Lil' Squirt
Note: Like my previously published story, this focuses on carefree nudity and urination. There may be an erotic or sensual aspect, but not sexual acts, and certainly not sexual acts between adults and children.
It was late in the morning when Rick woke up, as it usually was in the summer, but for once it wasn't the light seeping in around his blinds that did the trick. Though not quite noon yet, the temperature in the hottest days of the midwestern summer was already reaching for 100, and for once Rick's room wasn't a Freon-chilled fortress protecting him from it. The air in the room hung humidly over his exposed fur, and the bed already felt sticky and grimy from where the atmosphere and Rick's sweat had begun to permeate the sheets.
Grumbling, the lanky teenaged bunny sat up and swung his big footpaws to the floor, rubbing his head. Normally he would have pulled his jeans on before leaving the room, but right now the last thing that seemed like a good idea was putting more clothes on. He trudged out of his room and stumbled downstairs in his boxer shorts and sleeveless undershirt, still blinking and rubbing his eyes. It felt a little bit cooler downstairs, but nowhere near cool enough, and it hadn't done anything for the humidity.
There was a note on the table in the downstairs hall. Rick picked it up and read:
"Rick- The air conditioning broke last night. There'll be a man over to fix it tomorrow, but in the meantime we have to make do. I had to keep my date for lunch with Joyce. I'll be back about two o'clock or so. Make sure to check on Tommy when you get up-- I left him in the playpen in the kitchen so he should be fine, but check anyway. If you make yourself lunch, be sure to check if he wants a bottle, too. -Mom"
Rick put it down, sighing and tossing his head, long ears flopping. Wasn't it a bad idea to leave two-year-olds alone like that, even if there was someone sleeping in the house and even if they were in a playpen? Whatever. Rick supposed he'd better check anyway. His stomach was growling and he'd have to go into the kitchen to get his own food and to - grumble - make a bottle for the little bunny. And if he admitted it, he really did want to make sure nothing bad happened to his little bro.
As advertised, the bunny toddler was within the padded walls of his playpen on the kitchen floor, dressed in the T-shirt and diaper that were his usual indoor outfit during the warmer months. He was standing up, knees and hips wobbling a bit as he clung to the sides of the pen, no doubt having heard Rick's footsteps coming. And as soon as his older brother was actually in view, the little bun began to bawl. What had been a peacefully quiet if thick and muggy atmosphere was shattered by a volume that Rick could scarcely have imagined coming from such a little fur.
"All right, all right, god dammit. You want something to drink, right?" Rick walked past the pen without looking down again and found a clean bottle and rubber nipple from where his mother kept them. The baby formula- which was still what it was, even if Mom had switched Tommy over to a different formula for slightly older cubs- wasn't where it was supposed to be, though, or so he thought. After rifling through the cupboards a few times, Rick gave up and just filled the bottle with milk from the plastic jug in the refrigerator. It was pretty much the same thing, right? Tommy would probably like it just fine. At least it was worth a try.
When Rick offered the filled bottle to Tommy's reddened, dampened face, though, the little bunny didn't even give it the chance to be rejected based on the type of drink. He scrunched up his face and turned it away. When Rick tried to follow Tommy's lips with the muzzle, Tommy pressed his little mouth firmly shut and kept twisting his head, as though he was being given some vile medicine rather than a tasty bottle.
"Okay, okay. Not thirsty." Rick took the bottle away and set it on the counter. Tommy was still crying, only pausing for breath. "Can you tell me what you want, then?" Rick knew that Tommy had started to learn a decent number of words, but when he got emotional there was often no getting him to try to communicate even in toddler-speak. He'd just keep wailing, and that was what he was doing now. Okay, okay, what else might placate a little cub? Maybe he was tired of being in the pen. Rick leaned over the wall and picked up Tommy under the arms, hoisting the wriggling bundle of cub out of the pen and setting him down on the kitchen floor. After wobbling briefly, Tommy was able to stay standing as Rick carefully let go of him.
"Okay," said Rick. "You can run around now. I'm here to make sure you don't get into trouble." But the new degree of spatial freedom didn't seem to soothe Tommy. With his little paws hanging at his side, he just looked up at Rick and kept bawling. He was really throwing a fit. Something occurred to Rick: it *was* really hot and uncomfortable today, wasn't it? He reached down and pulled at the hem of Tommy's shirt, peeling it up and off, baring much more of the little bunny's white fur and showing his round cubby belly where it pudged out over the thick hem of the diaper.
