From Friends to Brothers - Chapter 4: Moving Day

“Morning,” I said, knocking on the door to what was now Jacob's room as I slowly opened the door. “Jeez dude, smells like shit in here,” I said instantly, smelling it upon entering.

I started laughing as I watched him pull the covers up to hide his face. “Did ya sleep well?” I asked.

“What's going on here?” Samantha said, pushing past me and through the door.

“Pee yew!” She said, “Definitely didn’t expect that so soon!”

He dropped the covers a little to reveal his brightly colored face. “Sorry…”

“Hey, there's nothing to be sorry about,” Samantha said, sitting on the side of the bed and pulling the covers off of him. “24/7 means 24/7. Babies are supposed to fill their diapers after all.”

I locked eyes with Jacob with a huge grin on my face. “Couldn’t even make it through the night, huh?”

Samantha gave me a stink eye which only made me grin harder.

“Alright, well let's get you boys some breakfast,” Samantha said, holding out her hand for Jacob to grab.

“Are you…uh- Are you gonna change me?” He asked sheepishly.

“Diaper changes are after breakfast each morning,” Samantha said, helping him out of bed before letting go of his hand and making her way to the kitchen.

“So, things are moving fast,” I said mockingly. “Couldn’t hold it in?”

Jacob blushed, “I usually have to go in the morning…I didn’t want to break any rules”

“So how long have you been sitting in it?” I asked, trying to make him feel more embarrassed than he already was.

Jacob hung his head. “A few hours,” He said quietly.

“Whew, glad I’m not you. I would have at least waited till Mommy woke up”, I mocked.

I watched as Jacob perked up as I referred to Samantha as ‘our’ Mommy. I figured I should probably talk to him one on one, just to make sure that everything was okay, but figured that was probably best during a time when Samantha was preoccupied.

“I didn’t- never mind,” He started.

“No, what?” I said, curious as to what was going through his head.

“I didn’t want to have to go in front of both of you…” He said quietly, obviously embarrassed.

“Right, because that would have been more humiliating then watching us have hot banging sex last night while you sucked on your pacifier?” I said lightheartedly.

Jacob smiled back, knowing I was only teasing.

We ate breakfast, all while smelling Jacob’s stinky butt which for some reason had Samantha in a better mood than usual. Maybe it was because Jacob was acclimating so well, but I’m pretty sure if I had woken her up with a stinky diaper, she wouldn’t be glowing the way she was now.

“Devin, honey. Can you show your brother where the changing supplies are and bring them out here?”

We both blushed a little at the thought of being brothers.

“Yes, Mommy,” I said, hopping out of the chair and grabbing Jacobs hand to lead him towards our room.

I opened my side of the closet, revealing the carefully packed bottom shelves full of diapers, and a top row of colorful shirts, onesies, rompers, and pjs.

“So yea, feel free to pick one out. Powder and wipes are in this drawer, as well as the changing mat which Mommy usually wants for stinky diapers,” I said before looking back at Jacob who was red faced again.

“Wow, this is all yours?” Jacob asked, slowly grabbing one of the diapers off the shelf as he looked at everything else on display.

“Yup. Though I think the correct term is ours,” I said with a smile which he returned.

Grabbing the supplies, we waddled back down the hallway into the living room where Samantha quickly joined us having cleaned up the table.

“Right, you two” She started, grabbing the changing mat and laying it out on the floor. “Get you both changed, and then into the shower,” She said, patting the mat for one of us to lay down, which I quickly did to jump in front of Jacob.

“Like…together?” Jacob asked hesitantly.

“Yup. The two of you will be sharing all of your showers together” She said with a smirk, quickly going through the motions of pulling my diaper off of me before giving me a quick wipe down and removing my shirt. I jumped up off the ground, now completely naked as I hurried over to the bathroom to get the water warmed up as I watched Jacob hesitantly get down on the mat in my place.

I hoped in the shower, hoping to get mostly clean before Jacob came in, but was cut short by Samantha’s quick work as I heard the door open and shut. I pulled the shower curtain back to see Jacob standing there completely naked as well and much cleaner than I expected. He was obviously building up the strength to get into the shower with me, and I must have caught him off guard by opening the shower curtain unexpectedly as he flinched a little.

“Uh, I can finish up real quick if you want to shower on your own,” I said, trying not to push him too hard.

