Reconnecting (Complete!)

[Sophie ♥]

Chapter Eight: Voyeurism

Everything was so vividly different.  A week ago, I could never have imagined telling my brother about my bedwetting.  Now, I was sitting in his living room in just my pajama top and a diaper.  Milo, on the other hand, had gone from an inconsiderate douchebag to a helpless sissy, wearing and using diapers full time for the foreseeable future.  Dressing to please me.  And of course, let's not forget the nighttime ritual of grinding on his diaper until I came.  Yeah, totally normal sibling relationship.  Yesterday had been a huge trial for him - going out in public.  But today was peaceful and calm.  He hadn't acted out even once.  A couple more days and this whole bet would be over.  But I had the feeling we wouldn't be changing anything other than Millie's diapers.

"What should we do about classes?" I'd been thinking it, and I figured she had been as well, but neither of us had said anything about it up until now. We both had degrees to finish, and we didn't even go to the same college. It was going to provide a point of contention, I was sure of it, because neither of us seemed to want this all to change.

"Well, my semester is up, so... I could transfer?  As long as I can get a job around here." But hospitals were always hiring for nursing staff.  And I was only working on a practitioners degree to help with my nurse stuff. I could do that anywhere. "Better question - when your guy friends find out about you being a useless sissy with a caged cock, should I let them fuck you?" It seemed like a ridiculous question, but my tone was completely serious.

"Uh...well..." Wow, that question was more loaded than my diapers usually were. I blinked and thought about it; like seriously gave it some level of consideration, before eventually nodding my head. "I don't think they'll want to, because that would be the gayest shit ever, and I've never done anything with guys before and don't really want to. But if it turns you on, then the fact I don't want it makes it turn me on more. So... I mean, I guess so?"

"Hm." I gave him a curious look and smiled to myself. "So... you're telling me, if I want to invite your best friend over right now, show off your diaper and your silly nightgown, and let him pound you in the ass, that's okay?" He gave me a shy look and nodded his head. "Good to know!" But tonight, I was already dressed for bed.

"Just don't get me put in a hospital, okay? Some of my guy friends would probably break bones just to send a message." I mumbled to myself, squirming on the sofa. I was so turned on now, and it was worrying how intimately I knew that without being able to get hard. "Can I go down on you? I wanna practice.”

I gave Millie a weird look and smirked. "Is this about Ellis?" He blushed and I knew the answer right away. "Well, I've had you between my legs, Millie, and you're pretty awful.  A woman's vagina requires finesse... strategy.  Stamina.  You're just a baby girl licking an ice cream cone." His cheeks went crimson. "So... if you want to practice, you can do it on my ass."

...what?" I wasn't trying to be disrespectful, or fish for a punishment; I literally just didn't know what she was talking about! On her ass? Lick her ass? Like, her butt cheeks? That didn't make any sense. And that was already way too close to... oh... oh. "I don't think people are supposed to lick down there sis..."

"That's silly.  Any part of my body is worth more than any part of yours.  So you'll do it." Honestly, I'd never done this before.  I didn't know if I'd even like it!  But it wasn't like he was going inside me - he was just licking the hole.  It couldn't be that bad, right? "Come on, let's go to your room." Most of the day had been spent cleaning up his room and throwing away all his boy clothes.  He had taken an irreversible step.  He couldn't go back now.

I'd been in such a haze of arousal, ideas of caption images on tumblr flashing through my mind when we'd done it: “throw away all your boy clothes, sissy, you don't need them anymore”. And it was such a rush too, even though I was sure it would be impractical, especially given most of the girls’ clothes I owned were sissy ensembles. "It's gonna be weird, Mommy, tongues and butts aren't made for each other." I sat on the edge of the bed anyway.

I had to take off my diaper.  I wasn't thrilled about that - these things weren't cheap.  But it was just once, and it was for a good reason.  So I crawled up on his bed, facing away, and bent down in nothing but my t-shirt, showing him my asshole. "This room is much bigger than the spare room... I think next week we'll switch.  Sound good?" Before he gave an answer, I gave an instruction. "Lick."

I didn't want to! It was weird. And just. Okay, just close your eyes, Millie. Close your eyes, get in close, and... oh man, all I could think about was when she sat on my face in my dream. How much I wanted it since then. How disgusting it was. How arousing. And before I knew it, I was licking like champion.

...so it wasn't that bad.  I mean, it wasn't Ellis between my legs.  But it wasn't that bad either.  Warm, wet sensations against places that usually didn't get played with.  After a minute or two, I was taking deeper breaths.  Mm... then it went away. "Why did you stop?" Though it was a question, it sure didn't sound like one in my tone. "My tongue is sore," he muttered. "That's why you need better stamina.  Don't stop until I say."

...but... but Mommy..." I pouted, whined only for a second, and went back to what I was doing. I figured out if I used my hands to pull her cheeks apart, I could use less energy on the licking part, and pretty soon I built up a pretty good technique.

Oh!  That was better!  A few minutes of that and I started to whimper softly into the pillow.  I couldn't cum from such low stimulation, but it sure was pleasant.  After ten or so minutes, I gave him permission to stop.  Jeeze, now I was all turned on...

"Can we kiss now?" I liked kissing my sister, I liked kissing her probably far too much for being her brother.  But she was really hot. Not just her attitude, her kinks, or that she abused me at will; she was just beautiful regardless. Prettier in a diaper, though…

"Ew, absolutely not!  Come now, let's go wash your mouth." I got up from the bed and took him by the hand into the bathroom. "Do you still remember what this place looks like?  I know it's been a while..." I reached into the cabinet and pulled out a bar of soap. "Open wide."

"Oh I was thinking maybe mouthwash? A toothbrush? I don't think soap is meant to go in your mouth, Mommy. You're silly!" I thought that was what she was getting at. I thought it was a game. I didn't realize I was actually taunting her and being disrespectful. I didn't realize until she slapped me.

"Wanna try again?" I asked simply.  He looked up at me with the red handprint on his cheek and shook his head.  He opened his mouth kindly and I put the bar of soap deep inside before instructing him to close.  Half the bar stuck out of his mouth. "Suck on that for a few minutes so you are nice and clean.  I'm going to change into a fresh diaper."

“I could change you?" was what I meant to say, but I only managed to make bubbly gurgle sounds around the bar of soap, which made me cough and splutter and gag on the suds in my mouth. This wasn't fair at all, not for a second!

"Yes, I'm sure that was a very important sentiment." I patted him on the head and went into my room to change.  At first I thought maybe I could put the pink diaper back on, but it didn't stick.  I wondered if there were better diapers online that I could refasten... I'd have to look into it.  Finally, I came out a few minutes later with a fresh diaper on and plucked the bar of soap from Millie's mouth. "You can rinse."

Oh thank the LORD! I had to rinse my mouth out four or five times before I stopped coughing, and even after six or seven I could still taste soap. I felt very unhappy. "I'd rather my mouth taste like your butt than like this.  This is so gross!" Getting soaped out like that, blah.

