Brotherly love.Creature Feature fan fic.

Chapter 17. Bedwetter.

It was 3 days after Erik's last spanking, he had been more behaved but he started to have a problem. He started to wet the bed. All the time Erik had to get up in the night just the wash his blankets and sheets. Thing is, Curtis was woken up by the sound of the washing machine and the dryer. He would always ask Erik why he was washing his bedding in the middle of the night and Erik would always say he spilled soda on them. Curtis didn't believe Erik, he knew he was wetting the bed. He just didn't know why he was lying about it.

Erik's P.O.V.

I groan as I wake up and feel a wetness. I look down and see that I had wet the bed again. I sigh and take my bedding to the laundry room after getting changed and put it in the washer. As soon as the washer started running Curtis appeared at the doorway and said "Spilled soda again?" I sighed and said "Yeah" Curtis then said "Okay, that's it, stop lying. I know you've been wetting the bed" I blush and put my head down and try not to cry. I wasn't gonna cry because of embarrassment, I was gonna cry because of fear. Curtis could sense that I was scared and gonna cry so he walked over and embraced me and said "Why have you been lying to me about this?" I sniffled and said "I was scared"
"Why would you be scared? You don't have to be scared. I'm not gonna spank you for wetting the bed" Curtis said,
"But my parents did" I said sadly.
"What?" Curtis says with a hint of anger.
"I have had a bedwetting problem my whole life. It stopped when I was 23 but it came back. When I was younger and I wet the bed my parents would get angry at me and they would spank me for it. But that didn't help, it made it worse, and it made me grow to be scared" I said as a few tears rolled down my cheeks. Then I said "But I got the problem because of them. I was not allowed to leave my bed after 8pm even if I had to pee cause my mom said I was just making excuses so I wouldn't have to go to bed. When I got out of bed my dad would slap me and put me back in bed. I was so scared to get out of  bed even when I needed to use the bathroom that I would just fall asleep and not go and I developed a bedwetting problem" Curtis rubbed my back and said "I'm so sorry. And I'm not like your parents. I'm not gonna spank you because you wet the bed, I'm not even gonna get mad at you for it. But I am mad at you for lying to me" I whimper cause I have a feeling Curtis is going to spank me for lying to him. And he does.

Curtis turned me around and made me bend over the dryer. I cry as I wait for the swats to come, but when they do come, they don't hurt. Curtis gave me love taps that don't hurt but are more comforting in a way. Curtis then pulls me into a hug and says "Don't lie to big brother" I nod and  apologize.

Curtis then breaks the hug and says he had to go get somethings and told me to stay in the house. I nodded to show I understood and then Curtis left. While Curtis was gone I just waited for my bedding to get out of the washer. Once my bedding was washed and dried I went upstairs to make my bed and as soon as it was made it I heard Curtis calling for me downstairs.

I went downstairs and saw that Curtis had this package of something. When I realized they are pull-ups I cried and said I didn't want to wear them. Curtis comforted me, saying that there was nothing wrong with wearing them and that I need to wear them. I refused to put one on  and I was kinda bratty about it. Though instead of Curtis getting angry at me, he just gave me this sad look. I can tell by the look that he feels bad for me.  "If you put them on, I'll make you a special dinner tomorrow" Curtis says,
"What is it?" I ask, Curtis smiled and said "You'll figure it out if you put the pull-ups on. Come on, I just don't want you to ruin your bedding by washing it a million times" I sigh and agree to put them on.

Once I walk out of the bathroom with the pull-up on, I look at Curtis with a pleading look, silently asking him to not make me wear these. Curtis frowns but picks me up with ease and he gives me a few more love taps on my bottom and I knew it was a comfort thing and it worked for some reason. Curtis then carried me into the kitchen and showed me the items on the counter. There were two quarts of light cream, a package of boneless skinless chicken breasts, a bag of broccoli, tow bags of colorful tortellini, three jars of grated Parmesan cheese, a big jar of minced garlic, and two loaves of French bread. I can't figure out what Curtis is going to make and I'm not sure if it's gonna be good.  "Can you guess what I'm going to make?" Curtis asks me, when I shake my head Curtis says "I'm making creamy chicken and broccoli Alfredo wth homemade garlic bread" I thought about it and that actually does sound good. Curtis then says "Come on now, you go to bed. I gotta put this stuff away" and he sets me down. I just look at him with a sad look. I really don't want to sleep alone. Curtis must be able to tell cause he says "Climb into my bed, I'll be up shortly" he then turns me around and gives me a firm but gentle swat on my bottom to get me going. I quickly head upstairs to Curtis' room.