Secrets in A Small Town

20

They go back to work the next morning. Brooke leaves before Cade. She kisses him quickly before rushing out the door with a bagel in one hand a coffee mug in the other.

Cade gets up, having never been in Brooke's place alone before. He can't help but look at the walls as he is getting dressed. They are covered in pictures. Everything from cheer competitions, and graduation, all the way back to baby pictures. The one where she could be no more than a year old, with each of her parents holding one hand gives him goosebumps. He is envious for a moment. He wishes he had had those things.

He makes his way into the bathroom. His diaper is wet between his legs, but his bladder is still telling him to go. He peels it off, sliding it down his legs. He isn't sure why he buries it in the trash can, it's not like it's any secret.

These are nowhere near as discreet as the other ones. They are white, puffy, crunchy and might as well have Looney Tunes characters printed on them.

He examines the burn, before sliding on a fresh one, it is no longer bloody and p***y, more of a skinny, purple scar. It only hurts to the touch.

He isn't upset in particular. He knows he needs them. He knows Brooke doesn't mind. Knows his fear of anyone actually noticing them through his pants is all in his head.

He pulls his darkest, most loose fitting pair of jeans on anyway, along with a black t shirt, he will put his hardware vest on over at work.

He tucks two extras of each in the backpack just incase.

He tucks the backpack behind the back seat in his truck.

Work is long for both of them. Both thinking about each other all day long. Cade is assisting a customer when he starts to feel himself needing the bathroom. He steps away quickly, not wanting to have the dreaded accident he was avoiding all day. He doesn't want to have to make the walk of shame to his truck and clean himself up.

He doesn't make it in time. It's pouring out of him as he walks towards the restrooms. He keeps expecting to feel warmth running down his legs, but he doesn't. Once he gets to the bathroom, he rips down his pants in the stall. The diaper is now puffy and squishy. He bites his lip. He has 45 minutes left of his shift, he would be fine until then.

Brooke had worked hard all day, trying not to think about Cade or what he might be doing. She has an weird feeling of guilt. Like she just had a baby and she already has him in daycare at 3 days old. It's unexpected.

She knows it is irrational, that they can't be together every minute of every day. She just can't get Cade's face out of her mind. The way he was totally submissive under her care, how he snaps two at her touch.

So she avoids the thoughts completely.

"Cade is fine." She tells herself as she stares in the bathroom mirror.

Cade pulls his pants back up.

"I will be fine." He says out loud.

Brooke stays 15 minutes late, to finish up a data case, while Cade is relieved 5 minutes early.

He beats Brooke home by ten minutes. His burn is on fire, as the urine soaks into it. It had rubbed enough today to start to bleed again. He had hoped Brooke would be home to help him. He lays naked on the bed until she gets home.

She walks in no more than five minutes later, throwing her purse on the couch. She strolls to the bedroom, expecting Cade to be asleep on the bed. She jumps back when she sees his naked body sprawled across her bed.

"What are you doing?" She laughs.

Cade blushes.

"I just got home."

It's then she notices the burn between his legs.

"Oh my gosh, that's awful, Cade." She says, walking up to closer inspect it.

"Yeah, I didn't...really know what to do with it...So I waited for you."

That was sort of a lie, Cade could clean it up himself, it was more a matter of not wanting to. He sits up and she plants herself on his knee.

She kisses him on the mouth, once, then again. She quickly notices his naked d**k is hard and erect poking her in the stomach. She guides her hand between his legs, ever so gently and begins to message it, soft hands gliding up and down.

Cade moans, in desperation. It has been a long, long time. However it has been well over an hour since he had the accident and he is starting to feel the need arise. Each time she strokes it, he is reminded of the growing need, both to pee and c*m. Brooke stops to quickly yank off her shirt and pants, leaving her in a matching Victoria's Secret bra and panty set. That only makes Cade even more desperate.

She lays him down, slowly climbing on top of him and stroking again.

"Brooke." He chokes after a moment.

"What?"

"I'm about to-" He bites his lip.

Brooke smiles, shedding the rest of her clothes and pushes his d**k inside of her. He moans loudly.

She hadn't let him finish though, he can feel the pee on the tip of his d**k. His bladder is pounding, needing to be released. It's not full, but he is at the point where he would usually be on the verge of an accident, but Brooke is sliding up and down on top of him. His balls ache.

Then Brooke starts going faster, suddenly, he feels himself cumming hard into her body, orgasming to the point where he can't control him body. Immediately once the orgasm stops, he feels himself peeing, inside of her.

"Get off," He says desperately. She too can feel what is going on and slides off. Cade manages to somewhat tap off the stream. He holds himself and twists his legs together.

"It's coming out." He says desperately, still holding himself.

Brooke looks around hastily when she notices the pack of diapers still on the dresser. She grabs one and rips the sides open, cupping it around Cade's crotch. He moves his hands quickly, letting go. Brooke holds it between his legs.

