Chapter 3



I have never had a sleep so comfortable in my life. The bed in my room is like sleeping on a cloud, just without all the water of course. I used to sleep so amazingly every time I got to cuddle up to Peter, but I have scarcely slept since he died, until last night. Blissful, uninterrupted, dreamless sleep. That is what I just experienced. I stretched well, and then reached down to ensure my soggy baby diaper is still good, and boy does it ever feel good. I am well soaked, though, but amazingly enough, there is no wetness surrounding me. Had I have peed as much as I had last night into my old diapers, I so totally would have leaked, and I am talking only the pee I let escape while I was sleeping, the fact that my diaper is now nearing fifteen to sixteen hours old, is utterly amazing.


Then, as I was rubbing my soggy diaper, my dick finally woke up as well, and I went so hard, finally, and it was the vision of Yori in my head that made me do so. Seeing him all afternoon and evening in his ever wetter diaper, so fucking sexy even without it, fueling my visions like only one before he has ever managed.


I pushed down the front of my diaper, latched onto my pride and joy, and started stroking, then painted my face and upper chest with the largest output of cum I have ever even heard of on only my third stroke.


“Fuck me.” I groaned, it actually felt like my balls sucked inside out.


With my non stroking hand, I scooped up every drop of cum I could possibly get, and sucked it off my fingers, all the while, I am still stroking, attempting to cum at least once more.


Four more times, though, is what it took to finally go soft, and every load of cum I shot was damn near as voluminous and forceful, every one reaching my face and upper chest, except the very last, which only bubbled out my dick lips, adding maybe two or three milliliters to my fingers. As I sucked it off, I finally went soft.


“Holy fuck.” I muttered to myself.


“That was amazing, I saw you start, and couldn't help but watch 'til you were done, that was some porn worthy fucking cumming.” Drew said in awe.


“Oh, hi. That was, intense.” I groaned.


“Yeah, I'll say. I'd say sorry for spying, but I didn't intend to, but that was a show I doubt the straightest of redneck hillbillies could've turned away from.”


“Don't apologize, I should, I never closed my door, you told me very clearly yesterday that if I needed privacy that I hadta close my door, otherwise anyone had free reign to enter my room at any time, for any reason. I don't mind though, we're the same. I'm just glad it was you and not Yori to have caught me. You can control yourself, he and I can't, even if I can sorta, I know that if he offered, while I was in the midst of that, there's no way I could control myself.”


“Very true, both parts, because you're right. That was still an impressive show, though. I damn near came just watching you, and even though you're sexy beyond belief, I'm not attracted to you in that way at all.”


“Thanks. I guess not cumming for the better part of two months kinda made me full, huh.”


“No shit, but I doubt that fully explains the show you just put on. I'm not kidding, if you were older, and did that on camera, you'd be the highest paid porn star in the industry, I could almost promise you that. Your dick's amazing as well, which wouldn't hurt your odds in that at all either.”


“Thanks.”


I suppose every boy likes having his equipment praised, because what he said made me feel real good, even though I am absolutely not used to that sort of thing. I know that talking like this should make me feel embarrassed, I should be mortified that I was caught jacking off by my new dad, but I cannot be anything but satisfied and happy.


“You're very welcome Baby, now, up and at 'em, it's time to go swimming.”


“Okay.” I said, and then slipped out of bed.


“So, how'd you sleep last night, and how long did it take you to fall asleep?”


“Man, I don't think I've ever actually slept that well before, and I fell asleep almost instantly, but that bed is amazingly comfortable. I don't think I even dreamed at all, and I doubt I moved either.”


“Good, I'm glad, you needed it. I knew you were tired when we went to bed last night, I've seen how little sleep you've been getting lately and how exhausted you were getting. I hope you get lots more good sleeps like that in the future and start to truly feel better.”


“Thanks, I hope so too, but I think being here is what's gonna help most of all.”


“Good, I hope so for you as well.”


As soon as Yori and I saw each other, we both groaned. Fuck, he is even hotter in his double thick, super soggy baby diaper. He is already beyond sexy, just without a diaper, but I have no idea what word could possibly describe just how sexy I think he is right now with a double thick and soggy diaper sagging down, his hair still sleep messy, and even a few marks still on his cheek from his pillow. I have no idea how I could have gone hard again, but I did, almost instantly from the vision of Yori like this. He must have as well, because barely a second after we both groaned, he had to reach down and reposition himself, but then, so am I.


“Fuck, you're hot.” Yori groaned.


“Thanks, my god, so are you, and I never thought I could meet another that made me go instantly hard like Peter did to me.”


“Thanks.”


“Heads outta the gutter Boys.” Drew laughed.


“Totally wasn't in the gutter.” Yori said.


“Mmmm, no, was totally buried in his gloriously soggy baby diaper.” I added.


“I don't doubt that. Now, let's go swimming Babies.” He laughed again.


Drew led the way, but before Yori or I even moved, we looked at each other again, and I know I smiled every bit as brightly as he had, and then we started walking. I damn near grabbed Yori's hand in mine as we walked, but I held off. When we made it downstairs, Drew led us to the shower. He had shown me the washroom yesterday, of course, and explained that we must shower before getting in the pool, because with their last rebuild of the pool, he upgraded it to much nicer purification and sanitation methods than chlorine, but that it is slower, so if we start out clean, it keeps the pool cleaner, and he does not have to run the salt water generator near as much.


“Now, will you two baby boys be able to behave yourselves when I remove your soggy baby diapers?”


“Yes, I can behave myself now, only just, and trust me, I'm such a diaper lover, that this is how I prefer to see beautiful boys.” I said.


“Same, though I can't wait to see you naked Dakota, at least you've already gotten to see me naked.”


“True, and I was able to behave myself then.”


“Good, we're all the same there as well then.” Drew grinned.


He came forth and released the tapes on my diaper first, and pulled it off. He tested the weight of my diaper, and grinned, telling me that I know how to fill a diaper very well. I am facing Yori, so that he has a very good view of everything I have to offer. It seems he likes the view, because he had to adjust his erection once more, which does show through his double thick and soggy diaper, but just as a slightly larger lump. Drew then went and relieved Yori of his soggy diaper, also testing its weight and praising Yori for being a good baby boy and filling his baby diaper fully. Yori is also facing me, and I enjoy the show considerably as he is exposed once again. He really is so very sexy. Drew then faces both of us, and relieves himself of his diaper last, tests its weight, and grins, saying he was a good baby boy and peepeed his diaper nice and full, same as us good baby boys had. Well, this time Drew is hard as well, and I damn near hit my knees. He must have seen the look, because he grinned and said, “Down boy.”