I leaned in and put my lips on his, pushing him to the bathroom wall and running my hands up under his nightgown.  I felt the hard cage in his diaper and stuck my tongue in his mouth. "You did a very good job on my bottom.  But if you want to be as good as Ellis, you need to work much harder."

"I'm all about working hard! Well. Working soft, I guess, 'cause you know..." Deep down, I'd always be a boy; crude jokes and all, but I knew which ones my sister would find tasteful nowadays - usually the ones making light of what she did to me. Gosh kissing her was nice..

I kissed him once more and ruffled his hair. "Let's get to bed.  I have to make a few phone calls to your friends in the morning." He gave me a pensive look, like he couldn't tell if I was joking or not.  But the funny thing was, I didn't know if I was joking either!  Seeing him suck off some boy... that would be the ultimate act of sissydom.  Maybe he needed it...

I didn't mind giving up my room if she wanted me to; a lot of the time we slept in the same bed anyway. But having a friend over tomorrow? Being sexual with a boy because my sister said so. Well... well, I wasn't going to sleep soundly tonight, not with how turned on I was!

Wet night again.  I felt like I wet the bed more often since I started staying here.  Maybe it was because I was finally comfortable in diapers.  All it took was sissifying my brother.  I went through Milo's phone and tried to find the guys he seemed to text the most.  "What about Rob?  He seems like a good candidate."

"Rob has VD, and he screws girls and doesn't tell them about it. Pass. Niko is a good choice, he's handsome and only a little bit rapey; but his prin… his uh, his cock is really big. It wouldn't fit in me I don't think." Plus he was super fucking homophobic, so it would never fly.

"Oh, that's a good one." I went through his contacts to find Niko.  Sure enough, he seemed enough like a tool from the text messages he sent.  Yep, this would do. "Alright, I'm gonna give him a call.  You go freshen up.  Put on your best makeup and your ruffly pink dress."

"Just know that I love you and if I die because he beats me to death or splits me in half, you were always my favorite sister and I died pretty." I used humor to diffuse the fact I was completely and utterly horrified by this. I wasn't even gay! Or bi! This was just for her and because of that, it turned me on. I was such a mess. But I'd be a pretty mess.

He was really coming into himself.  I loved it.  Finally, he wasn't some arrogant cocky asshole.  He was just a normal person.  He could accept these parts of himself and actually flaunt them.  And... well... I was sort of proud of him.  I put the phone to my ear.  An hour later, I adjusted Millie's pigtails. "Gosh, you're pretty..."

"You're pretty, I'm just a depraved little slut." I laughed, tasting lipgloss. What the hell would Mom and Dad think of this? Our friends back home? I was glad I wasn't religious, because Jesus would definitely not have this on his todo list.  The only person I worshipped was my sister.

There was a knock on the door. "No talking until I say, little girl," I said simply and patted the boy on the lips with my finger.  I went to the door and on the other side of it... well... Niko was... um.  Pretty sexy... "Hey.  Um.  I'm Vania.  Thanks for coming over." The man walked into the apartment and took one look at my brother and whistled. "Hm. You weren't kidding, huh?"

Oh my god oh my gosh oh my heavenly fucking stars, I was going to die here. I wanted to shrink away. I wanted to run and hide. I didn't do either of those things, though; I waited coyly and smiled as pretty as I knew how. What had she told him? Had she told him the truth?

"Millie, come say hi to Niko." He gave me a nervous look and I glared at him.  He took a few steps forward and waved a hand. "H-hi," he said in his foolishly girly voice.  Niko just about burst out laughing. "Millie - tell your friend here why you are dressed this way." Though I'd told him on the phone already.

"Uh... Um..." Why did I care how I sounded? Why did I want to sound convincing? I didn't care. But I did. And I tried my best. And I wanted to sound pretty okay, fuck everybody. "I'm dressed this way because I'm a little sissy cocksucker." Bam. I might have been pathetic, but I owned it.

Niko opened his eyes wide and looked at me with a smile.  I smiled back at him.  Gosh, he was gorgeous.  Like, it was a shame I had to waste him on my pathetic brother. "Well," he said simply to the boy he had known for the past two years of his life. "Show me what you can do then." Oh, good line.

I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe he'd let me do this. He was so homophobic! I was a boy! I wasn't gay. And I knelt before my friend and unzipped his jeans; I'd watched enough porn, I'd had enough girls go down on me; I could make a good attempt of this. But not without being told what to do. With his zipper open, my face close, I looked to my sister to order me to continue.

He wasn't hard.  Gosh, that was him when he wasn't hard?!  Okay, so maybe my brother wasn't exaggerating.  I bit my lip and nodded at Millie. "Go on little girl.  Show him what you can do." I wondered how long it would take.  He was a big guy and Millie was inexperienced.  Probably a while, right?  Just enough time for those suppositories to kick in.  My stomach fluttered with anticipation.

I nodded. And I expected the worst. And... it wasn't bad. Dicks smelled kind of weird, but I could deal with that. I put my lips to his cock and I held my breath, and I kissed it. And the kiss became a curious lick, and the lick became an inhale, first of breath and then of cock. I could do this. I could suck this boy off, because my sister said so. I could be a little sissy fairy, because I was told to be.

He started to harden as my brother's tongue ran over his cock.  He had learned a bit about stamina yesterday from me and this was... well, this was exciting!  I bit my lip and sat down in the chair nearby, watching the scene unfold in front of me, like a movie.  When Niko was erect, fully, Millie took his cock into his mouth.  Or he tried.  And he failed.  He blushed. "Too big for you?" Niko laughed down at the sissy boy. "I thought you were a faggot now?"

"Everyone has to start somewhere," I quipped back at him, "and maybe my eyes are bigger than my stomach, or maybe I just need to try harder." I took his hand with one of my manicured set of fingertips and guided it to my hair, hoping he'd be a little rough with me. And I tried again to get my mouth to engulf his cock, bigger and bigger as it got. My stomach grumbled faintly.

He sure was witty.  Hm.  I wondered if I liked that... a witty sissy.  But I could shut him up whenever I wanted, couldn't I?  It was only other people he was witty with.  I decided... I did like that.  Yep.  It was clever.  With another deep breath, I watched as my brother took Niko's cock into his mouth, halfway, until the tip touched his throat.  Oh... impressive.  Niko, however, took matters into his own hands.  He pulled on Millie's hair and shoved the dick so far down his throat that Millie whimpered and gagged, coughing it back up. "Tsk tsk.  Try again." This was so sexy...

I think ironically my friends had made this easy for me - we had a perception in our group that going down on a girl was for bitches and no different from sucking a cock. So here I was, right? I coughed and cleared my throat, tried again, went as deep as I could until I had to clear my airway again. "Holy heck how do girls get it down all the way? That's magic, maybe their mouths are bigger on the inside..." I knew I had a bomb inside of me. I knew I was going to explode in my diaper and embarrass myself sooner or later. I wanted this dumb boy on the edge of cumming before I did tho so he'd associate it as a sexy thing I did. Wow. That was very Vania.

