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**This is another, very short (for now) story about Rick and Tommy from "Lil' Squirt". I may still update it with a longer version but I wanted to post up the scene I had so far. Here Rick has gotten more used to the idea of playing with his baby brother and letting him pee. I wrote it a bit more from the cub's point of view. I hope you like it.

"Come on, lil' squirt!" called Rick cheerfully over his shoulder at his younger brother. "Last one to the bathroom is a rotten egg!"

The little bunny toddler was all grins and giggles as he waddled after the teenaged boy as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. Someday, even if he didn't know it, Tommy would be as long-legged and as light on his footpaws as a lapine should be, but right now he was still chubby, roly-poly, and hampered by the need to wear diapers that seemed designed for anything but speed. Since Rick's newfound affection to his little brother didn't extend to letting him win, Tommy knew he would always be the rotten egg and would be mercilessly teased and tickled for it when he finally caught up to where Rick was waiting. But he didn't care. Having an older brother who suddenly wanted to play with him and take care of him, after being aloof for so long, was too much of a joy for him to complain. Tommy's little mind had no idea what had caused the change in Rick's attitude, but he never wanted it to end.

"There you are!" said Rick with a grin as Tommy finally thumped around the corner and into the bathroom where the older bunny had been 'hiding' out of sight. The teenager shut the door behind them and then scooped Tommy up into a hug, rubbing and tickling him mercilessly until the little boy was breathlessly giggling. "Why'd you take so long? You weren't trying to get out of your bath, were ya? Mom says it's time for your bath and what she says always goes!"

"Baftime!" agreed Tommy, gasping through his smile. Baths were some of his favorite times to spend with Rick, and Rick seemed to think so too. Tommy loved their mama more than anything, of course, but he had to admit that Rick seemed to be more fun sometimes. There were kinds of fun that Mama seemed to think were silly or even bad but that Rick understood were great!

Rick set Tommy back down on his feet. "Now let's get your shirt off..." The bright red shirt with the cartoon rabbit on the front was soon pulled up over Tommy's face, but not before Rick paused with the fabric covering Tommy's eyes and said, "Oh no, where's Tommy? Where did he go?" Tommy just laughed, and he laughed even harder when Rick pulled it the rest of the way off and said, "Oh, there you are!" More tickling of Tommy's chest and his round belly followed, and when the baby bunny was once again helpless with gales of tiny laughter, Rick picked him up off his feet and flipped him to his back, setting him down on a big towel that the teenager had already carefully spread out on the bathroom floor. With his paws playing with Tommy's footpaws and toes, Rick leaned forward and bent down to press his lips against Tommy's fuzzy belly just above the boy's diaper, kissing and then blowing air buzzily out between his lips. Tommy grinned and thrashed and tried his best to kick his feet in Rick's fingers. "Whoooooo's a good baby brother? Whooooo wants to play Diaper Peekaboo?" teased Rick, and Tommy clapped his paws and squealed, "Me! Me!"

Diaper Peekaboo was one of Tommy's new favorite games. Usually it was played with Tommy on his back, though it could also be played with him standing up or even sitting in Rick's lap. Rick would carefully untape the sides of Tommy's diaper, but leave the front of it still pressed snugly over the little bunny's groin. By this point Tommy would be fidgeting in anticipation of having it removed all the way and Rick would grin and tease him a bit more with a few more kisses and tickles above the diaperline, before leaning back and saying, "Whooooooo's there? Peek-a-boo!" and with that whisking open the front flap of the diaper to abruptly bathe Tommy's little boyparts in the fresh, cooler air. This always caused a pleasant shiver all the way to Tommy's ears and toes and made him spread his little legs to try and leave his parts feeling as easy and free as possible! Rick would fold the diaper closed again, which Tommy tolerated because he knew in a few moments the older brother would pull it open again to see his little brother squirm and kick gleefully.

The funny, ticklish cycle between the warm, stuffy padding and the cool, fresh freedom of the air usually did something besides make Tommy squeal and squirm, it also made him more aware of the strange full feeling in his body, just behind his little penis. Tommy had started to notice this feeling lately and at first had hated it because it meant soon he would end up with an icky wet diaper. But he had also started to notice when they were playing peekaboo or there was some other reason his diaper was open or off, instead of a wet diaper they would get one of the funny squirts of yellowish water that made Rick grin and made Mama grab for a towel, and then sigh and roll her eyes when it was over. This time Mama was nowhere in sight which meant it was going to be all fun! Tommy couldn't wait for one of the fountains of what Rick called 'wee-wee,' but he didn't know how to make it come faster, any more than he could hold it back when it did start to happen. All he could do was lie there and giggle harder and harder as Rick played with his diaper.

Finally, after five or six rounds of peek-a-boo, the opening of the diaper was greeted with Tommy's little penis shooting a fountain of urine high into the air, or high for a tiny cub, anyway. Rick left the diaper open this time and rested a paw on Tommy's bare belly to soothe and steady his little brother as the baby bunny demonstrated his mastery of the talent that all little boys seemed to be born with. The towel he was lying on was big enough that it caught all the pee as it fell back to the ground, dark spots appearing as the absorbent material soaked it up, but from where he was lying, Tommy could only see the shower of golden droplets spouting into the air between his legs. He grinned gleefully to himself. Such an entertaining sight, and he was already feeling better, the way he always did when he got to make naked wee-wee instead of doing it in his diaper!

"Wow, you really had to go," Rick grinned when the toddler was finally done relieving himself. "We got that diaper off you just in time!" The teenager pulled the diaper out from under Tommy's bottom and put it in the diaper pail, then tickled the now fully naked cub over the ribs and belly. "All right, let's get you in the tub!"**