Registered Sex Offender Part 2: Chip's Discoveries

Chip was only seven years old when it started; or at least that was the first incident that he could remember. In actual fact, he was probably much younger, but if so he was unaware that he was involved in anything sexual. Chip and Janet had always been very close, which was somewhat surprising since Janet was three years his senior; but perhaps it was because Chip had seldom had opportunity to make friends his own age and gender. And so at seven years old, Chip and ten-year-old Janet were frequently in Janet's bedroom, playing with Janet's ample supply of dolls. Or they would play "house," especially if some of Janet's friends were with them.

"I hate these dolls!" Janet complained one rainy July afternoon as the two children played. "They're not anatomically correct."
"They're not what?" Chip asked innocently.
"Anatomically correct!"
"What's that?"
"They don't have everything," Janet explained. "You know, the boys and girls don't have all the parts."
"What parts?" Chip asked blankly. "They look ana... ana... they look correct to me."

"Chip, sometimes you're so thick! Just look at this!" Janet grabbed the boy doll that Chip had been holding and ripped its clothes off. "Just look!" she instructed, "There's no thingy!"
"So?" Chip argued, "What's that matter?"
"Well, how can it go to the bathroom?"
"It can't, Jan! It's not a wet 'ums doll. It's not supposed to!"
"So what am I gonna do for a wet 'ums doll?"
"Right here!"
"But that's a girl! I want a boy wet 'ums doll!"

Chip shrugged. Janet sat sulking for a few minutes, then her face suddenly brightened. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "You! You can be my wet 'ums doll! And I even got a diaper you can wear!"
"No way!" the little boy shook his head, "You ain't gettin' no diaper on me!"
"Sure!" Janet said excitedly as she dug in a drawer, "You'll love it, just like you used to!"
"I did?"
"Sure you did! I used to hate you, you looked so comfortable and warm and snug, all cleaned up with a fresh diaper on. That's why I took these ones. I've had them all this time. I used to put them on myself after I was in bed. But now I can put 'em on you."

"But..." Chip protested, "I can't! You'll see my... my..."
"Your thingy! Course I will, silly! But it doesn't matter. I saw it lots of times when you were a baby. You didn't care then, did you?"
"I... I don't remember."
"Course you don't, cause you didn't care. So all you gotta do is pretend to be my baby boy, and babies don't care when their mommies take their pants off."

"I don't know..." Chip said doubtfully.
"Just try it," Janet coaxed. "If you don't want to, I won't ask you any more."
"But..."
"Please, Chip? I'll give you a special treat."
"What?"
"It won't be special if I tell you what it is. But I promise, you'll like it."
"What if I don't?"
"You will, I promise."

Reluctantly, doubtfully, the little boy kicked off his sneakers and lay on his sister's bed. Chip’s intelligence was orders of magnitude superior to his sister’s, but neither of the children knew it at the time. And Chip would do anything for his sister. He adored her to the point where he always lost arguments with her, even when he knew she was wrong. He simply could not stand to be in even a minor disagreement with her.

"Bad boy!" she pretend scolded, "putting your pants on with no diaper! You coulda made an awful mess!" She slowly pulled off Chip's shorts, then began to pull down his underwear. Chip looked up at her, his eyes telling her he was about to cry. "Mommie's gonna make you feel all warm and comfy," she soothed. "Then you can pee if you want, and no one'll even know!" Chip relaxed a little. He did so enjoy playing house, and being his big sister's little boy! She pulled off the tiny briefs, and Chip was exposed.

"That's better," Janet soothed. "Mommie's little boy is anatomically correct." She flipped Chip's "thingy" with her fingers, then again. Chip giggled. "That tickles!" he said gleefully. Janet pinched it gently, then manipulated the foreskin back. "Gotta clean it real good," she muttered. Chip shuddered from the pleasurable feelings he was getting. His penis got hard as a little rock. Janet wiped gently under the foreskin. "Mommie's baby's thingy got hard!" she observed.

"It tickles!" Chip giggled again.

Soon Chip was back on the floor, diaper in place, playing with his sister. Before long he asked Janet to help him get it off so he could go to the bathroom. "But," Janet argued, "that's what it's for! Just go ahead and go!"
"Janet, I'm not foolin', I really gotta go!"
"Then go!"
"Please, Janet! I can't hold it much longer."

