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. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.
April's Showers (Bisexual, Urination, TV) by Amber Fountaine
Chapter 8
"So you put him in a diaper - after sucking his dick I'd assume - and lived happily ever after," Sissy quipped when I paused to refill our glasses.
"You're sure beginning to understand the way Miss Amanda thinks," April laughed and told her brother. "Anytime she sees a cock, she sucks it."
Sissy grinned at me and shrugged. "And the problem with that is?" he asked April.
"Yeah, as if you don't," I told her.
"Looks to me like you're both sluts," she told us. "It's you two that should be in diapers."
"That's fine with me," I told her. 'My bladder is getting full again and I'd love to have a diaper on so I could wet it."
"As soon as Aunt Amanda finishes her story, she can go back to being a little sissy in diapers too," she told me. Then to her brother she asked, "Are you enjoying it so far?"
Sissy smiled and nodded. "The diapers or the story? I'm enjoying them both. You know I can't believe I really waited so long to try diapers again. When Gin brought me that tape to edit with Amanda in diapers I was almost tempted to go out and get some to try it back then. There's been dozens of times I've thought about those times when you used to make me wear them."
"Why didn't you?" I wanted to know. A similar trigger had sure gotten me back in them quick enough.
"I was still living with Vicki then and she thought it was too weird." Then he asked me, "When you got Chuck to put one on, how long had it been since he'd done it?"
"Mmm, probably about five years. I guess he'd quit at about 15 or 16 and he was around 21 when I met him."
"Do you know if he still does it?" Sissy asked.
Instead of answering, I smiled and continued my story.
I thought maybe Candice or Melanie would follow us upstairs, but neither of them had. Maybe Candice wasn't as nosy as I'd assumed and maybe Melanie had given up on the 'Chuck Meat' race.
"Change her mind?" Chuck asked, referring to Melanie.
"As soon as she knew you weren't going to be the one to put it on her, diapers didn't seem like such a good idea," I told him as I opened the gym bag where I'd put the diapers and pads I'd brought with me, deciding to use them first before opening the new packages. "Why don't I put one on you real quick so you can get back downstairs. Tell them you had to do it yourself and that I chickened out. If you're up here while I put mine on, they'll figure you know I'm a guy."
"Good idea," he told me, slipping out of his shorts, grinning as I stared at his erection. "Another good idea, but not now," he joked.
I gave him the saddest look I could imagine and I was only half acting. Then I had to laugh. So far, this thing was working out pretty good. But I had to get Melanie calmed down somehow. After giving Chuck's cock a quick kiss before he could stop me, I began to diaper him in earnest and told him, "You need to play up to Melanie at least a little bit, somehow, or she's going to get so pissed she'll be worse than what you said Candice did last year."
That reminded me of something else. "Last year, when Candice got fucked and wanted more, do you know who fucked her?"
"I think both of the guys from next door did. Johnny had Clara with him and I think he wanted to, but couldn't in front of her."
"Any idea who went first?" I persisted.
"Nope. You'd have to ask Candice. Why, is it important?"
I could tell by the sudden concerned look on his face that maybe he was thinking that Candice had a baby and the rest of the family had kept it a secret. "Don't worry, she didn't get pregnant or catch anything that I know of. But for what it's worth, she doesn't know which boy was which or which one got her first. And she thinks your friend Johnny might have fucked her but she knows he wasn't first."
Chuck mulled that over in his mind for a time and told me, "That means she probably got fucked three times. The first two times she was on her back and the last time was from the back. You'll see when he gets here that Johnny has really hairy shoulders."
As I finished his diapering and sent him on his way, I thought about what he'd said and it made sense. Then I realized he was headed downstairs without putting his shorts on, wearing just the disposable diaper and t-shirt. "You're not gonna wear any shorts over that?" I asked him.
He stopped in the hall and asked me, "Do you think I should?"
"Got a better idea," I told him. "Come back here for a minute."
Instead of shorts, I had him put one of the large pair of panties over the diaper and judging from the whistles and calls he got as he went down the stairs, the girls must have appreciated my idea a lot. Not to be outdone, I reappeared a short time later dressed very similarly. Rachel and Candice greeted me with whistles and remarks but Melanie was still miffed and ignored my arrival.
