The Johnsons

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Chapter Four – Diapering Big Brother

The next morning, Scott had the most wonderful dream.  His sister was stroking him as she did the previous evening.  He felt the waves of pleasure come over him.  Then suddenly she stood before him in nothing more than a pair of white cotton panties.  She straddled his body and began to move the little white piece of fabric aside.  He relished the idea of seeing her beautiful pussy, but she seemed to have trouble pulling her panty aside and she laughed at her own predicament.  Scott got anxious as he felt himself drift toward consciousness...

He awoke, and was startled to feel the covers of the bed snapped away from his body.  He looked up and there was Becky standing at the end of the bed wearing a pink jumpsuit and a pair of sneakers. 

"Rise and shine," she said, looking down at her naked brother.  "Oh, I see a certain part of you is already wide awake."

Scott looked down and saw his penis was extended to its full modest length.  The rest of him was exhausted.  It was still dark out.  Scott heard the pitter patter of raindrops outside his window.

"I'll be back in one minute," she said.  "When I return, I want to see you in sneakers and socks.  Nothing else," she said.

Scott closed his eyes and felt himself drift off.  A moment later, he was startled to feel cold water poured over his penis.  Then, he rose and opened his eyes just in time to see Becky dump the rest of the water on his face.

"Ouch, what the hell?" he said.

Becky reached down and pinched his penis between her thumb and forefinger.  "Do you think I like being awake at this hour?  I'm doing it for you.  Now get up before you earn yourself a spanking, Scott," she said.

Scott snapped out of bed as Becky left the room.  Jeesh, he thought.  This sucks.  But he certainly didn't want to get punished.  Not by his kid sister.  He threw on the socks and sneakers and went downstairs.  His "mom" Donna was in the kitchen preparing for work.  Scott admired her form as she walked around the kitchen in her high heels and business attire. 

"Good morning, Scott," she said cheerfully.  "I see Becky has you ready for your morning workout."  She made it a point to look down at his groin, which was still engorged.

"Yes ma'am," he said.

"Good boy," she said.  Then before Scott could react, she approached him and reached out her hand.  She grabbed a flabby chunk of his gut in her hand.  "She'll help you and your dad get rid of some of this."  She squeezed him for emphasis.  "So be sure to obey her."  She held him there, waiting for his acknowledgement.

"Yes ma'am," he said again. 

She released his gut.  "They're already downstairs.  Now run along," she said, pointing to the door to the basement.  

Downstairs, Scott found Pete in the same outfit that he wore, which was to say no outfit at all.  Becky sat on a chair.  Pete was already standing on one of two treadmills that were lined up in front of Becky. 

"C'mon Scott," Becky said.  "On the treadmill like your father." 

Scott hopped up next to Pete.  Both men waited for instruction from the 18 year old girl. 

"Ok, each morning, we're going to meet down here.  You will be on the treadmill for an hour.  I will monitor your progress.  If I don't see you sweating, I'm going to increase the speed.  I also have this," she said, waiving what appeared to be a leather whip in front of them.  "Expect to feel it on your backside from time to time if I don't think you're giving me your best effort.  Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am," both said. 

"Good," she said.  "Let's start at five miles per hour." 

They did as she instructed.  Within five minutes, both men were completely exhausted.  Becky went to each machine and lowered it to four miles per hour.  Now both men were able to walk, albeit at a much faster pace than they were used to.  Suddenly Scott, then Pete felt a crack on their buttocks.

"You have 54 minutes to go, boys.  I expect you both can handle the four miles per hour.  It’s a snail’s pace."

"Yes ma'am," they both said simultaneously, spurred on by the whip.

Becky put on her Ipod and began listening to music.  She sat down in front of them and began doing stretching exercises.  She spread her legs as far as they could go, almost at a 180-degree angle and stretched her limber body from one side to the other.  The effect on the men was immediate.  Despite the exhaustion they felt, their penises grew hard at the sight of the sexy young woman in front of them.  Noticing the effect she was having on them, Becky smiled and continued her stretching exercises.

After 15 minutes, both men were once again winded.  Both dripped sweat onto the machine.  Becky got up and handed both of them towels, which they used to wipe their brows.  Scott looked especially exhausted, so she lowered the speed on his treadmill slightly and resumed exercising.

