The Summer I Wanted To Stay In A Boring Motel Room Chapter 14

[Ishigreensa]

Chapter 1:

My Evil Cousin

 

“Come on, girls,” my dad called for Lacey and me to get our suitcases down to the front door. My dad and mom had to go somewhere, I guess for business, and they said if they took us, we’d be shut up in the motel the whole day and be bored, so instead of that, they arranged for us to spend the summer with dad’s sister’s family, our Aunt and Uncle Susan and Scott Redford. Aunt Susan is okay, at least to me, but I don’t think she likes my mom that well, and there’s something about her, that makes me think she thinks, she’s better than my mom.

Lacey walked her rolling suitcase along behind her to the front door, and she sighed looking up at our parents. I pulled along my larger suitcase and looked up at them too. All of us had tears in our eyes.

“You girls know, mama would take you with us and spend the days with you if I could, but I have to be right by your dad’s side for this one most of the time, and then there would be nothing for you girls to do but stay in the motel room. They have really strict rules where we were booked, and kids can’t really leave the room on their own, babies.”

I nodded and so did Lacey. Dad had been trying to get this big company to do something for his business, and since mama was in the business with him, they said they needed her there, too. So, yeah, lucky Lacey and me get to spend our summer with some cousins I don’t really want to be around, one in particular, and we get to see an aunt that doesn’t really like our mom either. I’ve heard her point blank, when our mama is not around, telling people that she’s not a good mother, that she doesn’t know what she’s doing, and wondering if she even toilet trained her own children…. The list of things that she thinks mom is not good at goes on and on.

We hugged dad and mom and as we did so, the doorbell rang.

My mama backed up a bit, letting our thin lean red headed dad with a few freckles closer to the door to open it. And standing there, at the door, was thin lean Aunt Susan, another perfection that she boasted despite having had twice the number of kids my mama had.

Aunt Susan leaned into my dad and hugged him. You couldn’t see if she had any freckles on her face, but she had red hair and green eyes just like dad did. I nervously shuffled on my feet.

“Did you even send your girls to the toilet?” Aunt Susan looked past my dad and to my mom, her short black hair permed into a manageable cute do on her head. She had light brown skin just like my sister and me, and her eyes were dark brown.

“My children aren’t in preschool,” my mama defended herself as well as defending the fact that I was thirteen years old and knew not to pee my pants, and my ten year old sister also knew better than to wet herself.

“Well, preschoolers or not,” Aunt Susan said. “I always tell my kids to get to the bathroom before we leave the house when we are going on long trips. You know how kids are. The minute the car just takes off, if your girls didn’t go, they’ll end up being all wet.”

I blushed and looked up at mama. “I’ll just try to go to the bathroom, okay?”

Mama smiled and patted my head. “Go ahead, honey, but don’t take too long. Your daddy and I need to get on the road here.”

“Never mind,” Aunt Susan took me by the hand. “We’ll just stop by Kmart or something. I wanted to get your girls something anyway, and they can just go then.”

I looked down, but didn’t go up to the bathroom, not that I really thought I had to go. I just didn’t like the lady talking trash about my mama’s toilet training procedures, as if my sister and I even still needed that!

Aunt Susan’s touch was soft and kind as she placed a hand on each shoulder. I would have shrugged her off, but mom and dad were watching, and I had already promised them I’d try to be nice and polite to Aunt Susan no matter what she thought. I started to wish I had not made that promise now.

As I walked out the house, I saw that Uncle Scott, a burly big guy with arms the size of small tree logs in diameter, and a head like a rock waiting by the car with the car door open. He wasn’t too bad, to tell the truth. He smiled at me as I started to climb into the car, wanting at first to opt for the seat closer to the front, sitting next to my cousin Jessica, but Margaret was way in the back, and she called for me. The mini-van had three seats in the back, two in the front part that had a narrow walkway to the three seated one in the way back.

“You two sit in the back,” Susan told me. “You and Margaret want to catch up, right? I mean, you are about the same age, so obviously, you’d like to talk, and Jessica and Lacey, being in about the same grade, they can talk.”

I looked down. In truth, Margaret was a few months older than me, and because her birthday was in the summer, she was one whole grade level older than me. She had curly red hair, but her freckles were also so light, that her skin looked blemish free. She was wearing a green top and a pink skirt this morning as I got into the car.

“Nice to see you,” she was playing nice at the moment as she greeted me. “I can’t believe we are going to have the whole summer to do stuff together.”

