A little but longer - How his stepsister changed Finns life -- (Author) kiri
A little but longer - How his stepsister changed Finns life -- (Author) kiri
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 15, 2021 at 8:20 PM
Content: Hi everyone,
I translated another old story of mine. Finn's struggle with his stepsister is probably the very first story I ever wrote. At least the Word file was more than 10 years old... This time, however, I've adapted and revised the story so much that it probably doesn't have much to do with the original version anymore. While reading it myself, I noticed how many motifs and scenes resemble those from my other stories. I guess I have a pretty settled imagination in a lot of things.
I haven't finished translating and adapting the last two chapters yet. But, like Mia's story, this one is finished, too. So I hope you forgive me if I don't respond to plot requests.
Nevertheless, of course I hope that you enjoy reading it and give me some suggestions on what I can improve - especially in terms of language.
kiri
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 15, 2021 at 8:20 PM
Content: Chapter 1 - War and peace in the patchwork family
"His diaper leaked again!" announced Sarah as she entered the kitchen. The girl did a good job of hiding the albatious glee in her voice, but her facial expressions left no doubt that she had not the slightest sympathy for her 13-year-old stepbrother. "Those aren't diapers!" wailed Finn. A tear rolled down the boy's bright red cheek as he looked at the black granite tiles in shame. "Maybe that's the problem, buddy." Peter, Finn's stepfather, said softly, taking the boy in his arms. Finn looked questioningly into the loving eyes of the man his mother had married six months ago. Peter took a deep breath and continued speaking, "Maybe it's time we tried something else." "I've been saying forever that he should just wear Pampers..." feigned Sarah, immediately receiving the sternest of looks from her father. "You shouldn't tease Finn, Sarah. Big sisters don't do that." he murmured. "Big she really is, but she's never acted like a sister!" thought Finn, glancing venomously at his bully.
They sat down at the kitchen table. While Sarah poked silently and unmotivated in her cereal, Peter prepared the lunch boxes for the kids. As he did every morning on a school day, Finn made a sandwich and cut a few pieces of apple for his little sister, Melissa, before starting to eat himself. A good 5 minutes after Sarah and Finn, Vera, Finn's mother, came into the kitchen with the 4-year-old in her arms. "Good morning, family!" she called cheerfully before setting the cuddly child down next to her son. "Good morning!" the girl squealed even more cheerfully. "Hi Pumpkin!" chortled Peter, setting down a sippy cup full of warm cocoa next to the plate Finn had prepared for Melissa. "Morning." Mumbled Finn, staring at the table, absorbed in thought. "Cheer up, buddy!" said Peter, ruffling his hair. Vera looked questioningly at her husband. "Leaked again..." he formed with his lips without saying the words aloud. Vera understood immediately. She knew how much it hurt her son whenever that happened. And lately it was becoming more frequent. "Well, did our boys make you breakfast again, Princess?" Vera asked Melissa fondly to change the subject. "Uh-huh!" the girl gurgled and had already devoured half of her sandwich. She leaned her head lovingly against Finn's shoulder and drank greedily from her cup. "Thanks, Finny and daddy!" she sputtered. "You're welcome, froggy!" giggled Finn. Around her, the boy was never sad for long. Like so many things about her little stepbrother, Sarah annoyed that he got along so well with her sister.
"I'm just saying... if he'd wear Pampers at night too, we would have much less drama in the morning. And there would also be very much less laundry..." Peter gave her another stern look. Sarah paused for a moment and took a sip of orange juice. She knew her parents felt the same way, because she had heard the exact same words while listening at their bedroom door one night before she was about to sneak out of the house. Once she saw her parents exchanging glances, Sarah grinned nastily at Finn and went on talking in the most casual voice possible "I mean, has Lissy's night diaper ever leaked? And Julia told me that Oli Mueller, whom she babysits, also still gets some put on at night." "Lissa is 4 and Oli is 6." Finn scoffed indignantly. "But you're not much taller than them." she sneered. More tears welled up in his eyes. "Enough with the teasing, Sarah! Final warning! One more word and you'll lose your smartphone for a week." Peter intervened. That was something the girl didn't dare to risk. The endless texting with her friends and the thousands of videos she watched on that little box gave the 15-year-old still more joy than teasing her stepbrother.
For the rest of breakfast, neither Finn nor Sarah spoke a word. And already 20 minutes later all three children left the house together. "Move it, babies! Don't dawdle around! I got a date!" the 15-year-old grumbled, annoyed. Sarah hated being seen with her little siblings. But much more than Melissa, she resented Finn. He was always the sweet kid; the bright kid; the poor weak little kid who got so much more attention than she did. Even from her own father. She hated that Finn had just skipped an entire school year and had been going to her school for a few weeks now. Only one year below her. If he skipped another grade and she had to put up with him even during class, she would drop out of school. "Hey. I'm not a baby. My legs are just too short!" whined Melissa. "Almost as short as Finny's" mocked Sarah, grinning nastily at him. Finn glared back venomously.
"Go ahead, then! I'll take Lissa to kindergarten. As usual!" he replied. "If you're offering it like that..." she shouted, already running ahead. He knew perfectly well that Sarah just wanted to smoke and gossip with two girls from her class before school again. But it didn't bother him. Quite the opposite. The prospect of a few quiet minutes with Melissa, who was always nice to him, was all too tempting. After all, he would have to endure the teasing of all the other kids right afterwards, even if Sarah avoided him like the devil avoids holy water. Dwarf, squirt or nerd were still the more flattering names they had for him. Not least because Sarah never shied away from bringing up his bedwetting or a daytime accident whenever they did run into each other. Melissa pressed his hand and happily smiled at him. "I like to move it, move it." sang Finn in his robot voice and both giggled.
The school day actually went like most of the others Finn had experienced so far. He wasn't the youngest kid in school, but he was by far the smallest. It wasn't uncommon for teachers who didn't know him yet to ask him if he was lost. While he was eager to find a quiet spot during recess to avoid teasing, Finn, unlike most children, had the most fun during class. With the new school and especially due to the one year he had skipped, he was finally challenged again. And yet it had only taken him a few weeks to not only catch up in most classes, but to get ahead of most of his classmates. Finn didn't have to work hard for it. He simply understood almost everything the first time a teacher explained it, yet he tried hard not to show that off. While he answered correctly whenever he was asked, he almost never raised his hand to volunteer an answer. And since Finn's poor standing among his classmates had obviously not gone unnoticed by the teachers, most of them were okay with this compromise in his participation in class.