I watched as he took a quick breath in before climbing into the shower with me. “No, it's cool,” He said with a smile, quickly getting under the water and wetting his hair.

I stared, watching the water run down his body. I hadn’t really realized how lanky he was before, but it was definitely pretty obvious now. I hadn’t really been thinking about the fact that I was just visually taking in his body until he must have finished wetting his hair.

“Uh, everything okay?” He said awkwardly.

I quickly looked up, locking eyes with him. “Huh? Oh- yea…sorry,” I quickly said, trying to look anywhere else.

“So what's the play here?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” I responded, unsure of what he meant.

“Us. Showering together. Everyday? Is that her secret way of letting me know that you're into me?”

I blushed, quickly reaching around him to grab the scrubby and bar of soap. Though, on second thought I probably shouldn’t have done as he likely thought it was some kind of advancement.

“Haha, wouldn’t that be something…” I said, lathering up the scrubby as I started to wash my body.

He said nothing as he finished washing his hair, before trading spots with me so that I could wash off.

“Would uh- Would that be a bad thing?” I asked awkwardly, wanting to break the silence.

Jacob shrugged. “Honestly, I think I’ve discovered more about myself in the last two days than ever before,” He said with a smirk.

I heard the door open again, just as I was about to ask what exactly that meant, but figured it was a conversation for another time…

“Alright, let's get you guys dried off and dressed so we can head out,” Samantha said, grabbing an extra towel from under the sink as we turned the shower off.

“Out?” I said, grabbing my towel off the rack and beginning to dry off.

“Yea, we’ve got to go move Jacob out of his parents house. Bring his stuff over here so it can feel more like home,” She said with a smile, now handing the towel to Jacob who stood awkwardly beside me in the tub.

“Can- Can I not wear a diaper today? Just for my parents' house?”

Samantha looked at him with a glance of disappointment. “Honey, it's okay to wear diapers. No one will even know.”

“I know…it's just- One last time? I promise I won’t ask again,” Jacob said.

“Fine. But just until we get back, and no diaper change tonight. This is the second rule you’ve decided to break already,” She said with a smirk before heading out of the bathroom.

~~

I could tell that Jacob was nervous for the whole car ride there. I wasn’t even sure if he had told his parents that he was moving out yet. We had stopped by a uhaul on the way and picked up a few boxes. Jacob had claimed that we didn’t need to because he didn’t have that much stuff, but Samantha didn’t care.

Eventually, we pulled into his parents driveway and all got out of the car.

“Samantha, could uh- no Mommy stuff while we're here?” Jacob said sheepishly as he closed the car door.

Samantha looked back at him with a smirk but said nothing as she made her way to the front door.

Jacob and I exchanged looks to which I just shrugged. I didn’t think she would try to make a scene or anything, but I also wasn’t really sure. A lot had happened in the last 24 hours and it was exciting to see her so amped up like this.

Jacob opened the door, and the three of us walked.

“Hey Mom-,” Jacob said, greeting his mother in the kitchen before awkwardly glancing back at Samantha and I.

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d be home. And your friends are here!” Jacob's mother said with a large smile on her face. “Come in, come in!”

“Hi, I’m Samantha,” Samantha said, leaning forward to greet Jacob’s mother. “Devin’s wife,”

“Oh yes, yes. Nice to meet you. Good to see you again too!” She said, now looking directly at me.

I nodded with a smile. “Yea! Likewise!”

“So, what are you all doing here?” Jacob’s mother asked.

“We’re-” Samantha started, before stopping to look at Jacob.

“Oh, uh- yea…I’m moving out,” Jacob said sheepishly.

“‘Bout time,” Jacob’s father called from the living room.

“Oh, that's so good to hear, dear! Are your friends gonna help you?”

“Yea…and I’ll be staying with them,” Jacob said.

Jacob’s mother’s expression perked up a little, but more in a look of disappointment than anything.

“I guess you’ve always gotta start with roommates…” She said, turning back to continue stirring her batter.

Jacob didn’t say anything, and just turned to head towards his room.

“Oh shoot, honey can you go grab the boxes?” Samantha said to me, before following Jacob down the hall.

I did as I was told and retrieved the boxes from the back of the van and carried them into Jacob's room. I hadn’t been here many times, but I remembered that it was pretty basic. A queen sized bed with a nightstand that was half falling apart, and a small Ikea desk holding up his computer setup, which had to be the most valuable thing he owned.