30 minutes in, both men looked like they couldn't complete the exercise.  Pete signaled for Becky and she moved along side him.  "I - I can't make it, Becky."

Becky held down the button on his treadmill and lowered the speed on Pete's machine.

"Thanks Becky," he said, gasping for air.

"Look Pete, what would my mom say if she heard you calling me Becky?  It's 'ma'am' to you, and I won't hesitate to whip your bottom if you make the same mistake again."  The held the whip up under his nose for emphasis.

"Yes ma'am," he quickly corrected himself. 

"That's better," she said, and she resumed her own exercises.

Pete and his dad exchanged glances.  They were both in awe of the power of this young woman and they both couldn't help but get excited as they watched her prance about in front of them.  It inspired both of them to complete their exercise. 

Finally, after an hour, Becky came over and turned off the machine.  "Congratulations," she said.  "You've both completed day one of the Johnson family version of 'The Biggest Loser.'"  She laughed. 

Both father and son caught their breath. 

"It's important for both of you to stretch properly after you've exercised.  Come sit in front of me and spread your legs."

The two men sat in front of Becky, still seated on her chair.  As ordered, they spread their legs.

"As wide as you can," Becky encouraged.

Once they complied, she had them stretch from one leg to the other.  Neither man was the least bit flexible.  Both looked ridiculous with their penises sprouting up in front of their naked flabby bodies as they tried to comply with her request.

Becky stood in front of Pete first and took his hands, helping him reach as far as he could.  She stood dangerously close to his balls.  She pulled his arms and was very encouraging.  Pete couldn't help but smell her fresh female scent as she stretched him in various directions.  It made him throb.  She repeated the process with Scott, who was equally enthralled.

When she was satisfied with their stretching, she looked down at the two men and laughed.  "Boy, it looks like both of you are a bit excited this morning.  Unfortunately you're in training and both mom and I feel it's best you don't ejaculate during the week.  And it's Monday."

The men looked at each other.  Both were dismayed at the rule she had just come up with.

"Excuse me, but I'm not getting the response I was looking for.  Come on guys, what do you say when a woman addresses you in this household?"

"Yes ma'am," they both said.

“That’s it.  Show me the respect your penises are showing me,” she smiled.

“Yes ma’am,” they said again.

"Good," she said.  "Now, neither mom nor I want to have to resort to a male chastity belt.  We both think you should be able to control yourselves.  But we'll be checking you regularly.  And we both have ways of knowing if you've strayed.  Capiche?"

Resigned, both men agreed. 

"Great, now you can both thank me for taking the time this morning to help train you.  I think a polite kiss on my sneaker will suffice."

With that each man got in front of Becky and kissed her sneaker. 

After that, Becky informed them it was time for them to shower off.  She trusted Pete was trained well enough to shower on his own, but she informed Scott she'd be supervising his shower.  At first, Scott felt that increasingly familiar sense of humiliation, but then he realized he liked the idea of being "supervised" by his kid sister.  Upstairs they went.   Becky held his hand as though he were a child and escorted him to his shower.  Then, as she watched, he scrubbed his body off - more thoroughly than he ever had before - thanks to her insistent directions.  She had him spend a great deal of time scrubbing his cock and balls, as well as his anus. 

By the time he was done, he was rock hard. 

"Oh look, that little penis of yours has gotten all excited again," Becky said, thrilled that her desired effect was taking place.

Scott didn't like the way she put him down, but he was hopeful maybe she'd do something about it.  Instead, she said, "It's ok, Scott.  I know you can't control yourself around me.   Come with me to the kitchen and we'll take care of it."

He followed her hopefully to the kitchen, where she went to the freezer and removed a big pack of dry ice.  "Have a seat," she said.

She then placed the ice directly on his groin area.  "There.  That ought to cool things off a bit.  Don't say I never did anything for you," she mused.

"Thank you, sister," Scott said, not really feeling that good about the situation.

After that, Becky went out for most of the day.  Before leaving, she reviewed the list of chores with Scott.  Pete had already left for work.  Scott spent the rest of the day cleaning the house as instructed by Becky.