I noticed however, that she'd changed from the wet bikini bottom she'd been wearing to a pair of thin nylon jogging shorts and it was easy to see she wasn't wearing panties with them. I guess when Chuck got back downstairs so quick she figured maybe she was still in the running for the Chuck-meat race after all. She must have run up to the other guest room and changed while I was putting on my diaper.
"How long do you wait to wet it?" Chuck asked as he cracked open another beer for himself.
"I usually wait until I have it on," I joked.
"Good," he said, closing his eyes. He kept them closed and we all knew he was peeing in his diaper, especially when he commented, "Hope it's not leaking."
"I think you screwed up and missed your chance Melanie," Rachel told her, grinning at Chuck and me. "Looks like they're having all the fun."
"I don't see you running upstairs to put a diaper on," Melanie told her in a huff.
"You don't see me pissing in my panties either," Rachel countered. "But maybe I will."
"Piss in your panties?" Chuck asked hopefully, opening his eyes.
"No, run upstairs and put on one of Mandy's diapers," Rachel said, giving him a warm smile.
"Fine by me," I assured her. "Want me to help?" I wasn't sure she was serious, but hoped if I called her bluff; she might go through with it.
"Maybe I will," she said, sidestepping a commitment, but smiling at me. "But I don't think I'll need your help."
"What's the matter?" Chuck asked. "Don't you trust her? She didn't try anything with me. Surely you should be safe with her - or do you think she's a lezzy?"
Rachel was looking me in the eye and trying to decide if and what she should say and I got the impression, she was hoping I'd bail her out. So I did.
Doing my best 'Melanie' impression, I told him, "For your information - CHUCK." I spit it out like I was clearing my throat and acting like I was in a huff like my cousin. "I am NOT a lezzy. And maybe the reason I didn't try anything with you is, you don't have anything I might want. Maybe I should become a lesbian. If I do, I'd want it to be with someone like Rachel."
For different reasons, each one thinking they knew the real motive for my soliloquy, I had both Chuck and Rachel ready to break out in laughter. I know I was having a helluva hard time keeping a straight face and doing my Melanie act.
Candice, who'd been fairly silent up to then, spoke up and opened the topic of bed partners for the night. "Well you can't all wear diapers," Candice said, reminding us, "We only brought one mattress cover with us."
For the next fifteen minutes, we joked, teased and went through a variety of suggestions about sleeping arrangements based on who was most likely to wet the bed and to what extent. Rachel accused her sister of being able to sit on the toilet and pee for 30 minutes and needing floatation gear if she became a bed-wetter. Chuck told us of how when he'd been a bed-wetter, his sheets would get soaked all the way up to his pillow before he ever woke up. Melanie, probably in an attempt to embarrass me, jumped in to tell a story about my bed-wetting that my mom had told her mom and that she had happened to overhear.
After we'd all made an effort to outdo each other's bed-wetting story or accusation, Chuck silenced the room by asking me one simple question. He already knew the answer since we'd discussed it briefly in the truck earlier, but the girls all shut up to hear what I said.
"So Mandy," he began nonchalantly. "Tell us the truth. I'm not sure if you were kidding me earlier or not. Do you wear your diapers so you can wet them because you really like to wet them or do you have to wear them because you can't control yourself."
The girls knew I'd quit wetting the bed a few years earlier, had played with Mindy's diapers because, in their words, I was 'weird', and was wearing diapers now because of our scheme. But they had no idea how I intended to explain it to Chuck and were still a little amazed that Chuck had volunteered to put on a diaper; supposedly so I wouldn't feel bad about having to wear one. I think they were all certain that I'd come up with some great story about how some off-the-wall medical reason was why I couldn't keep from peeing in the bed and were waiting vigilantly for me to explain. They had a misplaced faith in my imagination.
"Well," I began slowly, like I was about to launch into a lengthy diatribe, "The truth is, . . . . . I wear diapers because I love the way it feels when I wet them and I wet them because I love the way it feels."