Chip started to cry. He felt the pain of the full bladder, then felt the hot wetness spreading at his crotch. First there were but a few drops, then a little more. He was sitting on the floor, peeing in his pants! The spot grew. It actually felt good! "Let it go," Janet instructed. "You're already wet, so just let it go!"

Chip did. He relaxed and relished the delicious sensation of his bulging bladder being relieved; but it was more! He also liked, perhaps even loved, the sensation at his groin of the hot urine as it spread in every increasing circles from its point of origin.

Chip and Janet sat on the floor looking at each other. Chip saw her eyes go from his face to his crotch, then back to his face. "Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked.
"I dunno," he answered non-committally, "It feels kinda weird."
"You just wait," she instructed. "Mommie's gonna get you all washed and changed. Wait'll you see if you don't feel better."

Chip did indeed feel better. Janet had him keep his wet pants on until he began to feel cold, then she again laid him on the bed and removed the pissy mess. She wiped the area, now red from irritation, with a warm wash cloth, then sprinkled some powder on the area and rubbed it in, being careful that those special areas got lots of rubbing. That done, she applied a fresh diaper. Chip had to admit, he did indeed feel comfortable and pampered.

The diapering and changing, urinating and soiling, became a regular event after that first afternoon. Chip and Janet managed to steal more diapers, baby powder, rubber pants and other supplies, from families they knew with babies. They used some of their allowance money to buy supplies they couldn't steal. Chip was taken outside with his diapers on, even messed in them while swinging in a local playground or walking down the street. It was several months later when Janet gave him his next surprise.

The two happy children were in Janet's room after school, playing their favorite game. Their parents were still not home from work. Janet had diapered Chip as usual, then dressed him in one of her old dresses, placed a bow in his hair, and began calling him Susan. When the doorbell rang, Chip was mortified. He headed for the bathroom where his clothes were stashed, but Janet held him back. "It's just Julie," she said. "She's gonna be your big sister."

"Oh!" Julie exclaimed, "He's so cute!"
"He is a she!" Janet corrected. "Her name's Susan, and she needs changing."
"He's really got a diaper on?" Julie asked.
"I told you, he's a she! And if you don't believe me, feel for yourself."

Neither Chip nor Julie was prepared for what came next. Julie had no brothers, had never been close to a male person except her father and she had never seen his southern end. She would have been quite content pretending that Chip was her little sister and taking everything else on faith, but Janet had other ideas. When she took Julie's hand and plunged it under the dress Chip was wearing, then inside his soaked diapers, it's difficult to say who was more shocked.

By now Chip was perfectly content to have his sister remove his pants and wash him, powder him, then play with his 'thingy.' Indeed, it would be perfectly fair to say he looked forward to it, with a great deal of anticipation! His pants were seldom more than halfway down now before his penis came to full attention. But when the hand of a stranger, and a girl at that, invaded the privacy of his pissy diapers, it hit the mark precisely. He felt the fingers of the surprised little girl close on his growing instrument, and Chip was again mortified to tears.

"What's that?" Julie exclaimed as she felt what she'd grabbed. Janet pulled her hand out.

"Your little sister's crying," she said nonchalantly. "I guess she needs changing." As if to confirm her diagnosis, she placed her own hand into Chip's diaper and felt what he had hidden there. Chip stopped crying when he felt the familiar touch of his sister.

"Can I change her?" Julie asked.
"NO!" Chip protested.
"Now, Susan," Janet lectured, "Mommie's busy. You just let your big sister change you."
"But... but Janet..."
"No buts! Mommie's gonna be right here to help. So you just lie down like a good little girl."

Chip did lie down. Assured by the presence of his sister, Chip soon found his wet things coming off. Julie gasped at the sight of his male organ. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "is that ever neat!"

"You can touch it if you like," Janet offered. Julie did. She allowed the tip of one finger to come in contact with the very tip of the tiny penis. "Touch it harder," Janet explained, "and it gets all hard and stands up."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. Watch."

Janet took the little tool in her hand and began manipulating it. Chip giggled as he felt the familiar and welcome erection take place.

