Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2005 06:29:44 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "April's Showers", Chap. 7

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers,
cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the
author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of
others he has met.

April's Showers (Bisexual, Urination, TV)
by Amber Fountaine

Chapter 7


"You talked him into wearing diapers too?" Sissy asked.

"No, I'd like to think I had that ability, but I think he'd already made up
his mind to try it again. He'd been thinking about it since I'd made the
remark about, 'I liked to wear them in the daytime too'. He told me a lot
about himself while we were gone. Like after his real parents had died and
his stepparents took him in and adopted him, he began wetting the bed at
night. He was even older than I'd been when I wet the bed so it became sort
of a turn on for him. Some doctor told his step-mom that he was probably
looking for some sort of psychological assurance that his new parents would
care for him like his real parents had and recommended they diaper him at
night and treat him like a baby until he felt comfortable. The doctor
assured them that at his age, Chuck would want to give up the diapers very
quickly. So he got away with wearing diapers and wetting the bed for over a
year until his mom discovered he was jacking off in his diapers and he knew
he'd better quit. But he did like to wet his pants sometimes, and he was
still doing it even when I met him.

"Remember, he already knew, even then, that I wasn't a girl and I guess he'd
decided to play along with whatever we came up with. He told me that right
after Mark called, he called his friends from college and invited as many of
them as he could reach to come out for the weekend. He intended to turn the
tables on the girls and maybe use my help, but he didn't have a definite
plan."

Then with a smile, Sissy asked me, "Do you want me to wet my diaper?"

Before I could answer, his sister jumped in. "Please do," April told him. "I
can promise you that the wetter your diaper is, the more time Aunt Amanda
will spend licking your crotch clean when she changes you. I've been wetting
mine since we sat down." There was definitely some anticipation on her face.

I smiled silently. There wasn't much I could say since I knew it was all
completely true. And when we saw the dreamy eyed smile on Sissy's face, we
knew he'd let go in his diaper.

When he'd finished, he asked, "How many people showed up at that lake house
before the weekend was over?"

I looked at April and smiled, then turned to Sissy. "Well let's see, . . .
Not including the cops, . . ."

Sissy's jaw dropped for a moment, then he asked, "The cops showed up? What
the hell did you guys do to get the cops after you?"

I had to laugh then. I always got that reaction when I told the story that
way. "Chuck's girlfriend," I explained. "She was a criminology major and was
working for the summer as a deputy constable - but the girls didn't know
that."

"So that's how you got back at them? You had his girlfriend arrest them or
something?"

"Sort of. That's one of the ways we got back at them. I still hear from
Rachel, Candice and my cousin, and I don't think any of them have pulled a
trick on anyone since that weekend."

"What about Chuck? Did you ever hear from him again after that weekend?"

I laughed, stopped what I was doing in the kitchen, and walked over to the
bookcase. Returning with one of my business cards, I handed it to Sissy.
Since it wasn't entirely self-explanatory, I pointed to the logo and told
him, "CRM Inc. stands for Charles R. Morgan. He's my boss. That's why we
moved here from Atlanta."

That cracked Sissy up. Between, chuckles he said, "Then I guess it's safe to
say that you know how to get 'a head' in the business world."

"We're all going to their house for dinner Sunday," April announced,
breaking the news to me.

"How long have you known your brother was coming to see you?" I asked,
beginning to wonder how out of the loop I was on all of this.

"See us," she corrected. "Almost a month. Lisa was one of the first people I
told and she insisted we have dinner with them. Now why don't you see if you
can finish your story before then? You know how much 'Mandy' likes to play
at their house."

I wanted to get finished so I could hear about Sissy's early adventures. And
later ones too. There was so much that had happened since I met April that
Sissy didn't know, that I was sure that he and April hadn't been much in
touch for the last few years.

"Okay, I guess this is going to get complicated so you might want to take
notes. Sometimes I get confused as to who knew what about whom and why. I do
know that Melanie never figured it out until Mark told her."

"You said Mark was the dummy. How come it took Melanie until she got back
home to figure it out?"

"I'm getting ahead of myself again. It wasn't after she got home; it was on
the way. Mark showed up the next day."

