemed to appeal to her for some reason and I certainly wasn't in any position to argue. I smiled as sweetly as she was doing, thinking that agreeing with her might be the way out. "Yeah, I guess I do," I admitted honestly. Then for some freaking intention, my big mouth kept moving and I told her, "Girl's stuff is so much nicer than boy's."
From the look the two girls exchanged, I was sure I'd given them the answer they were looking for and that they'd already made plans for me if that was the answer they got. Instead of a way out, I'd opened the 'enter' door and not the one marked 'exit'.
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