Step-Brother to Step-Baby – Chapter 2
Mike arrived home about 7pm, oblivious to what was about to come. He stormed through the door and without a hello, he demanded to know when food would be served.
“I’m hungry. When are you going to make us dinner?”
“Not yet Mikey, I am busy at the moment and I have something to do at 8pm. It will be after that – probably about 8.30pm if that’s ok with you?”
“I’m hungry now, and I’ve told you before – don’t call me Mikey – it’s Mike!”
He was clearly not in a good mood, but then again, he never was. He stormed upstairs to his room and turned on his television while we all looked at each other – it was not going to be an easy evening but it would be worth the short-term pain so we were all determined to execute the plan that Mother had proposed.
As the clock turned towards 8pm, we all nervously waited and visualize the inevitable storm that was coming. When the time came, Mother looked over at us with a determined look in her eye.
“Are you ready? This might not be easy but we have one chance – we can’t back down. If we do then he’s going to continue to treat us with no respect and make our lives hell.”
We all nodded our heads and waited for the instruction to go. He was already in his room so there was no need to call him up. As she entered his room, we followed closely behind. I took the furthest position back close to the door and discreetly turned the key in the lock before pulling it out and putting it into my pocket.
Mike had his headset on and was talking to some friends as they gamed together. He turned and looked at us with an evil look in his eye.
“One sec guys, I need to take a break.”, Mike paused his game and put down the headset before he began screaming at us.
“What do you think you’re all doing? Get out! I’m playing Call of Duty with my friends.”
Mother calmly smiled back and replied “No, I am afraid we can’t do that Mikey.”
“What the **** are you on about? And how many times do I have to tell you – I am not Mikey!”, he replied. It was clear he was slightly confused by what was going on.
Mother walked over to his bed and pulled out the white carry bag which she had hidden under there before he returned home. She walked back to where she had been standing and began to explain what was going to happen next….
“We have had a discussion and we have made a decision. When Katie had issues at night, you and your Dad thought it was a good idea for her to wear a nappy to protect the bed. We have tried to help you with your accidents but the Doctor cannot find a medical issue and you continue to be rude and disrespectful to all of us and we are no longer prepared to put up with it. Now today onwards, it stops and from tonight onwards….!
Mike tried to interject but Mother raised her voice and continued to speak until he stopped speaking and she could continue explaining the situation to him.
“AND FROM TONIGHT ONWARDS…. You will be wearing nappies at bed. This is not up for debate – at 8pm every evening, you will be changed into your night nappy by either myself or one of your sisters. If you can prove that you don’t need them and keep yourself dry for at least a week then we can review the situation. Are we clear?”
Mike seemed to be taken back by what he had just been told. He checked his headset was muted before he replied – he clearly didn’t want his friends hearing this conversation.
“Hahaha you ******* bitch, there is no way that I’m wearing nappies. You’re absolutely deluded. Good luck trying to get me to wear them. Now get out of my room.”
“We’re not going anywhere until this is sorted. It’s my house – you have two choices – you either wear a nappy as I have told you and follow my rules or you leave my house immediately and find somewhere else to live. It’s your choice”
Mike looked surprised at how Mother was speaking and how assertive she was being. None of us were used to this. As the deadlock continued, he started to get angry and defensive – he stood up and tried to walk to the bedroom door. He pushed me out of the way but found it was locked. He kicked the door aggressively but it was an oak door and there was no prospect that he would be able to break out.
“Why the **** have you locked the door? I’m warning you – I am really starting to lose my patience now.”
In the time that Mike had walked to the door, Mother had moved over towards his gaming station and picked up the headset. They locked eyes with each other before my Mother calmly explained her plan, if he did not comply.
“Well Mikey, if you don’t want your friends to hear all about your bedwetting habits, and see the pictures that I have taken, then I would suggest that you accept what is going to happen.”
She put the headset on her head and sarcastically remarked: “Is this the unmute button?”
He looked furiously in her direction and lurched towards Mother and the headset. My sisters and I moved to stand in front of Mother to protect her which only served to annoy Mike even more.
“I’m warning all of you – I won’t be responsible for my actions if you continue this. NOW GET OUT OF MY ******* ROOM”
It seemed that he was almost on the verge of tears as he was beginning to comprehend what was happening and realise that we were resolute in executing the plan that we had explained to him.
Mother continued to calmly sit in the chair with her button on the headset. She smiled at me and confidently asked “Can you get your brother’s bits out of the bag and lay them out on the bed? Once he’s calmed down, I can then get him changed for tonight.”
“I’VE TOLD YOU…. GET OUT OF MY ******* ROOM. I’M NOT WEARING ******* NAPPIES. I AM 17 YEARS OLD YOU CRAZY BITCH”
“Sorry Mike, you will be. It’s either that or I tell all of your friends about your little secret. What do you think they would say?”
Mike tensed his body up and aggressively responded to Mother:
“IF YOU ******* DARE THEN YOU’LL BE SORRY”
Again, she remained remarkably calm and decided to change her approach.
“Mike, this is happening whether you like it or not. We can do this the easy or the hard way. It’s not a big deal – you have had a tough time of things lately but we are not going to put up with the way that you treat us girls and I am not prepared to keep washing your bed, or having your room smell like a nursery. It’s making the whole house smell.”
Mike blushed at the allegation that his room was making the whole house smell. He looked unsure how to respond to the latest development and the change of tone.
His mind was clearly in overdrive as he tried to work out what to do – it did however seem that he was beginning to accept his fate and his resistance was wavering.
The End of Step-Brother to Step-Baby – Chapter 2
Written by: BacktoBabyhood – Chapter Two
If you want to read more stories by BacktoBabyhood you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index