Justin and Mia

Chapter 4

As the juice spread across his lap, Justin's face turned a deep shade of red. The sensation was all too familiar for him, reminding him of a very similar moment from years ago. When it happened to him as a child, he was too shocked and scared to speak up for himself. Now, however, he was not going to let his reputation fall again.

"No I didn't!" He yelled, admittedly sounding a bit childish. "She spilled her juice on me!"

Amy immediately rushed over to her son and started dabbing his lap with a paper towel, while comfortingly rubbing his shoulder.

"Honey, I think we both know that's not true." Amy said sympathetically. As much as she hated to admit it, she had zero confidence in her son's bladder control.

"Yeah, Justin." Mia said begrudgingly. "Unlike some of us, I'm a big kid. I don't spill my drinks. But that does give me an idea! Maybe Justin should start using a sippy cup, you know, just in case." She then laughed when her brain registered the end of her sentence. "Ha! Justin Case! That's what we should start calling you! You know, since you have so many accidents!"

"That's enough, Mia." Amy said in a disciplinarian voice, but still not harsh enough for Justin's liking.

Mark and Mia just exchanged smiles with each other.

"It might not be a bad idea, though." Amy admitted, responding to the sippy cup suggestion.

"Mom!!" Justin objected.

"It's just in c..." Amy started saying before catching herself. Mis smirked at the gaff. "It's just a precaution." Amy fixed her sentence. "There's going to be some changes coming up as we adjust to these accidents and you know how nervous you get. I don't think a spill is out of the question."

"But, mom!" Justin said, now whining like a 4 year old.

"No buts, Justin." Mark said, authoritative. "Listen to your mother. No go to your room and change out of those pissy pants. I think you've lost your underwear privileges for the day so I expect to see you in a pull-up when you come back down."

"But, it was Mia..." Justin again tried to defend himself.

"Stop blaming your sister!" Mark yelled, slamming his fist down onto the breakfast table, starting Justin.

If his pants weren't already wet, they would be now as the fear caused the young man's bladder to seize and let a soft stream enter into his underpants.

"Now Mia didn't pee your pants." Mark continued his lecture. "But since you are so eager to include her in your little escape, then we'll just go ahead and do that." He then took his eyes off Justin and looked towards his daughter. "Mia, I want you to act as Justin's babysitter moving forward. You're going to help him in his little potty training process. He is to be treated as a toddler at all times. Can you do that, sweetie?"

Mia smiled ear to ear. This was more than she could dream of.

"Yes, daddy." The 18 year old girl responded.

Justin was completely flustered by not only the fact he was going to be treated as a child, but even more so that his caretaker in the endeavor was his stepsister who was several months younger than him.

"Mom, please." Justin cried to his mother.

Amy's heart ached for her son, but she believed this was best for him.

"I think this is what you need now, sweetie." Amy said, her voice filled with sorrow. "Mia, go help your brother get changed."

Mia climbed from her seat and took her stepbrother's hand.

"Cole on, buddy. Let's go get you fixed up." She said with a tone reminiscent of a caregiver to a toddler. "No need to be embarrassed. Accidents happen to little ones like you all the time."

Amy bit her lip as she fought back tears watching her son get humiliatingly led away to be put back in training pants yet again. She absolutely hated that his life had returned to this point, but she knew all too well that this forced regression was necessary. It worked on him as a child and, as Amy was going to have to soon confess, it worked on her as well.

Mark saw the sadness in his wife's face, and for a moment his cruelty was replaced by a brief touch of empathy.

"Babe." He said in a soft tone. "I'm all for humiliating the kid a bit, but do you really want to go full toddler treatment? I think diapers are plenty."

"No." Amy responded. "This is what's best. He needs a redo."

"And what makes you so sure?" Mark questioned.

Amy didn't answer. She just wiped away a tear and left the room, leaving Mark puzzled yet still slightly amused.

"Ha." He laughed under his breath, returning back to his paper. "Justin Case."

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