Having his shirt taken off seemed to help a little. Tommy quieted for a moment, face giving a thoughtful look that would have been cute in less strained circumstances. For a minute Rick was hopeful. Then Tommy's face contorted and he started wailing again. It might have been a little quieter, then again, that might just mean he was getting out of breath.
"God dammit," Rick said again. He'd be driven up the wall if he had to hang out here and couldn't figure out a way to stop Tommy from crying, but it wouldn't be right to just leave the cub again. Stripping the shirt off had been a step in the right direction, maybe, but what else was there?
Rick's eyes felt on the boy's diaper. Well, it *was* the thickest and probably the hottest part of any cub's outfit. It'd be like wearing a super-heavy pair of underwear made of fleece or something, and Rick knew he would hate that during the summer, let alone on a day like today. Being a teenager taking all of a little boy's clothes off seemed creepy to Rick, even if it was his little brother, but he was desperate. Grimacing, he squatted down by Tommy. The loud crackling sound of tapes being pulled off of crinkly plastic filled the air between Tommy's cries as Rick removed the diaper.
As Rick straightened back up again, two things happened, a few moments after each other. The first was that the crying stopped again, Tommy's red eyes and damp face relaxing as he seemed to again try to figure out how to feel about the change in sensation. The second was that Tommy peed. With the little boy's diaper newly out of the way, the arc of thin golden liquid sprang freely, with only the laws of physics to control it on its way to splattering on the floor. Luckily, they were still in the kitchen, where the floor was smooth and waterproof, but Rick still bolted, after a moment staring in surprise and chagrin, to hold the open diaper out to catch his baby brother's tinkle. The faint sound of the stream's impact changed as it started drizzling into the absorbent material instead of the hard floor.
"Jeez, Tommy, you don't miss a thing, do you?" Rick was of course aware that naked baby boys could be like a loaded gun - his mother had told him of his own past incidents in that regard and had a few baby pictures that proved it - but with the typical aloofness of teenagers, he had managed to avoid being directly enough involved in taking care of his new brother that he had managed to go without being "baptized" by Tommy's little penis so far. "Don't tell me all that crying was just so that you could go potty on the floor the moment you had the chance..."
Tommy didn't answer, of course, but there was already an answer of a sort, and it was one that Rick liked, as far as it went: he hadn't started crying again. In fact, once he'd had several seconds to finish peeing freely into the diaper that Rick carefully held open and horizontal, several inches away so that it wouldn't give the cub wet fur like it would have when worn, Tommy seemed to start smiling. It almost irritated Rick, but it didn't seem like a triumphant or vindictive sort of smile. Just a nice innocent "feeling better" smile.
"Yeah, go ahead and grin," he said anyway, but without any anger in it now. "You know, just because I call you Lil' Squirt doesn't mean you have to live up to the name." He held the diaper closer to Tommy's legs to catch the boy's dribbles. "All done? You're not gonna find more the moment I take this away?" He tickled at Tommy's bare belly, half playfully, half to tease him into releasing any more urine he had tucked away. Tommy squirmed and now outright smiled and giggled, but no more squirts came from the tiny boyhood. Rick dabbed a dry part of the diaper's lining at the tip to soak away one last droplet. "All right, I need to go find a towel, since you did manage to get the floor for a few seconds. Be good."
Coming back with the towel took Rick less than a minute, but Tommy had already managed to find something new to demand his attention: the bottle poised on the kitchen counter, out of reach of the toddler. "Oh, so now you want a bottle?" Rick chuckled, but he took down the bottle and pressed it into Tommy's chubby paws. The newly comfortable and cooperative boy held it and suckled away contentedly while Rick blotted up the remaining puddle from the kitchen floor.
As he finished and looked back at the nude little bunny standing there and gulping milk from the rubber nipple, something else occurred to Rick. "Jeez, I'm just recharging you for another round, aren't I?" Tommy's bladder would fill to capacity quickly and then, if the tot was still happily naked, it would be time for more puddles. Rick thought for a moment. He'd feel bad forcing Tommy back into diapers right now, he didn't want to stand around watching the little boy like a hawk and waiting to catch the pee, and he couldn't just let Tommy stain the carpet or the furniture. That left one obvious idea. "What do you say we go outside! Hehe, since water seems to be the theme, I'll fill up your kiddie pool and we can have some fun."