“Trust me, I damn near did, but wow, you have an amazing erection.” I groaned.


“Thanks. Never had any complaints.” He grinned.


Drew was right though, he did not get any bigger in girth, and really did not add too much in length either, so like he said yesterday when I changed him and saw him soft, what I saw then is what I am getting now for size, which is still a good size, but his erection is the nicest I have seen, and I have seen lots, just all but one in pictures and videos. He is really hard, with a very nice gentle upward curve, he pulls slightly to his right, and he is intact, same as us little baby boys are, but his foreskin is almost fully retracted, exposing his beautiful head in all its glistening glory. My foreskin only retracts a little in my fully hardened state, and my head just barely peeks out, while Yori's foreskin is still just barely puckered at the end, so, as soon as he finishes growing, he too will probably fully retract like his dad does, whereas I do not think mine ever will, but then, I had seen Drew's foreskin yesterday in his softened state, and it still just barely covered him, same as Yori, whereas mine is really long.


“Okay Babies, let's go get cleaned up. Remember Dakota, full cleansing shower, get everything.” Drew said, as he led the way to the showers.


The washroom is fairly simple really, there is a boys and a girls one, and they are identical. There is a toilet inside a small room, then the four shower heads are on the one wall with a nice large bench a couple meters away, and then over top of the bench are cubbyholes for people to store things, which clearly we do not need to do. Then on the last wall are two sinks for washing up. On the wall underneath each of the shower heads, are triple soap dispensers, with body wash, shampoo, and conditioner, but Drew said not to use conditioner before going in the pool, that is for after. There are even soft brushes secured to the floor for washing our feet, which really is kind of cool, and even though it tickles a bit, it feels wonderful as well.


We all washed off really well, and then finally Drew led us to the pool, and then led us baby boys in some really good morning exercises, explaining as he did so, how we do some form of exercise every morning, but almost always in the pool. It was a really good workout, for sure, and though I did better than I thought I would, I still could not actually keep up to Drew and Yori. Finally we just played in the pool for a little, before climbing out and slipping into the hot tub, which feels amazing.


“So, how you feeling?” Drew asked.


“Mmmm, wonderful. I'm tired and sore from the workout, but I feel so good and free now, I know you know how that feels, and I don't think I could describe how it's truly making me feel.”


“Good, I'm glad Baby. Now, I haveta leave for work soon, will you be okay watching over Yori during the days, not that he strictly needs a babysitter anymore, he's more than smart enough, but it's not allowed yet for him to stay home for that long without supervision, though I think it's allowed once he turns ten in a few months.”


“Sure, I don't mind at all.” I said happily.


“And will you two be able to behave?”


We both looked to each other, grinned, and then, at the same time, said. “Probably not.”


“No, didn't think so. I know what you both want and need, and I think you both fell for each other almost as soon as you met, which I'm happy for, I hoped you would, but, I want you to both take your time. Dakota, you're no stranger to what it is you both want, you've experienced pretty near everything, but not you Yori. I know you've played, lots, I know you've researched, even more, I know what you want, everything, but you both needta rein yourselves in and take it slow and gentle, okay.”


“I know.” We both said, but I added. “I'm not interested in fast and furious, I've told you before that Peter and I never did that, we always took our time and loved each other. I suppose it's because we knew we'd never get it any other way, not to mention, we wanted to take all the time in the world. I can rein us in, because I don't like or want fast.”


“And I wanna move slow too, I've dreamed for so long already, but I don't want it all instantly either.” Yori said.


“That's good Babies, I'm glad to hear that. Now, chores for today, the games room and pool both haveta be cleaned, and the bathroom down here could stand to have a good scrubbing again today, I figure that between the two of you, you should be able to get that all done in two to three hours. Yori, you'll haveta teach Dakota everything that's required, and don't forget to check the dehumidifiers, to make sure that their drain lines aren't plugged again and that their filters are clean.”


“You got it Daddy, I'll teach him everything.”


“Good, then for learning today, I want you both to sit down for at least one hour and teach each other everything you know about CAD.”


“Okay.” We both said brightly.


“I never showed you your computer yesterday Dakota, totally forgot to, but I'll grab it from my bedroom and put it on the dining room table for you, you and Yori will haveta set it all up and install the program onto it. Yori, make sure and set him up on the network for everything as well.”


“You got it Daddy.” He grinned.


“Good. I've gotta start getting ready to go, you baby boys are welcome to stay soaking for a few minutes longer, but you should probably be getting out soon and getting cleaned, dried, and diapered. Remember, no more than doubled though.”


“Okay.” We both said.


Drew got out and headed to the washroom to get cleaned up, and I admit, I watched his ass as he walked away, it is a pretty fine ass, that is for damned sure, damn near as fine as Yori's is, and that is a feat that is hard to beat.


“Fuck, how have you not begged him to fuck you all night long?” I groaned as soon as Drew made it to the washroom.


“It's been getting harder.” He grinned, as he arched up his back to show off his mighty fine erection.


“No shit. You don't wanna hold off any more than I do, though, do you?”


“No, but we can't disobey Daddy, he says what he means, and he means what he says, and he'll see it instantly and ask, and I know better than to lie, because that's one of the worst possible things you can do to him, and I promise you, he can be real nasty when it comes to dreaming up punishments, but they're always way worse from lying. I did once, when I was seven, worst thing ever.”


“Why, what'd he do?” I asked in shock, Drew did not strike me as the sort to hit or otherwise hurt someone.


“Made me stand perfectly still, facing him, with a large book held above my head, I wasn't allowed to move in any way, he said if I moved, the time got restarted, and I hadta do so for thirty minutes, as he made me tell him exactly what I did, and why it was wrong, he made me tell him the full and total truth. I admit, my arms and shoulders hurt so much by the end, that when Daddy called time, I crumpled to the floor, burst into tears, and promised I'd never lie again, and I haven't, and I won't. He was so disappointed, because he knew I knew, but he hated himself for making me suffer like that, and he held me and hugged me so close and whispered to me for almost half an hour how much he hated having to do that to me, but that to be a man means he hasta punish me, and I haveta accept it when I've done wrong.”


“That doesn't sound so bad, Peter's dad would beat the crap outta him when he was bad, and he even hit me on more than one occasion for being bad.”


“Try it some time, I assure you, two kilograms doesn't feel heavy 'til you've hadta hold it over your head, without moving, for thirty minutes. By the end, it was like I was holding a bus over my head.”


“Oh. If you don't mind saying, what'd you lie about?”