As he did every day at 1:05pm, Finn happily trotted the 250 meters to the kindergarten to pick up his little sister, who was already waiting for him under the canopy. For the 10 minutes they walked home, Melissa babbled about all the adventures of her ever-eventful day. As was often the case, those were the first sentences another child had directed at him since school started. Finn had no real friends. At least none his age. However, since he didn't care for most things that boys his age are interested in, that didn't bother him a lot. But to Melissa, he was a hero. And 6-year-old Oliver Mueller and the 10-year-old Brown twins, Patrick and Mathew, who were usually just called Pat and Mat, also looked up to him. Of course, only Oli did so literally, since Pat and Mat were also taller than Finn by now. Just before they reached the front door, Sarah, who had been gossiping with her friends after school as usual, caught up with her siblings again. Vera was already waiting with lunch for the children. After they finished eating, Finn did his homework and then played with Lissa outside in the garden. Neither Oli nor the Brown twins joined them that day, so the two of them played together until it was time for dinner.
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 15, 2021 at 8:21 PM
Content: Chapter 2 - Bedtime stories
At 8:30 p.m. it was quiet in the house again. Melissa had been in bed for half an hour and Sarah had spent the whole day in her room anyway. No one knew exactly what she was doing there, but Finn didn't want to know either. Every minute she didn't tease him was a good minute. Finn was lying under his reading lamp in his beanbag, browsing through one of his favorite books, when there was a knock at the door and Peter and Vera came into his bedroom. He looked up in surprise. Usually, only one of them would check on him shortly after 9:30 p.m., when it was his bedtime, to make sure he was tucked in. Both of them knelt down to him. He put "The Colour of Magic" aside and asked, "What is it?" Vera stroked the boy's arm while Peter took a deep breath. And at that moment it dawned on Finn what his stepfather had already tried to say at the breakfast table.
"You know, buddy, I really think we should give Pampers a shot." Peter said gently. The boy's eyes widened as Vera continued, "They'll hold up a lot better than your Goodnites, honey." "No, no! Please no!" screamed Finn. He looked back and forth between his parents with pleading puppy eyes. "You wouldn't wake up in a cold, wet bed anymore..." his mother went on to explain. And from the way she looked back and forth between him and his stepfather, Finn immediately knew that they weren't arguing with him, but had already made up their minds. He yanked free of her and threw himself on his bed. "I don't want to! I don't want to!" howled Finn. Peter sat down at the edge of the bed and stroked through the hair of the boy he had loved like his own son from the first day.
"Why do I still wet the bed? I'm a freak!" sobbed Finn. Through his tears, his voice was more like the croak of a very old parrot. "Oh buddy, don't say that! Your body just isn't quite there yet. A lot of kids are like that. And who knows, when you finally get a good night's sleep, maybe it'll stop." Peter whispered. Finn grabbed the man's hand and pulled it to his chest. "But Sarah will make fun of me!" the boy sniffled. "Don't you worry about Sarah. We'll talk to her." continued Peter in a croon. Finn pulled his hand closer to his chest, meanwhile wrapping himself around Peter's lower arm. "Okay?" the man asked. Finn did not answer immediately. However, he knew that he didn't really have a choice. Once his parents made a decision, it was virtually impossible to dissuade them. Especially when he had no better solution than they did. He sniffled and tightened his hold on Peter's hand. "Okay!" he croaked after a few more seconds. All at once the boy felt his body rise into the air. Completely effortlessly, his stepfather had lifted him out of bed with only the one arm Finn had been clinging to. "Hey!" he squealed as the man sat him down on his lap. And yet the little guy immediately cuddled up to him.
"Okay sweetie, if you help, we'll be done in no time." whispered Vera as Peter put the boy back down. Finn closed his eyes and nodded. He didn't flinch when his mother removed his jeans and underpants in one fluid motion. It was a strange sensation as he felt the rubbery mattress protector under the bed sheet on his bare bottom. Vera unfolded one of Melissa's diapers that she had brought from the cabinet in the bathroom. The papery material rustled. "Bottoms up!" she cooed and Finn obeyed. She placed the back of the diaper under him and tenderly patted his bare belly to make him lower himself again. Finn noticed the sweet, familiar scent of the baby powder that Vera generously sprinkled on his groin. In the very next moment, she pulled the front of the Pampers to just below his belly button and closed the tapes. "There you go! Great, how well you helped. Good boy!" Vera praised him with delight. Finn sniffled, but said nothing. She tickled tenderly over his belly until he couldn't help himself and doubled over with giggles, opening his eyes again. "It looks like Lissa's Pampers just fit. What do you think honey? Is it too tight?" she asked gently. Finn shrugged his shoulders. "No, not too tight. I guess." he mumbled.
Once again Peter lifted his stepson up and placed him on his feet. Finn felt the absorbent pad in his crotch sag down a smidge and his t-shirt slide over the diaper. The Pampers were so much thicker in his crotch than his Goodnites, so he could clearly notice them even when he just stood there. Finn looked at his reflection in the mirror on his closet. A happy lion waved at him from his new nighttime underwear. "I look like a baby." he sniffled softly again. "Nonsense, sweetie! You're our big boy!" purred Vera, tugging the leak guards at the leg cuffs. She patted his bottom twice from underneath and said, "Maybe we'll buy these for you one size larger after all." Peter nodded. Finn blushed bright red as he felt the soft material hug his bottom with each pat. It wasn't a bad feeling at all, yet he was embarrassed to feel it that way.
"But what am I going to do when I wake up tonight and have to pee?" he croaked. "Well, then you'll stay in the nice warm bed and pee." Vera chortled and kissed him on the cheek. "Can't I just take them off?" asked Finn, not having expected that answer. Peter shook his head. "No, buddy. Please don't touch your diaper. If you don't close it properly again, it's just going to leak. For now, if you're wearing a Pampers, you're wearing a Pampers and you don't worry about the potty." he explained. "But..." squealed Finn. Yet at that moment, Vera pulled his T-shirt over his head to put his pajamas on him. "No buts, Monkey! Daddy's right. If you're wearing Pampers, you don't have to worry about the potty. Just try to sleep and get a good night's rest." "Hey...you guys talk to me like you talk to Lissa!" the boy grumbled. "Because we love you just as much as we love Lissa!" explained Peter, kissing him on the cheek. Pouting, Finn pushed his lower lip forward.