"Millie," I said harshly as he began is monologue.  He immediately shut up and looked shyly at the floor.  Niko watched in awe as I silenced my brother, then smirked. "You're basically a girl now, right?  Worse, really.  Do you still have a dick under that dress?" But before Millie could reply, he put the tip against his lips again.  I shuddered.  Gosh…

I took a breath. I tilted my head and leaned forward. And I swallowed that monster of a dick right down my throat. I did it through sheer power of will and desire to please my sister. That meant this wasn't gay. Right? Once I got it down, I began to bob up and down. I was going to make him cum. And good thing too, because I was just about to shit my diaper too. This was like being drunk on lust.

Niko ran his fingers through the boy's hair, holding onto his pigtails, and slammed his dick hard down Millie's throat.  I thought Millie would cough again, but he didn't.  He kept going.  I leaned forward with curiosity, watching as my brother took the gigantic cock in his mouth, in and out, in and out, and I felt hot between my legs.  Holy shit...

I felt sick, dizzy sick, intoxicated. I had so much control. I could make a boy do anything I wanted, I could stop now and tell Niko to say anything and he would. I'd have licked my lips if my mouth weren't full! So hot. I could feel him twitching, pulsing, shivering in my throat, and that's when I let go of the fight with the suppository. That's when I shit myself. And he knew I did, too, he tried to pull away but I wouldn't let him. I sucked harder, faster, more fervently, I was in control. Stinky. Sissy. Cocksucker.

"What the.." The wet fart erupted through the room and then the boy on his cock trembled and everything started to smell.  But my brother wrapped his hands around Niko's thighs and kept him close, bobbing on his cock... the tall, gorgeous boy was out of breath.  Aching.  Exhausted.  He would pull away, right?  He would leave?  But he didn't.  As I watched my sissy baby mess his diaper, Niko erupted into his mouth.  I was so out of breath...

I didn't know what to expect. I barely tasted anything; he shot most of it against the back of my throat, and I figured it would stay that way; but as I softened my grip on him, he softened enough to deposit plenty of cum in my mouth and then enough so that it dribbled down my chin when he was done. I looked up at him, challenged my inner internet cam whore, and showed him the cum in my mouth, wiped my chin with my finger, sucked on it, then swallowed it all, making sure he saw.

Niko's eyes were glossy and he was well and truly spent.  He looked down at the sissy on his knees and pulled up his jeans.  You could see it in his eyes.  Fascination.  Curiosity.  Passion.  This... this might not be the only time Niko visits Millie, I thought.  Sometime later, he left.  I positioned myself on my knees and hugged my brother tight. "You.  Are.  So.  Sexy.  Oh my god."

"I'm sexy…” I nodded, smiling, just repeating what she said. I'd crossed a lot of lines with my sister, and a lot of them I worried about never being able to double back on. After everything, this one didn't even seem like that big a deal. I leaned into her cuddle and mumbled in observation. "Cum tastes weird. Not bad. Just weird… I bet I could learn to like it, though.”

"I bet you could too," I said, holding him tight against me. "You're such a good girl, Millie.  I'm so proud of you..." I never thought this would happen.  Never in a million years.  I'd created the perfect subservient baby girl.  In one moment, I had taken away every ounce of control he had.  Or so I thought.  I never considered the control a sub might have over a dom.  I never considered how much this plan would backfire on me.

"Diapered face sitting?" Ana said with a bright smile.

Selphie rolled her eyes and passed Ana the book. "Have fun."

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OMG that was That ending @Sophie ♥

[CDfm]

Well this has gone so far past “I could put myself in his or her shoes stage”. Not only is the humiliation more than I believe I could handle, I am positive I could never see myself doing that to another man. Personally I think that getting sucked that way is degrading to a woman and I don’t care for doing that to a woman. I am not gay so I have no desire to be in any sort of a sexual position with another man so this extends well beyond anything I could do let alone be comfortable with. I still don’t have any likes for the day or I would have given it one. 

[Sophie ♥]

Chapter Nine: Power Play

His week was up.  The bet was over.  But Millie woke me up early that morning to change his diaper.  It was so wet that the boy had nearly leaked!  All his boy clothes had been thrown out.  He was building a small collection of dresses and blouses.  Skirts.  Nighties.  Frilly stuff from online, on the days I felt the need to punish him.  I'd gotten a job interview at a local hospital.  I wondered if there was a local strip club that might hire Millie.  And best of all, my darling brother had completely accepted his role.  There would be no more surprises from him.  His conversion was complete.

I woke Vania up for a change, I knew what that would mean; I knew she'd try to hold it over me, to make me squirm, beg, maybe even leak. I was counting on it. It had to be her idea to say no. It had to be her idea to refuse me. Because when she did, I sulked, and I crawled under her blanket. When she refused my request, she expected me to work for it. She didn't expect me to work on her.

We'd traded rooms yesterday - he had the tiny little bedroom and I had the big one.  I thought about getting him some baby stuff - a crib, or at the very least, a changing table.  I checked my bedside clock.  It was still morning.  Millie kissed the back of my neck, my bare back.  Lowering himself between my legs.  But my diaper was wet.  Always a gross feeling.  I sat up and pushed him away. "Not right now, baby boy.  I've got a job interview in an hour." I had to shower.  I had to get dressed.  I sighed. "Will you be alright here on your own or should I get a leash and walk you to the hospital with me?"

"I'm not sure people who work at a hospital wouldn't just lock us up, Mommy." I teased, fluffing out my glossed lips. I really wanted to show her what I could do with her this morning, I wanted to do to her what I did to Niko. Show her that I wasn't just a pretty faced brother - and damn was I pretty nowadays - but I could be more.

"Yeah, probably," I laughed, patting him on the head. "Come on, let's get you changed before I have to leave." I wanted to keep him in the diaper a little while longer.  I wanted him to leak, so I could punish him.  But after my job interview, I had some errands to run.  Then I had to drive to my apartment two hours away and pick up some of my belongings.  I'd rent a moving truck next week.  I'd be out all day... no fun for me.

Vania would be out all day, doing her job interview, doing her errands, visiting her old apartment, and that would leave me here all day with nothing to do but learn and study. The sites I'd used once or twice in the past to be a little drunken whore on cam in my sissy dresses? I'd spend some time there today, honing my teasing technique. Then I'd look up how better to eat out my sister. Or well, a woman, basically. It would probably narrow the field too much if I specified it was my sister I wanted to bring to climax. The point was, tonight, things were going to change.

Exhaustion.  That's all I felt.  It was ten at night when I finally closed the apartment door behind me.  I had a box in my hands of some important things I needed for the week.  I set it down on the desk in the corner and rubbed my eyes.  Where was Millie?  Teasing him would make me feel better. "Where's my little sissy at?  Your Mommy is home!"

Oh my days I thought she'd never get home! I'd be laying in this damn bed for hours... or it felt like it. Dressed in pink lingerie trimmed around my diaper, my nipples in those clamps she liked to use on me, my lips the most succulent pink and my hair in pigtails. Silent. Wait. Wait for her to come in here. Wait for her to want to ravage me. Play up to her attractions the way I played up to Niko’s.

