Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble…
The next morning was a Saturday, and the three sisters were up early.
It was to be a busy day. For a start, it was Tenille’s 4th birthday, an event almost forgotten in the excitement of moving to the new house. The sisters had decided to give Tenille a party, despite the children not knowing anyone else of their age in the vicinity.
The sisters had also found a gym in the nearby town, and had joined a weekly jazz aerobics class to augment their workouts in the home gymnasium. They had decided to attend the class early on Saturday morning, two at a time to leave the third sister home as a babysitter.
Chris was woken by Angela and Mandy discussing their exercise wear.
‘Ange, have you got a sports bra I can borrow? I think mine must still be packed somewhere,’ said Mandy, standing by Ange’s bed wearing just her panties.
‘Sure,’ said her sister. ‘Try this,’ she added, tossing Mandy one of her stretchy bras.
Chris blinked at Mandy. He had just emerged from another strange, infantile dream. The moment he moved his legs he knew he had wet heavily, and was relieved and embarrassed to feel the nappy and plastic pants around his loins.
‘Hi Chrissie,’ said Mandy, smiling at him as she slung herself into the bra.
Chris smiled back, happy not to feel himself blushing as he watched his half naked sister-in-law.
Angela was adjusting the crotch of her hot pink leotard. She had already discovered that Chris had wet his nappy.
Leaning down to kiss him, Angela said ‘Chris, Tracy is just getting the other two up. Mandy and I are going to aerobics class. You can sleep a little longer if you want, but don’t forget to give your nappy and plastic pants to Tracy for the wash please honey.’
Before Chris could answer, Mandy stepped towards the bed and kissed Chris as well.
‘And,’ she said with a grin, ‘Don’t forget that it’s Tenille’s birthday today. Don’t have too much breakfast because there’s a party at lunchtime!’
Chris looked surprised. He had no idea of the birthday. Mandy smiled again as she pulled her tights up snug around her waist.
‘She’s growing up – she’s a big girl of four now,’ said Mandy.
Chris smiled and nodded. ‘Growing up’, he thought, and here I am in a wet nappy and plastic pants.
Mandy borrowed a leotard from Angela and the women admired each other, discussing where they needed to lose a bit of weight here and there. Then they were gone.
Chris lay back in the bed for a few minutes, then decided he should get up and slip his nappy into the wash to save himself the embarrassment of having to face Tracy with them.
He had just climbed out of bed and had waddled to the middle of the room in his sagging nappy and was standing there chewing the tip of his thumb, wondering what to wear, when Tracy’s cheery voice wished him good morning. Chris turned to see her at the door, feeling himself peeing in surprise.
‘Oh,’ he said, his voice breaking slightly.
He looked around frantically for a towel or something.
‘I’ve just given the other two a bath, honey,’ said Tracy, walking into the room and picking up a towel from over a chair. ‘If you give me your nappy I’ll put it in the wash, then you can hop in the bath while it’s still hot.’
Chris was still a little stunned by Tracy’s casual tone and by his own position.
‘Come on, baby, nappy please,’ she said, standing with her hands on her hips. ‘And Chris, I don’t want to sound like Mummy, but don’t suck your thumb, darling. It’s not very hygienic. It took me ages to train Tenille out of it.’
Chris dropped his thumb from his mouth immediately.
‘I wasn’t…’ he said.
‘I know, honey, it’s a hard habit to break. You know, even some grownups do it in secret, but it’s still a messy habit. And do you know what might happen to anyone who keeps doing it? She might get buck teeth!’ Tracy said.
‘Tracy, I wasn’t…’ Chris said, trembling slightly, considering his very recent dreams, at the word ‘she’.
‘It’s alright, sweetie,’ Tracy said. ‘Now, nappy off, please baby.’
Chris fumbled with his nappy, and ended up letting his sister-in-law remove it.
Holding the unexpectedly heavy nappy rolled in her hands, Tracy felt sorry for the naked, shivering boy in front of her, and regretted being so harsh about his thumbsucking.
‘Honey, I didn’t mean to be mean about you wanting to suck your thumb sometimes, OK? In fact, if you want, I’ve got something to help, but you can’t have it all the time, just as a treat for special occasions, alright?’ she said, pulling Chris towards her and giving his blonde head a rub.
Chris found himself nodding into Tracy’s soft breasts, then felt her lifting his head and holding something soft and rubbery against his lips.
‘A little treat while you have your bath. It used to be Tenille’s, but I still carry it in case Candy needs it when I’m around,’ said Tracy.
Chris’s lips opened reflexively and the latex teat slip in.
‘There you are, baby,’ said Tracy, looping the pacifier’s ribbon over Chris’s head. ‘Nice binkie,’ she added, patting him on the head. ‘Now, bathtime!’
‘Twacy I dow’t…’ Chris said, now clutching his genitals and blinking back tears.
‘Oh, shush,’ said Tracy, taking his hand and pulling towards the children’s bathroom. ‘Just enjoy your binkie and your bath, OK?’ she said as they entered the room.
‘In we go,’ Tracy said happily as she hoisted Chris off his feet and swung him into a standing position in the warm, bubble-filled bathtub.
Chris felt saliva overflowing his mouth and dribbling down his chin, and sucked the binkie a little harder.
Tracy was there to wipe his chin almost as soon as the dribble had started.
‘Oh, poor baby,’ she said, squatting down and gently taking Chris’s penis and testicles in her fingers and pulling them slightly to one side. ‘You’ve got a nappy rash, honey. I’ll put something on it after your bath.’
Chris whimpered and said something unintelligible around his binkie.
‘It’s OK, honey,’ said Tracy gently, ‘It won’t hurt for long. Tenille used to get just the same sort of rash when she was littler. I’ll put something on it when you’ve had your bath.’
Chris whimpered again, and Tracy both saw and felt his buttocks clenching together.
‘What’s up, honey?’ she asked him.
Chris had been trying to decide how to say what he wanted without sounding juvenile, but now the need was so urgent that he could only blurt out: ‘Need do poo Twacy!’ Chris said desperately around his binkie.
‘Oh, baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise,’ said Tracy as she swept Chris, dripping with warm bubbles, out of the bath and plonked him on the toilet seat.
Chris had given up any pretence of modesty and sat on the seat, crying softly as he had a noisy bowel movement. After he finished, he didn’t resist when Tracy wiped his bottom, picked him up and put him back in the bath.
‘There you are sweetie!’ she said, and left him to his toys and bubbles.
To be continued.