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22-02-2008
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A weekend with my cousins.
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Today is going to be a great day, I thought as I began to climbed out of bed, on a beautiful Saturday morning. I stood up, and my butt felt heavy beneath my racecar Pjs. I knew I had soaked my pullup again, but I blamed my wetting on the excitement of today. But it was a problem- neither of my cousins knew I wet the bed, and I couldn't let them find about it when I went to visit them for the weekend. It would be absolutely mortifying if they found out, and them, being a little younger than me, would probably laugh at me- and I hated being made fun of. I walked across the blue shag carpet in my small room, through the creaky hinged door of my room, across the hall, and into the bathroom. I stripped off my PJ top, and bottoms, and then removed my soaked pullup. I folding them up, and then threw them in the waste basket by my trashcan, where I always throw them away at. I smelled strongly of pee, so I decided to take a shower before I got dressed, and packed. After I showered, I got dressed in blue jeans, and a Tshirt, and then began to pack the small, black bag laying beside my wooden dresser. It was so like me to wait until the last minute to pack- I always procrastinated. I packed several shirts, and pairs of pants, and pajamas, as well as socks, swim trunks, and Flip Flops, for when we went swimming in their pool. I also packed my Gameboy, and several games in a side pocket, that would keep it from getting tossed about, and possibly damaged. I hesitated as I put several pairs of pullups in the bag. I couldn't find anywhere to put them so that they couldn't be seen. I tried putting them under stuff, but the bag wouldn't close like that, it was much too small. I finally settled with laying them sideways against the inside of the bag, between my pants, and side of the bag. Even though they stood out big time, amongst all the nomal big boy stuff, it would have to do. Hopefully no one would go through my bag, and discover my secret. After I packed, I lugged my bag into the living room, where my mom had breakfast ready. A plate of Fied eggs, Bacon, and French toast was lying on our dining room table, and my stomach growled with hunger just looking at it. I said good morning to my mom, and before she could make any conversation, I began to devour the plate's contents. I ate it quicker than a ravenous Tiger, and made about as much noise too, but I didn't care- I was really hungry. "Hungry, huh?" my mom asked me. "Guh-huh," I said, with a lump of everything in my mouth. "Swallow before you talk, you don't want to choke," my mom said, sharing her motherly advice with me. I swallowed the remainder of my breakfast, and sloched back in my chair, clutching my full belly. "So, are you ready to see your cousins, and Aunt?" my mom asked me. "Yeah," I said. "but I-" "Don't worry about your pullups, honey," my mom told me. "I doubt anyone will care, besides your aunt already knows." That was news to me, and I sat bolt upright. "She does?" I asked, in surprise. "Of course- she's always known," my mom stated matter-of-factly, a little smile stretching across her face. "and she assured me, that the kids won't give you a hard time about it." "Yeah.. sure," I said, not believing her. An hour later, we were on the road. My dad had gone to work early that morning, so it was just my mom and I. We turned onto Highway 6, and began to make our way towards Houston, but it was a rather long drive, so I pulled out my gameboy, and began to play Pokemom for a while. After a while, I got bored with playing the game, so I clicked it off, as we turned onto I-45, into Houston. I just looked out of the window, at all the cars that went by, and the sights we passed, whether it was buildings, parks, or just open fields. It was one of my favorite thigns to do on roadtrips, because you could always see something new, and sometimes, things you wouldn't expect to see- such as the wreck that has just happened on the opposite side of the Highway. There were two cars involved- one of them were flipped over, and burning, and the other smashed up really good on several sides. The trafic was backed up for a long way, and I hoped nobody was hurt in the crash, as it looked really bad. Thirty minutes later, we pulled into my Aunt's driveway. They lived in a large Condo, in uptown Houston, not a bad neighborhood at all, in fact, it was on of the nicest you could live in. Of course, they could afford it, because they were rich. It was always something I envied them for, but I was family, and knowing my Aunt, she would buy me something, so it wasn't such a big deal. Their yard came into plain view, as we passed their row of hedgebushes, and pulled as far in as we could. A large fountain stood in the front yard, but it didn't seem to be working, as it was not turned on. I grabbed my bag, and we got out of the car, and began walking down their walkway, up to the front door. More bushes lined the front of the house, but stopped before reached the door, to be replaced by a small patch of Hybiscus on each side of the door. I knocked of the door excitedly, and I heard a rushing of footsteps from the otherside. The door swung open, and my Aunt, followed by my two cousins, greeted us at the door, and told us to come in. We stepped into the marble foyer, and I could see they had done some work on the place since the last time I visited. The wooden floors, had been removed, and replaced with a dark tile that ended at the dining room entrance. There was a dark red leather couch, and matching love seat, in front of a big screen tv, tucked away inside of a entertainment system. I saw my Uncle's guitars sitting in a rack beside the TV, and wondered if he would play for us later- he was a great guitar player. A large fish tank stood on a wooden stand by the door, and I saw an assortment of colorful fish swimming around inside. "So, how was the ride up here?" My Aunt asked my mom. "Oh, it was fine. A wreck on 45 West though," my mom told her. "Oh, well, that's normal- people can't seem to drive these days," my Aunt told her, before turning to me. "So, how's summer vacation going?" "Fine," I told her. "but next year will not be fun, with all the new Math we have to do." "Well, it's all for the benefit of your education," she said cheerfully, but I didn't agree. To me, half the crap we learned in Math was totally useless. "Brandon! Come on, I want to show you something!" my cousin Chad said, yanking at my arm, and jumping up and down. "We wants to show you his-" my other cousin Kristen said, but