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PART 30
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This is from an email Amy sent to Ollie. 12-year old Amy is Cody’s twin sister. Read previous Cody chapters to find out more about them:

Since I took charge of Cody, bathtime has become one of my favorite parts of the day. Mom has said that Cody’s bath is my responsibility, but she’ll always try to make time for it too, because we should make it a family moment for the three of us to be together.

So at the same time each night I announce that it’s time for Cody’s bath, and I send him to fetch mom if she’s somewhere else in the house.

Then both of us take Cody to the bathroom. I sometimes take his hand and lead him as if he was a little boy. Since he accepted my authority, he’s become such a pet, so submissive and eager to please. It’s been a huge turnabout in his attitude, I can tell you. For the better, I mean.

Sometime he hesitates to follow an order, but all it takes is for me to look at him sternly and remind him that I'm the big sister now and I’m in charge. It doesn’t even happen very often. Mostly, he does as I tell him quickly enough, particularly since I have been working on his obedience training.

In a way, I think he’s kind of relieved I’m in charge. Since he started taking Puericil he’s become less self-confident, and I think he was feeling kind of overwhelmed trying to keep up making decisions and standing up for himself. If you had told me a year ago that Cody would be taking all my orders I would have thought you were dreaming, but it’s exactly what’s happened. Puericil is great!

Mom says that having me look out for him and protect him from bullies at school makes him feel safe, and that’s why he follows me around and hangs on my every word. That my being strong and authoritative makes him feel secure, because it means he has someone strong looking out for him. She tells me I must not use my authority to bully him or be mean to him, but that I must make sure he knows I’m in charge and that he must always do as I say. That works for me just fine. Even though we used to fight all the time and say mean things to each other, Cody is still my twin brother. I don’t really want to be mean to him or for him to be hurting.

But I have to admit having such complete authorite over him makes me feel good. It makes me feel like I have won in our life-long fight. Perhaps a bit immature of me, but it’s how I feel. I think you would understand that better if you had been bickering with a brother all your life. (I mean, I know you have Benji, but that’s different because you two have never really bickered. You’ve been in charge from the beginning, since he was adopted).

But let’s go back to Cody’s bathtime.

When we get to the bathroom sometimes I tell him to get naked, but I usually prefer stripping him myself. It gives me such a rush to do something so intimate to him, something that shows so clearly I’m in charge.

For example, on Monday, I stripped him naked myself, with mom watching. I take off his clothes one by one, and my favorite part, of course, is when I drop to one knee in front of him, grasp the waistband of his briefs and slowly peel them down.

That moment when his peenie pops out right in front of me eyes! I immediately looked up at his face when that happened. He was looking down, abashed, but since I was down our eyes locked for a moment. Just a moment, because he immediately looked away, blushing even more. Why is he still so embarrassed, when I see him naked regularly nowadays? Can he see the satisfaction, the triumph in my eyes? I don’t know, but it feels so good!

I gently flicked his peenie with my finger and watched it wave around. Not for any particular reason, just because I could.

“Step out of your briefs, little bro,” I told him softly.

When he did so, I stood up and set his briefs aside. Feeling a little sorry for him, I gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“You are a good boy, Cody,” I told him. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. Mom and I love you, and you’re safe with us. We’ll always take care of you.”

Mom smiled at me approvingly. I smiled back, and then I turned Cody around. “Come on, kiddo, get into the bath,” I told him, patting his bare bottom to get him moving. (What can I say, I love patting his bare bottom.)

He stepped inside, and I started the water and made sure it was the right temperature.

We had Cody sit down, and mom and I also sat down in our chairs, right beside the tub. As the tub filled up, the three of us talked about the day. From time to time, I affectionately caressed Cody’s chest, or his face. He was getting more relaxed, and he told us about how he did on his math test.

When the tub was filled, I used a plastic cup to pour water on his head, and then I soaped his hair, softly massaging his scalp. We laughed as he complained about shampoo getting in his eyes. I washed his face with clean water and told him to keep his eyes closed while I shampooed his hair.

Then I had him stand up and I feasted my eyes on his naked body. After years of not seeing Cody bare, it’s so weird to be able to see everything!

Mom and I soaped our hands and we rubbed his body to soap it. Can you guess which parts are my favorite? Yep, his boy parts and his bottom. But I really like rubbing all his body. It’s just that those parts are even better. Mom always lets me do then, too!

While I was soaping his peenie, he got a stiffie. Mom and I chuckled and mom used her finger to gently bob his peenie up and down.

“Moooom,” Cody complained, trying to use his hands to cover himself.

“Shhh, Cody, do not be silly,” Mom said, removing his hands. “It’s OK for Amy and I to see your peenie. You are just a little boy.”