Cade's body begins to orgasm again with the relief.

Once he taps out, he opens his eyes. Brooke is kneeling on the floor, folding up the now used diaper.

"I'm sorry." He says, feeling very embarrassed and ashamed.

"It's okay. I didn't know you had to go." She feels bad too, wishing she had listened when he tried to tell her.

She pulls him in for a hug after disposing of the diaper.

"The bed is dry." She says smiling.

Cade smiles a little bit, face still red. Once the adrenaline fades, he remembers the immense pain between his legs again. The burn is flared, along with the rash from the chafing.

Brooke takes his hand and guides him to the shower. She leaves the water on lukewarm.

She washes his body. As she is rubbing her hands along his back, he falls into her, leaning his head on her shoulder. She rubs the soap up and down over his body, letting the water stream between them.

They sit in there for quite a while. Once they get out, Cade suggests they go somewhere to eat. Brooke can't really protest as she hasn't been grocery shopping in weeks and there is not too much more than bread and butter in the house.

"Lay down." Brooke says, before Cade gets dressed.

She has a first aid kit in her hand, which she is rummaging through.

"We don't have any bandages." She says.

Cade sighs.

"What should I do with it?" He asks.

"Maybe let it air out a bit?"

"What do you mean?" He asks.

Brooke shrugs.

"Wear something loose and maybe..." she trails off.

"Remember what happened last time I went out without ...." He trails off too.

"It's up to you, but it's never going to heal all bundled up like that."

He seems to consider that.

"What if I have an accident though?"

"I'm just saying, that's the only way it is going to get better."

He sighs again.

Brooke leans down and applies the cream generously. First on the burn then around the rest of his crotch.

"Put these on." She says, tossing him a pair of basketball shorts.

"What about underwear?" He asks.

"Go commando." She laughs.

Cade insists on taking his truck, but Brooke drives. She knows it's so he won't have an accident on her seats. She doesn't argue.

They pull up into Arby's.

"Do you want to go in?" She asks.

Cade shakes his head, nervously.

"Babe, it's okay. You don't need to worry." She leans over and squeezes his hand. It doesn't make him feel better though.

"I'm right here." She says.

As usual, that is what comforts Cade. She isn't exactly sure how it is relevant, but she can tell he likes hearing it.

They are joined by no more than a dozen other patrons in the restaurant. Cade instantly goes cold when they walk in the door.

They sit down after they order their food.

"How was work?" She asks, taking in a drink of her Dr.Pepper.

"It was okay." Cade says, looking around and rubbing his hands together.

Brooke nods.

"It was a long day." She agrees.

Cade doesn't respond, just continues to look around nervously.

"Cade." She says after a long silence between the two.

He turns toward her, but his mind is still elsewhere.

"Cade, look at me."

He is biting his lip.

She moves from her own side of the booth and slides in on his. She throws her arm around his shoulder.

"You're okay." She messages his shoulder with the hand slung over his neck.

Cade is quiet.

"You went years without wearing diapers, you were fine." It sounds more unsympathetic than it was intended.

"I just mean, you were okay all that time, why are you so nervous now?"

Cade shakes his head.

"I was never okay."

Just then their name is called for their food. Brooke quickly jumps up to grab it, grateful she doesn't have to find a response to that.

They eat in silence too, Cade shoving his food down his throat.

He scurries off to the bathroom when he finishes.

He is gone for far too long. Brooke starts to get worried. She is just about to text him when there is suddenly a woman sitting across from her.

She jumps in her seat.

"Is that Caden?" She points toward the bathroom.

Brooke looks around too. She has no idea where this woman came from.

"Who are you?" She asks somewhat rudely.

"I was his foster mom for a year." She says anxiously.

Brooke looks past her toward the bathroom when her heart begins to race.

"How is he doing?" She asks, eyes as big as saucers.

Brooke stands up, backing away from the table. The woman stands up too, hastily.

"I have to go."

The woman grabs her arm.

"Has he said anything to you? Don't believe what he says. That kid is a no good liar." She pulls away and suddenly Cade is at her side.

"Let her go!" She pulls Brooke back away from the woman.

"Come on, Brooke. We gotta go." He pulls her out the door and runs to the truck. He sits in the drivers seat this time and quickly asks for the keys.

He pulls out quickly and starts rushing home. His hands are shaking. The ride is dead silent.

Cade shoves the car in park and runs into the house.

Brooke follows behind slowly. Cade is pacing around the house.

"Cade," she says as he stalks away.

"Cade!" She says more forcefully.

She grabs him by the sleeve of his shirt. His face is white as a ghost.

"Are you going to talk to me? What's going on?"

His breathing is heavy and ragged. He sits down on the couch.

"It all started when I was five years old..."