I grinned at Chuck. Chuck grinned at me. And slowly, as they realized I wasn't going to say anything else, beginning with Rachel and ending with Melanie, the girls chuckled at my explanation. It was almost verbatim what I'd told the girls when they caught me peeing in Mindy's diapers so they knew it was true. But they hadn't thought I'd be that honest with Chuck. Then they looked at Chuck to see if he was upset about my fooling him into wearing a diaper, and Rachel asked him, "Still feel sorry for her?"
Chuck shrugged and almost blushed. Then he explained, being equally honest. "I didn't really feel sorry for her. When my real mom and dad died, I had some trouble adjusting and started wetting the bed and they put me in diapers. I think Rachel remembers that. What you didn't know was that I was old enough to have been jacking off already and when I tried it in wet diapers, I loved it. I did it for as long as I could get away with it and I still think about it every time I see a diaper ad or hear about some kid bedwetting. All Mandy did was give me a good excuse."
He let that sink in for a moment, then added with a grin, "And I think she's right. I've been wetting myself for several minutes now and I love the way it feels too."
My honesty had surprised the girls; Chuck's absolutely stunned them.
"Me too," Sissy told me as I sat at the table to join them. "I love the way it feels."
April insisted I wear heels anytime I dressed as Amanda and I was more than ready to get off my feet for a few minutes. "So you're enjoying your diaper?" I asked Sissy needlessly.
"Yeah I am. The more I wet it, the better I like it." Then he turned to his sister, asking, "What about you?"
"Oh, I've known for years how much fun it is to wear a wet diaper," April told us. "Thanks to Miss Mandy."
"You didn't get into it right away," I reminded her.
"But I tried it right away," she told us. "Remember I wore one of your diapers home from that party where we met."
"And called him when you needed a change?" Sissy joked.
April laughed and told him, "Wish I had."
"Glad you didn't," I quipped.
Sissy looked at me, confused. "You didn't want to change her?"
"No. I love to change her. But I'm glad she didn't get into diapers right away. She's got the sweetest pee that ever dripped from a pussy and she stole my heart by drowning me in it every time we got together. If she'd started wearing diapers right away, I might not have gotten hooked on drinking all her pee."
"Gee," April said, acting innocent. "When I was a little girl they told me that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach . . . and I didn't know how to cook . . . . so I had to fill his tummy with something . . . ."
When he'd finished laughing, Sissy asked her, "So when did you start wearing diapers?"
"Same time you did," she told him. "But I didn't let you see me in them."
Sissy stared at his sister for a moment while he got it straight in his mind. "You made me buy diapers to wear when you and Gin dressed me as Sissy, but it was really so you could put on a diaper when I wasn't around?"
She smiled and nodded. "Gin tried it too, but didn't like it as much as I did." then she asked him, "When did you start doing it again?"
"A couple of years ago when I'd just moved back to LA. I'd gone to a gay bar with a friend and they were having a 'Doing our Thing' night and a guy showed up in diapers. I got to thinking about it, saw some in a drugstore a few days later, and the rest, as they say, is history."
"What about the dressing as a little girl?" she wanted to know.
Sissy grinned. "Thanks to you and Gin, it seemed to go hand-in-hand. I was about halfway through the bag of diapers when I decided I should have a nightie to wear with them. By the end of the second bag of diapers, I had a few cute little girly outfits to wear."
"Did any of your boyfriends or girlfriends get into it with you?" I asked, but my ploy didn't work. I was ready to kick back and listen for a while but they both caught on.
"Yeah," Sissy said grinning at us. "There were a couple that really got into it." Then he looked at me and asked, "First I want to know who slept with whom and which bed got wet?"
"He's right," April told me. "As much as I'd like to know if he meant a couple of different people or a male/female couple, we'll wait for you to finish."
"Everybody slept with everybody and all the beds got wet." I tried. But they shook their heads, smiled, and waited for me to go on.