I went into his room first, out of instinct.  But he wasn't in the smaller room.  Hm.  I poked my head into my room, and sure enough, on the far wall under the window, my brother was sitting on the edge of the bed dressed to impress.  Or, to humiliate.  My eyes lit up and I bit my lip. "Well, what do we have here?  Certainly not a man."

"Certainly not." I agreed with her, I'd made my voice higher, more syrupy. I’d been practicing a lot of the day on cam for random boys - made a bit of money for it, too! But I'd perfected the exact right way to sound like a humiliated little sissy and not like a girl - the latter of which I'd become pretty darn good at in its own right. "I used to be a man, but this beautiful, majestic, supremely intoxicating woman came into my life and showed me that I was only ever pretending..."

"Mm... yeah?  She must be one lucky girl…” I leaned down and traced my hand down the side of his face, his neck, to his lingerie.  Already, I was excited.  His words were perfect.  His voice was perfect.  Everything about him was perfect. "A diaper, hmm?" I asked, running my fingers along the pink plastic. "You aren't even toilet trained?"

"Toilet training is a form of control, that's what my Goddess told me. And I don't control anything, I'm not supposed to control anything, I'm not man enough, adult enough, strong enough, smart enough..." I picked every single word intentionally, every single moment deliberately. I played her like a violin and didn't regret a moment of it. "She's so beautiful, my Goddess, she's powerful, if I'm even ever so lucky, she'll let me kiss her cunny... cause I'm just a little pussy, and you are what you eat, that's what she said."

I took him by the hair and pushed his face against the button on my jeans. "Well I'm sure your Goddess wouldn't mind it I played with you  myself... if I used you like she does..." I used my free hand to unbutton my jeans, sliding them to the floor, flashing the deep red panties with black lace.  Already, I was wet between my legs.

Perfect. I'd played my role and now she had to play hers; I'd been submissive and played to her ego and now the fun was going to begin. She smelled intoxicating, and  the sound she made when I wrapped my arms around behind her hips and flipped her down onto the bed was even more arousing. God my sister was hot. The moment her back hit the bed, I moved into place, I moved up into position, and I began to show her what I'd learned in my studies today. Fuck that little cunt who'd eaten my sister out and put me to shame - she was going to play second fiddle to me today.

Mm... he had gotten a lot better in such a short time.  The panties had been discarded onto my bedroom floor and my brother had his face firmly between my legs, his diapered ass in the air.  I could see it swaying, rocking back and forth, as he worked his tongue into the nooks of my sex.  I moaned softly, holding him by the pigtails.

I may not have always been good at this, but my sister, my lustful, beautiful, gorgeous-in-a-diaper-and-sexy-even-without-one sister, she'd put me to work here more than a handful of times. Combining knowledge of what I was doing, with knowledge of how to tell she was going to cum... well... it was always inevitable that I'd gain some modicum of influence. Not least because when I sensed her getting close, I slowed down, I dragged her out and strung her along. My technique never faltered, I just played her at different paces, I wriggled my padding up in the air, framed by soft power pink garters, I let her pull my hair, and I made sure she felt in charge.

When he did something right, he seemed to do something wrong.  His technique would slip, or he'd change his pace.  I tugged hard on his pigtails, a warning. "Do better... get better... make me cum, you stupid sissy bitch... pleasure me..." My body quivered at every lick.  My muscles ached. "Ellis wouldn't fail me like this."

It was so sexy that she tried to play my insecurities, it was so sexy that she thought she still had that power.  Her cunt was at my beck and call, and she was in this moment no better than Niko. Infinitely more beautiful, but my puppet without even knowing it. I sped up. I got her close. I felt her muscles tense. I slowed down. Eased off. I wanted to make sure she knew that it wasn't any lack of talent that prevented her from cumming right now. It was conscious choice.

I was out of breath.  My moans had turned to whimpers.  How long had it been?  What had been happening?  Wasn't his tongue sore? "Obviously... you're... too pathetic... to do something so simple... I'll just... keep Ellis as my... my lover instead..." I reached down with my fingers to finish the job, but he slapped my hand away.  I stared at him with shock and confusion. "Don't you dare…”

"You could get yourself off, Mommy, you could. You could take all those waves of feelings, that anticipation for a fine steak dinner, and throw it away on boxed mac and cheese. Or you have me finish the job. But you're all whimpery, hot and bothered, squirming like I do when you fuck my well used little hole, so if you want to have that dinner, if you want me to get you over the finish line, Mommy," I accentuated the word with a cute smile, licking my lips as I looked up at her. "Then you'd better show me how in control you are."

I was lightheaded.  His words had burned holes in my defenses.  I was so fucking turned on, and it wasn't fucking fair!  But he was right.  I just had to show control.  Demonstrate that I was in charge.  I'd make him bring me to orgasm if it was the last thing I did.  So I wrapped my exhausted fingers in his pigtails and pulled him into my crotch. "Lick.  Don't play coy.  Do your job.  This is all you're good for, Millie.  Making your sister cum.  All you're... you're good for is... being used..."

"Then use me, use me the way I should be used. Make me earn the right to get you off." As my words reached her, her fingers loosened. "Anybody can make someone else lick their cunny, Mommy. This isn't punishment, it's reward. I've been bad, how are you going to punish me? How are you going to show me how below you I am? How are you going to break this little fairies wings, I wonder?" I started to crawl up her body, loving every moment of her breathlessness. "Will you spank the sissy who was once your brother?" Finger to lips, thoughtful, playful, "Will you fuck the sissy who was once your brother, will you fuck the obstinance out of me, will you ride me 'til I bleed and tell me it's normal for girls to bleed?" I reached her chest, almost now face to face. "Will you make the sissy who used to be your brother, suck your toes, show her lowly you think of her? Oh no no, not my sister, no no... thats all far below her, she has much better ideas to punish her new sissy, doesn't she? I'm sure she must. She's beautiful." I kissed her lips. "She's brilliant." I breathed over her, the imprint from my wet glossy lips leaving faint pink sheen on hers.

I... I was speechless.  He climbed off me, after kissing me, and walked out of the room.  I fumbled to my feet and raced after him, but my knees gave out and I fell to the carpet. "HEY!" I shouted so loudly that it brought stars to my eyes. "Y-you... you're... you do what I say!  You're... um..." I couldn't think.  I couldn't function.  I was so aroused.  I was so needy. "You do what I say right now, right now, right now!" And then I realized... I sounded like a child.  A bratty child.  I blushed furiously as my brother looked down at me.

"You changed me, sister." I knelt down, I stayed adjacent to her, I pulled up on her chin with my finger and then I brushed her hair back from her glowing flushed cheeks with a little smile. She was trembling. It was so hot. "Now here you are, begging to cum on the floor before me...if only you were strong enough, powerful enough, majestic enough, to punish me the way I need to be punished. To put me in my place, to train me, condition me, to have me between your legs like I was just now... only every morning, before work, every night when you get home. If only you could be so strong..."