"Why is Finny crying?" asked Melissa, all at once standing in the doorway to her brother's room. She looked at his bed with watery eyes. In one hand she held her pacifier, which she had not yet given up for the night. With the other, she pressed her cuddly lamb against her chest. Unlike Sarah, Melissa felt nothing but love and admiration for her big brother. And she fought tears herself whenever she saw him unhappy. "Because he's finally wearing baby diapers again, just like you." feigned Sarah, who was standing behind her. As she spoke, the 15-year-old realized from the looks on her parents' faces that she had just crossed the line. "Go away!" screeched Finn through his tears. The boy flung his little body onto his belly and yanked his covers over his head, disappearing completely underneath. "To your room! Now!" said Peter in a voice that left no doubt she was in big trouble. Without another word, Sarah closed her own bedroom door behind her. But Melissa stayed, wiping a tear from her cheek with her sleeve.
"Finny is sad because his Pull-Ups can't keep his bed dry anymore, Pumpkin." Peter whispered gently. He lovingly stroked the blanket under which Finn was hiding like a quivering heap of misery. "Oh no!" squealed the girl who was barely six inches shorter than Finn. She ran to his bed and stroked as tenderly as her father over the blanket where Finn's feet were buried. "Why aren't you asleep yet, sweetie?" whispered Vera, opening her arms so Melissa could hug her. Melissa shook her head and pulled on Vera's hand so she would pet Finn instead. "It was so loud." whispered Melissa. Vera giggled and carefully pulled the blanket off her son's body. "Hey! Not fair!" he whined. Still sobbing, the boy, who had curled up like a hedgehog, looked up at the three of them. Melissa beamed at him and immediately crawled into his bed to cuddle him. Whenever she did that, Finn couldn't help but giggle. He didn't resist and put his ear to her head as she wrapped her arms around him.
"You know, wearing a Pampers to bed isn't bad at all. If mom or dad help you at night, that means they have to read you a story too." giggled the little girl as she felt his breath on her head and listened to his heartbeat slow down. "When Lissa's right, she's right, buddy." chortled Peter with a grin, knowing perfectly well that his daughter was desperate to know what happened next with the little bear and the little tiger from her bedtime story. "Yay! I'll be right back!" she squealed and skipped out of the room. Seconds later she returned. Her blanket, which she had slipped over her head like a way too big coat, slid across the hardwood floor. In her right hand, 'The Trip to Panama' protruded from under the covers. She handed the book to Peter and crawled back into her brother's bed. Finn choked on a laugh and coughed twice as she immediately snuggled back against him. Melissa was not an uncommon guest in his bed. Only usually she came in the middle of the night, when she had woken up from a nightmare. And usually she snuggled up to him to make herself feel better. But today she did it only for him. Little by little, his tears dried, making the red-hot skin of his cheeks slightly taut under the salty residue.
"So... the tiger and the bear and the tiger duck found this box from Panamanama..." babbled Melissa, drawing his right hand to her cheek. "Panama." giggled Finn. "Uh-huh!" the girl cackled and squealed, "Read! Read! Read! Daddy!" Peter grinned, already pulling Finn's beanbag next to his stepson's bed. Only now Melissa opened her left hand and dropped two pacifiers on to Finn's chest. Without hesitation, she put one in her mouth and the other one in Finn's. "Oh?!" the boy mumbled, taken by surprise. "That one's part of story time too." Melissa explained in a clear as a bell voice. Finn turned bright red and went to reach for the soother, but Vera gently held onto the arm of his that Melissa wasn't hugging. "Lissa's right. Keep the binky in there for a minute. It'll help you calm down, Monkey." she explained, tenderly covering the bodies of the two children with his blanket.
Finn was completely overwhelmed by the situation. For the first time in years, he wore a real baby diaper for the night. For the first time in years, he had been diapered by his mom. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he was put to bed and read a story. But all too well he remembered the last time he had a pacifier in his mouth. It was only yesterday. Melissa had often offered him one of her binkies when they were playing together. Once he had let himself be talked into it the first time, he was only too happy to take her up on these offers. From then on, it was the one big shared secret between him and his little sister. Finn loved the peace he felt while sucking it, yet he felt ashamed of it. He didn't want to think about how Sarah would tease him if she knew. However, until now, the boy had assumed that his parents didn't know either. Never would he have expected that they would even encourage him about it. Vera kissed both children on the cheeks, sat at the headboard and lovingly stroked Finn's hair as Peter began to read. With each stroke, Finn felt his little body relax. He felt himself unconsciously sucking on the pacifier and letting the plate bob and dance on his lips. His eyelids became heavy and heavier and his breathing became calmer and deeper.
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 15, 2021 at 8:21 PM
Content: Chapter 3 – From DuckTales to drama
"Good morning, snuggle bunnies!" whispered Vera as she came back into Finn's room the next morning. "Hey, mommy!" squealed Melissa before Finn had even opened his eyes. As if a switch had been flipped on her, the girl was suddenly wide awake and crawling out of Finn's bed. She was so fired up that she didn't notice how she pulled the covers off him while doing so. "Morning mom!" mumbled Finn. Surprised, he grabbed at his face and realized that he had kept the pacifier in his mouth all night. Little by little, the memory of last night came back. He turned crimson and put the binky on his nightstand. Vera giggled and tousled his hair. "How did you sleep?" she asked. "Super fabulous cozy!" squealed Melissa again, cuddling up to the woman. Vera looked questioningly at her son. "Fine, I guess." Finn stammered, still embarrassed. However, as he thought about it, he had to admit that he had slept very well. The boy felt unusually rested when he looked at his Mickey Mouse alarm clock. It was 7 a.m. For a brief moment he panicked, thinking that he had overslept, but then remembered it was a federal holiday and the beginning of a 4-day weekend that day.
"Great! And I see your bed stayed completely dry. How about your Pampers, guys?" asked Vera, enjoying the hug of her youngest. "Wet and squishy!" giggled Melissa, patting herself on the bottom. "Mom!" whined Finn, who didn't like the way she was talking about his nighttime underwear at all. "What is it, honey?" asked Vera, checking his crotch without waiting for his answer. "Don't call them that!" sniffled Finn as he felt how she pressed the warm squishy gel against him. "Oh Monkey...that's what they're called. And I see you needed yours as much as your sister did." she announced cheerfully. "Can I have a new one to watch cartoons?" asked Melissa. "Sure, princess!" replied Vera. That request was not unusual for the girl. On days off, she often asked for it, to start the day comfortably in front of the TV. Finn, as well, often wouldn't take off his Goodnites on weekends until after the family breakfast. Sometimes he would even put on a fresh one in case he had peed too much during the night. And although he thought he'd never been caught doing it, his mother knew all too well.