I shook my head, looking down, frowning, thinking that doing stuff together would mean her looking for different ways to either embarrass me or to get me in trouble with. She has been doing this to me every summer when we go see them since at least three summers ago.

Two cousins in the middle seat between the far back one that Margaret and I were sharing and the seat near the front where my sister Lacey and Jessica were sharing, were both boys. They had more yellow blond hair, as did Jessica. The three of them did have light freckles, and blue eyes, Jessica’s looking a little more green than blue.

Lacey carefully climbed in and moved her skirt out from under to sit on properly like a good lady. She was wearing a white top and a blue skirt. I just wore a black tshirt with a cat on the front and a pair of old blue jeans. I didn’t feel like this was a special summer at all.

I pushed at Margaret’s hands as she tried to reached around me.

“I’m just doing your seat belt, cuz.”

“Well, I can do it. I’m not helpless, you know,” I told her.

“Could have fooled me,” Margaret said back causing Aunt Susan to looked up from helping Lacey put hers on.

“What’s going on back there?” she demanded of us.

“Valana isn’t letting me put her seat belt on,” Margaret told her mom.

“Valana, it’s the family car rule. Friends, Family, and everyone knows that you don’t ride in the Redford car unless you have your seat belt buckled across your lap.”

“I was going to do it,” I told my aunt.

“Well, Margaret is already in position to help you, so just let her do it. She knows it’s her job to make sure all the kids are seat belted in the back seats.”

I sighed and rolling my eyes, letting stupid Margaret put my seat belt on for me.

As we started to roll away from the house, I heard Aunt Susan say something, a low murmur to Uncle Scott to which he asked, “Why didn’t you just have them go at the house?”

“You know how my brother’s wife is,” Susan told him. “She was basically telling Valana to not use the toilet the way she spoke. Valana said she’d just try to go when I brought up I’d make our children go, but then that woman turned to her and said “Don’t take all day. You know your dad and I need to be out of here, and then I saw Lacey looked down. I swear, if Lacey wets her pants at the store, it’s their mother’s fault.”

I felt my face heat up. I only said I’d try because Aunt Susan was making a big deal of things, and I didn’t even have to go. Now, she’s making it sound like my mother wanted me to pee my pants. She’s so stupid!

“What are you thinking about?” Margaret pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Nothing,” I lied. I knew better than to tell Margaret that I was not thinking nice things of her mother. That would not end well at all.

“Well, I think mom and dad are going to get you and your sister some swimsuits.”

“We have some,” I told her.

“You mean those rags you wore last summer?” she asked me.

“What rags? I had on something that was really nice last summer. But actually, no it wasn’t even the same one, if you have to know. My daddy’s business is actually doing well, and he got us some swimsuits at the start of summer.”

It was already June eleventh, and school had let out on June 4^th this year. Lacey had just turned ten years old on June 8^th.

“I bet your mom let you get stuff that barely hangs to your body,” Margaret said as though my mom would let us get something unclassy. I wanted to hit her in the lip, and gritting my teeth, I used every ounce of will power I had to hold back. But as I grunted in displeasure at wanting to release my fist into her face, Margaret decided to make it weird.

“Mom, I think Valana has to poop. She was grunting. She might be doing it in her pants!”

I blushed really red and stared hard into my cousin’s eyes. She knew that I was not grunting from anything other than wanting to just tear her head off her shoulders. If I did anything right now, I knew Aunt Susan would just see me fighting, and would blame me. I tried to ignore her, turning to look out the window. I had nothing left to say to the social mafia queen.

Margaret didn’t say anything for several minutes, and I slowly started to calm down. There was no good getting worked up the first few minutes of vacation. If I kept like this, I would never have fun this summer, nor even have a break. I just had to remember the source, and try to ignore what they said. It wasn’t worth fighting.

Margaret was quiet all the way to Kmart. It was already 11:30 when we got there, so Aunt and Uncle Redford took us to the food court part, and got us lunch. I had a nice blue ICEE with a hotdog with mustard and cheese. Lacey had ketchup on hers. Margaret made a face at hotdogs and got a hamburger instead. If we were getting hamburgers, I’d rather go someplace that specializes in them, like McDonalds or Burger King. I wasn’t one of those princess types that pretended to worry and fuss over my body, just to get so sickly lean that it wouldn’t be healthy anyway. That was stupid. I mean, I didn’t eat like a pig or anything, but I certainly saw nothing wrong with eating a few extra calories once in a while. I wasn’t exactly fat, and Lacey was healthy, but for a fifth grader, I didn’t really think she had anything to worry about either.