she didn't get ot finish. "No! Don't tell him!" Chad said, pulling me up the stairs. "Come on, I'll show you!" "Alright, I'm going, just don't rip my arm off..." I said, feeling my arm getting yanked out of it's socket, as he jerked me towards the stairs. We went up the short staircase, into a hallway leading to the bathroom, and both bedrooms. Followed closely by Kristen, he pulled into their cluttered bedroom, and over to the Tv, where I saw a familiar game system sitting cozily on the ground next to the TV. "Ah- you got a Nintendo 64, huh?" I said. "Yeah! It's great! We've wanted one for so long, and now we have one!" Chad said. "You want to play?" "Not right now, maybe later though," I told him. "Ok then," Chad said, turning on the Playstation. Kristen lead me back downstairs. "Yeah, I'm glad mom got that for us. It keeps him out of my hair. He's so annoying sometimes!" Kristen said, in a loathing tone. I laughed. "Well, that's what little brothers are for," I said. "Want to go jump on the trampoline?" she asked suddenly. "Sure," I said, and she led me across the kitchen, and out the back door. Their back yard, was fairly large for a condo, but it was shared by the neighbors, but they worked so much, they were rarely home. We always referred to them as "the dead people", because they never showed any sign of life, and kept to themselves most of the time. I don't think they liked kids very much, and certainly didn't have any. It must have been lonely out here for my cousins, not having anyone around to play with. No wonder they were so glad to see me. "So how are the dead people doing?" I asked Kristen, as we headed towards the trampoline. She laughed. "I haven't seen them in a week. They could very well be dead in there, and we wouldn't even know," she responded, as we took our shoes off, and climbed on the trampoline. I was always really good on the trampoline. It came from my Gymnastics background, even though I never finished it. I was always a natural on a trampoline, and there were very few tricks I couldn't do. We jumped around for a while, me doing flips, and Kristen doing easier tricks. She always struggled with flips, but I think it was a lack of self confidence more than anything else. Flips weren't really that hard to do. "I wish I could flip like you," she said, after I performed a backflip,180, and threw in a front flip as soon as I landed on the mat. "You can," I said, getting a double bounce from her, and jumping really high. "You just can't get scared half way through. You have to keep your momentum going." "Well, I tend to stop half way through. I just can't jump high enough to flip," she said. I grinned, and got an idea. "Ok, how about now?" I asked her, jumping next to her, and sending her flying high into the air." She wasn't ready for it, and so landed on her butt. She got up laughing. "Your so mean!" she said, pushing me. "Am not," I said, laughing. "I'm just trying to help you." Later on that day, we ate dinner. My Aunt cooked us some Ham steaks that were really good, with vegetables and rolls to accompany it. While eating dinner, I had a chance to look around at their kitchen, which was drastically changed since the last tiem I had visited. A set of solid oak cabinets hung across the kitchen, varnished, and coated in thick laquer that made them shine nearly as brightly as their stainless steel range. They had a big walki npantry close to the back door, and althoguh it was closed, I reckoned it was full of food. Their refridgerator was on those double ones, with the fridge on one side, and a freezer on another. I wished we had a fridge like that, and I felt a twinge of jealousy as I took it all in. After we ate dinner, we played Smash Brothers on the Nintendo. It was a really fun game, and I really liked Kirby. He could suck people up, and then spit them across the level, sending the character spiraling down to their doom. He could also fly for a short distance, so in the hands of an experienced player like myself, he was nearly unbeatable. We played for about an hour, when my Aunt said it was time to get ready for bed, and I suddenly got nervous. I had forgotten about my pullups, and I was afraid my cousins would notice me wearing one, as they were quite thick. I grabbed my bag from the doorway, and went to the bathroom to get dressed for bed, and my cousins got dressed in their room. After I was dressed in my cowboy pajams, and pullup, I went back to their room, and my cousins also had their pajamas on. We watched cartoons for a while, on a pair of red beanbags they had in front of the TV. There were only two of them, and I opted to sit on the floor, but my cousin Chad said that he'd just share one with me. That made me nervous. I was in a pullup, and if he rubbed up against me, I knew he would feel it. So as he sat down, I tried to keep as much distance from him as I could. He did rub up against me a few times, but he was so into what was on TV, he didn't notice anything. But I sure did. At one point, I happened to glance down, and his pajamas slipped down a little, and I couldn't believe what I saw: The waistband of some type of diaper. Did this mean he wet the bed too? It had to mean that.. What else could it mean? I wondered if Kristen also wore one, so I glanced over, and sure enough, I saw the obvious bulge of a diaper beneath her pink Hello Kitty pajamas. Me, having worn them all my life, knew what the shape of a diaper was, and so it was easy to spot. What do I do? Do I say something to them about it? Do I tell them I wear one too? No- I mustn't say anything- not yet anyway.. I still didn't want them to know that their older cousin wore protection to bed. I didn't see what was coming next, until it was too late. Chad jumped on top of me, and I was hoping he couldn't feel my pullup through his own, but.. "Did you see that?" he asked me, bouncing on my lap. "The guy got-" He suddenly stopped talking, and looked down at my pajamas, and I knew why. My pajamas had slipped down, and half of my pullup was in plain view. Kristen saw it too, and a look of shock spread across her face. Everything went silent for a few moments, and I waited for the laughter to start. I was extremely embarrassed about my situation, and my face bypassed red, and turned maroon. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More to come soon. Last edited by Chromos; 24-02-2008 at 08:00 PM. |
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The dashes are actually proper sentence structure. I'm not really a fan of them either, but in certain situations, they work better than commas. There will be more by next week. Thanks for all the comments so far! |
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