Sissy put his head down for a moment then looked up at April, "Maybe you
should get me something to write on. I'm already getting confused."

"Okay, pay attention, . . ."


* * * * * * *


We were riding down the road and Chuck was thinking out loud. "If I tell
you, 'Too bad you don't have a fishing permit,' or mention going fishing in
any way, that'll mean I need to talk to you outside," Chuck told me.
"Remember what I said about the air ducts. Everything that's said in one
bedroom can be heard in the bedroom that's directly across the hall. You can
even see into the other room if you stand on something. We can use that to
our advantage."

I was sitting next to him in the truck, my hand in his lap and his hand in
mine. I was making an effort to listen to his words but it wasn't his words
I wanted more of. But I had to wait, accepting his promise that somehow he'd
figure a way for us to sleep together that night. Unless of course that
sleeping in the same room with Rachel turned into something good and in that
case, I'd have one helluva tough decision to make. 'Unless we could both get
in bed with Rachel,' I mused. 'That would be awesome - If it could happen.
Is this cock in my hand worth giving up a chance on that, or, . . . is a
cock in one hand worth two in the bush? Even if the bush was Rachel's?' My
thoughts were getting silly.

"Okay, for now at least, I'm going to take Melanie aside after we get back
and complain to her that her cousin is acting like a nympho and let's see
where that goes," Chuck said as we drove.

I had to laugh about that. For one thing I guess it was true and for
another, unless I missed my guess, Melanie was probably planning on coming
on strong to Chuck. If he complained about me acting too forward and that
seemed to turn him off, she wouldn't know what to do next. For some reason I
found that irony hilarious. Then I quickly told him about an idea that I'd
had that might be fun and he liked it, stopping at the store after all.

By the time we got back, the only one of the girls that seemed to think it
was funny that I'd disappeared with Chuck for over an hour was Candice. I
think she'd been hearing so much bitching from Melanie that it was beginning
to be humorous to her. As we walked in, Melanie gave me a glare that was
worse than any I'd ever had from my mother for any infraction. Rachel just
looked at me with curiosity.

As for me, I just looked - stared would be more accurate - at three gorgeous
sets of tits and three postage stamps masquerading as bikini bottoms and
tried not to let my brain go into meltdown. How Chuck had managed to walk
right past them, I'll never know. If I hadn't just gotten off with Chuck's
help, I probably would have been a blabbering idiot. But I was getting hard
in my panties anyway.

"Have fun?" Rachel asked as I brought in the bags from the store.

"Not as much as I wanted," I told her, making sure Melanie could hear. I was
trying hard - no pun intended - not to notice the half-dozen curly hairs
peaking over the top of Rachel's bikini bottom. "I thought y'all were going
to work on your tans?" I asked, giving myself an excuse to inspect all that
bare skin.

Rachel wasn't about to let me change the subject that easy. "Where all did
you go?"

"Up to the overlook by where the two rivers come together to form the lake,"
I answered, having been prompted by Chuck. We hadn't even been close to
there and I had no idea where it was. "You can see about two thirds of the
lake from there," I repeated, verbatim. Then I teased, "Bet it's romantic at
night."

Rachel didn't bite. Chuck had told me he'd taken Rachel up there one night
the previous summer and tried to make out with her, but she'd backed out.
Instead, Rachel asked me, "Planning to go up there again?"

"Planning to 'go down'," I teased in a soft, conspiring whisper. "Isn't that
why y'all brought me?" I asked, reminding the girls that this had been their
idea.

She tried to hold back a smile but couldn't. Then she noticed what I had in
the bags. "More diapers?"

"Yeah," I told her grinning as I set them on the dresser in our room. "Guess
what he told me - he LOVES to pee in his pants!"

Rachel was just old enough that she could probably remember back to when
Chuck had been a bed wetter and he'd said that a few years back, he'd wet
his pants in front of her a couple of times to get her reaction. So Rachel
had no reason not to believe that Chuck might still like to do that.

I had the undivided attention of all three girls as I continued. "He said he
wants me to surprise him by wetting my panties, that it would really turn
him on. But if I do that and he wants to diaper me I'd get found out. So I
told him I'd put a diaper on and wet that and he said I should wear diapers
all weekend."