For the next half hour, diapers and babies and playing house were forgotten. It seemed the two girls had found quite another toy, much more fascinating. Julie was spellbound with the tiny thing between Chip's legs, now standing straight up and so hard that it ached. "You oughta taste it," Janet suggested. "It's really neat!"
"Have you?" Julie asked.
"Sure," Janet lied, "lotsa times." She had heard about receiving a penis orally, but had never been able to get up the nerve to try it.

"What's it taste like?" Julie asked.
"I dunno... it's hard to describe."
"Does... does Chip mind?"
"Naw, he loves it!"

To the absolute astonishment of the little boy on the bed, he felt something warm. When he looked down, he saw the last of his upright penis disappearing into Julie's mouth. He gasped from the pleasure he was feeling, while at the same time experiencing embarrassment like never before. But he absolutely could not move, so wonderful was the sensation of his person inside the mouth of this lovely girl. Before he was really ready to call it quits, she released him.

"You're so lucky," Julie said as the two girls dressed Chip, "having a little brother you can play with all the time."
"You can play with him too, can't she Chip?"

Chip didn't answer, but simply nodded his head. He absolutely could not wait to get his fresh diaper on so he could wet it and restart the whole cycle. At seven years old, Chip only knew about embarrassment and humiliation, not sex and erotica; and every new level of humiliation he was called upon to perform, it seemed, was rewarded with a new level of ecstacy.

It didn't take very long until word got around among Janet's friends that she had a very unusual, very pleasant, new toy. Chip found himself being dressed and undressed, diapered and washed, sucked and kissed, powdered and pampered, until he was sore most of the time. He didn't know why he enjoyed, even craved the attention he was getting, but before long the diapers were no longer wet in. Chip often put them on himself, then lay for hours at a time while first one, then another, of Janet and her friends removed and replaced them.

Ed Barker sat staring at Chip as his story unfolded. "That was when you were seven?" he said in wonder. "Where were your parents? How could you go around in diapers half the time, with half the little girls in the neighborhood dressing and undressing you? How could you dress in your sister's clothes, and go outside like that, and not be caught? Surely your parents must’ve had some idea, didn’t they?"

"I... I dunno," Chip answered blankly. "They never really paid us that much attention. I guess they were just happy that we played together so well so they didn’t have to bother with us. And they actually saw me in a dress a few times, but I guess they didn't notice."
"Didn't notice? Their little boy appears in a dress, and diapers underneath, and they didn't notice?"
Chip shrugged. "I guess it just wasn't important."

Chip felt as if a great weight had been lifted when he left Ed Barker's office. Ed hadn't wanted to end the session, but he knew that Chip was getting tired, both physically and emotionally. "I'm going to be away for the next three days," he said as Chip was leaving, "but I'd like to continue as soon as I get back."
"Fine," Chip had answered, trying to re-install the veneer he'd shed in the safety of Ed’s office. "Makes no difference to me." In fact it did make a difference, a big one! But Chip wasn't about to admit it.

Another two weeks went by, and Chip saw no sign of Ed Barker. "Welcome to life in the prison system," Steve said as they shot baskets. "They're so under-staffed, we're lucky if we get to see him once a month. He always promises to be back in a day or two, and he means it too. But there's just so many kids..."
"Does he deal with all the kids in the system?" Chip asked.
"Not all them, only the lucky ones. There's two or three other workers, but they're useless. Ed's the only one that cares. You're lucky to get to see him right off."
“Yeah,” Chip said with a bitter grin, “I feel so lucky I could just shit!”

Chip wasn't so sure that Steve knew what he was talking about, but the very next day he began to see results. He had just returned from the dining hall where he'd had a less than satisfying breakfast when he was summoned to the administration office. "Where's that?" Chip asked the guard.
"I'll take ya," Steve offered.
"No ya won't," the guard answered gruffly, "you got school."
"But, I thought there was a waiting list."
"Not any more. You're to report to the education building right away, and Stockdale is starting too, soon as he sees the warden."