“I don't mind, it was really stupid, I've always enjoyed lotioning my baby bum hole, but sometimes my fingers couldn't scratch the itch I had real deep inside, so I started using other things, and he asked me if I was, and I lied and said no. He gave me one more chance to tell the truth, told me that if I'm lying, that I'd be punished, and I still lied. Then he told me that he knows, because he caught me doing so, and then told me the punishment, and made me tell him everything.”


“Oh.”


“Like I said, it was really stupid, because not only had I always known he was fully gay, and of course by then I knew I was for sure, and I was even certain back then that he knew I was too. He still diapered me up lots back then, so I knew he'd be able to see the difference, and he did, right away. You know, what was worse, though, was the look of sadness and disappointment in his eyes, he hated doing what he was doing to me, but he was so disappointed in me for having done that to him in the first place, because even by seven, I knew how he felt about lying, he's always told me that there's almost nothing worse than lying to those you love, that it's every bit like plunging a knife into their chests. He's always told me that no matter what, he'd always love me, no matter what I hadta tell him, but that even one tiny little lie was way worse than a hundred hard truths. He's never asked me if I was a gay baby boy diaper lover, but I would've hadta say yes instantly, I can't lie, not any more. He says that outside our home, we haveta lie to protect ourselves from those who'd gladly do us harm, but that we're never to do so inside these walls.”


“Oh. Still doesn't seem like that hard a punishment, but then, I suppose, you've probably never been hit, have you?”


“No, Daddy doesn't believe in spankings at all, says hitting someone is an act of hatred, and that he never hits anyone, for any reason, same as he hates no one, for any reason.”


“Well, if given the choice, I think I'd take the book.”


“I'd gladly take the book over seeing the look on my dads face, that hurt way worse than holding the book did.”


“Oh.”


“Trust me, he's super kind, loving to the extreme, but he's also really strict about certain things, and when he hasta punish you, you're gonna feel so bad because of it.”


“Then I sure hope I never deserve that then.”


“I haven't in a really long time. I think he's only done that to me one other time, I think it was because I was being a spoiled rotten brat, which he also says is unacceptable behavior for a man, because a man works hard for what he wants, and doesn't ask for anything for free unless he has no choice. I was five I think, and I wanted something really bad, but didn't wanna pay for it, and threw a temper tantrum when he wouldn't buy it for me. Boy did he make me understand a few things, and I've never done that again.”


“Oh. So, am I really the first gay baby boy diaper lover he's helped out?”


“Hell no, he's had dozens. He's told me about lotsa his patients, everything that they thought was so horrible. Those ones always super intrigued me though, for pretty obvious reasons. No, you're the only one who's needed a new home, the few others that he hadta remove from bad homes, there was other family who happily took them. You have no one else though, so, he asked me, and I said yes.”


“Oh, okay, that makes sense then.”


“There've been three other boys that I told Daddy we should take in, because they needed us, but in the end, there was family who was happy to take them, and he firmly believes that family should take care of family first, and only then should others be asked if needed.”


“Wish I understood the concept of family, but I've never had one. The foster parents I had could be called a lot of things, but definitely not family.”


“I hope you figure it out soon here, because we're your new family.”


“Thanks, I hope so too, and I already never wanna leave here.”


“Good. Well, I'm starting to get too hot, so, we should probably go get cleaned, dried, diapered, and then fed, because I'm getting hungry.”


“From the second I first saw you, I thought you were too hot to be real.” I grinned.


“Ditto.” Yori giggled.


“Thanks. I don't see it though.” I whispered.


“I know, Daddy told me that you'd have really bad self worth issues, that you've been beaten down and made to feel worthless your whole life, so not to worry about the fact that you can't take compliments. You really are so very hot though, and I think I'd liketa see your hair redone with that blue brighter again, I think it suits you, and I don't normally care for dyed hair and shit like that.”


“Peter did it for me, said my hair's so blonde that it's almost blinding, so needs something to almost mute it, and because blue was his favorite colour, that's the one he chose for me, then that night, he dyed my hair for the first time. That was only three months ago now I suppose.”


“You really do have beautiful hair, but the blue makes it look really nice. Who cut your hair for you, though?”


“Peter, again, I cut his for him as well. He kinda actually stole the hair clippers we used, because it was getting too bad, and regular scissors were too hard for us to use, and we couldn't afford to go to hair dressers. Even my foster parents never took me in, my foster mother usedta just shave my head once every few months, like almost totally bald, I hated that. Peter liked to shave my sides and back right down as well, but I actually prefer it right how it is now, so, when I get it redone, this is the length I'll do, and then I usually start with the top about two to three centimeters shorter than it is now, and let it grow out to here.”


“Cool, Daddy cuts my hair for me as well, and I think he could do yours for you too. He'd do it exactly how you like it I'm sure.”


“Good, it actually needs to be cut again soon anyway. It grows really fast, and it's super thick.”


“Maybe I'll ask Daddy to buy more dye for me to do your hair, and you could maybe even pick a colour for mine, I wouldn't mind trying it at least once.”


“With the silvery streaks naturally in your hair, I don't really think you need it, you have beautiful hair as well, and I like how you keep it just a little long and shaggy like you do, I think it suits you perfectly.”


“Thanks.” He said brightly.


“If you wanted to, though, I'd say a little red in your hair would probably set it off perfectly.”


“Then red it is. I'll ask Daddy before he leaves. I'll pay for the first ones, if we decide to again, we can each buy our own.”


“Oh, okay.”


By then we are finished showering off, and I do condition my hair this time, because it is so thick, that I absolutely have to, otherwise it gets tangled and knotted very easily. When we were done rinsing off, Yori went and grabbed us two towels, and I found a pleasant surprise.


“Wow, this towel is warm, and it's super soft?”


“Oh yeah, towel warming cabinet, best freaking invention since the wheel, we've had this for years, they're amazing.”


“I think I agree.”


As soon as we are all dried off, we throw our towels into the hamper, then head upstairs.


“As much as I wanna ask you to baby diaper me, I just don't think that's a very good idea yet, so, we better go and baby diaper ourselves.” Yori said sadly.


“Yeah, you're probably right.” I said, equally as sad.


“Are you gonna put a doubler in your diaper?”


“I will if you will.”


“Oh yeah. The only time I don't is when I haveta leave the house, because it's just too thick to hide, but I always do when we're just at home for at least ten to twelve hours. Go ahead and use your thicker diapers as well, since we can make them very much worth it as well.”


“Absolutely, those are the best damned baby diapers I've ever even heard of.”