Vera grabbed a diaper, which she had apparently placed on Finn's desk moments before, and took only seconds to change Melissa on the floor. "Come watch cartoons, Finny!" the girl squealed. Finn grinned and was about to sit up, but Vera held him back and said, "Just a minute, Lissa. I have to change Finny's diaper quickly, too." The boy watched in shock as his mother took a second diaper from his desk and was already pulling off his pajama pants. "But Mom..." he squeaked. "You can keep on your diaper until breakfast too, Monkey. Daddy and Sarah are still asleep and I want to go for a run in a minute." Vera said gently. She smiled happily, because secretly she really liked getting to take care of Finn again. "Daddy bought some Pampers in your size last night." she purred as she closed the fresh diaper on his belly.
Finn stared at her in disbelief, but Vera just smiled and kissed his cheek. She lifted him out of bed and checked the snugness of his new undergarment. "Well, these fit perfectly. Excellent!" she marveled after tugging the outlet cuffs into place. She patted his padded, rustling bottom twice from underneath and finally put his pajama pants back on him. "Hey!" squealed Finn, who again didn't know what hit him. His emotions and thoughts were spiraling wildly. No one should be wetting the bed at 13. No one should still be diapered by their mother at 13. And certainly no one should be diapered at 13 to watch cartoons with his little sister. But why did he enjoy how it made him feel? So small and so safe at the same time. He didn't have time to sort out his thoughts, since Melissa was already pulling on his arm again, whining impatiently. Vera gurgled and gave him another gentle pat on his rustling bottom as Melissa pulled him past her.
It was close to 9 a.m. when Vera returned from her run. With a bottle of water from the fridge in her hand, she stood in the living room doorway and looked at the TV. Finn and Melissa were still sitting in front of it, peacefully watching a happy duck dive through a mountain of gold coins. The soft fabric of their pajamas did nothing to hide their padded underwear. Someone who didn't know Finn would have no doubt thought he was looking at two toddlers at this sight. "So cute!" thought Vera, unable to prevent a giggle escaping her. She cleared her throat to cover it up. Both kids turned around. Noticing her, Finn untangled Melissa's arm, which the girl had wrapped around him, from himself and hopped over to his mother. "It's good you're back, mommy. Can I take off the diaper?" the boy asked. "No sweetie. Only Daddy and I are allowed to." answered Vera and drank another big gulp of water. Sweat glossed on her forehead. "But I have to pee!" continued Finn, hopping from one leg to the other.
"So? If you're wearing a Pampers, you're wearing a Pampers and you don't worry about the potty." she repeated Peter's words from the night before in a sing-song. Vera looked at him cheerfully encouragingly until the boy finally got the message. Finn's heart thumped loudly as he squatted. He was almost surprised at how little trouble he had relaxing his bladder. However, he had been needing to pee for some time now. All at once, the hot liquid gushed out of him in a hiss and spread to his crotch. Yet it took barely a second for everything to dry up and for him to only feel the warmth remaining. The swollen gel hung heavily in the seat of his diaper. While he had deliberately peed in his Goodnites before, doing it in front of his mother was a weird feeling. Not bad. Just weird. He grinned sheepishly as he stood back up. Vera smiled, pulled down his pajama bottoms and checked the extent of this allowed accident. "Good boy! See? Your pants stayed completely dry. Now watch some more TV with Lissa. I'm going to take a quick shower. And then I'll kick our marmots out of bed. It's time for breakfast." Vera warbled happily. She kissed Finn on the forehead and disappeared for upstairs. Completely flabbergasted, Finn sat down next to Melissa again. She cuddled up to him as if nothing had happened.
"What's on the baby program?" asked Sarah when she came into the living room at 9 a.m. seeing her siblings still sitting in front of the TV. Finn gave her an annoyed look, but didn't answer. "DuckTales! Whoo-hoo!" squealed Melissa, not picking up on Sarah's intentions. Only now did the 15-year-old notice the edge of the diaper sticking out of Finn's pajama pants. "My goodness, is someone wearing a Pampers?" she continued to tease, "Suits you, potty pants!" Finn jumped up and stood in front of her. His 128cm didn't look the least bit threatening to Sarah, being more than 30cm taller. She laughed and bent over to pull his pants down to his knees. "Hey!" shouted Finn indignantly, but far too surprised to repel this attack. "Oh no. Somebody's got a wet booty!" she drooled, patting Finn's exposed diaper from below. At that moment, Finn lost it and slapped her face. With a loud clap his flat hand hit her cheek. Sarah was shocked and at the same time felt incredibly victorious. Never before had she managed to upset him so much. And then his slap didn't even really hurt. "Well wait, you little..." she shouted, while Finn, enraged, lashed out for the next hit. "Enough!" shouted Peter, who entered the living room at that moment and caught the situation with a glance. Stunned, they both paused. Without hesitation, Peter lifted Finn three meters to the side and looked him sternly in the eyes.
"Finn Michael O'Sullivan, we never raise a hand to each other in this house!" said Peter loudly. "But..." tried Finn to justify himself, yet his father would not allow it. "Never! And you never ever hit a girl!" he continued almost yelling. Sarah grinned nastily at Finn and nodded in agreement. Peter glared at his daughter, turned to Finn again and continued, "No matter how nasty and disgusting she acts. Do you understand?" Because it happened so rarely that Peter raised his voice, Finn was intimidated right away. Although he knew that his stepfather would never hurt him, Finn was afraid. Peter had a good sense of what things gave his children the most pleasure at any given moment and didn't hesitate to take those things away from them for a long time. And when he meant business, he meant business. "I'm listening, mister!" murmured Peter, yet he spoke more softly when he noticed the boy trembling. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sarah!" stammered the boy. Again the girl grinned. But not for long. Peter turned to her and scolded, "And you?! We've talked about this! More than once, Sarah. You're on very thin ice here! You're the big sister. Act like it!" "Yes, daddy. Sorry." stammered the girl. But Peter was not satisfied. He stared at her defiantly. She sighed, looked at her stepbrother and groaned, "I'm sorry I made fun of you, Finn."