"The warden?" Chip questioned. "Why? Have I done something?"
"I dunno. Who the fuck d’ya think I am, your personal secretary? But I advise you to move your butt."
"But I still don't know where it is," Chip argued.
"Right next to the medical building, fer fuck sake!" the guard roared. Chip thanked him and skittered out the door, still not knowing exactly where he was going.

"You've been here three weeks now," the warden said as soon as Chip was seated. "Are you settling in well?"
"Well, sir," Chip answered with as much respect as he could muster, "it certainly isn't a country club, but it's not that bad either. Yes, sir, I think I'm settling in quite well."

"I understand that you're supposed to start school today?"
"Yes, sir, so the guard just told me. And thank you, sir. I thought there'd be a longer waiting time."
"Don't thank me. It was Ed Barker. He says you're some sorta whiz kid."
"I like school, sir, and I guess my grades are pretty good. But I don't know..."
"There's no place for modesty in here, Stockdale. Are you a whiz kid or not?"
"No, sir, I'm not. I work hard and make good grades, that's all."

"Well," the man said whom Chip had decided was not worth his time, and certainly not to be trusted, "I don't want to keep an A student away from his studies. God knows we need more of 'em! But before you go, we need to talk about your medical examination. You did have one, did you not?"
"Yes, sir, I did. On the day I arrived." Chip wasn't sure what was coming, but he remembered that Ed had told him his rapist had been caught.
"Who did it?"
"He... he said his name was Garth."
"Tell me about it," the warden ordered.
"I'm not sure what you mean, sir." Chip evaded.
"You know exactly what I mean," the warden said with little feeling. "I mean, tell me how he raped you while he had you strapped down to the table."

"Sir," Chip said, "you must have me mixed up with someone else. He did an exam, with his finger, but... that was all." Chip wanted to tell the truth, but he had already been warned by both Steve and Ed that such things were better left unsaid. And besides, Chip didn't like this son-of-a-bitch, and he wasn't about to give him any satisfaction.

"So," the warden said irritably, "if you were to receive a summons to court, you would tell them under oath that you had not been raped during that medical exam?"
"Sir," Chip said defiantly, "I've had just about all the courtrooms I need for a lifetime. I certainly wouldn't agree to lie in one, just to get some medical assistant in trouble."
"He's already in trouble. He was caught red-handed! But if we had some more witnesses, we'd have a much stronger case."
"I'm sorry, sir," Chip said with as much meaning as he could summon, "I just can't help you."

“Make a note to mention Stockdale in the next staff meeting,” the warden said into his dictating machine after Chip had gone. “He’s a sex offender, yet he refused to admit he’d been raped during his medical. I can only assume that means he had some sort of pact with that boy fucker. He’ll be looking for other staff members to sell his ass to. Quite the little slut, that one.”

"That bastard!" Steve hissed when Chip told him about the interview. "He knew you were new, thought maybe he'd get to you before you learned about the code."
"Code?"
"Yeah, you know, don't help the bulls with nothin'!"
"But isn't it kinda stupid, when we’re bein’ abused?"
"Yeah, maybe it is. But it's even stupider to go against it. If you'd gone to court, your life wouldn't be worth nuthin' in here. We got our own set of rules, and that motherfucker knows it. He wants his conviction, and he doesn't care how he gets it."

The very next day, Steve was proven right. A boy who had come in just a few days after Chip suddenly disappeared. It didn't take the rumor mill long to figure it all out. He had been given a reduced sentence in exchange for his testimony against the unfortunate Garth. The poor kid was very much like Chip, really: His first offence, he hadn't spent his life on the streets like a lot of the boys, and he simply didn't know the rules. "What'll happen to him?" Chip asked Steve.
"Stay away from him," Steve warned. "When he gets back, he's dead! Stay away from him, or you'll have more trouble than you need."

"I'm really sorry I was so long getting back," Ed Barker apologized. "I got tied up in Asheville and couldn't get away."
"It's okay," Chip answered neutrally.

