My Little Stepbrother

For three years, I’ve been living on my own. No rules. No commitments. No responsibilities.
I had it good.
Then, my stepbrother arrived and I was asked (well, more like forced) to share my apartment with him.
That sucked!

But he turned out to be a really nice kid. We got along pretty well, so much so that I actually started to enjoy his company.

I was beginning to trust him.

That is, until I caught him wearing a diaper.

Little did I know that it was but a small hint of a mystery that was about to unfold...
One which would lead me down a rabbit hole of unusual delights and odd pleasures...
Where gratification can be garnered from the soft feel of a binky’s nipple...
Where an overwhelming sense of reassurance can be derived from the mundane texture of a onesie’s fabric...
Where the sweet-bitter taste of baby’s milk can satisfy one’s hunger... as well as his longing for safety...
A rabbit hole that would lead me to a world where I had to abandon everything that was familiar and everything that was expected...
A world where one’s sustenance depended on my dedication...
A world where I had to take on duties most peculiar...
A world where I had to assume an uncanny but much needed role...

As a protector...

As a provider...

As a daddy... View Less