Once we were fed, just like Margaret predicted, Uncle Scott was leading us towards the girls’ swim stuff, but just before we got there, Aunt Susan spotted the signs for the toilets.

“Scott, let me take the girls to the toilet, you know, just in case. Besides, it has been a little while since our kids have gone, too.”

He nodded. “Alright. I’ll take the boys.”

As we were walking, staggered because there were Aunt Susan, Lacey and Jessica, and then Margaret and me, so that Margaret pulled me by the arm stopping me a second.

“If you pee right now, in the bathroom?” she started.

I looked into her eyes, trying to make her take her dare back, giving her as mean a frown as I could, but it didn’t make her back down.

“If you do it, I will make sure Lacey poops her pants tonight.”

“You couldn’t do that,” I whispered to her just as my aunt called to us.

“What are you two doing? Get over here,” she said with a frown.

“You watch,” Margaret said with a sour look as she walked in front of me towards the bathrooms. The way she said it, it felt like she meant it. Normally, if we were at home, and I didn’t have to worry about someone sabotaging my sister, I would easily not care what happened, and even push her or make her mad, but something about Margaret wanting to just be mean to her, just because I might disobey what she wanted, I don’t know what it was. I can’t explain it, but something rose up in me, and I knew I couldn’t let something happen to her. She was my little sister, and she didn’t deserve anything that Margaret might do to her just because Margaret was mad at me. Besides, I didn’t have to pee right now. So, I decided to just hang out by the sinks.

Aunt Susan saw me standing by the sinks though, and realized I didn’t go.

“Valana, I specifically made this stop so you can use the toilet, honey. If you didn’t wet your diaper, try to go pee for auntie.”

I blushed really red and unzipped my pants in front of the whole bathroom and showed my aunt I was wearing green panties. “I don’t wear diapers,” I told her as I pulled down my jeans and showed her completely turning my ass her way so she could see there was no mistaking that these were fully juvenile teenager’s panties!

She smiled and gestured at the toilet.

“I don’t gotta go,” I told her. “How come you gotta treat me like I’m five?”

Some of the women in the bathroom started to stare at Aunt Susan, and she got tight lipped real quick. On our way out the bathroom, she came up on me, and grabbed my arm. “You’d better not be wet when we stop,” she whispered harshly at me. Then she walked on past which allowed Margaret to catch up.

“I guess you shouldn’t have pulled your pants down in front of everyone, and yelled at my mom, huh?” she prodded at me.

“Well, maybe she should mind her own business and not keep checking on me and Lacey like we’re five,” I snapped at Margaret.

Margaret smiled and pointed over at her mom. I could see Aunt Susan giving me the eye. No doubt she heard what I had to say again. I was probably going to get my mouth smacked in a bit, but you know, I didn’t care. I was right. She was being too nosy. She wasn’t my mom, and even my own mom doesn’t check me to go to the bathroom or accuse me of wearing diapers in the daytime.

We got over to the swim stuff, and you know little kids. My sister was very happy to get a second swimsuit in just a few days, that was brand new, but I saw nothing wrong with the one I had, and so wasn’t in the mood to pick a different one.

“Valana,” this time Uncle Scott was talking to me. I think Aunt Susan was too mad or upset at me to talk calmly. “We need you to get a swim suit, sweetheart.”

I shook my head. “I already have one,” I told him.

“Honey, we don’t allow kids to wear the kind of swim suits that your mom would let you wear.”

“How do you know what it even looks like?” I looked up at him. “You haven’t even see it since I just got it like the day after summer break started.”

“Well, I don’t need to see it to know what your mother’s style is,” he said. “You know your Aunt Susan knows exactly what kinds of things your mama puts on you.”

“Are these jeans so bad?” I asked him.

“No, honey. There is nothing wrong with your jeans.”

“Then is my top trashy or trampy or something?” I asked.

He shook his head. He couldn’t honestly say anything about it because I specifically picked out the most conservative clothes I had to wear to meet them since I knew how Aunt Susan could be.

“Then how do you know my swim suit is trashy?” I asked him. “You see nothing wrong with what I have on right now! I chose these clothes. How do you know something is wrong with my swim suit?”

He sighed and shrugged to which Aunt Susan came over and put a gentle hand on my shoulder. She started very softly.

“Look, Valana, I’m sorry. You know I just didn’t want you to wet your pants, and it looked like your mom was trying to deny you and your sister going when we left your place.”

“Well, she didn’t. She told us to go like an hour ago, and she reminded a few times since then, so she wanted us to go. I really didn’t have to go, and Lacey did try to go for mom already before we were ready to go.”