Becky and Donna met for dinner that night.  When they returned, they found a very clean house and two naked men watching TV, both tired from the new female regime they were subjected to.  Both stood at attention as the women entered the household.  The ladies put the men to bed and took over the TV.

And that's the way it went in the Johnson household that first week.  Scott adapted quite well to his new way of living, or so it seemed on the surface.  Both Johnson men enjoyed their morning workout sessions with Becky.  She was a wonderful trainer and had a knack for motivating the two men.  Each morning, she'd wake Scott and check his balls.  Any time he got into a state of bother, she'd resort to the ice pack to make sure he stayed focused.

The first weekend was great.  On Sunday, the women ordered the men onto the scales.  Scott had lost six pounds and Pete lost eight.  The respective women took them into private rooms and gave them a hand release to reward them for their efforts.  Scott positively convulsed in Becky’s clever little hand.  He had never felt such pleasure before and he made strange noises as he came.  Becky just laughed and ordered him to clean up. 

The threat of spanking was always in the air, but the women didn't have to enforce it.  Both men seemed to know that the threat was real and neither one crossed the line.  They were remarkably obedient in the eyes of both women.  That was about to change. 

Week two went seemingly without a glitch.  Becky had started her summer job as a bartender at a local club.  She made lots of tips.  This meant she now supervised only Scott's workouts, which occurred late in the morning, while Donna took charge of Pete's early morning workout. 

The following Sunday, the weigh-in produced some big surprises.  When Pete stepped on the scale, he was the same weight as the week before.  Then Scott produced a complete shocker.  He was three pounds heavier than the previous week!

Becky's first thought was to reach up and slap her brother in the face.  But she caught herself.  Instead, both she and her mother said, "What!" simultaneously.

Then Donna added, "What the hell is going on here?"

Then Becky did something that caught everyone off guard.  She reached out and cupped Scott's balls in her hand.  Then with her other hand she began caressing his penis lightly.  "Look at me, Scott," she said.

The boy was in quite a state.  His little sister's touch was overwhelming to him.  She had a way of making him tingle all over and in doing so she reduced him to a quivering shell of a young man ruled by his own sexual impulses.

She continued, "You can trust me, Scott.  I want to know exactly what happened."

Then, to everyone's surprise, Scott began to cry softly.  "I- I've been eating fast food for lunch every day."

"I see," said Becky and with that she released her big brother, leaving him in a throbbing state.

"And what about you, Pete?" Donna said.  "What's your excuse?"

"Oh Donna, I've been sneaking donuts in the morning on the way to work.  I just can't help it.  I love to eat.  I'm sorry."

"Oh you're going to be VERY sorry," she said.   

Becky and Donna looked at each other.  Then Donna spoke.  "The Johnson women need some privacy to discuss the situation.  You two can go into the laundry room and close the door while we decide on your punishment."

Scott and his dad went into the laundry room and shut the door.  They eyed each other apprehensively.  Pete then spoke: "I'm sorry if this has been hard on you, Scott.  I really think it's the right thing for both of us though.  Accepting their superiority is good for us in the long run."

To Pete's surprise, Scott wasn't mad.  "It's ok, dad," he said.  "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I- I think I enjoy being dominated by Becky.  The way she touches me.  It's just, I don't know."

Pete smiled, "I hear you, son.  It was really good for you to feel a woman's touch.  Even though she's not even in college yet, she's an incredibly mature young lady.  She's also a head-turner.  What a piece of-" he caught himself.  "I think you should do whatever you can to make her happy."

"I'll try dad."

"Well, you probably should know that we're both in for it now.  If Becky is anything like her mother, and I think she is, she's going to punish you severely for this.  So you better be ready for anything.  Including a hard spanking."

Scott gulped.  "Do you think she'd do that?"

"I wouldn't put it past her."

Just then, Becky poked her head in the laundry room.  "Ok, we're ready for you."

They followed her out to the living room.  What they saw was alarming to say the least.  Donna sat on the couch with a large wooden paddle in hand.  Both Scott and Pete suddenly felt a sinking feeling.  Then Donna spoke.

"We've decided on your punishments." she said.  "This wasn't an easy decision for us," she said, but her face betrayed her words.  She had a slight smile on her face, indicating that the decision might have been easier than she let on.

