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"We are just beginning potty-pants," I reply to you. I leave you on the floor; knowing you are too much in shock to actually get up from your predicament. I reach under my bed and take out some of the items I had hid earlier.

"Oh my, it looks like baby tyler has wet his pants," I say with glee. "Let your potty-trained cousin inspect the damage. Using one hand I un-botton your pants and pulled down at the zipper. Using a combination of my hands, while still keeping you pinned to the ground, I maneveur your pants slightly down your legs around your ankles.

"You don't have to deny it," I say as I lift my hand from your thigh and begin tickeling you with two hands. "No girl wants to touch a guy who's being pinned down by his much younger cousin."

" You will be pissing yourself like a baby. 17 Year old Baby Tyler is going to wet his pants like a widdle baby."

"I have a better idea," I tell you as I snort when you say you won't tell anyone.

I laugh at your stupidity and I do not release the hold I have on you.

"Thanks; I know. I can't wait to replay this for the wrestling team," as I gaze over at a recorder I had on the night stand. They are going to go ape-shit when they hear you say those words.

" Sorry Ty-Ty; my little 14 year old brain must have forgotten. Thankfully I have the strength to hold down my Big 17 year old cousin." I don't know what it is with you and calling me Jackie and for attempting to call me names when your in no predicament to be the one calling names.

"I'm not letting you up. Well, unless you say it. Then maybe I will think about it. That's the key word...I'll think about it." I can feel you trying to break my hold, and I am on a high knowing I am stronger than you.

"Wait, you want me to let go? You want me to stop? I can't hear you." " are you having a hard time; you really seem to be struggling. What did you say; you want me to let you go?" I smile ear to ear and I begin to apply pressure on your abdomen. "Maybe if you say that jack is stronger than me and I'm just a sissy pansy who is weak. Then maybe I'll think about letting you go."

"Okay if that's what you say. Try to get out of it; I dare you." I knew there was no way he would be able to overpower me; nor break my hold. I smile knowing revenge is coming sooner and sooner

You are so much dumber than I thought; thinking that you were actually an even match for me. Even more pathetic that you didn't realize I was letting you get the upper hand in our match. We continued to roll and skirmish on the floor. Finally I think I determined I have let you have enough fun; I grab your back ankles causing you to fall with enough momentum that you lose balance; I take your moment of confusion and slam you to the ground and lock you in a modified crucifix. My knees and legs hold down your lower body, while my arms spread your arms like a crucifix. I know you can not get out. "What were you saying?"

"I've already won jackass," I say as I lock arms with you. I can hear you breathing and I'm pretty disgusted by it. "You smell like shit," I say to you. I begin off easy and let you think you are evenly matched with me. As much as I wanted to end it 1,2,3; I decide to pacify you before I dominate you.

I walked out of the room and pretended to go get a soda for you. I treat myself to a cookie and get ready because the real wrestling game was about to start. After a few minutes I creeped quietly back into my room; and I see you facing the tv; and your back is to me. Without warning or hesitation; I pull the chair back swiftly and catch you in a hold as your feet hit the floor. "Ready for the newest wrestling game in my collection," I say with a hardy laugh.

If he touches anything in my room; I might kill him. My room was like my sanctuary. My patents never came in and never looked around either. They trusted me and I in turn kept my room clean not wanting to extinguish the trust. For thst reason; I chose my bedroom for the event because I knew no one would be coming in to disturb me and my cousin. I finish loafing up the game "wwe2014," and get ready to kill him in in. "Feel like another soda; I'm fricken thirsty as anything today," I asked him. "You can familiarize yourself with the controls while you wait."

I think this is going great. You took the soda and when I asked you about playing video games; you respond positively and I am ready to put our silly differences aside and bury the hatchet. It would be so cool to hang out with my older cousin. I was about to rattle off a few of the RPG, fighting, and first person shooters I had, but then you turned right back into your smartass self. First you called me a brat and then a dumbass. Fricken unbelievable. "I do have a really cool new wrestling game", I tell you,as if you didn't just insult me. That's it... White flag has been recalled. GAME ON asshole!

"Sure thing Ty." I am both surprised and a little taken back by your pleasantness. Maybe today is not the right day; maybe you do respect me a little more than I thought you did.

I quickly move all the items into a more accessible, but hidden location in my room. (Under the bed; yea I know real sneaky) It is almost time for my plan to take effect. I am grateful you arrived so early to the party, because there was much to do!

In my room I am surveying the items I have collected over the past few months. In my the back of my closet underneath a pile of clothes and nick-nacks; I have the following: A pack of bambino Adult Diapers (They look like baby diapers) Baby Powder Baby Wipes (I stole one of the packs today from my aunt) A Blue Potty-chair A electric shaver A Paddle (just in case) A few sets of little boy clothes (a few sizes too small for you) A pacifer (Which I stole today) A Pink Baby Bonnet (I looked for blue but was unable to find any)

""Whatever," I mutter as you storm off to have a little hissy fit. This is going great, I think to myself. This guy has no idea what going to be happening to him today. I've been planning this for weeks; months; possibly even years. Well the revenge I have been thinking about for years, but the plan I have had for months. Everything has been going well so far.

"No problem; more for me then," I continue licking my fingers and digging them into the bag of Doritos. "It's not gross; come on man; we are family after all, " I say as I attempt to offer you the chips one last time.

Please don't call me Jackie;

(He did not just call me Jackie. What the hell is his problem? I haven't said two words to the guy and already he is treating me like I am the gum on the bottom of his shoe....wait hold that that....I think he thinks I am lower than that wad of gum.)

Hey, my name is Jack. That's J-A-C-K; not Jackie, not Jacko, not fricken jack-in-the-box. I am 14 years old and attend Rockfeld Junior High. I am a freshman, but I don't take no shit from anyone. I'm 5'5 and 155 pounds; but most of that weight is muscle; but I'll get to that later. Anyways; I have brown eyes and black hair that I always wear the same way. My hair is similar to Justin Bieber, but believe me I had it way before he did.

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