Tommy proved to be only too happy to go along with this, still hydrating himself from his bottle. For his own part, Rick was surprised what a good mood he was getting to be with, especially since he was dealing with a cub who was posing him some rather aggravating problems. But... he just couldn't bring himself to really be angry at such an innocent and now content little boy. His little brother had clearly been miserable and was now the picture of cherubic contentment, and if the only price to pay for that had been a tinkle on the kitchen floor, well, that wasn't so bad. Besides, if Rick told the truth, it had been almost fun to watch and help with. Cute, for sure.
The kiddie pool was where it always lay, in the center of the back lawn. Rick picked it up at an angle and use the hose to rinse out a bit of dirt and stale water onto the grass, then put it back down and filled it up with the clear, cool water. Tommy stood off to one side and watched, still suckling at his bottle. A little self-conscious about having a naked child next to him, even if Tommy was young enough for it to be 'okay' to play naked in the backyard, Rick looked around to reassure himself that the fences around their yard were still high and thick enough that nobody could be peeping. Rick's parents had always seemed a little bit paranoid about having privacy in the backyard, erecting high and opaque wooden fences that were overgrown with plants to make it even harder for anyone to find a crack to watch through. At one point it had made Rick feel like a little bit of an outcast for not having a low fence he could talk over and climb over to visit with his friends, like the other boys at school. Now he was glad of it.
The pool was full, but Tommy was still finishing off his drink. No reason to hurry it. Let him fill all the way back up. Rick found, to his own surprise and initial shame, that he was thinking of how Tommy might end up going pee next. Would it happen invisibly while he was sitting with his hips submerged in the water? Or would Tommy be standing up and end up making a little yellow waterfall into the pool? Rick found himself hoping it was the latter so that he could watch. More than that, he found himself envying Tommy for having the choice. Rick wouldn't deny that sometimes, even at his age, he would pee in the water at the pool or the beach. But it was always underwater and with a bathing suit on. Never truly free.
Hmm... Rick looked around at the backyard walls, still high and sheltering. Nobody could see him, any more than they could see Tommy. Did he dare? Rick thought about it for a few more moments, then gulped, and before he could argue with himself anymore, pushed his underwear down and off. Despite the warmth and humidity of the day, the air felt fresh and soothing on his naked lower body, compared with the stale feeling of the underwear from before. He tried to think of what it would feel like if it had been a diaper he had removed. So much better!
Tommy slurped down the last of his milk and immediately found something new to fixate on in his older brother's new half-nudity. The toddler dropped the empty bottle carelessly on the grass and wobbled over, giggling. Rick reached down and picked Tommy up again, holding the baby bunny face-to-face. "Hey there! Yeah, I'm lettin' it all hang out, just like you. Isn't that funny? Hey, you just had a big drink, think you need to go wee-wee again already?" Tommy just giggled, and Rick smirked and rubbed noses with his baby brother. "Here, let's give it a try."
Rick walked over and stood at the edge of the wading pool, facing down over it. He turned Tommy around in his arms, holding the boy's back to his teenaged chest, and held him there with one arm while he used his other paw to tickle Tommy's lower tummy again. "Go on, try letting it out! It's the best of both worlds here, you won't have to wear a wet diaper OR make me mop up the floor..." Tommy cooed and squirmed and kicked his pudgy little legs, but no 'fountain of youth' appeared at first. "What," Rick said, "do I have to put you in a diaper and then take it off again to tell you it's time to go?"
Finally, after half a minute of teasing and tickling, one of Tommy's squirms was accompanied by the start of a tiny golden shower jetting out and into the water of the pool. The boy stopped wriggling for the moment and watched, wide-eyed, as though the sight of his body making pee was something mystical and magical. When Rick saw this, he grinned, sighed and relaxed completely, letting his own bladder be as free as Tommy's was. In moments the older bunny too was urinating into the water of the pool, his stream heavier and louder, but as hands-free and careless as a baby's. Together, toddler and teenager relieved themselves without inhibition, the older and larger stream below, the youthful one squirting out above.
"I think I'd forgotten how to do that. Thanks for teaching me again," Rick said when they both finally finished. "Good job, Lil' Squirt."
He kissed his baby brother on the cheek. Tommy just giggled.