The last time I saw Blake the two of us were being pulled apart from one another. The two of us had gone through some pretty traumatic things together and in the end all we wanted was each other. The courts deemed that the two of us staying together and in contact any further could result in one or both of us trying to run away to be together. To the court's credit, we did think about that several times when we were on our scheduled supervised visits. 
   The situation didn’t even seem real. My eyes began to swell up as I looked at Blake. She was beautiful. The whole world seemed to melt around us as we stared at each other. As I walked towards her my feet felt heavy. Each step felt like I had a sandbag attached to my legs. The crinkling of my diaper, which should have been audible, was muted. Come to think of it, the rest of the world around me seemed to be muted as well. None of that mattered though. All that I cared about was getting to hold Blake in my arms again. 
   As I moved forward, I saw that Blake had not moved from the position she was in. To be exact, no one had moved from where they were. I stopped walking and looked around. Everyone looked further away than they originally were. I started to walk again. I was moving but no one else was. I felt like I was on a treadmill. I started to run, my feet still felt heavy but I pushed through. No matter how fast I ran the distance never seemed to close. It seemed the harder I ran the further away Blake got “Blake, wait come back.” I shouted, reaching my hand out to her as she faded into the dark. 
   When she was gone from my vision I fell to my knees in exhaustion and kept my eyes fixed on the area where she disappeared. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. The pain of losing her again beginning to rip at my heart. “I don’t want to lose you again.” I said softly as I began to cry. 
   When I woke up, I was back in bed, just like in the dream Billy was in my bed cuddled up next to me and Mike was in his bed. The dream felt so real. So real that I had to dry my eyes from the tears. 
   I got out of bed, trying my best to not disturb him, then again he’s like Mike and sleeps like a damn rock. I grabbed my Batdog blanket and walked down to the living room. It was still really early, the sun hadn’t even risen yet. I walked over to the living room to see that my mom was on the couch watching TV. When dad works graveyard shifts, mom will usually wake up early in the morning to greet him when he gets home. 
   “Well good morning birthday boy, what are you doing up this early?” She greeted me as I walked over to the couch. 
   I didn’t say anything as I walked up. My head hung low as I trudged forward. Being the amazing mother she is, she could already tell something was wrong with me. As I reached the couch she picked me up, because she’s a dragon and has amazing strength, and placed me on her lap. “What’s wrong baby?” She tried to pick up my chin but I was too quick and buried my face into her chest. I wrapped my arms around her and started to cry again. 
    Without hesitation she picked up my blanket and draped it over my back. She began to rub my back and gently rock me. “It’s okay sweetie. Mommies here.” She said to me softly, trying to soothe me. She sat back on the couch and held me close. “It’s okay Jake, let it all out. We can talk when you’re ready.” 
   After a few minutes I started to feel better. Mom really knew how to make you feel safe. The back rubs really helped. When I stopped crying I looked up to her and sniffled a little. She looked down to me and kissed the top of my head. “Are you feeling better? She asked, resting my head on her shoulder. I simply nodded to question and wrapped my arms around her. I felt one of her hands go down to my diaper and check it. Holding onto me she stood up and walked me over to her room. “Come on, let’s get you out of the messy diaper and you can tell me what’s upsetting you. 
   Mom made quick work of the diaper change and cuddled up in bed with me. I rested my head on her chest and she held me close to her. She continued to stroke my back and every now and again scratch behind my ears. “Tell me what happened sweetie, what made you so upset this morning.” 
   I gave a heavy sigh and swallowed hard in an attempt to not cry again. “I had a dream about Blake. I dreamt that he was here and that he finally got to be a girl. In the dream the social workers brought him over and the closer I got to him the further away he got. No matter how hard I tried to get to him He and everyone else around me got further away.” My attempt at not crying didn’t work. I started to cry again.  
   “Honey, I can’t even begin to imagine what you and Blake went through in that orphanage. The bond you share was forged in the most traumatic of circumstances. I know it hurt when they took you away from Blake.” She stayed silent for a moment. I felt my head being lifted. My mom picked my head up so I was looking into her beautiful draconic eyes. “I can’t promise anything, but your father and I are going to do whatever we can to see what kind of contact we can get for you and Blake. Even if it’s just a phone call on the weekends. Your father and I will do what we can.” She kissed me on the nose and wiped my tears away. 