We must have changed the subject a dozen times and every time, sooner or later, someone would say something or do something to bring up the subject of who was sleeping or wetting in which bed. It had been late afternoon when Chuck and I had put on our diapers and we were both, I was sure, very wet. We'd watched a couple of movies, including, "Splash," which had led to a discussion as to how you could put a diaper on a mermaid.
"Well if you can't put a diaper on one, how would a guy have sex with one?" Melanie wanted to know.
"How do you think, dummy," Candice said and then, like a mime, put her hand in front of her mouth like she was holding a cock and bobbed her head a few times.
Each of us laughed as soon as we realized she was acting like she was sucking cock.
"In that case, Miss Mandy would make a great mermaid." Melanie just had to get in her digs and it never occurred to her that by advertising my skills, she was further decreasing her chances at getting to Chuck first. She wasn't aware I'd already beat her to it so I think she may have given up by that time.
"A mermaid wouldn't have to worry about drowning in a wet bed," Rachel teased.
"Would you like to try being a mermaid?" I asked Rachel. If it wasn't for the alcohol I'd have never had the nerve to ask her what I was implying - the two of us having sex in a wet bed.
She looked at me, grinning lewdly and in a way that let me know she was well aware of what I'd asked. But she thought Chuck would take it as me asking her for him, since she thought Chuck believed he was the only male in the room.
Still looking at me, but glancing at Chuck, she asked, "You think I should sleep with Chuck to see if I drown?"
I knew damn well she was testing the water, so to speak, and I looked to Chuck to respond.
"You'd have to join the Diaper Club," he told her, sidestepping a direct answer, and tossing the ball back to her. Then he reminded her of her earlier comment. "You chickened out once already."
"I didn't chicken out. I just didn't say when I'd get around to doing it."
Chuck nodded, accepting that excuse, but told her, "Well if you wait until you're old enough to be in a nursing home and they have to put diapers on you, it's not going to count."
That ended that round of banter for the moment and again the subject changed to one less sexual. Over the last few hours, in between movies and sodas, beer and bull shit, Chuck had fixed us hamburgers on the grill, the limit of his culinary skills. The girls had remained topless and I'd actually gotten to where I could speak to one of them and look them in the eye without staring at her tits. So when I was in the kitchen helping Candice wash dishes and accidentally got my face in her tits when we didn't have our moves coordinated, it really was an accident. I think she knew it but wasn't about to let me off that easy.
"Mandy!" she almost screamed. "If you want to suck my titties, just ask. You really are turning into a lezzy."
Chuck had heard the remark from across the room and joined in. "Makes me feel better. She had a perfect opportunity to play with my prick when we put diapers on and didn't do it."
"Maybe she's a lesbian vampire or something," Melanie suggested. "This morning in the daylight she was sucking my brother before we came up here. Maybe after dark she goes for girls instead."
That round of teasing lasted a few minutes and none of us saw Rachel slip off. But a short time later when she came back down from the bedroom, she paused near the bottom of the stairs until we had all noticed. And believe it or not, the first thing I noticed were her tits being covered. She'd put on this little crop top thing that barely came below her breasts and did more to call attention to them then when she'd been running around bare breasted. It was white, with light blue trim . . . . . and a perfect match for the diaper with the light blue stripe. Unlike Chuck and me, Rachel hadn't put on a pair of panties over the diaper.
"She did it!" Candice said, speaking first and seemed to be proud of her sister.
"Yeah, she sure did." Chuck looked like a kid opening Christmas presents. "But she has to wet it if she wants to join our Diaper Club."
And that's exactly what she did. She smiled at us as she cut loose in the diaper and didn't stop until she had us all wondering if the diaper would hold it. By that time, half of the blue stripe visible to us down the front of her diaper had turned a blurred greenish yellow. It had never occurred to me that the stripe was a wetness indicator, but a quick peek in my panties confirmed that mine was almost non-existent. The last time Chuck had gotten up I had noticed little half-moon wet spots on the wooden chair where he'd been sitting, so I knew he was even wetter than I was. I didn't think I was leaking yet.
"Okay, that's it," Chuck announced, getting up to take the center of the room. Since we didn't know what he meant, he had all of our attention. "I want to go skiing in the morning early, so I think we all need to get to bed."