"How's school?"
"It's okay. More like study hall than school, really. But it fills some time, and we're doing okay. And thanks for gettin' us in."
"Are you in any of the classes?"
"Yes, sir. We're in Math and English. But most of the others are full, so we just study on our own and take the exams."
"There'll be openings. The biggest problem is getting teachers. But hang in there. Soon as you get a reputation as a good student, it'll be easier to get into the classes. The teachers love to have someone who isn't there just to waste time."
“I can understand why,” Chip observed. “None of the kids in here can see any future beyond doing their time. Most of ‘em have no hope of going to college, an’ I guess I’m one of ‘em. I know my life is pretty well ruined, so that makes school all the more important to me. I just like to learn.” Chip had no idea why he’d expressed that sentiment to this man, but Ed had such a disarming way with him it was hard to keep up the shields that every kid in the place had. In truth Ed was the first adult male Chip had ever had even a slight relationship with, and he couldn’t resist expressing himself.

"How's everything else going?" Ed asked.
"Like what?"
"Like getting to know the routine, getting along with the other guys, staying outta trouble."
"Okay I guess. But the warden tried to get me in trouble big time."
"Yeah, I heard. You're not gonna testify?"
"Nope. Not unless you can get me on a plane to Japan or somewhere.""But I thought you wanted to die.""Yeah, well, maybe I'm gonna hang around for a while longer. You know, sorta see what happens. I’m not sure I understand why, but I really don’t mind bein’ in here."

"Are you still getting along well with Steve?"
"If you mean, are we still friends, yes."
"What else would I mean?"
"You know very well what I’m talkin’ about."
"Yeah, I guess I do at that. And?"
"And nothing. We haven’t done anything. But Steve says it's only a matter of time."
"Really? Wanna tell me about it?"

"There's not much to tell, really. It started the day I got here. There was this guy sitting next to me in the clinic. He tried to put the make on me, telling me it's a lot better if you're paired off with someone so everyone else leaves you alone."
"That'd be Lenny," Ed put in.
"How'd you know?"
"I try and keep my ear to the ground. I knew he'd come in with you. Unfortunately what he says is right."
"Yeah, that's what Steve said. Anyway about two weeks ago Steve and I were just walking around one Sunday afternoon, and Lenny came up to us. 'Remember me?' he said with a big grin.

“'Sure,' I said. 'Your name's Lenny. You came in the same day I did.'
'Very good, Sherlock,' he said. 'And if you remember all that, you must also remember what we talked about.'
'What YOU talked about,' I corrected.
'Whatever,' he said. 'Anyway, don't you think it's about time you and I consummated our relationship?'
'We don't have a relationship!' I answered.
'Why not?' he asked. He seemed to be getting pissed.
'Because he's mine!' Steve said as he stepped between us and slipped me a big feel.

"Lenny looked surprised, then he laughed. He laughed at Steve! 'You!' he mocked, 'You! Shit! Your voice isn't even changed! What kinda momma would you make?'
'I'm not complaining,' I answered. 'Besides, I had four girls knocked up before I came in here, and my voice still hasn't changed. It doesn't mean a thing.'

"Well, Lenny walked away, muttering to himself something about little kids thinking they're men. 'You know that's not gonna work for very long,' Steve said after he was gone.
'Seemed to work pretty well,' I argued after I had thanked him.
'Sooner or later,' Steve said, 'they'll know we're not doin' anything. There's not a lot of privacy, in case you haven't noticed. And once they've decided we're lying, they'll take the both of us, willing or not.'
'You sayin' you want to do it with me?' I asked.
'Not exactly,' he answered. 'I'm just sayin' you're gonna have to do it with someone and so am I. So maybe we ought to consider doin' what we said we're doin' anyway.'"

"So Steve's putting the moves on you?" Ed said thoughtfully.
"I guess that’s what you’d call it, though I don’t think he really wants to," Chip answered. "He just suggested that we might be better off if we were... well... together."
"And what do you think of that?"
"Well, what he says makes a lot of sense."
"Yes, but what do you think about it? I mean, how do you feel about... well... such a relationship?"

Chip sat for a long time, considering his answer. He already knew what he was thinking, but he wasn't at all sure he could verbalize those thoughts. "I... I'm not sure..." he stammered. "I... I've never... uh... except for those times I got raped in jail, and that was fuckin' awful!"
"But that was rape! What we're talking about wouldn't be, would it?"
"Nope. But..."
"But what, Chip?"
"It's just that... we..."
"You don't find the idea nearly as repulsive as you thought you would, do you Chip?"