Finn sniffled and nodded. He wiped his wet eyes with his sleeve and wanted to pull his pajama pants back up, but Peter held his hands tight. "Wait a minute, sweetie." his stepfather now whispered lovingly. His voice and posture had changed so much as if he had been replaced by aliens in the last few seconds. Peter knelt down to the boy. He looked at the wet diaper and pressed the warm gel against Finn's bottom, checking. Once again, the boy turned bright red. After a few seconds, his father finally pulled his pajama pants back up and gave him a gentle pat. "They'll do fine until after breakfast." he whispered in Finn's ear and hugged the child. And even though his father had scolded him so sternly not two minutes before, Finn reflexively wrapped his arms around Peter's neck. Again he felt all small and safe. And again he was ashamed of it.
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 15, 2021 at 8:22 PM
Content: Chapter 4 - Playground mishap
None of the children spoke a word during breakfast. And although he could have, Finn was careful not to pee in his diaper again. When the table was cleared, Finn dressed for the day and continued to play with Melissa. He laughed every time she ranted at the dice during "Chutes and Ladders" or "Trouble Game" and still let her win every time. Only in Memory he knew no mercy. But Lissa was able to cope well with this one defeat. After lunch, the Brown twins rang the bell and the four of them decided to go to the adventure playground two streets away. While Pat and Mat were not thrilled about Melissa accompanying Finn so often, they had gotten used to it.
Because it was the last summery days of the year and it was now too cool to go to the lake, the adventure playground was teeming with children and teens of all ages. While the smallest ones were digging and building in the sand, the oldest ones were chatting on the benches at the outskirts. And all the other kids enjoyed themselves on the climbing frames, the swings, the giant pirate ship, the obstacle course or on the ramps for skating and cycling. "Hi!" Oliver called out squeakily when he saw them coming. His mother was sitting a couple of meters behind him on one of the countless benches, browsing in a book. She smiled when she recognized Finn and Melissa. Natalie Müller, Oliver's mother, was a good friend of Vera. Finn had known her all his life and raised his hand in greeting. She waved back, nodded and looked at her book again.
Oli was covered all over with sand and had a huge grin on his face. Immediately Melissa ran to help him dig his passage to China. Finn and the twins laughed. Moments later, they shrugged their shoulders and stormed the pirate ship with almost equal enthusiasm. And even though the twins were 3 years younger than him, Finn had a blast with them. They had never made fun of him. The three of them romped around hilariously. After more than an hour, Finn noticed how his bladder pinched. But as is all too often the case when he was having fun, he forgot about the feeling the very next moment. "Race you through the jungle gym!" squealed Patrick and all three jumped to the struts above them without thinking twice. The course was basically just 5 wider ladders mounted horizontally at various heights above the rubberized playground floor. There were 20m of parkour to conquer by shimmying from bar to bar. Finn was neither tall nor strong. But he was exceptionally dexterous and agile. And so he overtook his two competitors already on the first section. After barely two minutes, Finn landed grinning 5 meters in front of a bench on which 3 girls were sitting and chatting.
He wondered why they were grinning at him. Somehow the girls looked familiar. "Isn't that the new kid from our school? The brainiac who skipped a grade?" one of the girls asked. "Yeah, that's him. That's Sarah's stepbrother. But apparently he hasn't mastered the basics for that yet." laughed the second. "Maybe he just skipped potty training too." sneered the third. It was only at that moment that Finn realized the girls were talking about him. Just then he noticed that the pressure on his bladder had disappeared. In utter disbelieve he looked down at himself. Sure enough, there was a huge wet spot on his crotch. All at once he felt the dampness against his skin. Tears welled up in his eyes before he turned around and just started running. Pat and Mat, still hanging on the bars halfway through the jungle gym, stared after him speechless. "Didn't Sarah say he still wears diapers at night?" one of the girls cackled. "Apparently that's not cutting it." laughed another.
"Wait for me, Finny!" squealed Melissa, seeing him run. It took him an awful lot of resilience for him to stop, but he couldn't leave his sister behind. The gravel dusted under his feet as he came to halt. "Oh." exclaimed Melissa when she realized what had happened. As fast as she could, she ran to him and stroked his back. She took his hand and started walking as fast as she could right away. It wasn't until the playground was out of sight that Melissa asked the obvious: "Did you have an accident?" "Yes." Finn croaked, struggling very hard not to fully burst into tears when they entered their street. "Oh no, honey! Again?" asked Vera, who was hanging the laundry out to dry in the garden and saw the children from a distance. Only after having said it aloud did she herself realize how blameful it sounded. Now the floodgates did open on Finn. He let go of Melissa's hand and ran as fast as he could without a word past his mother into the house. He stormed into his room and slammed his door shut with thunder. Without even thinking about taking off his wet clothes, he huddled on the floor and cried his heart out. Through his tilted window, Finn heard his father in the backyard asking, "What's wrong?" "Finny peed his pants." explained Melissa. When Finn heard Sarah laugh, he jumped up and slammed the window shut too. Sobbing, he buried his face in his arms.
It wasn't until a full 10 minutes later that there was a gentle knock on his door. Finn didn't even look up when his mother entered his room and sat down next to him on the floor. She gently tickled his neck and kissed his head. "Oh, Monkey. Accidents can happen to anyone, right? It's not that bad." she whispered. It wasn't the first time she had said that phrase to him. Maybe that's why Finn just shook his head in silence. She took him in her arms. "You know, honey, you really should take off those wet clothes." she whispered again. He shrugged his shoulders. "Come on, I'll give you a hand." Vera said gently and immediately got to work. Only Finn's socks had stayed dry, but she took them off as well. Finn offered no resistance. "We'll shower you off quickly." she whispered, carrying her buck-naked son all the way to the bathroom.
"Some girls from my new school saw it." cried Finn as he felt the warm stream of water on his chest. Vera nodded silently. She didn't have an answer for that. Of course, she knew how hard Finn had it at school anyway. And most certainly the teasing wouldn't get any less in the weeks to come, but another school wasn't an option. "It will get better, honey! It will get better eventually. I promise!" she said gently. Although it broke her heart to see him so down, at the same time Vera enjoyed taking care of him. Finn sniffled. Without another word, he let his mother shower him off and also barely showed any emotion as she rubbed him dry with a large soft towel. 5 minutes later he was back under his reading lamp in his beanbag chair. Vera had dressed him in his favorite hoodie and soft sweatpants before taking his wet clothes to the laundry room.
