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And we're back! Another new story with diapers and gender stuff and a bit of incest! But, like always, great characters and lots of emotions. You know it's not a Sophie & Pudding story if you make it through without tearing up. Thanks to all our patrons at www.patreon.com/sophieandpudding who support us! This story is already complete on on there if you are impatient babies. ^_~ You can also find every story we've ever written in PDF and ePUB format. ❤️ As always, comments and likes are great motivations to keep posting our stuff for free! Thank you all for reading! -------------------- Disclaimers: diapers, incest, oral, wetting -------------------- Lanny & Hayden By Sophie & Pudding 1.) I was sure that the word 'interesting' would be forever burned into my brother’s brain after today. It would become the word that made him tighten up and wince whenever he heard it. 'Interesting', as innocuous a word as it was, had been the only thing that I'd said when I had walked in on Hayden. I said it with a smile, of course, that sort of amused little smile that carries a lot of confidence. Then I closed the door. And it was interesting, because it wasn't often I found out something new about my twin. I sat down on the sofa in the common room and waited for him to march out with some manner of excuse. My heart was racing. I quickly threw everything back into the locked chest under my bed. Old clothes, I'd always told Landon. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'd kept it secret for nine years, the only real secret I had from my brother. Maybe this wasn't so bad... but Landon wasn't that type of boy. Landon was outlandish and vibrant. He wasn't the "secret-keeping" type. I had no cover story. I had nothing to say to my brother when I made it out into our common room, so I decided to waste what little life he had left with my incessant babbling. "Long story," I said with a blush. "There's this thing in my Behavioral Sciences class, and it's just... it's a weird way to handle the essay, but... I didn't feel like I was writing... very adequately." Adequately was a good word... "You know, if you'd walked in on Lanny, I would almost certainly use that exact same excuse." I grinned. He knew I didn't believe him for a moment, and once he was rational he'd realize I really didn't care either. I did care about one thing though, one little thing that got to me - our synergy. We did everything the same, everything together. We cherished the twin experience much more than most other twins our age. We’d even shared a girlfriend once. "It's not an excuse," I said defensively, and it was only through my knowledge of psychology that I knew to uncross my arms and make eye contact. My cheeks were still red. "And what are you talking about Lanny? Another new girlfriend? You shouldn't keep secrets from your brother, you know." Displacement. "So it's two in the afternoon, which means you didn’t wet the bed again, like when you were ten." When we were ten, and our bedwetting to be fair. "Spill. I want to know everything." My cheeks burned brighter at the mention of the weeks of our past neither of us were particularly proud of. Of course, pride was a strange concept to Landon, and he made sure never to let shame get in the way of anything. On the other hand, there was me. "I have a class to get to." Which wasn't inherently true. I had an hour and a half. I picked my backpack up off the floor of our dorm room and slipped my shoes on my feet. As soon as Hayden got his feet into his shoes I was standing. By the time he realized that I was, he was sitting. Well, sitting insofar as I'd pushed him down onto the sofa and crawled up to straddle his lap, one knee on the sofa on either side. "Spill. Or I'll Inticklegate you." Inticklegation was a remnant game of our childhood that essentially played out with one of us tickling the other until the other revealed their secrets. I rolled my eyes and pushed my brother off me. "I told you. It was for a class. If you don't believe me, then I don't really care." I did care, but he didn't need to know that. I fitted my shoe back on my foot, my cheeks still red, and gathered my belongings again. It wasn't until I was out of the house that I leaned against the stairwell and ran my fingers through my hair. Fuck. What now...? The fact that he'd lied to me and hadn't buckled under the weight of my playfulness meant this was something very serious and I resolved that I'd make it better by the time he got back. Maybe I'd have to introduce him to Lanny sooner than expected. I stressed over our synergy a lot that afternoon, but we could always resynchronize.