“Tell me about it, still wish I could wear them, but they're still way too big on me, but, I guess, the ones I get are almost as thirsty, and they're still good and comfortable, but they sure don't look like a good baby diaper should, but yours sure do.”


“Oh yeah, best baby diapers ever.”


“Mmmhmm.”


We both entered into our bedrooms, and while I know I should have, I did not bother to close my door. I got all my diaper supplies ready, laid on the diaper that I already have opened and fully prepared, with the doubler already in place, and proceeded to lotion and cream myself up really well. I did not, however, lotion or cream well enough to cum again, but pretty close to half way there, when I pulled up and taped closed my wonderful baby diaper. I patted my baby bone, telling it that later will be better because of not cumming now.


When I exited my bedroom, Yori did so at the same time, and one look to the front of his diaper tells me that he did not cum either, because he too has a little extra bulge than he probably would have otherwise. He also looked to the front of my diaper, saw my slightly larger bulge, grinned and nodded, and then led the way to the kitchen. Drew is already there, diapered, dressed, and just finishing a bowl of cereal, shredded wheat by the looks of it, which is one of my favorites as well.


“Good of you boys to finally join me. Good control, not going and changing each other.”


“It was hard not to.” Yori said, with a perfectly straight face.


“I'll just bet it was.” Drew laughed.


“Oh yeah.” Yori and I groaned at the same time.


“Good. Well, I'm just about finished and should be heading out, so you baby boys get your breakfast, then I'll head out.”


“Okay.” We both said.


I took the shredded wheat, put a little honey on it, and then the milk, while Yori took Rice Krispies, he added a little brown sugar, and then milk, and then we went and sat down. Just as we did so, Drew finished his last bite, stood up, and went and put his dishes in the dishwasher. When he came back, he went to Yori first, gave him a hug and kiss, said goodbye, I love you, and then came to me, and did the same for me.


“You kissed me.” I said softly.


“Yes, I did, you're my son now, and you deserve to be shown love of a father, something I daresay you desperately need.”


“Thanks.” I whispered.


“You're welcome. Well Babies, I'm outta here, behave, and call me if you need anything.”


“Okay.” We both said, but then Yori added, “Oh, wait, there is something I'd like you to grab for me please, use my account to do so, blue and red hair dyes, I wanna redo Dakota's with the blue, I think it looks good, and he thinks red might work really well in mine, so I'd liketa try that please.”


“Sure thing Babies, I'll grab it on my way home then, and I'll help you two to do so this evening. You could both stand to have a trim, so maybe we'll do that at the same time.”


“Okay, thanks.” Yori said happily.


A few seconds later and Drew was gone. Yori and I ate our breakfast, and then cleaned that up as well. Yori saw that the dishwasher is now full enough to turn on, so he added the soap and got it running.


“So, should we do our chores first, or work on CAD first?” Yori asked, pointing to my computer on the table.


“I think we should do the chores first, I've been known to totally lose track of time when playing with that and designing things, so we might not get our work done if we start playing first.” I had to admit.


“Good points, because I've totally done the same.” He grinned brightly.


We head back downstairs, and Yori shows me where all the cleaning supplies are, and how to put the cleaner into the pool and set it up, which is awesome, because it does pretty much all the hard work, we just have to use the brushes in the areas it cannot get to, and fortunately there are two really good ones for this chore. Yori then showed me how to check all the chemical levels, but said they were perfect, so we did not have to adjust anything. We got damp dust rages next to wipe everything down, and then we cleaned the floor. While the floor was drying, we went and cleaned the bathroom, Yori saying that we almost never have to clean the girls side, since it never gets used, though once a month they go and flush the toilet in there and run all the taps to clear the drains. After scrubbing that floor, the rest of the basement was dry enough, so we went and checked the dehumidifiers, there are four of them to keep the air cleaner, drier, and fresher. Yori told me how we have to ensure that the reservoir where the water collects is empty, because if it is, the lines are clear, but if it is not, then they are plugged, and we have to clean them, which happens once or twice a year. He did tell me too, though, that the drains from all four of them lead right back into the pool, to recycle it back, since that is where most of that water comes from anyway. When I asked how much they run, Yori said they run almost constantly, and each one pulls somewhere around two litres of water per day from the air. Wow, that is a lot.


Yori made one final pass, telling me what all he was looking for, and what we need to do if we find it, just making sure that everything is clean, neat, and tidy. I have never been in a house that was so clean as here, my foster parents were slobs, and only my bedroom was ever truly clean, Peter's dad was not any better, but Peter never kept his room clean, because why bother he said, so I usually ended up cleaning it for him, since I really cannot stand messes.


“So, how often do we haveta do this anyway?” I asked as we are heading upstairs.


“Once a week is the basement, but because it's really easy to do, it's just considered one chore. The kitchen gets the same type of cleaning once a week, then the living room, dining room, entrances, and halls are another day, we each do our own bedroom and bathroom once a week, which includes laundry, the garage gets a day to itself, but that's probably the fastest and easiest, and then usually two days for the yard, but Dad always helps with that, since it's so big. Pedro takes care of the cutting of the grass and the trimming for us, but we take care of all the flower beds and weed control. We each have work every day of the week, Daddy says he works a little more, but gets paid a lot more, but that I still needta do at least two hours per day myself, without his help, and he pays me pretty well.”


“Wow. Actually, that brings up something I never asked and Drew never said either, he said he pays me for the chores I do, but not how much.”


“I get twenty dollars an hour, so I imagine you'll get the same thing. I'm actually gonna end up taking a bit of a pay cut now that you're here to share the work, but I'm totally okay with that. Some of the chores took me three to four hours to do by myself, but most of them were less than two, but with you helping, that should cut it in half, which will give me more time to play.”


“Wow, that's a lot.”


“Yeah, but like Daddy says, I'm getting a mans pay, so I better be doing a mans job, and that a man does his work to the best of his ability, he does it quickly and efficiently, and he doesn't complain about it.”


“Fair enough, and nothing really is that hard to do, just takes time. What about when we're picking fruit though?”


“We get paid per kilogram for what we pick, but I'm only allowed to put in four hours per day, because I'm still expected to do my work around the house, though he might let me up it to six now that you're here to share the workload. I haveta work at least five days per week doing that, but I'm allowed to work seven if I wanna, but that he doesn't pay overtime, I usually do six, because I need at least one day of rest.”


“What about when you're in school though, that means you'd be putting in up to as much as ten hours of work every day, doesn't your dad let you have any fun?” I asked in shock.