“Right, let's just pack everything up and we can sort it at home?” Samantha asked, looking at Jacob and I.

Jacob and I nodded.

~~

There was a knock at the door and Jacob’s father walked in.

“So you’re finally moving out, eh boy?”

Jacob nodded, refusing to make eye contact as he continued to pack up his computer.

“Not much of a warning you gave your mother and I…” He said, still standing in the doorway.

Jacob didn’t say anything.

“Shit, always quiet this one, isn’t he?” His father said, in what sounded like a gesture to Samantha or I, but I remained quiet.

“No, he's pretty obnoxious when he’s hanging out with us,” Samantha said in a peppy voice, looking over at Jacob who continued to face away from his father.

“Ha, wouldn’t I love to see that. All he does is mope about all day here at the house. ‘Bout as useless as a garden hoe if you ask me,'' He said, turning his head back down the hall.

Samantha and I looked at each other and exchanged a glance as Jacob still stayed focused on taking apart his computer setup. We remained silent, not wanting to press anything while in the house as I think we both figured it would be best to just get him back home.

And to some degree, Jacob was right. We probably didn’t need the boxes as there wasn’t much to take aside from clothes and his computer. We carried the few boxes and bags out to the van all while receiving the silent stares of his parents.

I followed Jacob back into the house while Samantha organized the bags in the trunk.

“So I guess that's it then, huh?” His father said from the living room.

“Yea- um…Got all of my stuff. Won’t be needing the furniture since they’ve got some for me to use already…” Jacob said, looking at his mom rather than his dad.

“Pfft, typical of you. Leave all the heavy lifting to you father,” He said angrily from the living room.

“Well, um- bye mom,” He said, giving a small wave to his mother in the kitchen.

“We’ll still see you every so often, right?”

“Yea…I’ll uh- still come over for the holidays I guess,”

“I better be seeing your ass more than that! Just cause your moving out doesn’t mean there isn’t work to be done around this house!” His father yelled, now getting up from the couch in what appeared to be a very drunken state.

I felt myself instinctually step forward a little, getting closer to Jacob’s side. I could see that his mother had gone back to stirring her batter, almost as if it was just a distraction method. Jacob had never talked about his family before, but I never thought about the fact that it might be rather dysfunctional.

“You're not just going to abandon this family!” His father yelled, pointing his finger directly at Jacob as he struggled with each step forward.

“Boys, in the car,” Samantha suddenly said, stepping in through the doorway behind us.

I grabbed Jacob’s arm, who very quickly turned and nearly jogged out the door to which I followed, giving Samantha a glance on my way past.

“Who the fuck do you-” The dad started.

“Pleasure meeting you both,” Samantha said before louding slamming the door, cutting off Jacob’s father.

~~

The car ride home was rather quiet as I tried to gauge how Jacob might be feeling, but I wasn’t able to see much of his face as he stared out the window, watching the different houses fly by. I couldn’t hear any signs of crying, from the look that Samantha and I had exchanged in the rear view, I got the sense that there was at least a tear or two being shed.

Finally, we pulled back into the driveway of our house, sitting quietly for a few seconds after the car turned off. We all got out of the van and grabbed what little boxes and bags there were and carried them inside, making a small pile in the corner of what was now Jacob’s room.

“So, I figured we can go through all of this, sort through what you have and more importantly what you don't have?” Samantha said, looking at the two of us.

“Great!” I said, eager to go through Jacob’s stuff since I really was not sure what, if anything he had.

Jacob sat down on the bed, spreading his hands out to feel the sheets as we watched his legs bounce off the side of the bed.

“Is uh- Is this really going to be my room?” He said sheepishly, looking up at me.

I nodded, unsure of what Jacob might be feeling or what I might need to do to help console him. Surprisingly though, it didn’t seem like I would have to as I watched a big smile come over his face as he laid back on the bed. “Thank god,” He said, letting out a sigh of relief.

Samantha looked over at me with a puzzled expression, to which I just shrugged. I could see where he was coming from.

“Can I decorate it?” Jacob asked, pushing himself up to look at me and Samantha again, obviously in a much better mood.

Samantha smiled, “Indeed you can, though I was thinking of giving it a rather fitting makeover that I think the both of you might like,”

Jacob’s face lit up as he smiled over at me. “I love it here already.”