Another long pause, then through tears, "I don't find the idea repulsive at all. I think I'd like doin' it with Stevie!"
"Then why haven't you done it?"
"You know... it's just..."
"I know, the male macho thing. But Steve's right. Sooner or later, and I would guess time's running out on you, you're gonna have to submit to someone. If you have some feeling for Steve, then why not enjoy what's gonna happen anyway?"

Chip was astounded, and even more so when Ed handed him a pack of condoms. "You... you think I'm queer?" he stammered.
"It's got nothing to do with queer or straight, and it has nothing to do with what I think or don't think. It has to do with the lesser of a bunch of evils. And in case you didn't already know, this place is full of AIDS! So it's a real good idea to know what and who you're dealing with. And if you don't attach yourself to someone, you're fair game for the whole camp."

"So you think we should do it in front of some of the other guys?"
"You've wasted it if you don't."
"I... I can't believe you're sittin' there telling me to get it on with my best friend!" Chip marveled.

"Chip," Ed said softly, "what I'm telling you is how it is. You're smart - too smart to believe you can go on forever in a place like this without attracting someone you'd rather not attract. I'm not telling you to do or not do anything; I'm merely telling you to use your head."

Chip thanked him for the advice and the condoms, then bummed a cigarette and resumed his story. Ed, knowing that Chip still had no source of income, handed him a carton. "I can't make this a habit," he warned, "but here's a few anyway."

By the time he turned eight, Chip was a very strange little boy; or at least his behavior at home would so suggest. When Janet turned eleven, she had been given by default almost total responsibility for her brother's care. She bathed him and saw to his clothes, even doing his laundry along with her own. She saw to it that he was in bed on time and up in time for school in the morning.

To be saddled with the responsibility of a small boy at such an early age would seem a tremendous hardship; but Janet didn't mind in the least. Chip, who had long since learned to bathe himself, suddenly found himself being washed from head to foot by his seemingly attentive sister. Special attention was often paid those special sensitive areas, which invariably brought giggles of glee from Chip.

When Chip got out of the bathtub, he was encouraged to romp about the house in the nude. Often one or more of Janet's friends were visiting, but Chip soon learned to ignore them. And like most small children, Chip did enjoy being naked. His parents, when they were home, appeared not to notice.

After his bath and romp in the nude, during which time Chip watched a little TV, did whatever homework he had, and finally had a snack with two or three large glasses of water, Chip was herded into his bedroom by his sister. There he lay on his bed looking up at her with his big blue eyes, his legs spread as wide as they would go, while she applied a diaper and plastic pants, then his pajamas. More giggles from Chip during this time served to reassure anyone passing in the hall that he and his sister truly enjoyed each other. And of course the source of their enjoyment, Chip's tiny penis, was becoming more and more inclined to stand erect at the slightest provocation.

His tummy full of all that water, Chip invariably wet the bed. His mother knew it, knew that Janet had started using diapers on him again, and encouraged the practice. She even bought some new ones, together with plastic pants that were made for a small boy, not an infant. To Chip and Janet, their house playing game had become a constant thing now - a thing in which Chip was regressing further and further toward babyhood. When he found himself for one reason or another without his diapers at night, he wet himself thoroughly anyway. He was indeed a bed wetter now, and was becoming a pants wetter too!

Of course the first time it happened, it was all part of the game. Chip, Janet's "baby," had just been all powdered and diapered, and was wandering about the deserted upstairs as usual. When he began whining to go outside, because Janet always insisted he whine when he was her 'baby,' she simply said she would dress him and he could go out.

"But," he whined, "I've still got my diaper on!"
"Well, of course you have, silly!" Janet answered. "You can't go out without your diaper. You'd wet right through your pants."

When Chip came in an hour later, his sister was overjoyed to find that he was saturated. The urine had leaked around the leg openings of his plastic pants so that his outer shorts were soaked too. "Naughty boy!" she mock scolded as she hustled him upstairs to be changed. When he was lying on the floor, she handed him a baby's bottle full of water which he nonchalantly sucked on while she busied herself removing the wet clothing and replacing it. Of course in the process she had to make Chip's "thingy" hard and stiff again. She absolutely loved playing with Chip's "thingy!" And of course Chip didn't mind.