“Oh yeah, one of his other golden rules is, a man must do his fair share, but a man must also take time to play and have fun as well, but that kids need even more play and sleep time, so can't be expected to work all day, every day. No, when I'm in school, he considers that to be at least half a days work, and then my chores are cut down by almost half throughout the week, so that I still have time. When I'm in school, Daddy also only works about the same amount, plus or minus an hour a week, so we do the chores together. With the exception of the yard, because when I'm in school, that's also usually Pedro's slowest time as well, so he does all the exterior work, and he's the one who mostly gets the gardens done, but he does do a beautiful job on them. No, the schedule I've told you is my summer and break schedule.


“I actually agreed to all this though, in fact I kinda asked for it, this was what we came up with after I turned eight and dad asked me if I wanted to start being treated like a man around the house, because I told him I didn't wanna be treated like a child any more, even though we still treat each other like babies, but, that's truly who we are anyway. Of course I said yes, he's always told me I'm too damned independent anyway, but boy did he lay down the law, said that once I agreed to all this, that because I'm asking to be treated like a man now, that I hadta expect a mans punishment for fucking up or not doing a mans job. He made me think on it for an entire week, made me ask all sortsa questions, and he told me all sortsa other things too, so that I knew what I was getting myself into, and I agreed, and so, we hammered all that out together. Like I said, though, he pays really well, says I'm doing the work of someone he'd haveta pay pretty much exactly that to do it all for us, and we did usedta have a cleaning lady a few times a week do all that for us, so if I did my work properly, then I deserved the same pay. I've been the one to clean the pool since I was five though, I asked to do that after our pool guy hadta leave, and so, he paid me for doing that, and I loved earning the money.”


“Wow, okay. And you really work six days a week in the orchard too, for four hours a day?”


“Oh hell yeah, have since I was six really, though he didn't let me put in quite as much time then, and usually only a few days a week. Even as young as three, Daddy had me helping him around the house, and paid me for what I did, he started teaching me all that all the way back then. Of course I don't remember that far back, but he's a great teacher, and because he talks so well to kids, and explains things in ways even little kids can understand without making them feel like little kids, he always made me feel way more grown up than I really was. It's amazing how many kids at school are amazed that I work a couple hours per day for my dad, and how much more I work during the summer. Half the kids in my school are from stupidly rich families, while quarter of them are decently well off, and the other quarter are not so much. The rich kids turn their noses up at me 'cause I do real work, the decently well off kids think I do way more than I should, and the poor kids wish they could come and work with me and make money as well.”


“Yeah, I was with the kids who wished they could come and work here, I even told your dad that I bet half the kids in foster care would love to come and work here, and he might even look into it, because he said he'd rather pay a hundred local kids than one migrant worker.”


“Yeah, he wishes that more local people would come and work for us, says it's way more important to support local, but that he has a business to run, and if migrant workers are willing to do the work, and the locals aren't, then that says a lot more than he really needsta say. I mean, sure, we have probably a dozen locals work for us every year, but we need fifty people, at least, and so, the rest come from all over, but probably three quarters of them come from Mexico, and the rest from all over the country.”


“Yeah, I think that says way more than he needsta say for sure. I'm with you though, half the kids in my school are from rich families as well, and think they don't needta work. I have no idea why their parents would let them think that. I even told your dad he should ask the foster kids people to send his name to all the kids who'd liketa make some good money, and he said he might just do that.”


“That's a great idea, and I bet he does it too. I too have no idea how those rich parents can let their kids think like that, but then, my dad's always told me, he has lotsa money, but I don't, and that if I want money, that I haveta work hard for it. I bet I have way more money in my accounts than all those rich kids do, and I worked my little diapered ass off to get pretty near every cent of it.”


“Heck, even I might, because with what little work I do, I do have quite a bit, but have hadta use some too. I was trying to save as much money as I could, so that I could go to university. So I've been looking for work, a lot, and started doing odd jobs when I was ten. Last year when I worked at the orchard was the most money I'd made, so I was already gonna go back to them again this year, but if I can work here instead, then even better.”


“That's great, and yeah, you'll make lots now.”


“No shit.”


We are of course by now already upstairs and in the dining room, where my computer was put, but we had been talking. As soon as we were done that conversation, though, Yori said now it is time to play and learn together, and grabbed my computer. He knows that it is already charged up and ready to go. Then I really looked at the computer, and am amazed at what Drew had bought. I had seen that at the electronics store I like, and had very nearly drooled over this same model, but it is very expensive, the most expensive one they had, and has more power than all the desktop models I had looked at, and as such, was way outside my price range.


“Holy shit, that's an expensive computer, why would your dad buy me such an expensive one?”


“Because it's what we need and deserve. I get a new computer every three years from him, and only haveta pay for it if I damage it, I just got my new one a little more than a month ago, and it's the same model, he probably bought all three at the same time and got a good deal on them. Now, go ahead and get it powered up, I'm gonna go grab mine and the program, so that we can get it all loaded up and get you set up for everything.”


To say I am floored would be an understatement, but so far everything else has been one hell of a shock, so this is just one more on top of everything else. Even though I did open it up and turn it on, I could not help but to wonder when everything was going to change and everything would be taken back, or worse yet, when I would wake from this dream. Trust me, especially after Peter died, this was the sort of bad dream I would have, but Drew really has helped so much with that, I just hope he is not just a dream as well.


Yori was back only a minute later, just as my computer finished initializing, and so, he booted his up, but as soon as he did, he handed me the disc, and I inserted it and started installing it. It took a long time to install, because it is a really big program, and half way through I had to log into the house network, so that it could download even more, but Yori and I just talked the entire time we were waiting. Once it was finally installed, and my computer rebooted, we started playing, Yori and I sitting side by side, both telling each other all sorts of cool things that we have found that you can do in the program, and both he and I are learning a lot from each other, which really is awesome.


“Holy crap, getting hungry.” Yori suddenly said damn near an hour after what might be considered a polite lunch time.


“Me too, now that you mention it, not that I'm used to getting three meals a day. I usually only got fed twice a day, so I was often really hungry.”


“Um, why, you were a foster kid, they were supposed to feed you properly, weren't they?” Yori asked in shock.


“Yeah, but I was rarely home, because the less they saw of me the better, and even when I was there, I was pretty much always in my room, and they never, and I mean never called me for lunch, and I was never to touch the food in the kitchen unless I was told very clearly what I was allowed to have. They weren't exactly stellar parents. Here is already at least a million times better than living there was, but probably more.”


“Yikes.”


We went and made some lunch, a couple sandwiches and a plate of fruits and vegetables to share, which was really nice. As soon as we finished eating and cleaning up, we continued playing. As we did so, of course we talked lots more.


“So, how do we work cooking meals and whatnot here then?” I asked.


