Panty Diaper Boy & Tomboy Housemates

Meet the Family (Pt. II)

One particularly nice morning I woke before everyone as usual and was getting breakfast ready when I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was our neighbors because everyone else used the bell. Without bothering to put on pants I answered in an old t-shirt and damp diaper. 

Cheryl was standing there In her cute dress that is a little to sheer to hIde her fit body and well toned diapered bottom Ѡ. As the sun shined through the semi sheer fabric, her perky breasts showed she had no need for a bra. If she were twenty years younger and not so close a friend, I might have asked her out. Also, since my parents had died, Her and Carl kinda filled that gap.

"Hey Ma! what's up?" I greeted.

"Carl and I were gonna invite you kids to a cookout but his smoker's on the fritz. Can we use yours?" Cheryl looked unnecessarily concerned.

"No problem, but we're running low on beer and wood." I replied, But, where's Carl?"

"He's loading wood in the truck, so that's not a problem." She saId as I invited her in. "I guess we can worry about beer and stuff when he gets here."

"Beer or wine?"

"Whatever ya got."

I gave her a half bottle of some red stuff and a glass. Like I said, I'm not  a wine guy.

She poured glass then called Carl to tell him it was OK.

I was half listing to her when I finished sausage and biscuits for breakfast. I offered her one but she said she already ate. As usual the girls walked in just in time. Mags was dressed as me as me her ample breasts swaying as she rubbed the sleep outta her eyes. Her diaper had only a slight wet spot exposing the blue indicator. Ashley had already removed her obviously soaked Tykable and put it in the pail outside. I poured coffee for them and leaned against the counter when I saw Carl pulling his Ford Ranger around back through the french doors.

I put on my flip flops and joined him as the ladies chatted inside. Carl looked humorous in his bermuda shorts, sandals with socks, and too small t-shirt revealing the diaper sticking above the waistband. He was unloading the wood when I called out...

"Hey, Carl ya need help!"

"Nah, But I'll take a beer if ya got one!"

"No problem!" I went back inside and checked the fridge. We were down to one twelve pack and a few loose beers.

"Hey Mags?" I asked, "Do you guys think you guys could go on a beer run a little later?"

"How much later?" 

"A twelve pack and a few strays." I gave a quizzed look.

"Oh shit! BEERMERGENCY! WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!" Mags shouted "We better sound the alarm!"

We all laughed!

"Sure I'll get go in a few." she said after we calmed down.

I grabbed two beers and headed back out to Carl. 

After we got the fire stoked, he pulled out a brisket it looked partially cooked and was still warm. He placed on the grill and joined me on the deck.

"It's gone a little cool but I think I can salvage it by by this by dinner. Do you think you can manage till then?" He asked.

Looking at the imaginary watch not on my arm. "I think we can manage till then." I raised my beer and took another swig. "As long as we got beer." ... "Think you can manage while I get cleaned up?" I nodded to my now completely wet diaper.

He just nodded.

I pulled off my wet diaper and dropped it on top of Ashley's in the can by the gate and walked back in bottomless.

Ashley was sitting alone in the family room sipping a daiquiri. She wore just a well worn long t-shirt that said "Save the panties —Go commando."

It had a picture of a ladies Bare Bottom Airbrushed in the background. I always smiled when I saw that t-shirt. I had it made years ago for her birthday. (Story for later)

"Where's the gals?"

"Oh they went to the store for supplies." She shifted looking at me with her knees on her chest exposing her perfectly shaved Pie and honey hole to me. She didn't do this to be sexy or cute that was just the way she sat while talking around us.

I learned in a human behavior course exposing genitalia was a subconscious sign of comfort and trust. Mr. Willy thought it was an invitation to have a peek and half stood to get a one-eyed look. 

Ignoring it my rude slender body part, I asked, "Why didn't you go with them?"

"They were going grocery shopping too, so I stayed home." 

I sympathized, the closest grocery store was ten miles away, "I'm gonna get cleaned up. Why don't you keep Carl company?"

"Sounds great, we'll play rummy!"

She loved that game.

I thought of another shirt for her. "Rummy on The Table, Rummy in My Tummy."  I was thinking of a nice saying while I took a shower. 

When I got out I could hear Cheryl and Mags unloading groceries fumbling around in the kitchen. I put on just a thong,  and shirt then helped them unpack. They got enough beer, wine, and booze to last a while. The garage fridge, and wet bar on the deck were full. I even had to put a twelver in a cooler. This was gonna be a great cookout.

I decided it was such a beautiful day I decided not to wear anything but flip flops and my thong. I walked outside completely nude from the waist down except a thong ready to enjoy the sunny day.

Ashley was still in a t-shirt and nothing else bent over the rail of the deck. I placed my hand on her bottom and she put hers on mine. We stood there for a while. Cheryl was in a bikini top and cute diaper standing by Carl in nothing but a t-shirt. He had a large long pinus that hung between his legs. His testes were trimmed and his anus was pink. I wondered why ours were tan colored. I joked with Ash.

"I wouldn't want that thing in me.'

We both giggled and she ticked my anus with her pinky poking in in just a little. I jumped a little but laughed, "Thanks I needed that." 

Ash could be very mature and wise she she wanted too, but mostly we teased and tickled each other.