"He really wants you to wear a wet diaper all the time?" Rachel asked, not
quite believing it all. "Not just at night?"

With a big time grin, I nodded and lowered my voice a little so they had to
get closer, like I was sharing a super secret. "When we were at the store, I
was sorta flirting with him like you girls do and I told him I should
probably buy a pacifier, because whenever I had on a wet diaper, I wanted to
put something in my mouth and suck it. That's when he said I should stay in
diapers all weekend and bought these for me. But you're not supposed to know
he wants me to do it."

"Good move Miss Mandy," Rachel told me approvingly. "For a little girl
that's going back into diapers, you're catching on to big girl tricks real
fast."

Candice just smiled and shook her head. Melanie continued to glare, but I
could almost hear the wheels turning. After a moment, she turned and walked
out of the room, heading down the hall. Candice followed her and Rachel
turned to me, saying, "I better go see what's bugging them. I don't want
anyone causing a scene and ruining the weekend."

I could tell her words were meant to be a warning to me as well and nodded
to indicate I understood. As soon as the girls had gone in the other guest
room and shut the door, Chuck came out of his room, grinning, and silently
motioned for me to follow him to his parent's room. Once we were there, just
like he'd told me, you could hear everything being said in the room across
the hall.

". . wish he'd never come with us now," we heard Melanie say as we softly
closed the door and stood still to listen.

"Why are you so upset Mel," Candice asked. "He isn't really doing anything
wrong."

Rachel nodded and added, reminding her also, "You're the one that thought it
would be a good idea to use your sissy cousin to play a trick on Chuck.
Maybe we helped plan it, but it was your idea. I think you're getting pissed
because Mandy is beginning to enjoy what he's doing and not doing this
because you made him. I think maybe it was Andy that you wanted to make a
fool of."

"And he said there were some of his friends coming out tomorrow, so it's not
like there won't be someone for you to fuck if that's your problem," Candice
put in.

"I God Damn DIDN'T say I wanted to fuck anyone!" Melanie almost shouted.
"What was I supposed to do? I caught him playing with my panties and pissin'
in my little sister's diapers and now he's giving my brother blowjobs night
and day."

"Well then chill out," Rachel told her. "If you girls aren't here to have
fun, I'll be glad to take you home and come back by myself."

"And leave the slut here by himself with Chuck?" Melanie whined.

"Maybe it's not Chuck at all. Now I think you're pissed because Mandy was
doing a better job of sucking off your brother than you can do," Candice
teased. "If you leave Mandy here, you'd have Mark to yourself."

I heard Rachel laugh, drowning out Melanie's retort. It was the first I knew
that anything might be going on between my two cousins.

Then I heard Rachel say, "Well shit! He said we could help ourselves to the
beer in the fridge and I think I want one." There followed a brief moment of
silence and we weren't sure what was happening. "Probably a good idea if we
all had a beer and calmed down," Rachel commented as we heard them come into
the hall and head for the stairs.

Chuck had been watching me as we listened and said, "You seemed surprised by
that remark about your cousin."

"Sort of a compliment I think. I really never tried using my mouth on a guy
until I did Mark last night," I told him softly.

"I've only tried it with three or four guys, but you're as good as any of
them,' he told me, giving me a compliment AND a hug.

I looked up and reached down, letting my fingers do the talking.

Chuck smiled at me and said, "Maybe you are a slut - but don't worry, I like
that in a girl. You going to put a diaper on now?"

"Not right now," I told him then mentioned what was beginning to bother me.
"You know, I think Rachel is right. I think Melanie's main motive for
bringing me along to fool you was to really make a fool out of me."

Then something else of growing importance occurred to me. "Do you think the
girls will leave their tops off?"

"If they get like they did last year, they'll have their bottoms off by
dark," he told me.

"I heard you got in trouble for skinny-dipping. What happened?"

"The people that used to live next door were super strict church types that
wouldn't even talk to us because my dad and his friends were always walking
around with a beer or a drink in their hand," Chuck began to explain.

I had no problem picturing that. I'd noticed the whole house had been
designed solely for the purpose of entertaining. There were four big
bedrooms upstairs and the downstairs was one big open den/dining/kitchen
area plus a wet bar with more booze bottles than I'd ever seen outside of a
bar in a movie.