Then he began turning off lights downstairs and almost herding us toward the staircase. Rachel and I were both trying to hold back to see what he had planned and Candice and Melanie were trying to hold back to see who paired off with whom. We were sort of in a semi-circle around the foot of the stairs and finally Chuck had to take the lead.
As he moved ahead of us, he said, "I guess if the rest of you want to sleep on the floor down here you can. But I'm going to bed. They're a helluva lot more comfortable."
"But you didn't tell us whose bed we're going to put the cover on so it doesn't get wet," Candice told him. She was the only one that hadn't wet herself in some way, but seemed to be the most concerned about protecting the beds - or maybe just curious about the sleeping arrangements.
By this time, we'd all reached the upstairs hall and Chuck paused to put an arm around Rachel and my shoulders. "Come here close," he told us, lowering his voice like he was going to share a secret and pulling us together like a group hug. "Most of the time the people here run around in bathing suits - wet bathing suits. So my mom has one of those mattress cover things on every bed. It really doesn't matter who sleeps where."
I thought it was funny that after all that discussion and debate about wet beds and partners, it was totally immaterial and began to laugh. Rachel also saw the humor in it and began to laugh too. Melanie seemed saddened by the news and Candice just shrugged and turned to go to her room.
After Melanie followed Candice, Chuck, with his arm still on our shoulders, said, "I'm glad I don't have to choose between you two."
Rachel and I looked at each other. There were two ways to take his remark and she wasn't any surer than I which way he meant it. Either he assumed we'd both join him in his bed, or we were being dismissed and sent to our own beds. Chuck must have sensed our uncertainty.
"I'm planning to leave this diaper on all night so I'd better double check to be sure my mom left that cover on the mattress. If you two ladies don't plan to change, would you mind checking each of your beds too?"
Rachel and I nodded, both of us disappointed for our own reasons, and watched Chuck enter his room and shut the door. Then we went to the room we'd been assigned and followed his instructions, verifying that both beds had covers on the mattress. Aware that Chuck might very well be listening to us, I started a conversation I knew he'd enjoy.
"I really thought one of us would get to sleep with him. I know I sure wanted to and I think you did too."
"Yeah I did," Rachel admitted. "I haven't had sex with that many guys - I think my little sister has been laid more than I have. And I really wasn't all that turned on until I pissed in this damn diaper. I nearly had an orgasm standing there in front of y'all doing that."
"Me too - watching you I mean."
She laughed and told me, "Yeah, I noticed you checked your diaper to see if you'd cum in it."
I explained about the blue stripe on the diaper and that I'd checked in my panties to see the diaper, not in the diaper. "But it really turned me on too, watching you."
As we were talking, I was digging in one of the gym bags I'd brought with me and she asked if I intended to change my diaper. "Nope, I was looking for this," I said, pulling out the baby-doll nightie we'd bought the previous day. "I like the way my diaper feels when it's soaked like it is now. I'm gonna sleep in it. What about you?"
"I'm going to want to take a shower when I take this off and I don't want to take a shower just yet. So I guess I'll sleep in mine too."
I was trying to decide if I should take off the bra before I put on the nightie. Without the bra and falsies, I was literally as flat chested as a boy. Rachel read my mind and surprised me.
"Leave it on and wear the nightgown and climb in bed with me."
In the blink of an eye, she'd shed her little top, put on a gown similar to the one in my hand, and was sliding into bed, holding the sheet and cover open on the side closest to me. Further defining the limits of her invitation when she saw the look on my face, she told me, "Don't get any ideas. There's no sense in having to wash all the sheets in the house in the morning."
I didn't move as fast as she had, but I swear I turned off the light and was in bed before it got dark!
With the lights out, we laid awake and talked. Mostly she had me tell her everything that had happened so far between Mark and me. After I had answered her questions about my earlier years as a bed-wetter and explained again about the unexplainable urge I'd had to put on one of Mindy's wet diapers, she had one more surprise for me.
"Move up behind me," she said, rolling away from me on her side. "And put your arm around me."
She had to be able to feel my heart beat!
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