“Whatever, honey. I’m sorry. Look, just get another swim suit. I’m not saying your mom picked out a trashy one for you. Just think of it this way, if you wanted to swim again, but you didn’t have a chance to get your one swim suit clean or at least dry, then you’ll have an extra one.”

I sighed. “Aunt Susan, you’re wrong about my mama. She’s a good mama. She takes good care of Lacey and me, and we both know how not to wet our pants in the daytime, okay?”

“And what about night time?” she asked.

I looked down. “Lacey hasn’t wet the bed since last year at your place,” I told her.

“And what about you?”

“The last time I had an accident, was last year at your place too.”

I was scared to tell her that it was because Margaret’s doing that we even had accidents at her house. But at least this way, I wasn’t arguing about what happened last year.

“Well, even at twelve years old, you do realize that’s a bit old to wet your pants by accident with a bathroom so close to your room, right?”

I blushed and looked down. “I know. My mom asked me about it, and made me promise to be more careful.”

“Lacey wet her bed like every night last summer, honey.”

I nodded knowing again that each time had to do with Margaret getting her sister and brothers to do stuff to her to make it hard on her. They made me wet myself, too, in my sleep. Twice, they did the hand and water thing, even when I tried to be careful. Somehow, even though the trick isn’t supposed to work if you are alert, somehow, they made it work. I know because I felt warmth run over my privates before it leaked down on the bed just before I could get conscious enough to stop it. They did other stuff too, from just putting water in the bed on us, while we were sleeping, I felt them wet under me just as I was getting to sleep, and woke up catching them with a cup in their hands, and I also sometimes slept through, but when I woke up, I knew I had not wet the bed, so they must have gotten water into my diaper somehow, because even when I was wearing diapers, as Aunt Susan later made us do in the summer, somehow, I was still wet.

“You realize that because you were still wetting the bed all last summer, I can’t necessarily believe that Lacey has just miraculously stopped, and you know you wet the bed, too, honey.”

I sighed and looked down. There was no convincing her just now, and I was sure, if Margaret had anything to do with it, that I’d be wetting the bed this summer, too. So I didn’t try to tell her I don’t wet the bed.

“Honey, I’m not just saying your mama is not doing some things right to be mean,” Aunt Susan suddenly told me. “My kids are toilet trained, honey. Jessica doesn’t even wet the bed, and she’s your sister’s age. She hasn’t wet the bed since she was six, but you and your sister still pee in your pants in the daytime….”

“Not anymore?” I pleaded with her.

“Well, even if you stopped peeing in your pants last summer, you were still too old for that, and I’m sure Lacey still pees her pants unless someone takes her to the toilet often enough.”

I sighed. “Aunt Susan? Can we just stop this talking? Please? I’d do whatever you want, but talking about this stuff is embarrassing.”

I felt like other people were looking at us while my aunt accused me of still peeing my pants, of wetting the bed, and of my sister still wetting herself.

“Alright sweetheart. But we are getting you diapers so you won’t have to worry about peeing your pants or the bed,” she told me.

I nodded.

They eventually got me a full one piece swim suit that was purple. It wasn’t exactly, well stylish, but at least it wasn’t babyish either. I just let them do it. They were going to either way, and before we left Kmart, there were teen pull ups in the cart and there was a package of kid’s pull ups and a package of Kid’s bed wetting diapers in there. There were also a few other things in there, that I supposed looked a little bit like those pads you use for girls once a month, only these ones were a bit wider, thicker, and had a smell that was strong enough, to probably cover a pee smell.

We finally went out to the car, and Aunt Susan looked over at Scott. “We should put one on the girls now in case they fall asleep.”

“Look, if we keep spending all day here, we are not going to get home at a decent time,” he told our aunt.

“Well, do you want the kids to pee all over the seats?”

“Fine. You take the Ross sisters back to the bathroom and put diapers on them, and I’ll watch the other kids.”

Margaret caught me by the arm before I got out of the van.

“If you go to the bathroom in there, your sister is going to poop her diaper,” she whispered to me.

I just nodded and got out to get away from her. I didn’t want Lacey to poop her pants, however Margaret planned to pull it off. I knew she could do it. I walked with Aunt Susan, and anyway, I still didn’t feel like going yet, but I was thinking that I wished Margaret would shut up about it. It was annoying to hear her accuse me of having to go, and of her threatening that if I did, Lacey would pay for it.

Eventually, we were in the car and we started out of town at around one in the afternoon.