After a short time, he was so absorbed in his book again that he didn't notice Melissa until she tickled his bare feet. She had sneaked up quietly and was now sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him. "Hey." croaked Finn, yet he had to laugh. Melissa hugged his leg and looked deep into his eyes. "Are you okay?" she whispered, almost anxiously. Finn sighed and put his book aside. He opened his arms and instantly the girl jumped on top of him and snuggled against his chest. "No, froggy. But you make it better." explained Finn in a sad voice. "Good!" she squealed, giving him a peck on the cheek. He chuckled again. "Will you read to me?" she asked. "Okay!" said Finn. "Outside?" she continued. Finn shook his head, yet she had already jumped up and was pulling on his hand. "Come on. Sarah's grounded!" squeaked Melissa, who knew exactly why he was hesitating. "Fine!" sighed Finn, finally giving in. He let her pull him all the way into the garden, where their picnic blanket was spread out on the grass. Finn sat down cross-legged and began to read aloud. Melissa lay flat on her back and watched the clouds as she listened. Seeing how well the two of them were getting along, Peter and Vera smiled. And when his mother put a small tray of milk and cookies down next to the kids 5 minutes later, Finn smiled again, too.
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 18, 2021 at 11:42 AM
Content: Chapter 5 – Family time
Finn read to her for more than two hours without a break from his favorite book. Like this, the time until dinner flew by. When the kids and their parents, who had been working a bit in the vegetable patch, came back into the house at 6 p.m., the table was already set for dinner. A metal salad bowl clattered before Sarah emerged from behind the kitchen island. When Finn's and Sarah's eyes met, the girl showed no reaction. Neither did she make a face, nor did she say anything nasty to him. Finn was downright baffled. Their parents must have punished her really harshly this time. Only now did he notice that Peter had once again diverted the coffee table from its intended purpose. Side by side, Sarah's smartphone and her laptop were attached to it with duct tape. It was impossible to remove even one of them without leaving traces. Finn's game console had already suffered this fate once when he had said one of the forbidden words to Sarah. Peter therefore called the little table the 'Altar of Atonement'. "Good! I see you finally put all your energy into doing something for the family, honey." commented Peter appreciatively on the dinner table. Sarah didn't reply. Finn could just see how she was forcing herself not to say out loud what she was thinking.
"Just so you're all in the picture: Because Sarah repeatedly and despite multiple warnings could not refrain from making fun of a member of her family, Mom and I confiscated her laptop and phone. And if she doesn't make a noticeable effort to finally behave like a member of this family herself, she won't get either back on Sunday." Peter explained in a supreme court voice. "Not until Sunday?!" squeaked Sarah, immediately lowering her voice again. "Not until Sunday at the earliest, honey!" replied Peter, adding, "And only if we really see you trying. Finn is your little brother. It's your job to look out for him. And not to torture him." The boy could see her swallowing her frustration. But yet again Sarah remained silent and nodded. After dinner that night, the 15-year-old didn't immediately disappear to her room as usual. But that wasn't surprising, since she had nothing but her school things to distract her up there. Instead, she played Uno with the whole family for the first time in years. And to Finn's greatest surprise, she didn't say a single nasty word to him once. Peter and Vera were almost as surprised yet very pleased.
Perhaps a bit to test his big daughter, Peter said at just before 8 p.m., "Okay, it's bedtime for our pumpkin. That means time to diaper both of you." Although he spoke the words to Finn and Melissa, he was watching Sarah throughout. However, while she showed no emotion, Finn once again ran crimson. "Do you have to say it like that, Daddy?" the boy whined. But it was Vera who answered: "Oh, Monkey. If you get a Pampers on, you get diapered. There's nothing wrong with calling things by their name." Finn's lower lip quivered and he wanted to disagree vigorously, but he didn't know how. "But why already? I don't even have to sleep yet." he moaned. "That's true, honey. But diapers are changed in our house at just before 8. And that's because Daddy and I say so." Vera replied lovingly, yet still in a way that Finn immediately knew it was set. Peter nodded. "Will you read to me again, Mommy?" yawned Melissa, cuddling up to Vera to be carried upstairs. "Sure, princess!" chortled Vera, taking the girl in her arms. "Whoa!" gasped Finn, as Peter suddenly lifted him up from his chair. "You get carried for diapering, too!" laughed Peter, tickling Finn under the armpits. "Hey, not fair!" giggled the boy. Peter turned to Sarah, who still hadn't pulled a face, and said, "If you want to, you can pick the movie for tonight, honey. PG13, but you're free to choose. We'll be back in 15 minutes." "Okay Daddy. I'll find something to watch." she replied and smiled.
"So, off you go to brush your teeth and potty. Mom will help in the bathroom and I'll get everything ready for diapering." explained Peter cheerfully as he set Finn on his feet outside the bathroom. "But..." squealed Finn, however, his mother just pulled him gently in with her and Melissa and closed the door. "First Lissa goes potty and you brush your teeth and then we switch." Vera explained. The boy looked at her both shocked and offended. He couldn't remember the last time Vera had been in the bathroom with him. He felt treated like a toddler. But Melissa didn't seem to mind at all. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy his company. The little girl bounced happily past him, unabashedly pulled down her pants and sat down on the toilet. "Come on, mister." his mother encouraged him, already handing Finn his toothbrush, which she had readied for use. As he finally ran the brush over his teeth, he heard it tinkling under Melissa. "Good girl!" praised Vera and the little girl beamed proudly. Although it had long since stopped tinkling, Melissa was not allowed to get up from the toilet until Finn had spent two minutes scrubbing over his teeth. "Okay, your turn. Potty time, Finny." Vera gurgled. Finn sighed, but obeyed. Try as he might, he couldn't pee while Melissa and his mom were in the bathroom with him. Eventually, he gave up and flushed. Since she hadn't heard any splashing while helping Melissa brush her teeth, Vera looked skeptically at Finn. "All done?" she asked. He nodded. "Good boy!" Vera praised her son too. Finn rolled his eyes.
"Lissa and daddy against Finny and mommy!" chortled Peter as Vera and the kids arrived in Melissa's room. On the bed he had laid out two diapers side by side. On the left a larger one and on the right a smaller one. In the middle, powder, cream and wet wipes were ready. Peter held out his right palm to the children. In it lay the pacifiers with which the two had slept last night. "Yay!" gurgled Melissa and immediately put hers in her mouth. Because Finn hesitated, Peter made the decision for him. "At bedtime, a binky is okay, buddy." he whispered and put the pacifier in his stepson's mouth. The boy wanted to protest, however, the second the pacifier touched his lips, he realized how much he had missed the calming sensation. "The winner is the team whose diaper child is in his or her pajamas first. The winning team gets to decide what's for breakfast tomorrow!" chortled Peter. As much as it bothered Finn that he had just been called a diaper child, the stakes had awakened his ambition. He wasn't going to let a chance to have pancakes for breakfast pass him by. "On your marks! Get set! Go!" giggled Peter. Their parents both struggled to laugh as clothes whooshed through the air a blink of an eye later and both children flung themselves onto the bed next to their diapers. Because Paul had chosen the wrong strategy with the cream, it was Vera who finished first 37 seconds later. "Pancakes! I want pancakes!" yelled Finn enthusiastically. "But I wanted pancakes?" asked Melissa in confusion, yawning. It was clear to see how much she was already fighting fatigue. Everyone laughed.