“That's a non paid, shared chore, because we both haveta eat, and now you too, and so we haveta share that chore. It does change depending on the time of year though. During the summer, Daddy usually cooks on the weekends, and I mostly do so on week days, but during the school year he comes home the same time as I do, so we almost always just do it together. Once we have a cook on staff here as well though, which should be in just a week or so, we find that we just go and eat dinner out with the workers more often than not, so that's kinda nice. We try and make that as even as possible, and Daddy's been teaching me how to cook since I was real young, I don't even remember.”


“Okay, makes sense. You guys'll really haveta teach me how to cook though, I've learned some at school, but absolutely none at home.”


“Don't worry, I'll be happy to teach you lots.”


“Thanks.”


At a few minutes after four, I realized that I had started leaking. Thankfully the chair I am sitting on is hardwood and will not really care about the wetness.


“Wow, these are amazing diapers, and with the doublers, I've never lasted this long, but I've started leaking, so I need a seriously soggy, leaky baby diaper change.” I said.


“Very nice. Wow, you sure are a soggy baby boy. I think I'm getting pretty close to leaking as well, so, yeah, I could stand to have a seriously soggy baby bum change too.”


“Mmmm, yeah, you sure are soggy too, you look real good like this.”


“Thanks, so do you. Let's go change our baby diapers, and then we should probably start getting dinner going.”


“Okay.” I said happily.


“You know what, we lasted about nine hours in these double baby diapers, but it's now about eleven hours before we get up tomorrow, so, we either wear just one diaper, but not fill it fully before bed, and haveta change a diaper that's not truly needing to be changed, or we go double and risk wetting our beds, or, and here's the choice I think I'm gonna go with, we could add two doublers to our baby diapers, but if we do that, then you'll wanna use the next size up diaper, and I getta use one of yours again.”


“Fuck, that sounds amazing. You've tried my diapers already?”


“Oh yeah, twice now, once when I quadruple diapered, and once when I triple diapered. They're still just a tiny bit too big with two doublers in them, but they're damn near perfect with two doublers and one of my ultra thick night time diapers in them. I can't wait 'til this weekend so that we can show you quadruple diapered. Usually if we diaper up right after swimming, my quadruple thick baby diaper lasts me 'til damn near bedtime. Of course that depends on how much I drink. I once filled one up just before dinner, but I was having pains, so I was flushing my bladder again, something that I don't doubt you haveta do from time to time as well.”


“Nice, can't wait either, and yeah, probably once a month or so I haveta drink so much it almost hurts, so to flush it all out. I usually have lotsa green tea on those days, since I can't really afford the cranberry juice my doctor recommends, and drinking that much plain water is really boring, but he says green tea is also an excellent bladder flush agent, and I really like it too.”


“Same. I drink the cranberry juice, but I actually don't like it. It's fine if it's mixed with other juices, but they put too much sugar in those for me, I don't like a lotta sweet, but not even I like pure cranberry juice, it's way too sour and bitter for me.”


“That's funny, I actually like it, nearly turns my face inside out, it's so good, but, like I said, I really can't afford the good stuff. Hell, even getting green tea is sometimes tough, because the ones I like are pretty pricey as well, but not too bad.”


“Daddy's the same as you, he loves the stuff, and we always have really good green tea in the house. In fact, why don't we do a full bladder flush on Saturday and really test out our quadruple baby diapers together. I bet Daddy'd be more than happy to join us in that. He almost never hasta be talked into using his diapers fully.”


“Okay, that sounds awesome, but, you know, it's so nice, living somewhere that others know about what I'm going through and enjoy the same things I do.”


“I bet. Daddy's told me lots that when he was a little baby boy that he was so miserable all the time, because he didn't get loving and understanding, all he got was abuse. I'm glad that I don't have that. I mean, sure, the kids don't mind harassing me and all, but, meh, whatever, they're just stupid kids. Now, we both need super soggy baby bum changes, so, we better go do so. Meet me back in the kitchen, we can keep talking and make dinner.”


“Oh, yeah, you're right.” I giggled.


We both head to our bedrooms, knowing that we just cannot change each other yet. We really just met, and as much as we both know what and how much we want it, it still really is not a good idea. I went into my bathroom and stood in the shower stall, so to direct more pee into the drain if needed, and it was a good idea, because as soon as I released the tapes, and opened it up, some pee did try and escape. I do, however, have a much better idea as to what to do with such a gloriously soggy baby diaper, and brought it up to my face. I bury my nose into it first and inhale the wonderful scent, and then press my lips to it and and suck as much out as I can. I still remember the first time I buried my face in one of Peter's super soggy diapers, I think we were seven, and I sucked it so dry that he put it onto me, and then he did the same with my diaper and I put it on him, that was a really hot day, and we did that lots after that. I have no idea why we did so, that memory is gone now, I cannot even remember if I had ever done so before that or not, but that one is still super strong. Seeing as how I am in the shower anyway, I grab a cloth, wet it, and wipe myself down real well, including my face that is still wet from piss.


After drying myself off, with a towel from another towel warmer in my bathroom, I head back to my bedroom and gather all my supplies. I threw that all on the bed, and then I threw myself onto the bed to join them. As always, diaper sucking made me incredibly hard, and now that I have the will to jack off again, and am in fact getting hard, I know that I really do have to before I can tape myself up, and so, I latch on, stroke for just a few moments, and then paint my stomach and chest with a good sized load, which I dutifully scoop up and lick off. I could, and probably should continue, but, to me, it's just not as good without a soggy diaper, so, with relieving the main pressure, I know I can now tape myself up, and so, do so.


I finally head to the kitchen in the thickest most amazing diaper I have yet to experience, and I am shocked to find that Yori has yet to make it, so I wait. He was out only about thirty seconds or so after me.


“Wow, you took even longer than I did.” I grin brightly, because I am certain I know what that means.


“Hopefully not by long.”


“Oh yeah, forever. I've been waiting a whole thirty seconds.”


“Then you didn't enjoy your super soggy baby bum change near enough.” He grinned brightly.


“Oh, I don't know about that. I removed my diaper in the shower, so to reduce mess elsewhere, then gave myself a quick wash down with a cloth, then enjoyed another warmed towel, man that's nice, and then went and diapered up, but only had just one baby boygasm, since I truly do prefer doing so in a super soggy baby diaper.”


“Good, same as me. I doubt I lasted more than a minute 'til I came though.”


“Fuck, I lasted at best thirty seconds. Can I tell you a secret though?”


“Sure, and nothing you say to me will even be spilled by me, I'll keep any secret. Though you should tell Daddy too, he can help with so much.”