"Pete, you should know better," she continued.  "You're going over my lap for a good hard lesson on your backside." 

Pete put his head down, knowing he was in for it.

She continued: "Scott, you are new to this lifestyle, and you're still learning the ropes.  Becky has convinced me, maybe against my better judgment, that you don't yet need a spanking.  Instead, she will be handling your punishment as she sees fit."

Becky smiled at Scott triumphantly.  "Go get dressed, Scott.  We're taking a little trip to the supermarket.  I'll explain on the way there.  Move it.”  She pointed to the stairs.

Scott immediately ran upstairs to put clothing on.  He didn’t quite understand why he was so willing to obey his little stepsister, but he was.  As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard the first vicious smack of the paddle on his father's bottom.  He felt bad for his father, but grateful he'd been spared similar treatment.  The idea of being spanked (by a woman no less!) was mind-boggling to him.  He never ever wanted it to happen to him and he was glad the women that now controlled his life had chosen to take pity on him. 

A few minutes later, he returned to the living room and what he saw was absolutely stunning to him.  Donna had Pete over her lap on the sofa.  His hand was pinned tightly behind his back.  Donna's paddle came down methodically on his ass with a resounding thump.  Then she raised her hand and did it again.  She lectured him like he was a ten year old boy!  "You're going to learn (SMACK) to fear the women of this household!" she said.

Becky stood watching with her arms folded.  She had a smug smile on her face.  But what really got to Scott was his poor dad.  He was crying.  No, he was sobbing.  This was a guy who used to be in the army!  His big tough dad now reduced to tears at the hands of a woman.  And his ass was bright red, yet Donna acted as though she didn't care!  She inflicted spank after spank as though it were no big deal.  Pete was kicking his legs up, but she held him firmly on her lap.  In fact, Scott looked carefully and it appeared as though she had pinned his dad's penis between her sexy thighs, just above her knees.  What had his dad gotten them into?  This was crazy!  Then again, he admired her fine womanly form as she sat upright and put Pete in his place one blow at a time.

Before he could complete the thought, Becky reached out her hand and said, "let's go, little brother."

With that, they left Donna with poor Pete and headed to the market together.  On the way to the market, Becky didn't say a word.  She drove with her lips pursed.  Scott tried to say something at one point, but without taking her eyes off the road, she said, "Keep your mouth shut until we get to the market, Scott."

Once in the parking lot, Becky turned off the car and turned to Scott.  "I suppose you think you're getting off easy.  Well, let me tell you something.  Based on your behavior to date, I have no doubts I'll be taking you onto my lap at some point this summer."  She allowed the words to sink in.  Then she continued. "I was hoping I didn't have to deliver this lecture again, but look at you.  You're pathetic!  Don't you want to lose some weight, or do you want to be a fat ass all your life?"

"I want to lose some weight," he said.

"Oh really?" she said, glaring at him again.  "Look, your stepmother and I both decided that since you act like a little boy, we're going to have to treat you like one.  We're here to buy adult diapers for you.  My friend Laura works as a cashier, so you can find out from her where they are located and then you can pay her with your own money.  Since you can't be trusted, I'll go in the store with you," she again fixated a determined smile on him.

Scott felt an immediate panic.  Adult diapers?!?  Was she serious?  And he was going to have to buy them?  This was terrible.

"Please, I'll lose weight.  You don't have to do this."

"I know I don't have to do this," she scowled.  I want to do this.  Us women gave you and your dad every opportunity to obey the rules and do what we asked, and you didn't do it. Let's go."

Tears once again filled Scott's eyes.  This was so unfair!  He wanted to run away!  But then he thought about it.  He couldn't be homeless.  He had no money and no place to go.  He was trapped.

Becky softened her voice, "You know, for a 21 year old guy, you sure do a lot of crying."  She put her hand on his leg, "Look, Scott, I know this isn't easy for you.  But I also know it's the right thing for you.  I might be younger than you, but I know what's best for you.  I care deeply about your development," she said squeezing his thigh.

Scott responded to her touch and her command.  He inhaled deeply and wiped away his tears.