His words opened up a wound in me.  I felt fragile and small.  I felt weak.  "You're mine," I muttered, but Milo had gotten up off the carpet and started fishing around the closet in my room. "I'm not anybody's if they can't control me," he said simply. "I control you!" I shouted at him, stumbling to my feet. "You do what I tell you!" He turned around holding one of my pink nighttime diapers and a box of suppositories.  The anger in my chest was quickly replaced with panic. "...what are you doing...?"

“If you won’t give me what I need, I’ll do it myself.  Since I’m in control now.” No more messing around, if she wanted to take back control, all she had to do was be her beautiful self. But until then. "Get up on the bed, now, or I won't finish getting you off."

I looked at him.  I looked at the suppositories.  The diaper.  And I remembered he said something earlier in the week: about shitting myself on his face.  I shook my head.  Was that what all this was about?! "You are not in charge of me, Millie!  You are my property, and you will do what I tell you!  And I'm not playing your stupid, sick little game!  Apologize this instant!"

I didn't yell. She yelled. I explained. It kept me dignified, it kept me seeming in control and in charge. "You're too immature, sister. If you were truly a Goddess you'd know that nothing could degrade you. But you're just a little baby, huh?" Then, it hit me. "If you won't punish me, then I'll punish you." I think I'd just figured out her weakness. My submission.

I blinked.  What... what?!  Panic rose in my chest.  He was so calm.  I was frazzled.  I... I didn't know what to do!  I was exhausted and this all came out of nowhere!  He walked up to me and I took a step backward.  Fear?  Shame?  I... I was supposed to be in charge.  So I took a deep breath and stood my ground. "If you even touch me without permission..."

"Goddesses make ultimatums, sister." I pushed her down onto her back, and I sat on her chest, and I looked down at her with calm serenity in my eyes. "You need to be a Goddess, where did you go? Where are you hiding? Where is my Mommy who'd slap me halfway to sunday and sit on my face, mess her diaper, and refuse to get up until I'd passed out, cummy and exhausted and utterly humiliated? No no, you're not her, you're a fragile little flower, you're like Ellis, you're ashamed of what you like, ashamed of what it means. So I'm just going to have to teach you. I gave myself an enema earlier in case you wanted to fuck me, so I'm all cleaned out, but I'm sure if I put enough of these little things in me, I can fill my diaper on your face, right?"

It was too much.  I couldn't listen to this!  In one swift move, I turned him over and pinned him to the bed, then with all my strength I slapped him across the cheek.  I was out of breath.  I was out of options.  I felt... I felt like I couldn't win this battle.  And the next moment, I'd been flipped right back over again. "Oh Mommy... it was so nice... being hit... being weak... if only for a minute..." I softened at his words.  Ugh, why was he so sexy...?

"You can't punish me when I'm submissive. You melt. You soak through the layers of your façade like pee soaking through bedsheets." She tried to get up, I pinned her down by the shoulders. "The only way you're going to be a Goddess is to earn it, Mommy. The only way you're going to win is to want it, and if you do that, you're going to be submitting to me and giving me what I want. But a Goddess knows that no matter what she does, she's still divine. What about you, sister? Are you divine? You taste divine…”

...I'd never felt this in my entire life.  Feeling small and insignificant.  Feeling fragile and weak.  He licked between my legs before taking his finger and pushing two suppositories in my ass.  I tried to kick him, but he pinned me down on top of the diaper.  I was so exhausted... I was so out of breath... "If you think... you're getting away with this... you're in a lot of trouble..." But despite my big words, I was worried.  Would this change our dynamic?  Was I really going to lose my submissive sissy brother?  I couldn't let that happen... I couldn't...
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"I hope I'm in trouble, sister, 'cause I miss my Mommy already. I miss the way she does my hair, I miss the way she bruises my skin, I miss the way she makes me shit myself in the middle of the shopping mall and tells everybody that the dress she's buying is for me." The thing about it was... I didn't doubt her. Not for a second. I knew what she was capable of, I knew what she could do; I knew that once she did it properly, sitting her disgustingly filled diaper on my face? Making me admit to loving it? That was right up her alley. She just had this stupid fucking preconception that it was some arbitrary line or that it humiliated her as much or more than me.

We stood across from one another in the living room.  It had been a very long hour and I had a lot to think about.  He stared at me with his arms crossed, looking nervous.  Both of us wore tops, both of us wore diapers.  But we were not the same. "Stop holding it, Millie." That tone was the same authoritative one I'd used an hour ago, when I forced four suppositories up his ass.  I could see the pain in his eyes, shifting side to side.

"Make me." I mumbled, although in the intervening time, things had changed a lot. I'd gotten the suppositories up her ass, and shortly thereafter, she'd pinned me down and made me apologize. We'd wrestled on the floor until she began to feel the effects of what I'd done to her, and she'd repaid the favor with me. And now, here we were, like a Mexican Standoff without the guns. My stomach groaned. If I messed first and it wasn't to do with sitting on her face, I'd lose all momentum. I'd lose all my steam. But she'd whittled me down a lot.

"Are you questioning me?  Are you arguing with me?" He looked at me with wide, nervous eyes, then looked down at his feet. "You don't make the decisions, Millie.  You do what you're told.  This whole game tonight, this stunt you pulled, was the stupidest thing you've ever done.  And if you think for a second you're getting any kind of reward, then you're wrong!" He recoiled at the final word, when I broke the realm of speaking loudly into the one of shouting. "Shit.  Your.  Diaper.  Because we both know the truth: that's what you want."

Maybe my whole day of planning was a waste. Maybe this whole power bottom thing, maybe it was a fluke with Niko. Maybe I was just stupid. And as my brain buzzed with this possibility and potential, I started to sob. What had I been thinking? "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to risk things with us... I didn't mean to... I'm just dumb..."

"Obviously." I was growing impatient.  Actually, I was growing desperate.  I'd been holding it for ten whole minutes and the cramps washed over me with one ache after another.  If I wasn't so used to awful cramps, I would have messed myself a long time ago. "I won't repeat myself again, Millie.  Stop fighting and give up."

I nodded my head and I didn't just let it happen... I helped it happen. I pushed. I let loose the flood and I messed my diaper, noisily and embarrassingly, loudly and obviously. I'd done it so often that even holding on had felt foreign, but this time was like that very first night, that first time that had torn me up inside and had me bawling my eyes out in humiliation. And like that night, I cried tonight too.

I watched my brother surrender.  I watched the end of this stupid, aggravating mock shootout with Millie unloading his rounds into his pants.  Finally, this whole awful thing was over.  Finally, the balance was restored.  I let out a sigh of relief and smiled.  He was so sexy when he gave up... "Down on the floor.  Lie on your back."

I didn't question her. I never ever should have. I didn't argue, but I did cry. I wept as I got on the floor, I winced as the mess squished around my butt in my pink diaper. I trembled as I laid down, and I covered my face with my arms to try and muffle how upset I was. How dumb I'd been. I should have been beyond that, right? I should have been better than tonight. So arrogant.