“Actually, I've already told him this secret, I don't think there's anything he doesn't know about me, I got huge amounts off my mind with him. Anyway, as soon as I took my leaky double diaper off, I pressed it to my face, inhaled the awesome scents in it, and then pressed my lips to it and sucked it damn near dry enough I could've put it back on. That doesn't bother you, does it?”


“Fuuuuuck, that made me even harder. I did the same thing though, I've been doing so for years, and I once used the same diaper for something like twenty six or seven hours, and finally hadta give it up after the tapes completely failed and I hadta use masking tape, which of course couldn't be redone.”


“Awesome. Peter and I usedta do that for each other, trading back and forth, and I think we lasted pretty damn close to the same amount at least once, only we got to trade back and forth.”


“Wow, hope we getta do the same thing soon, even though we can't truly wear each others baby diapers, we're just too different in size.”


“Fuck, me too.”


“How hard was it, not coming to my room and asking me to change you for you.”


“Harder than my baby bone.”


“Same. We just met, so we really shouldn't do that yet, should we.”


“No, but it's getting harder to fight that urge.”


“No shit.”


Yori started looking through the freezer to see what we can make for dinner, and he came out with a pack of pork steaks, and so, he threw them in the microwave to defrost.


“So, does your dad let you swear then, it doesn't seem like he minded the few that you used, and you swear no problem, and he's never said a thing about the words I use?” I asked curiously.


“No, he doesn't really give a damn about that sorta thing, as long as that's not all I say, and of course it's never to be directed at someone, him especially. He told me he'd find the most vile tasting soap that won't harm me, and I'd get at least four mouth soapings per day for an entire week if I ever told him to fuck off or something like that. Um, I have no idea what soap really tastes like, I've gotten a little shampoo or body wash in my mouth before, and that was gross, but Daddy promised me that a good old fashioned lye soap is about a hundred times worse than that.”


“Ah, good to know. I assume I'd get the same sortsa punishments if I did the same?”


“Guaranteed, however, has he told you the rules yet?”


“No, not yet.”


“Then he won't 'til he does so, but he'll probably give you a stern talking to, which will probably be damn near as bad. Daddy warned me that my teen years might be tough for me, because that's when I haveta learn to control myself even more, but because of all the other changes all happening, and with my emotions flying all over the place from puberty and all that, that I'll likely blow at least a few gaskets, and probably will tell him to go fuck himself, but he warned me, that no matter the reasoning for it, I'd still be punished. Fuck, I really hope that doesn't happen, but, I'm sure it will. He kinda knows what he's talking about, and he already tells me all the time that I'm too fucking stubborn for my own good, and that some day soon, I'm gonna cross the line into full on disobedience, which is absolutely not allowed. He makes sure that I get my say in things, and we talk everything over, so that I understand why he wants things done certain ways, or just plain done, and even though he always tells me my ideas are good, that sometimes they're not always good enough or right for what I'm doing. He's kinda right though, I can be stubborn when I think I'm right, I know that, and I try not to be, but believe me, if he holds up one finger and says one, you know you're getting seriously close to something not so good. I've made him get to three before, and those aren't nice days.”


“Why, what's he do?”


“Depends on what I've done. His favorite's the book though.”


“Oh. Still think I'd rather that than what Peter's dad'd do to us.”


“Maybe, but I bet a beating that lasts minutes would probably still be less painful than the looks Daddy gives you as you're being punished. I always feel so bad for doing that to him, but, I can't always control it.”


“Well, I hope I can. I mean, I know I'm stubborn, I'm a gay baby boy diaper lover, when everyone around me would've killed me for it had they known, but I'm not that bad. Granted, my foster mom didn't stand for anything, if she told me to do something, and I didn't, oh she yelled, a lot.”


“Daddy will never yell at you, but the softer he talks, the more mad and disappointed he is, and some days I wish he'd just yell at me. Man, do I ever cry then, you've heard him talk, he can make you cry harder with a few calm and reasoned words than any of the kids at school ever could with all the mean taunts they yell at me.”


“Oh. The kids did the same to me, but my foster mom was way worse when she yelled at me. How do you deal with the kids at school, and do you have any friends?”


“Only a few kinda friends, but that's okay. Most of the kids are okay with my needing diapers, but they still tease me. Usually it's little shit like, aw, does baby need a diaper change. Usually I just reach down, check, and say either yes or no, thanks for asking.”


“Ha, that's funny, I do the same thing.”


“How about you, do you have any friends at school?”


“Only one other now. My only real friend died, but there's another boy who's also in foster care, he never cared that I wear diapers, but then, I've long suspected that he wears as well for at least bed, so knows what it's like. I've never asked, and he's never said, but it wouldn't shock me. We're only school friends though, we'd never been to the others house, because neither one of us was ever allowed. I actually don't know why his parents never allowed me there, they're great he says, but I just never was. If your dad does hire local foster kids this summer, I hope he's one of them that comes.”


As we had been talking, Yori had been working, and I was helping where and how I could to get dinner going.


“Why the hell'd you beat those pork chops so thin?” I asked curiously.


“For pork Schnitzel, it's really good, and this makes it nearly melt in your mouth.” Yori answered happily.


“Okay, don't think I've ever had that before.”


“If you like pork chops then you'll probably like this.”


“Yeah, I do.”


“Good, only these are also breaded, which is what we gotta do next.”


So, side by side, we worked, and once the pork was all breaded and ready to go, we got started on some noodles and a garlic cream sauce to go with it.


“Wow, that was a lotta garlic.” I laughed when we finished preparing two full heads of garlic.


“I know, Daddy and I love it like this. We go through more garlic than most restaurants I'm sure.” He grinned his cute cheeky little grin.


“Well, we certainly don't needta worry about Vampires after dinner, now, do we?” I laughed again.


It is funny, Yori is just over three years younger than me, but he sure seems to be able to teach me a lot about cooking. Hopefully, when the time comes, I will be able to teach him just as much in the bedroom, since I have become very accustom to certain things.


We did have a lot of fun cooking, talking, joking, and laughing as we were cooking, and only minutes before it was to be ready, Drew walked in.


“Mmmm, smells good in here Babies.” He said in way of greeting.


“Thanks Daddy. You have time to go get your soggy baby bum changed if you needta, we're triple diapered, but only because we wouldn't have lasted 'til morning in a double, and a single wouldn't have been full enough at bedtime to change, so you should be able to double and make that work perfectly.”


“Thanks Baby, I might just haveta go and do that. What are you making anyway?”


“Pork schnitzel and pasta with garlic cream sauce.”