"The neighbors had two sons about the same age as you and Rachel," Chuck
continued, "and last summer, while Rachel and Candice were visiting, we all
got drunk and Candice let one of the boys fuck her. Next thing Candice is
standing on the dock at two in the morning, bare ass naked, hollering 'I
want more cock' and it woke up the neighbors who discovered their sons were
over here running around naked."

After I'd quit laughing, he told me, "Yeah it is funny now, but be glad you
weren't here last summer." Then he laughed too, telling me, "But the funny
thing is, that's how I got to know Lisa."

He went on to explain about Lisa being a criminology major at the same
college and that he'd known her slightly from classes they'd taken. Lisa had
just gotten a summer internship with the constable's office that patrolled
the lake area and was riding with the deputy that showed up to investigate
the neighbor's complaint.

"The deputy pulled in with his lights on and I was still naked and the whole
time I'm trying to explain things to this deputy, I never realized Lisa was
in the car with him. So Johnny and me and the two guys from next door, Bobby
and Ben are standing there buck-ass naked, Rachel and Candice and Johnny's
girlfriend, Carla, are trying to hide in the water under the dock, and up
walks the two boys parents."

As I was listening to all this, I was doing my best not to laugh so hard I
missed any of it.

"And if that's not bad enough," Chuck continued, "one of the boys had a
rubber still hanging off the end of his dick. I really thought his mom was
going to fuckin' faint. Anyway, the parents took their boys home and the
deputy is reading me the riot act like he's going to write me up for
disturbing the peace or some shit, and all of a sudden I hear this female
voice say, 'It's okay Randy, I know these guys. Do me a favor and let 'em
go.' So I shield my eyes from the light, and sitting there six foot away,
ginning like a possum eatin' shit, is Lisa."

After I'd quit laughing to the point where I could talk, I asked him, "Which
of the girls was the guy with the rubber fucking when the cops showed up?" I
was wondering if Candice had gotten her wish for more cock or if Rachel had
gotten laid too.

Chuck smiled and shook his head. "Johnny," he told me. "He's not into it all
the time, but sometimes he likes to get his ass fucked. I told you my
friends would like Mandy and I meant it. The other guy coming for sure is
Sam and I have some very strong suspicions that Sam likes to be 'Samantha'
but he won't admit it. When it comes to sucking cock, he's going to be your
toughest competition."

At least I knew a little of the background then and something about the rest
of the guests that were coming. It was almost an hour before I could get
Candice alone to ask her, "Who was first - Bobby or Ben?"

Candice looked at me with a scowl and then broke into a smile, "You little
shit. You've been talking to Chuck."

I smiled back and put on my most innocent face. "Of course we've been
talking. What did you think we were doing while we were gone?"

Candice sort of chuckled, softened by the two beers she'd had and told me
like two girls sharing a secret, "I don't know. A girl is supposed to always
remember her first, but it was dark and we weren't really paired off and we
were all rolling around on blankets together. I know it wasn't Chuck and I'm
90% sure it wasn't Johnny, but I really don't know if it was Bobby or Ben
and if I saw them today, I couldn't tell you which was which anyway. Did
Chuck tell you about him and Johnny?"

I feigned surprise. "He's into guys? He told me he has a girlfriend and will
probably ask her to marry him."

Candice patted me on the cheek. "Let's just say that you can give him
something that his girlfriend can't. But I don't know - maybe he doesn't do
that any more. Now that he's so damn good looking, maybe he isn't into guys.
Maybe Johnny is the only guy he's done that with and he doesn't have to do
that any more if he has a girl." Then she gave me another big grin and a pat
on the cheek and told me, "There's one way for you to find out!"

"Think he'd let me?" I asked innocently. Apparently my act didn't fool her.

"I think you already have, or maybe this spot on your blouse isn't what I
think it is," she said, flicking her finger at a spot just under my chin.

Without thinking, I said, "Oh shit," and panicked to see what spot she was
talking about.

Candice laughed. "Thought so. My sister pulled that same trick on me and I
fell for it too. Hard not to if you have a guilty conscience."