“Yes, Cody,” I agreed, taking his little stiffie in my hands again. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s part of taking care of you. We have to see, and touch, all your body to do that, so you should get used to it.”

He sighed but did not try to cover himself again.

“Do not pout, son,” Mom said, caressing his cheek. “It’s all part of being a little boy.”

“I know, mom,” he said, “but when will I be old enough to bathe myself?”

When he asked that, I suddenly remembered an account of a young girls bathing his brother that I had read somewhere.

“Just a minute,” I said, “I know just the way to tell when you are old enough to be trusted to bathe yourself well.”

I ran to the kitchen and got the tape measure we keep in a drawer. Then I ran back to the bathroom.

“With this,” I said, holding the tape measure up, “we can measure when you are big enough.”

Mom and Cody looked at me curiously while I sat down in front of Cody again. I think they thought I was going to measure his height, but instead I reached for his peenie, which was half-soft now.

“You need to have a stiffie for this to work,” I explained, grasping his peenie with my fingers and rubbing it up and down gently until it was all stiff again.

Then I measured it carefully, from the base to the tip.

“Eight centimeters,” I announced. “When it’s twelve centimeters you’ll be big enough to bathe yourself.”

Mom and I exchanged smiles. She got the joke, of course. She was the one who had explained to me that, with the kind of Puericil Cody was taking, his peenie would not continue growing until he stopped taking the medicine. Which means that Cody’s peenie would remain the same size for many years to come, because mom had told me she was so satisfied with the effects that she intended to keep Cody on it till he left home.

I asked her if it wouldn’t be weird if Cody got to be, say, 18, or 20, and his peenie was still the same size it was now. “Will he remain as short as he is now?” I had asked her.

She explained that the rest of his body would grow normally, but his genitals would remain like they are now at 12. “It won’t be weird,” she said, “because even when a boy’s body grows throughout his teens, he still remains a little boy in terms of maturity. All the trouble young lads get into at that age are a result of their thinking of themselves as adults when they just don’t have the maturity for it. By keeping Cody’s penis small and childish, he won’t get such lofty ideas about himself, and he’ll be more docile and easier to guide.”

I asked her if it would grow later, because although a boy doesn’t have much need of a large peenie, I was a bit worried that it would cause him problems as an adult, but mom assured me it would grow after he stopped taking this kind of Puericil. “It won’t probably grow us much as it would have otherwise, but it will be within a normal range,” she told me.

So anyway, you see, when I said 12 cm, I might as well have said 12 miles. As long as he in on Puericil, Cody’s peenie won’t grow.

Cody, however, doesn’t know that, and he actually got excited about the idea of getting big enough to bathe himself. Now he asks to be measured every time we bathe him. He tries to push his pelvis forward when I’m measuring him, to try to appear longer. Of course, since the measurement starts at the base of his peenie, pushing forward is no use, but it’s so cute!

Of course, he’s always disappointed when he’s still the same length, but I just kiss his cheek and tell him not to worry, that it’s normal for a boy to mature slowly and that we are here to look after him until then.

I wonder how long will it take him to realize that his peenie is not going to grow any time soon. He’s so naive that I can imagine him at 16 still asking eagerly to be measured when we bathe him. We'll see!

After the measurement, I continued washing his not-so-private parts. When I get to his bottom, I make him open his legs and I grab his peenie in one hand as if it were a handle, holding him still while with my other hand I wash all over his bottom and inside his cheeks. Finally I make sure my index finger is well soaped and I gently insert it a little into his bottom-hole, and turn it around. It’s a good thing I'm still holding him by his peenie, because he always tries to push his waist forward when I’m doing that, as if he’s trying to escape from my penetrating finger. Boys are so funny!

Finally I’m done soaping him, and then we tell him to close his eyes (so that he won’t get soap in them) and rinse him.

In the end, we make sure the tub is clean and we dry Cody. Mom and I both use a different towel, and one handles the front and the other the back.

Finally, we both kiss him and mom sometimes dresses him in his PJs, although often we just leave him in his briefs until bedtime.

Afterwards I take my own bath. In private, of course, and then we watch some TV. Cody likes one of us to cuddle him while we are doing that. He’s becoming much more accepting of physical affectionate than he used to be.

When it’s time, I announce that it’s his bed time. We both kiss him goodnight, and then I take him to his bedroom to tuck him in for the night.

We used to have the same bedtime, but mom announced some time ago that I could choose when to go to bed myself, since I was proving to be so mature and responsible. Cody accepted it quite well, although just a few months ago he would have made a big fuss if something like that happened.

When he is in bed, I turn on his night light for kids (he didn’t use to have that, but a few days ago he told me he got scared of the dark, so I got it for him). I kiss the tip of his nose, or his lips (just a chaste, sisterly, kiss, what are you thinking), and tell “Good night, little bro. Have sweet dreams.”

(The End)