For all the kinky behavior behind the doors of their own home, Chip was a pretty normal kid at school and with his friends. He loved sports of all kinds and was pretty respected as an athlete. His school work, too, was well worth the respect it often got. His grades were almost always in the A's, with the occasional B; his homework was always neatly done and usually correct. He had a lot of friends, all of whom lived too far away to be real close friends away from school. But at school, during lunch, recess, or gym, Chip was a sought after teammate, a well liked friend, an accomplished athlete.

When Janet suggested he carry their odd fantasies to school by wearing a diaper all day long, Chip emphatically and irrevocably refused. It was as if he somehow realized that he was being controlled at home far beyond what could be considered normal, and so he was going to assert himself in a different world; one in which he demanded nothing less than complete control over his own destiny, activities, and environment. At school Chip was an entirely different person and absolute master of his own life.

At home, however, Chip was almost totally controlled by his sister. He was almost never allowed to use the toilet, but rather the diaper he wore constantly. He wandered around the house sucking on a soother or a baby's bottle filled with juice or water and carrying a doll. At bedtime he was tucked in by his sister, all diapered and powdered, with another large bottle of juice to suck on as he went to sleep in the crib that Janet had resurrected from the attic. Chip was a nine year old infant, in every possible way! Even his speech, when he was in the role that was becoming more natural to him each day, was regressing.

When Chip was almost ten, he became impatient with their game. Janet was twelve now, and beginning to develop. The children's mother had told Janet what was happening and what to expect, but no one had shared the information with Chip. And so he was given his sister's version, altered somewhat to fit her understanding - and her purposes.

"I'm tired of always being the baby!" Chip whined one Saturday afternoon. Mom and Dad were out shopping and weren't expected home until evening. "How come," Chip demanded, "I never get to be the father?"
"You think you're ready for that?" Janet asked knowingly.
"Sure I am! What can be so tough about being a father?"
"Making babies," Julie said haughtily, "I bet you can't do that."
"Bet I can. What do I gotta do?"

Janet and her friend looked at each other, then at Chip, who was standing looking back at them, wearing nothing but a diaper. "First," Janet instructed, "you gotta take all my clothes off, little by little."
"Your clothes?" Chip said with a gulp, "Wh... Why?"
"Cause we gotta make love. But first there's a whole bunch of things we gotta do."
"Like what?"
"I'll show ya, if you like."
"How do you know?"
"Cause Mom told me. And besides, there's this book I read. It told all about gettin' fucked.”

"Gettin' fucked? Isn't that a bad word?"
"Only sometimes. But that's what they call it... making babies I mean."

"Janet," Chip said as he removed his sister's shoes and socks, "I'm scared. I don't wanna really make a baby."
"You won't."
"But you said..."
"I know, but it’s only pretend, Besides you're not old enough. We can do it, but there won't be any babies grow."
"How old I gotta be?"
"I dunno. About sixteen I think. Besides, I'm your sister, and sisters and brothers can't make babies."

Satisfied, Chip busied himself removing Janet's top and bra. He paused to inspect the tiny breasts that were starting to grow there. At her instruction, he touched them. They felt to him as soft as velvet. "They're nice," he commented. He noticed that Janet was breathing funny. "Hurry up," she panted, "if you want to do the rest." Chip did.

"Before you take my shorts off," Janet directed, "reach in and feel my panties." Chip complied. His hands went up her leg, groped clumsily around the lace border that was her leg opening. She directed his hand toward the crotch with her own. Suddenly his hand shot out from under the shorts. "You peed your pants!" he accused disgustedly.
"No I didn't," she panted. "That's not pee, that's... well... I dunno. But it happens when I get... when I touch myself there."

At Janet's instruction, Chip smelled his finger. It smelled odd... and by no means unpleasant. Janet pushed her shorts down. Chip could smell the same odor coming from her underpants, which were soaking wet. He touched it again, then sniffed it. His tongue reached out tentatively and touched her panties. Satisfied that it was indeed pleasant, he slowly pulled the garment down. "Lick it!" she panted.

To be continued...