   Because of the trauma that Blake and I went through in the orphanage, part of the court's decision to keep us out of juvenile detention was that Blake and I needed to be split up and not allowed to know where the other one lives and absolutely no contact in anyform was to be allowed. The judge said that after time had passed and each of us had properly adapted to our new surroundings and we showed no signs of possible predatory behavior or nature. They would consider opening up communication. 
   To break it down, the judge was concerned that because we were going to areas to let our new sexualities be free, specifically for me, wearing and using diapers 24/7 and having sex with anyone over the age of 6, letting Blake and I be in contact with each other we could potentially work out a pedophile/sextraficing ring. The showing signs of predatory behavior or nature basically means that we arent’t trying to rape or molest anyone on our new homes. I know it sounds crazy, but it kept me from going away with the ones who tortured me for years. I can understand where the judge was coming from and I know the social workers assigned to Blake and I fought hard to make sure we didn't suffer for the crimes of the others in the orphanage. It still doesn't ease the ache in my heart everytime I think of Blake. 
   Any predatory behavior has to be reported no matter what. I was caught a few times groping my brothers in their sleep. When they would come into my bed in the middle of the night. I would grope their diapers. I remember one night I grinded my diaper against the back of Mike’s diaper while my finger went in through the leg hole of his diaper and I fingered his slit till his little cock came out. I jerked him off till he came. I continued grinding on his diaper until I came too. The last time I did anything to my siblings when they were asleep was when my siblings and I were on the couch watching a movie before bed. Sally was asleep in my lap, there was a blanket over us. I slipped my hand under her nightshirt and down the front of her diaper and started to gently massage the front of my own diaper as I fingered her little slit. She reached her orgasm. I took my hand out of her diaper and let her stretch. She partially woke up as I continued to massage the front of my diaper, desperate to cum at this point. Sally sat up and stretched before turning around to straddle my lap. Her diaper grinded against mine as she laid her head down on my shoulder and she wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed my cheek and rested her head on my shoulder. “Good night big brother, I love you.” She adjusted her sitting position one last time, pressing her diaper into mine causing me to cum. 
   I bit my tongue getting ready to suppress a moan. I felt my dick twitching in my diaper and the cum, shooting from the tip. I didn’t feel an orgasm come on, I actually felt disgusted with myself. Later that night when we all went to bed, I thought about what I had been doing. My siblings accepted me with open arms and were open to sexual exploration with me. I was taking advantage of that for my own selfish gratification. 
   The next morning I told my parents what I had been doing. To no surprise they weren’t happy to hear what I had been doing. Everything I had done was reported and I was to be monitored by either my mother or father at all times until I showed no more signs of wanting to molest my siblings or anyone else. 
    My parents said they were upset about what I had done but that it took courage and a mature mind to come forward and say what I had done. Despite that I was still punished for it. I was spanked, grounded. I wasn’t allowed to watch TV or play games, if I wasn’t eating, cleaning or doing homework I was sat on a chair in my parents bedroom until bedtime. I deserved every second of it. There is one punishment I will say that I didn’t deserve. Having to go with my dad while he ran his weekend errands wearing nothing but a short t-shirt, my diaper and socks and shoes. 
   The monitoring and punishments lasted for about 6 months. I did everything I could to be on my best behavior and show that I wasn’t going to be doing anything like that again. 


  “What about what I did when I moved in? Isn’t the judge going to see that?” 
   She rested my head on her chest again. “You let your father and I worry about that. You haven’t molested anyone since that time.” She gave a good swat to the back of my diaper. “Right?” 
   “No I haven’t. I promise.” I said, shaking my head violently. 
   “Then I don’t see why we can’t talk to the judge and try to get him to let you and Blake write letters to each other.” She leaned in to kiss me again. “Remember, no promises.” I nod my head as she ruffles hair. “Now come on, It’s your birthday. My babies aren’t allowed to be sad on their birthdays.” She said, giving my stomach a tickle. “Your father is going to be home soon, I’m gonna go get breakfast ready. She said getting out of bed and standing up. “Do you want to stay here in bed and sleep for a little or come with me to the kitchen?” 
   I didn’t say anything, I simply scooted out of bed and held my mom's hand as we walked into the kitchen together. “Mom, can we have chocolate chip waffles for breakfast?”
   “It’s your birthday baby, you can have whatever you want.”