"I've been thinking a lot this past hour," I monologued, walking around my brother as he laid in a shitty diaper on the floor.  But I had to make it fast - I really needed to go... "I love our dynamic - I love playing Mommy and treating you like a helpless sissy.  But I didn't realize how important it was to me until the tables were turned... when I would do anything to keep what I have." I let out a sigh and steadied myself. "For some stupid reason, you think you still have an inkling of control in our relationship.  And you used that control to sabotage us today, just like you used to do when you were a real man.  So I'm taking that control away from you - not for your pleasure, but for my peace of mind."

I didn't understand what she meant; I just knew that she was right. That if I ever did something like today again, it would be because she told me to do it. That this was the life I'd chosen, that I put all I was into her. And she could do anything to me, anything for me, anything with me, or at the expense of me. She owned me. I looked up at her, pulling my arms aside, as she stood above me. And I realized for the first time that I didn't just love my sister... I was in love with her.

Millie didn't say anything as I sat my diapered ass down on his face.  I could feel the impression of his nose and his brow against the plastic.  I could feel his lips move, maybe opening his mouth to breathe.  I looked down at his body, dressed in nothing but the thin lingerie, and the diaper around his hips, stinking to high heaven.  I'd gotten used to his smelly diapers, but he hadn't gotten used to mine.  It was easier than I thought.  A gentle push, like sitting on a toilet.  Millie was no better, I thought to myself.  And slowly, I filled the seat of my diaper with my own stinky mess.

I coughed and gagged, because I couldn't ever have described something worse happening to me. But in the moment, I was hers. I felt her diaper filling, smooshing into the padding, shaping around the indent made by my face. The smell overwhelmed me, the warmth, the feel through the padding and the crinkling of the plastic. I was disgusted. I was intoxicated. I didn't struggle, because I'd dreamed about it ever since that first night. In the dream, she trained me to only be able to cum when she did this. In reality... I came harder than I ever had, without getting hard, without touching myself.  My trained little toy of a cock - appropriate for a trained little toy of a sissy - exploded and gushed wetness from my cage. And I hoped against hope, that this moment, this awful, horrible, disgusting punishment... I hoped it would last forever.

"...what's that smell?" Selphie asked, waving her hand in front of her nose.

Selphie looked over at Ana, with the pen in her hand and a blush on her cheeks.  She wore a small, shy smile.  Selphie gasped.

"Seriously?!"

"I thought it would add to the scene!"

"Go change right now!" Selphie said, holding her nose. "Oh my goodness..."

"Noooooo I wanna keep writing!"

"No way, it's my turn anyway!  Give me that!"

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Chapter Ten: Lifestyle

"I can't believe how cheap this place was." Carrying boxes upstairs in a two story house was usually something the man of the house did, but despite being in all technicality the boyfriend here, I was anything but. The dress I was wearing was ornate, the corset tight, and the heels high. But it had been six months and I'd long since gotten used to being mobile in my immobility.

"How did you say you wanted the rooms to be?" Mommy's Bedroom. My Nursery. My Punishment Room. And a studio for my cam work I did online - the work that had come to be the whole reason we'd put a down payment on a house at our age. Sure, it wasn't the closest to school, but the neighborhood was good and the block was large and the house was like us - it had character.

And a finished basement.  Which was good, because some of what we got up to in our relationship was the kind of thing that could render the whole house uninhabitable from the stink, given the chance. Central air would help, too.

The truth of the matter was... I loved this. I loved Vania, my sister, my Mommy. I loved what she'd done for me, with me, to me. I loved that I was at her beck and call, that she could hurt me if she wanted to, that punishments could be rewards and rewards could be punishments, that orgasms for her were bountiful and for me were special and rare and tied to our most intimate moments. I loved that she was proud of me, too; that we'd made so many friends this last half-year, and if they were squicked out by a brother and sister dating, they had no place in our lives. It was a fun time to be alive, where that criteria didn't limit our friendship pool one iota.

"Are Hilda and Bradley going to be here to help? They said they were going to help us unpack, right?" Bradley had actually throw himself at the idea, probably because he loved to fuck me, and Hilda liked to watch. We were happy, normal people. The kind of neighbors you wish you had.

The house was a total mess with all the boxes everywhere.  How was I supposed to find the toys I wanted to use on my sissy brother?  I had labeled all the boxes, but it wasn't making it any easier.  Diapers, diapers, diapers.  Which one had the ones with the flowers?  Where had I put that tape I could stick to the front that said "Sissy Bitch"?  I hated moving... "They should be here any minute now," I told Millie.

"Okay good because all this lifting is going to risk building up muscle tone and I work my butt off to be a soft little girl, okay?” Third room on the left was my nursery - that's where this box went. Like any couple, we shared a bedroom for bedroom things. For baby things, I had a nursery. It only made sense.

The crib had been hard to procure.  It wasn't like a baby's - it was huge.  I had long pondered getting Ellis and Millie into the crib together, but so far she had been a very good charge.  She wasn't like Millie, who needed constant care.  She didn't wear diapers or shit herself.  But she had learned to accept herself in other ways.  How I wanted to dress her up and humiliate her... but until she was disobedient, it wouldn't be necessary. Or fair. "Oh, Brad, hey!" He came in with two boxes in his arms and set them down in the living room.  Brad was the kind of guy that Millie wasn't.  Actually, he was everything Millie wasn't!  Soooo sexy... so masculine.  It was a shame that wasn't my type anymore.

"Hey Van, how you doin' girl?" Brad kissed my sister on the cheek and I smiled down from upstairs at the balcony, biting my lip seductively. The moment he looked up here, I quickly looked away and hurried down the hall. For a chauvinistic asshole all my life, I'd become a quick study on how to be seductive and coy and push boys’ buttons, that was for sure.

"Where's Hilda?" "She'll be over in a little bit.  And where's your boy?" Boy was almost a derogatory term for Millie at this point.  Calling him a girl was praise - calling him a boy was offensive.  It was a delicious way to make him squirm.  No doubt, wherever he was in the house, he had heard that word. "He'll be around.  If you see him, make sure to check if he's wet for me.  I haven't had time."

"Don't you worry, if he's not wet, he will be - girls get wet around hot guys, and pretty little bitches just get wetter, right?" The funny thing was that Brad was a really nice guy, charming and playful and confident - the words he used when referring to me were strictly because he knew I liked them, and he'd never actually talk to someone else that way. "Ow!" I cried from upstairs, pretending to drop a box on my foot. I wanted his attention so bad. Mm. How had I ever been straight? I loved dicks and my sister. Nothing else mattered.

"Sounds like I found him," Brad joked and went up the stairs to find Millie.  He was just past the landing, with a box on the floor at his feet.  In his summer dress and corset, he looked even more beautiful than usual.  His eyes were dolled up with makeup, but that telltale jawline really exemplified his few masculine features.  There was no mistaking him as a girl.  Not for real.  That was half the reason he didn't take hormones - Vania didn't want him feminine enough to pass as a girl. "Having problems, little one?"