Melissa's eyes closed as soon as Vera had put the blanket over her. She was fast asleep before Peter had even found the page in her book where he had last stopped reading and before Finn had picked up all the clothes from the floor. "Okay Monkey, come here!" whispered Peter, holding out his arms to the boy. Finn obeyed and snuggled up to his stepfather to be carried back downstairs. Vera turned out the light. Exactly as Peter had announced, it was 8:15 p.m. when the three of them returned to the living room. The light was dimmed. On the table in front of the TV was a tray full of drinks and a small bowl of chips. Carrot sticks and radishes waited on a plate next to it. The Netflix home screen of 'Your Name' lit up on the TV. "Thank you for your help! You did great, honey!" praised Vera, giving Sarah a hug. "Yes, cupcake. Thank you very much!" agreed Peter. He turned so Finn could catch a glimpse of Sarah's work, too. "Oh. Your name. Cool!" the boy mumbled. Only now did he notice that he still had the pacifier in his mouth. He took it out and buried his face in Peter's shoulder in shame. His father sat down in the left corner of the sofa, still holding Finn. Because Sarah hadn't said anything nasty to him, the boy looked up again. "Thanks, Sis." he whispered. "Um... don't do that. I'm going to blush. And it's not like I'd never do anything nice for you." Sarah croaked sheepishly and snuggled into the other corner of the huge couch. Vera sat down in the middle, poured her husband and herself a glass of wine and started the movie.
Everyone made themselves comfortable. While Sarah and Peter lolled in the corners, Finn laid his head in his mother's lap. He wrapped her left arm around him and placed his hand on hers on his chest. It wasn't long until Finn noticed the pressure in his bladder. He stood up. "Can you take off the diaper? I have to pee!" he whispered directly into Vera's ear. She looked at him lovingly, kissed his cheek and shook her head. "Oh sweetie, just go in your Pampers. Remember, no potty worries when you're wearing Pampers." Vera replied without muffling her voice. "Mommy!" squealed Finn, looking at her reproachfully. He could have sworn he saw a smirk cross Sarah's face. His eyes glazed over and his lower lip quivered. She rested her forehead against his and looked deep into his eyes. "Sweetie, you can't cry every time you don't like something. You're not a baby, are you? Trust daddy and me. Just relax. Then we can all enjoy the great movie." she said. "But..." sniffled Finn softly. A tear rolled down his face. Vera caressed his neck, yet this time did not give in to his pleading puppy eyes. Instead, she took his pacifier from the table and put it back in his mouth. Finn snorted, but didn't take it out again. He climbed off her lap and lay down lengthwise on the couch between Peter and Vera. In a huff, he pulled his stepfather's hand to his ear, almost like Melissa would have done, when she didn't get her way. His parents exchanged glances and smiled.
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 18, 2021 at 11:43 AM
Content: Chapter 6 – Every other Sunday
Only moments after Peter began patting his head, a soft hissing noise was heard. "Good boy!" praised Vera as soon as it had stopped and patted his bottom. Crimson red, Finn buried his face in the couch. For the rest of the heartbreaking movie, neither said a word, but Peter patted his stepson all the while. "Bedtime, Finny. Come on, let's put some dry panties on you real quick and then we'll get you to bed." Peter announced when the credits had ended and he had turned the lights back on. "Okay." Finn mumbled behind heavy eyelids. "Can I help?" asked Sarah. All at once, the boy was wide awake again! "What?! No!" cried Finn. Like an animal fleeing from its predator, Finn pressed his back against Peter and raised his hands in defense. He eyed her with a mixture of skepticism and sheer panic. Peter wrapped an arm around the boy's chest. "You know, sweetie, maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing if your big sister learns how to change your diapers." he explained. "But Daddy!" yelped Finn. " Daddy's right. And please don't cry, Monkey." Vera purred, stroking her son's cheeks. "Will you hurry up and get the changing things? His Pampers are in the drawer above Melissa's. Meet me in Finny's room and I'll show you how it's done, dear." said Vera. Sarah's eyes sparkled. "Yes, right away!" exclaimed Sarah, running upstairs.
"I had no idea Finny had his own Pampers!" said Sarah when Finn, Vera and Peter entered the boy's room. Even if his parents didn't notice, the boy recognized the mischievous undertone in her voice. She looked at the baby diaper in her hand. On Finn's nightstand, she had already laid out cream, powder and baby wipes. "Yeah, they're a little bigger than Lissa's." Vera explained, taking the item from her hand. "But they have the same cute design." noted Sarah. "True." said Vera, chuckling. Finn rolled his eyes. "Okay. I'll guide and you change him." declared Vera once Peter had placed Finn on his bed. Sarah grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "No!" squealed Finn immediately. "Oh, don't fuss, sweetie! We'll be quick!" purred his mother. "You're talking to me like a baby again!" the boy whined. As so often, he fought his tears. But Vera didn't respond at all, just lovingly stroked his cheeks and tapped his pacifier. Once again, Finn had completely forgotten that he still had it in his mouth. He stared at the wall and began to suck, and sure enough, the calming effect set in almost immediately. Although he obeyed when his mother gave the instructions, he did not look up. Barely a minute later, Sarah closed the tapes on his belly. "Good job, honey!" praised Vera. "That was easy!" chortled Sarah delighted. Vera nodded and explained, "Yes. Finny cooperates so much nicer than Lissa when it comes to changing diapers." She slipped his pajama bottoms back on her still deeply offended son and purred, "Good boy!"
Without another word, Finn rolled onto his side and pulled his blanket over his head. It took only seconds for him to fall asleep. As she did almost every night when there was no school the next day, Melissa eventually snuck up to him and cuddled herself into his arms. Over the next few days, a bit of a routine settled in. At just after seven, Vera would check on them both before she went for a run. Melissa and Finn were freshly diapered and watched TV or played one of Melissa's countless board games together until breakfast. The afternoon they spent outside playing with Oli and the twins. None of the three mentioned Finn's accident with a word. It wasn't the first time something like that had happened to the boy. At just before 8 p.m., Melissa and he got ready for bed together. But even on Saturday night, Finn couldn't empty his bladder while his mother and Melissa were in the bathroom with him. As a result, when his bedtime came, he had to be diapered a second time on the third night as well. However, this was the first time Sarah diapered him without either parent being present. Finn wasn't sure if it was because her laptop and smartphone were still seized, or if she had really changed that much in such a short time, because she didn't even say a mean word to him when she was alone with him. Instead, she merely gave the same commands that Vera gave.