"Good boy," she said. "Now, I won't lie to you.  This is going to be a fairly difficult, sometimes demeaning process for you.  But it's in your best interests to obey me." 

Before he could react, she got up out of her seat.  With her back to him, she smiled knowingly.  Could he really be going for it?  She had him totally whipped!  And it was easy.  Now, she was going to have the opportunity to work him over the way she wanted to.  This was where the fun would really begin.

The two walked into the store together and Becky led Scott over to a young female cashier.  Scott noted with some relief that nobody was in line.  She was a little thing, maybe 5'3", slim, with long wavy brown hair, and hoop earrings.  She looked bored, but her eyes lit up when she saw Becky approach.

"Hey Becks!  What's going on?" she said.

"Hi Laura," she said.  "This is my step brother, Scott," she said. 

"Nice to meet you," she said with a knowing smile.

What had Becky told her, Scott wanted to know?

"Nice to meet you too," Scott mumbled.

"Scott has something he needs to ask you," Becky said.  The two girls fixated their eyes on Scott. 

Scott felt his heart pounding, but he knew he had no choice.  "D- Do you know where I can find the adult, d- incontinence wear?" he asked awkwardly.

Laura's smile could have knocked him on his ass.  "Do you mean adult diapers?" she asked.

"Y- yes."

Becky cut in, "Where are your manners?  Say 'yes ma'am', Scott.”

"Yes ma'am."

Laura laughed out loud.  Then she said, "Do you have a little problem you need to tell us about?"

"Yes ma'am.  Um, Becky has decided to diaper me be- because I didn't lose weight like she wanted me to."

Becky cut in again, "That's not the only reason, Scott.  It's because you act like a child."  She turned to Laura.  "He masturbates constantly," she said.  "And he's a virgin."  Then she turned back to Scott.  "Don't worry Scott.  I've told Laura all about you, but I want you to admit it to her.  It'll be good for you.  Go ahead." 

Laura was now giggling almost uncontrollably.  "Is there something you need to tell me, Scott?" she asked, playing along.  Just like Becky she spoke to him as though he was younger than she was.

Scott's face must have been as red as an apple, but he was helpless under their carefully orchestrated interrogation.  He also felt himself strangely aroused by the whole situation.  "I masturbate constantly.  And I'm a virgin, ma'am." he admitted.

Laura giggled: "I see.  You can find adult diapers in aisle six.  You might want to pick up some baby powder and baby oil while you're there."

Becky: "Look at you!  Getting an extra sale for the store.  You go girl!"  Then she turned to Scott, "Run along to aisle six.  I need to talk to my friend.  We'll be waiting for you here."

Scott put his head down and headed to aisle six.  He heard the laughter behind him as his little stepsister and her friend presumably made fun of him.  He hoped they didn't notice how aroused he was.  Did he actually like being bossed around like this?  He didn't know why, but he thought he did!

Scott found a package of extra large adult diapers.  Then he grabbed some baby powder and headed back to the checkout line where Becky and her friend were waiting.  He put the items on the belt and prepared to pay, but then Becky's voice stopped him.  "Wait, I want you to get the female extra large adult diapers.  The pink colored ones.  And get two packages."  Laura laughed and turned to see his reaction, which was predictably sour.

"DON'T give me that look, Scott," his little sister scolded him.  "You have thirty seconds to return back here with the right diapers.  Otherwise I might consider having Laura over to watch me diaper you."

Laura: "Wait, Beck, I think he might actually like that."

Becky: "Ya, good point.  Well, hurry up anyhow.  Just because I said so."

Scott knew by now it was futile to resist Becky.  He couldn't believe the latest trial she was putting him through but he returned to aisle six and found the pink XL women's diapers and grabbed two packages.

They settled up with Laura, who continued smiling and giggling the whole time.  Becky made Scott thank her again to which Laura replied, "My pleasure.  Maybe I'll see you sometime, Scott," she taunted.  "Enjoy your diapers!  I'm sure you will."

Back home, they found Pete standing and facing the corner with an extremely red bottom, and Donna watching TV.  Becky ordered Scott up to his room and out of his clothing.  She said she'd be there in a moment.  

Scott stripped down and waited anxiously for his little sister to arrive.  He was hard as a rock in anticipation of her. 

