Daily Free-Write February 5, 2020

“I have a new quest, my brother.” Said Barley in a deep and dramatic voice. The husky blue elf in cargo shorts and a sleeveless vest grabbed the smaller elf in a headlock and lifted him off the floor.

“Barley! Knock it offfff!” whined the smaller elf, struggling and failing to free himself.

“It’s the quest… for dry pants!” continued the larger elf, with a mischievous grin.

“Oh my god, stop!” Ian, the younger brother turned crimson with embarrassment at his brother’s comments.

“And leave by poor brother sad and soggy? No way, buster.” Barley’s voice returned to that of the dramatic narrator as he moved the two of them toward the stairs. “We must pass over the steps of doom, through the hallway of complaints, and to the room of change in order to complete our quest!”

Ian struggled, but it was no use. Barley was his bigger brother, and strong as an ox. The younger elf soon gave up fighting and allowed himself to be dragged the rest of the way. He was, in fact, wearing pull-ups under his jeans as that very moment, a fact he would rather forget – and often did – until his brother came around for a diaper check.

“I deem this diaper, finished!” Barely declared, after dropping his brother on the bed and pulling down his pants.

“Heyyy! Come on! I don’t need you to change my underwear anymore!”

“I think you mean your diapers, don’t you? And clearly you do, or you would have changed them yourself. Did you even notice you were wet?” asked Barley raising an eyebrow.

“Ah… I was just about to do that,” said Ian, obviously lying. “How did you notice anyway? Hey!!” He tried to cover his elfhood as his burly brother tore the soaked undergarment away in one fell swoop.

“Do mine ears detect lies, dear brother? You know the hand of the paladin must redden that blue behind of any little brothers that tell him lies!”

“H-hey! Oww! Owwww!! Okay I give I give! I’ll let you change me.”

“Let me? Oh, like you ever had a chance of stopping me. I don’t think that’s good enough dear brother. You must admit that you need your big bro to check your pants because you’re not ready to do it yourself!”

“No way! Oww! Okay okay! I need you to check my pants because I’m not ready to do it myself!” Ian yelled, squeezing his eyes shut and holding out his hands to fend off his attacker.

Satisfied, Barley stopped the assault and smirked with his hands on his hips.

“How did you even know?” asked Ian.

“One look at your sagging pants and it was obvious. Plus I could smell you from across the house.”

“Hey!”

Their mom popped her head in, attracted by all the commotion. “Are you giving your brother a hard time again?” she asked.

“Yeah, he is,” said Barley. “The little squirt won’t sit still for his change.”

“Mooom!” cried, Ian, in a breathlessly embarrassed voice. The deep embarrassment turned him as purple as a blueberry as he lay there naked with his ruined undergarments in plain view.

“Ian, your brother’s right. You do need his help. Also those special pants do smell. Are you sure you’re drinking enough water?”

“Oh my god!” yelled Ian. “Get out of my room! Both of you!”

“Oh boy, I think we’re having a meltdown,” said their mom, walking further into the room. “I’ll hold his arms and you take care of the bottom half.

“Mom! Barley! No!!!” Ian said, squirming as Barley came at him with the wipes. .

“Stop being such a big baby,” said Mom, as Barley made sure that he was squeaky clean. “Barley, don’t forget to pull back his foreskin and clean in there too! Our stinky boy never remembers to wash down there.”

“Can do mom. Phew! You’re right! Maybe we need to start supervising your baths, too, huh little bro?”

At this point, Ian had nothing more to say. All this attention was getting him hard, which only served to embarrass him further, as he didn’t want his family seeing him like that. Unfortunately, since he couldn’t control his pee, it was a regular occurrence, only made more dramatic as his daily life clashed with his self-image as a burgeoning adult.

“There we go,” said Barley, when he’d successfully tugged a fresh pull-up, onto his little brother’s behind. “Was that so bad?” He then switched back to his dramatic narrator voice. “Your quest is complete, young adventurer.” He looked to their Mom and gave her a wink before they both released the defeated boy.

“Now begins the next challenge… getting you to school… on time!” said Barley, pulling Ian’s pants back up over his legs.

“If you miss another day of class because of this nonsense, Ian, I swear we’re putting you back in diapers,” warned his mom. That was her constant threat when he acted up, and she was probably right, given how often he leaked. Yet Ian would never give up trying to ignore the inevitable. He had simply never mastered basic potty training.

“Okay, kiddo, hup to,” said Barley, pulling him of the bed and giving him a pat on the butt. “We shall take my mighty steed, Guinevere!”

“Ugh, fine!” said Ian, rolling his eyes. “Just don’t let anyone at my school see me.”

“Afraid I’ll steal your thunder?” asked Barely, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, sure. That,” said Ian, checking his back as they walked outside. Someone had gone through the trouble of packing a change of pull-ups in his backpack.

“Ugh. Seriously?”

“We could just give them to the school nurse and require you to visit her between periods for a check, but I thought you’d want to have a little more independence now that you’re a bit older.”

Ian couldn’t argue with that so he just scowled and jumped into the passenger’s seat. “This is dumb.” He said, crossing his arms.

Barley came in from the other side, sat down and put his key in the ignition. He paused and looked at his brother. “You know if you would stop fighting me, your life would get a lot easier.”

“Whatever,” said Ian.

Barley shook his head. “Well, I’ll always be lookin out for my little adventurer no matter how cranky he is. You can count on it. Now awayyyyy we go!”

He turned the ignition and the van didn’t start.

“Oh well, looks like I’ll have to walk after all,” said Ian, beginning to get out. He was stopped as barley grabbed his hood and pulled him back in.

“Hold it. Give her a second.” He turned the key again and this time it started. He put on his favorite epic metal mix tape and floored it.

Poor Ian felt he was about to need another change as he held on for dear life. In no time at all they were at school, and his brother ruffled his hair before he could duck out of the car.

“Have a good day at school, kiddo! I’ll pick you up at 3!”

Ian jumped out and walked away, glad to be rid of his overbearing brother. He decided to toss the pull-ups in the bathroom trash the moment he had a chance. He was an independent adult now, and it was time his family started treating him like it.