"Yes!" I puffed out my cheeks, blinked three or four times to wet my eyes, and pouted out my lips in dissatisfaction. "This box beat me up and it didn't even call me pretty afterward, like why would it be so rude like that? I'm pretty, aren't I? You think I'm pretty, don't you?" I knew just which buttons to push.

The shift in Brad's interest was immediate.  From coy, teasing to confident aggressor.  He looked down at the boy and stepped close to him, towering over Millie with his 6'4 stature.  Millie nearly took a step back, but he knew better.  Brad reached down and lifted the box up and put it aside, like the heavy books were nothing but pillows. "You're beautiful," he told Millie with seriousness in his voice.

"I know, 'cause you wouldn't be harder than the GRE if I weren't, and that's good, cause I'm easier to get into than a community college." I grinned coyly and bit on the tip of my thumb. "Um. It's gotta go in my nursery, tha's just over here. There's no bed yet, 'but there's a large bay window that my hands would look great pressed up against."

Hilda turned up ten minutes later, dressed down for the first time since we'd met.  Just a t-shirt and yoga pants. "Brad here already?" she asked. "Why hello to you too," I joked. "Yeah, he's looking for Millie.  I bet he found him." "Ugh, I swear.  Boys have such a one-track mind.  Don't they know we are trying to get you moved into your new place?"

Meanwhile in the bedroom, Brad was unpacking his load into my place, which happened in a timely enough manner that when we came downstairs - him piggybacking me on his back - we were sure nobody knew what we'd been up to. But we both smelled like sex and I was flushed in afterglow, so our secrets were pretty open. Like my tush when Brad pulled out at the end. "Sorry we found a pest and Bradley had to pound it, but it's taken care of now."

Hilda and I rolled our eyes.  Boys.  I swear. "If the two of you are done procrastinating, these boxes need to go upstairs.  This one in the nursery.  And I've got some furniture in the truck still." "I can help with that," Hilda said, who was all but the size of a child, contrary to her personality. "Yeah, but I wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself," I said, sticking out my tongue.  Hilda gave me a serious look. "Don't start."

"Yeah, you should let the big kids take care of this one, Hildy~" I took her boyfriend’s hand and tugged on it, stealing him away to the moving van. "She's so stinking cute, Brad, I don't know where you find girls like that. It's a pity you two aren't related so you could be in a normal incestuous relationship.”

The boys left through the door and I started to unpack the box of dishes.  I reached for one of the plates, but Hilda put her hand on top of it.  I looked down at her.  She was only 4'11.  I couldn't imagine being her size and dating a guy as big as Brad. "Watch your tone next time," she warned me.  Her voice had venom to it.  It paralyzed me.  I looked down at her with awe and felt a bit of heat on my cheeks.  It was remarkable to me how controlling Hilda was.  I constantly forgot she was the one in charge of Brad. "R-right..."

"That nursery could just as easily be shared by you two, and some real adults could have your bedroom, little bubby." Her tone was serious, firm, sickly sweet and pretty and stinging like a bee. There was just a way about the way Hilda spoke that was one part magical, one part a accursed.

Brad and Millie came back upstairs with the right half of the changing table and Hilda returned to unpacking boxes.  I looked at the plate in my hands with a blush on my cheeks and tried to shake off the encounter.  Hilda had been very direct before.  We'd kissed a few times.  But she was kind enough never to do anything humiliating in front of Millie.  Gosh, I needed to stop blushing...

"So when is the housewarming party? How many people are you inviting? Millie is a good maid, but if you invite too many people, you might need a second one. You and Millie wear the same size clothes, right? Mm~" Her tone was airy and mischievous. "Mommy, Brad slapped my bum and won't kiss it better!" "Kiss it better, Bradley." Hilda quipped back and I grinned. "But if you two can't keep your little joysticks out of each others ports, I'm going to put you in the cage, Bradley, so you'll be a matched set.”

I let out a little sigh and turned back to my brother, who was bending over so a very tall guy could kiss his ass.  This was... a very cool life.  I continued to unpack the dishes.  

Later that night, the truck was returned and I'd ordered pizza for us all.  Hilda ate breadsticks.  But it had been a long day and no one had changed Millie. "Hey, babygirl.  Come here a second?" I reached my hand under his skirt and put a finger in his diaper.  Yep, as expected.

"I don't know what you expected, you've been neglecting me all day after making me functionally incontinent." I stuck my tongue out at my sister, which was petty bold for me, but we had company and I had a strange feeling about my sister and Hilda this whole afternoon.

"Ah, you're being quite the brat, hm?  Well maybe a spanking before your changing is a good idea.  Would you like it bare-bottomed upstairs, or in front of our guests over your diaper?" Millie got like this sometimes.  He acted out.  But that was just him telling me he wanted to play.  He had been working all day - I wasn't surprised that he was needy.

"Oh no, please pretty please not in front of company!" I gripped onto Brad's ample bicep and cuddled into him. "Save me, Brad, pretty please? I'll do that thing where I stick my tongue out after you finish so you can see it if you help me pretty please!"

"Millie," I said sternly.  He stopped.  Froze.  He walked over to me and laid down over my lap.  He knew better than to fight me now.  He'd had his fun.  I lifted up the seat of his dress so his very wet diaper was showing.  I didn't hesitate to deliver twenty spankings with the palm of my hand.  It wouldn't hurt him, but with the cage still clad around his cock and the arousal domination brought him, it would at least sate him until bedtime.

A long time ago, a spanking might have been enough to get me off. Heck, if the cage were off, a blowjob would have gotten me off, too. Nowadays, only one thing ever really did. Getting railed, that was close. I might even cum a little bit. But my sister knew what she'd done to me, she knew that for me to really have the kind of climax that months in chastity demanded, there was only one way to go about it. That didn't mean I didn't like the spanking, though.

"Come on," I told him, helping him up on his feet. "Let's get you in a dry diaper and we'll wind down for the night." I looked at Brad and Hilda. "We'll be right back." And with his wrist in my hand, I led Millie upstairs.

I waddled up the stairs with my sister and leaned into her with a happy little smile. "I can't believe this is our life now, sis. I can't believe how awful I used to be and how wonderful things are now. It's like a dream come true, and you're the best thing to ever happen to me."

"To be fair," I said with a kiss on his ear. "I've always been the best thing that's ever happened to you." That's what being a twin is all about.  I pulled him into the nursery and helped him up onto the changing table.  I found the flower diapers I had been looking for earlier. "What pajamas would you like to wear for our friends?"

"I wanna wear a nightie... a babydoll, maybe? I like when Brad can see my diapers, 'cause he always looks and thinks I don't notice, and Hilda always looks with this mischievous look in her eye and she's so cute. Not as cute as you, though, Mommy, nobody is more cute than you... well maybe me, but that's cause you made me."

Fuck, he was adorable.  I changed him out of the wet diaper and into a fresh flower one.  Hm, had he messed himself today?  No, he hadn't.  He certainly would before bed.  I could probably time it to be in front of our friends.  I grinned. "Let's get you a nightie then."