She entered and smiled when she saw him in that state.  She ordered him to lie across the bed so that his legs were draped over the side.  While he did that, she prepared a diaper.  It was huge and bulky.  Once it was ready she approached Scott with a big smile.

"Spread your legs," she said. "Good," she said, as he complied.  "Now lift your bottom up for me.  Good boy."  She tucked the diaper beneath him.  Then she stood there for a moment looking down at him. 

"Why is your penis all hard, Scott?" she asked.

"I- I don't know," he said.

"Do you like the idea of being diapered?"

"I don't know."

"Your penis says you like it.  And penises never lie."  She flicked him a few times for emphasis.  Scott groaned and felt that familiar tingling in his chest again.

"Oh, look, you're getting wet," she noted.  She walked over to his night table and grabbed the baby powder.  She then sprinkled a healthy amount onto his penis and balls.  She rubbed it in.  The rubbing caused Scott to sigh with pleasure. 

Becky put a stop to it.  "There will be none of that for a while," she said.  "Only big boys get to cum and you lost those privileges.  Stop sneaking Big Macs and then maybe we'll talk."

She folded the diaper across his midsection, much to his dismay, and stuck the sides of the diaper together.  She then had him stand in front of the mirror while she admired her handiwork.  Because the diaper was made for a woman, it sagged a bit.

"You look absolutely ridiculous!" she said.  "I hope this is a lesson to you."

The only thing Scott could think about was the state of his balls and the pain he felt.  He was so horny and needed to cum so badly.  Yet, his little sister was denying him.  He thought maybe if he asked nicely, he'd get somewhere.

"Please, big sister, c- can I masturbate for you?"

"Can you masturbate for me?  Of course not, silly!  There will be none of that until you show progress on the scales."

Scott looked crestfallen.  "But, but I'm in pain."

"You should have thought of that before you defied me and my mother.  You're going to have to learn the hard way the way things work around here.  And if that means your balls get a little blue, that's your problem." 

She smiled wickedly at him.  She watched as he bent at the waist, trying to relive the pain.

"Come with me," she said, taking pity.

Downstairs they went.  When Donna saw them, she let out a chuckle.  "Oh look at my adorable little step son.  Come here."

Becky pushed him in front of Donna and folded her arms across her chest. 

"I see somebody is learning a few difficult lessons.  Well, you'll be a better man some day," Donna said.

Becky spoke:  "He’s in a state of bother.  Is the ice pack in the freezer?"

Donna: "Oh aren't you kind," she chuckled.  "Go ahead.  Say, when you change him before bedtime, I'd like to watch."

Becky: "Sure, no problem, mom."

Becky grabbed the ice pack out of the freezer and dropped it in the front of Scott's pants.  "There," she smiled.  "That ought to relieve some of the pain.  What do you say?"

"Thank you ma'am," he said, feeling a great deal of frustration.

"It's my pleasure."

Scott and Pete served the women dinner and cleaned up.  After dinner, Scott had to go to the bathroom.  He wasn't sure what he should do, so he asked his kid sister. 

"What do you think, silly?  Go in your pants.  Oh, and I'm glad you asked me.  Any time you have to go, I'd like you to ask me, unless I'm in my room in which case you should just feel free to let it go."

Scott felt his pants fill up with urine as Becky looked on with great satisfaction. 

"Good boy," she said.  "If you have to take a shit, for god's sake, use the toilet.  I'm not cleaning that up."

When the women decided it was time for the men to go to bed, Donna followed Laura upstairs.  There, she watched with pride as her daughter humiliated her boyfriend's son.  The girl certainly had a knack with that boy.  It gave Donna intense satisfaction to see her daughter, clad in a tight pair of jeans and a sensible blouse, stand over a 21 year old man who willingly spread his legs and submitted to having a pink adult diaper applied to his fat ass.  Indeed, Donna had raised her daughter well.  She was the complete picture of maturity and dignity as she tended to Scott, who was anything but, not that he could do a thing about it.  It was clear to Donna that Becky had him wrapped around her little pinkie finger.

They tucked Scott in together and then went downstairs and watched TV.  Both talked about how wonderful it felt to be in charge and what a great time they both were having with their new arrangement.