Breakfast on Sunday morning was not quite as leisurely as the days before. Peter made it a priority for the whole family to go to church together. Because Finn was to be confirmed in the coming spring, it was all the more important to Peter. While Finn and Sarah were already cleaning up the table at 9:15 a.m., Vera and Melissa were already upstairs getting ready. Peter knelt down to Finn and turned the boy to look him directly in the eyes. Sarah drank the last sip from her glass and looked almost as puzzled as her stepbrother. "Finn, honey, I want you to wear a diaper for church today." said Peter in an unusually firm voice. Sarah nearly choked on her orange juice when her father spoke those words. She grinned as if Christmas and Easter had fallen on the same day. Finn dropped Melissa's sippy cup, which he had been about to put in the dishwasher at that moment. The empty, blue plastic cup rolled across the floor with a clatter. With his mouth dropped open, he stared at his stepfather. "But Daddy..." squeaked Finn, yet Peter interrupted him. "Today is your first day as an altar boy. You can't leave the service if you have to pee. And Mom and I don't want anything like what happened to you on Thursday to happen to you again." he explained calmly, yet in a tone that unmistakably showed that he was serious. Finn's eyes welled up. He had put on a pull-up before, when they had been out for more than a few hours. But the last time his parents had asked him to do so had been more than two years ago. This time, however, they did not ask him and it was going to be a real diaper. He was so shocked that he only realized seconds later how his bladder had given way at that moment. His face turned scarlet while the hot liquid spread in his crotch.
"Sarah, would you please have a look and see if you can find Lissa's old diaper bag? If it's not in the closet, it should be in the attic." asked Peter after he took a sip of his coffee. "Of course, Daddy!" the 15-year-old crooned. "Thanks! Finny, now please go with Lissa upstairs to Mommy so you can get ready for church." Peter continued. Finn sniffled and hung his head, but he got moving. "Oh come on, buddy. A wet Pampers is much better than a wet pants, isn't it?" said Peter, this time in a gentle voice. He tousled Finn's hair and gave him an affectionate pat on the bottom. "Wow. That's a soggy booty. It's about time you got some dry panties on." he chuckled. As so often the last few days, it felt strangely nice as the warm gel hugged Finn's groin. Although he was trying hard to look sinister, he couldn't keep from giggling. "Hey. Don't do that, daddy!" said Finn much more brightly than he wanted to sound. Peter shook his head no and grinned. The boy rolled his eyes and went upstairs. "There you are, sweetie! Why don't you lie down on your bed?" warbled Vera, who was fixing her hair up in front of Finn's mirror. On the bed laid one of his Pampers. His mother had already been waiting for him. Apparently, it had not been a spontaneous idea of his father. Finn sighed and surrendered to his fate. Just as Vera had changed his soaking wet diaper, Melissa came into his room. She wore pink underwear and held her Sunday dress in her arms. "Will you help me, Mommy?" she asked, waving at Finn. "In a minute, Princess!" replied Vera as she rolled up Finn's wet diaper.
"Doesn't Lissa have to wear Pampers too?" sobbed Finn. "No, why should she, honey? Melissa doesn't wet her pants during the day anymore, does she?" replied Vera closing the tapes on his belly. "Cuz I'm a big girl!" chortled his stepsister. "Yes, you are, Princess!" laughed Vera, tickling her youngest stepdaughter's neck. "But Thursday was just an accident! I'm not a baby!" sobbed Finn. "Oh, honey. Nobody said that. Don't cry again!" cooed Vera gently and hugged him tightly. "Would you like your binky for a moment, Monkey?" she whispered. Finn shook his head. Sarah had been watching the events from the doorway. "I packed Finny's diaper bag. Will two spare Pampers be enough if we go out for brunch after church?" she warbled quite as innocently as if she were talking about a baby after all. "Thank you, darling! Better pack three. And a spare pair of clothes, too, just in case." replied Vera, honestly grateful. Finn couldn't believe what just happened. He glared angrily at his stepsister. His lower lip quivered and huge tears rolled down his cheeks one by one. Vera looked at her deeply upset son. Without thinking twice, she took the pacifier from his nightstand and put it in his mouth. Finn was furious and wanted to grab it immediately, but she held his arms tightly and looked deep into his eyes. "No. It stays in until you stop crying. Don't act like a baby if you don't want to be treated like one, mister," Vera said, slightly annoyed since they were running out of time. Not allowing another discussion, she put his snow-white shirt, which she had laid out on his bed, and a jeans on him right after that.
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 21, 2021 at 3:37 AM
Content: Thank you
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Feb 22, 2021 at 12:39 AM
Content:
pierrylouys said:
There more?
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Not really. I did write another half chapter in the original version, but I don't like it here. However, I couldn't make myself write "And that s how Finn's new life began...".
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Mar 5, 2021 at 9:11 PM
Content:
CodyBaby said:
That is an awesome story, but clearly unfinished, so much can happen from where it ends, its like if we are only at 1/4 of a good book, but I respect your decision.
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It' s not a decision. It's just an old story. I wrote it years ago. So I just don't have a sequel/ending.
But I'm glad you guys like it.
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Author: kiri
Timestamp: Mar 14, 2021 at 10:29 PM
Content:
LudoErgoSum said:
I took this story, ran it through Grammarly, cleaned up some bits I thought were a little awkward, made some minor changes based on my experience as a parent and former Catholic, and added another couple chapters (so far). I had initially intended for it to be something I'd read and maybe share it with one or two of my close friends (kirigaya first, of course.) I've been chatting with kirigaya on Discord and one of the first things they suggested was putting the results up here, but I am a bit resistant because it's the same story.
So... I have a choice. I can continue to keep it to myself, I can continue the story here, or I could start a new thread with my modifications and continue on there. I'd definitely link here from the top of the modified story so folks could see the original if they want.
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Feel free to do what you think is best.
But since you put so much effort into improving the first chapters, it would probably be easiest to just start a new thread from the beginning, for re-reading!
Anyway, I really liked your changes and additions! So a huge compliment and thank you from my side!