"That one!" I pointed to the one with the felt butterfly motif on the front and the lacy ribbons that tied at the shoulders and trailed down my skin. I'd read a lot about hormones, how my skin could be more sensitive and softer, but I didn't wanna be a girl - I was a sissy, that was it. So I just scrubbed hard in the shower every day and kept my skin sensitive that way. That’s how men solved problems.

He was adorable for Hilda and Brad.  He sat on the floor while I poured the three of us some wine.  Little girls didn't need drinks like this, so I got him a bottle of apple juice.  Then we talked, because we only really saw Hilda and Brad once a week and that wasn't nearly enough!

"Do you think you'll ever tell your parents?" Brad asked the question, which had a lot of layers to it. Tell them what? That we had sex? That we were in love, that we were dating, that she stole my manhood and made me addicted to the smell of her mess contingent on my orgasms? I grinned behind my sippy, waiting for my sister to answer. She knew best.

"Mmmm..." I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. "Probably not.  I don't see why we would?  Though next time we visit home, I don't think Millie will be dressing as a boy.  She's a good girl now.  She can explain to our parents that this is the choice she is making.  But my involvement isn't important." At least, not to my parents.

"She definitely passes." Which was, admittedly, a relative term. In public, those who didn't know better, might read me as a girl. Those who knew me before, well, they'd probably know who I used to be. My parents would just think I had a long way to go and that was fine - as long as I didn't slip into my childishly excited lisp in front of them. "And you're going to keep her in diapers full time still? You wear them only at night, right Vania?" Hilda was so candid. It was so sexy.

I glared at Hilda and shrunk down in my seat.  She only knew because Millie was an idiot and told her last month!  Since we got together, I had opted out of trying to stay dry at night.  I didn't care if I wet the bed.  But I didn't really want anyone to know... at least Millie was punished for that particular incident. "Uhh, yeah... just at night.  Sometimes." All the time.

"You're so cute." She sipped her wine and pinched my sister’s cheek. I giggled, snorted apple juice up my nose, coughed for a few minutes, and then realized how badly I needed to go. Gosh. "Um I think I left something in the basement maybe..." I was an awful liar. And I wasn't even that ashamed, I just liked them to think of me as sexual, and I knew full well that poop wasn't exactly the most sexual thing to most people.

"You can stay here," I told Millie a little too harshly.  Hilda had wound me up a little and I was eager to reassert myself as the dominant one in this household.  After all, it was MY household!  But my shift in attitude was certainly noticed. "Sit over there on the floor by Brad's feet and finish your juice."

"But..." She stared daggers at me and I pouted, fluffing out my cheeks, before crawling over there and doing as I was told. Something was definitely up between Hilda and my sister, maybe they were playing a game. Brad started to play with my hair and I leaned into his legs, sighing. Sorry, what was I worked up over?

It wasn't long.  Another bit of dialogue about lifestyle.  Another bit about TV shows.  My brother winced and wiggled at Brad's feet and his bottle was completely empty.  I watched with anticipation and glanced over at Hilda with a smug look.

I'd done this so many times that it shouldn't have fazed me one little bit, but it did. It did because it was Brad.  It did because obviously I didn't even try to stop it happening, like maybe I couldn't have. I raised myself up on my knees a little to make space, and cuddled to Brads legs, sighing as I began to embarrassingly fill my diaper with smelly mush, squishing into every crevice of my diapered behind.

Millie was not subtle.  Brad and Hilda watched in... curiosity?  Amazement?  Bewilderment?  It was hard to tell.  But it wasn't disgust.  Obviously my brother was in diapers all the time.  Obviously this happened.  They had just never seen it before.  When he was done, he sat down on his squishy behind without a second thought and looked up at me in embarrassment. "Good girl," I told him. "Now about about you thank these two for being so kind and head up to bed.  I'll be up later."

I got to my feet, which was always a bit of a struggle with the imbalance my diaper now held, and I made sure to curtsy the way the boys on cam loved when I did. I dipped, I showed my diaper, I showed submission, and when I was done I approached my sister and waited for my goodnight kiss. I loved kissing her so much. I loved my sister. Ugh. So hot. Once we kissed, I went upstairs like a good little pet, a good brother, a good sissy, a good baby bitch. I was so aroused..

"That was... unexpected." Brad was obviously more put off than Hilda was.  I smiled proudly and finished my glass of wine.  More than anything - more than my job and my house - I was proud of Millie.  What he'd become.  What I'd made him into. "Well, it happens."

"Little girls have accidents, Bradley, just like those accidents you have when you cream my panties in front of your father? Well, Millie and Vannie have accidents like that, only theirs are a little more... infantile. Isn't that right, Vannie?" Hilda winked and finished her glass of wine.

Vannie.  I blinked in surprise and looked up at her, then Brad.  But Brad was lost in his half of what Hilda had said.  Cream her panties.  I hesitated and looked down at my empty glass. "Um.  Well." I could never get a leg up on Hilda.  She was a strangely powerful woman.  I took a deep breath and lied instead. "It's getting quite late, and I have a little girl waiting for me upstairs."

“You shouldn't stay up too late, either.  We’ll come over tomorrow when Bradley finishes work and help out some more; make sure you're dressed cute, understand? You and Millie might want to coordinate. Come on Bradley, I've got a vagina that could use your dick if you're all done sticking it in boys’ bums for the day?" A few wines definitely brought out Hilda, didn't they? She snapped her fingers, and the two of them left.

I sighed and went to the sink to clean the wine glasses.  Hilda was... weird.  Remarkably weird.  I leaned against the counter and looked up at the ceiling.  I wondered what would happen if I gave her what she wanted.  Did she even want that?  But then again, maybe all her teasing was just bravado.  At least my life wouldn't get boring anytime soon.  I washed my hands and went up to find my Millie, curled up in my bed.  The thick stink of her diaper filled the room.  I changed myself into night time clothes - a diaper and a nightie - and crawled in beside her.  She stirred, but I didn't bother waking her.  More than anything, this is what I loved most.  Beyond the control and the diapers and the humiliation.  Just... us.  Us, together.  A love we've always had.

“The end!” Selphie said with a smile.

“No last minute face-sitting?” Ana pouted, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Maybe we’ll write a sequel,” Selphie yawned.  It was well past both of their bedtimes.  If Mommy came home and found them out of their cribs, writing such erotic literature, they’d get a lot more than a spanking.

Ana got up from the floor in her stinky diaper and turned out the lights.  It was the end of another late night with Selphie, writing stories and breaking the rules, just as they did every week.  But as they toddled off to bed, they each thought the other had picked up the notebook off the living room floor.

[End.]

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[CDfm]

Wow. I really enjoyed the power struggle in chapter 9. I am actually sore to see this come to an end although much of it went past my comfort level. That’s probably why I enjoyed it so much, it pushed me beyond what I had been comfortable with. I was happy to give it a like. 

[Sophie ♥]

5 hours ago, CDfm said:

That’s probably why I enjoyed it so much, it pushed me beyond what I had been comfortable with.

I think it's great when you can read something you like but also let it impart new ideas and information on you!  I think the same thing applies with kinks.

Also, I'm glad you liked the story!!