One Man & Three Incontinent Sisters

Chris Stewart never really considered himself lucky. Sometimes he'd find that when things were going good then suddenly everything would push him back to square one. At least, that was what he thought...

He still couldn't believe that his girlfriend, now ex, of five years would up and dump him. Not only that, but take practically everything in hopes of making him suffer. Being evicted from his apartment, the job he worked for since he'd gotten out of high school now had him on administrative leave pending an investigation, and his bank accounts were frozen, all from that bitch who he thought he loved, only to find out that it was a one sided relationship.

One thing Chris could breath a small sigh of relief from was he had a damn good lawyer on his side, who'd never lost a case and would go to hell and back for him to sue the cunt and, for the most part, repair any damages to his reputation. The thing though was he had to pay his attorney for her help... and not in the form of currency.

The taxi Chris was riding in stopped in front of a house in the suburbs. After paying the driver with some of the cash in hand and collecting what belongings he had left, Chris slowly walked up the to the front door. He didn't want to knock on the door, but he had little choice in the matter. Taking a deep breath of composer, he knocked on the door, secretly praying none of the occupants were home. This was in vain of course as the dark spruce door slowly opened to reveal a familiar female face, the face of both his previously mentioned attorney... as well as his older sister, Hannah Stewart.

Hannah's face beamed when she laid eyes on her younger brother, "Welcome home Chris!" She said with enthusiasm. Chris could only smile at his sister, until she fully opened the door making the young man groan internally. While Hannah wore a tank top with a thin sweater on top, her lower half was that of an adult sized medium diaper, and judging by the color on the front, it had been used recently.

"H-Hannah, could you please cover yourself?" Chris murmured, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh Chris," Hannah teased with a small giggle, "you still can't be embarrassed seeing me in a diaper? Why you were changing me when you got out of yours." The fact that she brought up their childhood brought back some repressed memories that Chris didn't want to remember.

"No... It's the fact you're standing where everyone outside can see you!" Chris emphasized behind him, though there wasn't anyone actually there.

Hannah just rolled her eye's at her male sibling. "You've never changed." She giggled at her pun as she moved out of the way to let him in to the two story home. "Your bedroom is upstairs," She paused, looking up and taking a deep breath, "which should be ready!" She shouted to the top of the stairs.

"Jesus! We know already!" A female voice shouted back from the second floor. "We're almost done!" Came another female voice from the same place.

"Well hurry up!" Hannah replied, though Chris wanted to crawl into a ball and die, "Your big bro is here!" Before he could do anything to shut her up, Chris heard the stereo squeals of the two female voices along with the thunder of two sets of legs heading straight for him. Sure enough, he could recognize the identical faces of Taylor & Gwen Stewart, his and Hannah's youngest set of twin sisters. Not only were their faces were what caught his eye, but also their lower halves were at his eye level, particularly the garments they were wearing: two identical adult diapers with patterns on them, one colored pink and the other baby blue, including the evidence that both were not just wet, but also sagged in the back.

One thing to learn about Chris and his three sisters was that they were unique. That being, out of all four children born in the Stewart house, only three of them never developed the necessary muscles to fully control their bladder and bowels, rendering them incontinent. What was strange about the whole thing was it only the girls that had the condition, while the only boy, Chris, was fully developed. It was baffling to the medical community and no real diagnosis or cause was ever placed. The popular theory was that the condition was a hereditary birth defect that was more dominate with those with two X chromosomes compared to just an X and Y, but there wasn't any evidence to support it. Either way, the family had to deal with it, which was easier said than done for Chris. While the girls had stronger wills and could shrug off the bullying and teasing, he however had it worse. Even though he didn't deserve anything of the ****, Chris was the target of every bully, mean girl, cocky dickhead and malicious trickster; from leaving baby stuff on his desk, stuffing his locker with diapers, sometimes even used, having his lunch stolen and a gallon of baby food getting dumped on his head, to replacing his gym clothes with a bunny onesie. It was the brother being punished for just existing, and his sister's knew this.

While growing up, Hannah, Taylor and Gwen did everything in their power to help Chris. Each sister would try to cheer him up in their own way, and it worked... somewhat. No matter how many times they tried, Chris' depression got worse and worse. Thankfully, after some therapy and medication, he was home schooled along with his sisters. However, his sadness and depression was quickly replaced with cringe and embarrassment. While the girls had gotten used to wearing diapers and even embraced the Adult Baby/Diaper Lover lifestyle, the same could not be said of the eldest Stewart son. He didn't know how many times he'd walked in on one or more of them changing, or for them to ask him to change them like it was no big deal. Now that he was living with his three incontinent sisters, he'd have try and get used to it again.

The twins hugged their older brother from both sides, their wet padding squishing against his crotch and ass and sending a chill up his spine and blood to where he didn't want it to go. Thankfully, they let him go. "Welcome home big bro!" The two said in unison. "We got your room ready." Taylor bounce over to take his hand to lead him, only for Gwen to grab the other, "Wait! We should show him around the house first." She countered, "We got the whole basement set up like a nursery any everything." The two stared at each other like cats ready to strike each other.

"Break it up you two," Hannah intervened, "there will be plenty of time to show him around the house later. For now I need to get dinner ready and I think Chris would want to relax after his long ride." The twins made a disappointed groan like two children who's mother had just laid down the law, "Also go to the bathroom and change your butts before they stink." Both Gwen and Taylor sulked away to the bathroom, leaving Hannah and Chris alone again. Before she turned to leave for the kitchen, Hannah enveloped her sibling in a bone crushing hug, "I'm glad you're with us again." She whispered in his ear. Shortly there after, Hannah let him go and left for the kitchen, leaving Chris standing there in the foyer.