“Mmmm, sounds good. Be right back.”


Yori then went to a cupboard and grabbed a container and a loaf of french bread, sliced up a few pieces, and then opened the container, and exposed garlic butter.


“Good grief, even more garlic?” I had to laugh again.


“Oh yeah.” Yori said.


Yori buttered it all as he asked be to turn on the broiler, and so I did, and then as soon as it was ready, he asked me to watch over it, while he got a good sized salad made. We were just putting everything on the table when Drew made it out of his bedroom.


“Mmmm, looks even better than it smelled and sounded. Thanks Babies.”


“Hopefully it tastes as good. Poor Dakota thinks we may've used too much garlic. I would've used more, only we used the last of it, and ours isn't ready yet, so I added it to the grocery list already.”


“Okay. I saw yesterday that we were getting low.”


We started dishing up, and then started eating, and I will be totally damned, but it was the best damn meal I have ever experienced before, it was so fucking good. As we ate, we of course talked, which is something that I am definitely not used to, Peter and I used to talk as we ate, but both houses, talking while eating was grounds for not eating at all, so we did not do so.


“So, Daddy, Dakota was telling me how he suggested you hire local foster kids. I thought that was a great idea.”


“So did I, actually.”


“Cool, did you call your friend in social services already then?”


“Sure did, and he says he knows of at least thirty kids who'd probably jump at the chance to do so.”


“Cool. If we can get all fifty that we need, that'd be even better. We needta start getting people hired though, real quick, the fruit's gonna start being ready in just two to three weeks. Do you think we'll have enough time?”


“That, I hate to say, is a damn good question, for which I have no damn good answer. Stu's gonna send emails to all the kids or their families tonight with the offer, and he's just gonna give them all my email address, so that they can email me directly, or phone for the ones who don't have easy access, but I hope most of them email, that'll just make my life way easier.”


“Cool. I hope it works out, that'd be a really good resource for both us and all those kids.” Yori said.


“I agree.” Drew and I said at the same time.


“So, you boys got your work done today and behaved yourselves I trust.”


“Oh hell no Daddy, what do you take me for?” Yori said straight faced.


“You're not lying to me, are you?”


“No, besides, you'd know the truth instantly, we'd both look too happy and/or relaxed if we did what we both wanted, but we both know it's not time for that yet. We talked lots and lots today, though, really got to know each other really well. As much as we both really wanted to, we didn't even change each others super soggy baby bums.”


“You're right, I'd know instantly, and you know what lying gets you anyway.”


“Yeah, which is why I'd never do that again. Trust me.”


“Good, and I do. Did you even remember to have lunch, or did you just start playing and totally forget it?”


“No, we had lunch, but it was a late one, because we did play through it. Dakota knows lots that I didn't know, but I also knew lots that he didn't know too, so we both gotta learn lots from each other, and I think we've both got lots more to learn from each other, and then learn together.”


“That's really good. Did you design anything interesting, or was today just kinda playing around with all the features?”


“Mostly just playing, but we did design a really cool little tiny house type structure.”


“Cool. I'll haveta take a look at it later.”


“So, what would you liketa do after dinner Daddy?”


“I was just thinking about sitting back and relaxing with my babies cuddled up to me as we watch a movie.”


“I think I could be agreeable to that.” Yori smiled.


“Me too.” I said.


“Good. So, how you feeling today Dakota?”


“A little overwhelmed still, to tell you the truth. I keep thinking that this is just a great dream that I'm gonna wake up from and realize it was the worst type of nightmare.”


“Believe you me Baby, I still get that feeling from time to time. Those are our scars shining through, they'll likely forever stay with you. It does come easier though, I promise you. The first week will be the hardest in that regard for you, I can almost promise you that, though I wish it wouldn't be, and in that time, 'til you stop feeling that sense of overwhelming foreboding, you and Yori absolutely can't work toward the relationship I can tell you both truly do want. I'm willing to bet that you understand this far more than Yori ever will, because thankfully he has no such trauma in his past, so Yori, absolutely no pushing Dakota.”


“I know Daddy, I can tell.”


“Good. Dakota, you likely won't be ready for that for anywhere from one to three weeks, I'll likely be able to see it when you're finally ready, but you'll know it, feel it, and it'll finally feel right. Right now, you'd make each other feel great, but to you, it'll still just be a dream come true, but that feels like will end up being a nightmare. Until you're ready, that could be the worst possible thing you could do to yourself.”


“Yeah, I think you're right, about everything. As much as I want it, I really don't, not yet. I hope it's sooner, rather than later, but, even still, with all the work you've done on me, how much you've already managed to help me, I'm still absolutely not cured from losing Peter, adding more to my head right now, you're right, it just won't make me feel right, no matter how good it feels, or how much I want it.” I said after only a moments thought, thinking on what he had said, and once again, it truly feels as if Drew peeled open my head and took the thoughts and feelings right from me.


“Other therapists think they understand what you went through, think they can help, but they can never truly help as much as I can, because I lived through the same trauma that so many of my patients have also experienced. Then there's the fact that I'm a gay baby boy diaper lover, again, far too few therapists can truly understand how a child growing up with a horrific affliction such as that truly feels. I do, and I know what you're going through, how you feel, everything. No, I didn't lose a lover like you did, but, I was mentally, verbally, and physically abused every day of my life, I wanted to die so much, but, finally I escaped all that, got the help that I needed, and vowed I would help as many of those kids as I possibly could. I've helped hundreds, maybe even thousands now.”


“Well, I for one am thankful that I've got you on my side.”


We continued talking more, and as soon as we finished eating, which I definitely ate way too much of, but it was so good, how could I not, we all helped to clean up. As soon as that was done, we did go down and Drew sat in the centre of the couch and Yori and I each took a side, and he pulled us in tight. He turned the systems on, and then between the three of us, we scrolled through the lists, chose one that we would all like, and then started it.


After the movie was over, it was too late to watch another, but too early to go to bed, and none of us wanted to play games, so we stayed cuddled on the couch and watched a couple half hour programs on TV, which, to tell you the truth, is a bit of a rarity for me, I rarely got to watch a lot of TV growing up, so I just never got into it I guess, but they were really interesting shows, so that is good.


“Well, night night Babies, you have yourselves a good sleep.” Drew said, after giving both Yori and I hugs and kisses goodnight, and he did pat my soggy baby bum as he did so, same as he had to Yori.


“You too.” We both said, though Yori added love you as well.


Again, I was not sure I would get to sleep so early, but, as soon as I laid down in my insanely comfortable bed, that was it, that was all I remember, I was out like a light.