We were talking softly in the kitchen area and the rest of the group was
across the room laughing and cutting up themselves so I wasn't worried about
our being overheard. I wondered if Candice being aware that I'd already had
sex with Chuck would have any effect on what we had planned. I was relieved
when she told me, "Don't let Melanie know. She's so damn sure she's going to
be the first one Chuck gets it on with."

I would have loved to continue that conversation. It looked to me that
Candice was by far my best chance of getting my first piece of female pussy
if it was going to happen at all that summer. I had a helluva crush on
Rachel, but I knew that was mostly wishful thinking. Not much chance of her
throwing me a sympathy fuck. At least Candice was my age, admittedly had
lost her virginity and enjoyed sex, and seemed to be amiable. And if I
didn't get laid that summer, there wasn't much chance, as I saw it, of it
happening when I got back home. Cock wasn't the only thing I had on the
brain. There were a lot of little pussy thoughts running around in there
too.

We were interrupted by the noise across the room and went to see what was
happening.

"How many beers did you drink?" Chuck was asking Melanie.

"Juss two," she answered. " I wan-ned to hear the ress of the joke and
thought I could hole it."

She sounded awfully drunk to me for just having two beers and I was still
wondering what had happened and why Rachel was snickering when I saw the wet
spot on the floor.

"She was standing there listening to me telling a joke and all of a sudden,
she starts pissing in her pants," Chuck explained when he saw that Candice
and I hadn't figured it out.

Rachel was standing behind Chuck slightly and she looked at me, winking.
"She had a little accident," she said, smiling and looking me in the eye.

She knew, and knew that I knew, that Melanie's accident was no accident. In
fact she probably wasn't even drunk. Not knowing she'd already lost, and
going by what I'd said about Chuck liking to wet himself, she'd come up with
a scheme to regain the lead in the 'Chuck-meat' race.

But I had to admire her ingenuity. Seeing her standing in a puddle of piss
with it running down both legs was turning me on as well as Chuck. Thinking
quickly, I suggested, "You know - if she's that drunk, maybe I ought to take
her upstairs and put one of my diapers on her."

Melanie shot me a look that let me know she wasn't drunk and wanted to kill
me. Rachel was biting her tongue to keep from laughing. Candice hadn't quite
figured it out yet, and Chuck, judging from the grin spreading across his
face, was beginning to.

"Chuck can do it," Melanie pleaded, making one more valiant effort and
confirming my suspicion that getting Chuck to put a diaper on her or
something along those lines was behind her 'accident'.

"Probably not a good idea," Chuck told us. "Better let one of the girls help
you."

Melanie was opening her mouth to protest, and I'm sure to tell him I wasn't
a girl, when Candice grabbed Melanie by the arm and turned her toward the
stairs, saying, "I'll help Mel."

For the third or fourth time since we'd arrived, Melanie was fuming. As the
three of us reached the foot of the stairs, she suddenly realized that we'd
be leaving Chuck alone with Rachel and that was the LAST thing she wanted.
"Oh shit, I'm not putting a diaper on, that's silly." Then she turned as if
to go back, suddenly changing her mind and not sounding nearly so drunk.

"Well I might just go ahead and put on one before I have an accident," I
announced. "It's almost dark and I might want to turn in early."

Now Melanie didn't know what to do and I could feel her confusion.

Then Chuck got up and really messed up her mind, telling us, "Might be fun.
I don't want Mandy to feel bad because of something she can't help. I think
it's cruel the way y'all tease her." Walking up beside me, he said, speaking
directly to me, "If you don't mind Mandy, after you get your diaper on,
would you let me try wearing one? It's been years and it was sort of fun
back then. Maybe I'd like it again."

"Sure," I told him sweetly. "I'd be too embarrassed to put one on in front
of you but I'll be glad to help you put yours on if you like."

"Please," he told me with a smile. "I'll wait for you in my room." As we
walked hand in hand up the stairs, he added, just to get Melanie's goat,
"You ought to see if you can get your little cousin to put one on too. I'm
afraid she isn't mature enough to be drinking."

>From the foot of the stairs I heard, "Bitch!' and knew that if Melanie had a
gun, she'd have shot me in the back. And I could hear Rachel chuckling from
clear across the room.


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