The drive to my Aunt’s house was a good six hours, so I knew we’d have a long restless car ride ahead of us. I just hoped that the next time that everyone stopped, Margaret would forget to threaten me and let me go without threatening Lacey’s pants.

“So,” Margaret started talking to me after a little while. “I guess we are going swimming of course, which is why mom had to get you some decent swim suits, but we are also going to go to Six Flags in a few days, and I think we are going camping,” she told me.

“Great,” I said in a sour mood. I would have loved going to Six Flags, if it wasn’t with an aunt that believes I pee my pants and a cousin that is likely to do something prove my aunt right.

“Well, what kind of mood is that?” Margaret asked me. “Here we are, inviting you to go with our family to some really fun places, and you just act like we said we are going to the park or something.”

I sighed. “Look, thank you for taking us to Six Flags and for taking us camping,” I said to her. “But honestly, there are like a billion other people I’d rather camp with than you, and as far as Six Flags goes, how long will I be able to have fun before you pull something on either Lacey or me to ruin my time?”

She frowned. “Well, if you don’t at least act like you are enjoying it, I promise you, that Lacey won’t.”

I stared daggers at her. “You better not do anything to her.”

“Then do as I say. As long as you entertain me, I’ll leave your little sister alone, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Depends. Promise to even pee your pants if I tell you to?”

I looked into her eyes, trying to decide if she was saying it in a way that it would not be a lie, but still be able to get Lacey even if I let her do what she wanted to me.

“Tell me that you are not going to make Lacey poop her pants or poop her diaper or poop in her sleep,” I told her waiting.

Margaret frowned and with her thumb and forefinger caressing her chin, she acted like she was a villain thinking it over.

“I’m not going to promise to embarrass myself unless you promise to leave my sister alone, and if you go back on your word, I will make sure your mom catches you doing stuff to her.”

“And if I promise to leave Lacey alone and she doesn’t have any accident what so ever, what guarantee do I have that you will obey everything I say, including you pee the bed every night this summer?”

I frowned at her. “You need a guarantee?” I asked. “You have so many tricks in your bag, that you know if I tried to go back on my end, you would just make it happen anyway.”

“So? Since I have those available, then why shouldn’t I make you both do it?”

“Because I’m getting tired of you, and you might find my fist down your throat for making my sister cry,” I told her trying to keep still my emotions.

“You know you shouldn’t threaten me like that, especially in the car. Just a little louder and mom and dad would have heard you.”

“Good. I hope they hear what you are doing and have been doing to us.”

“Do you think I’m that stupid?” Margaret’s voice got two times softer. “Now, I already have a plan to make your sister poop her pants before our next stop. I can make it happen, or you can save her.”

“And to save her, you mean you want me to pee my pants, right?”

“Not just wet your pants. Put your hands in your diaper, and move the padding out of the way so the pee goes into your pants and leaks down in the seat and down your legs, and before we stop. If you wait until we are stopped to pee, your sister poops herself.”

I shook my head. “I’ll try. I don’t even have to pee right now, so you’ll have to wait a while.”

“You didn’t use the toilet in Kmart?” she whispered furiously at me.

“No. You can even find a way to ask your mom. I insisted I didn’t need to go because I didn’t, alright?”

“Fine.”

“Margaret, if you really want me to pee the bed every night, I have a question.”

“What’s that?”

“How come you started thinking about stuff like this, and wanting me to wet my pants since three years ago?” I asked.

“If I show you, you have to keep it secret, and you’ll have to wet your pants during the day the whole summer.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Well, my secret is really big. So, it’s up to you. If you really want to know, I will need to know you are fully on board being my baby cousin.”

“Baby cousin? Is this all related to you trying to make me a baby? Why?”

“Again, another secret that I will only reveal if you are going potty full time in your pants, no potties.”

I frowned and looked down. I didn’t want to know that much, did I? I just wanted to understand why she wanted to make us embarrassed, but it seemed the only way to get to that, was to really make things bad and make Aunt Susan right, that means I’m not toilet trained, and she can go on blaming my mama….

We were in the car for a while, and I eventually felt the need to do what Margaret wanted. I looked over and saw her dozing. I looked towards the front. The boys were sleeping and my sister looked like she was sleeping. I looked under the seat in front, to see if the boys had anything hidden under it. There was a large box, and some crossed seat frame metal that kept me from pulling the box back to me. Whatever they had to mess with my sister was probably in that.

I pushed my hand on my pants, the diaper underneath like a cloud because I wasn’t wet yet. I looked over at Margaret. If I spoke up and we stopped, what would happen to Lacey? How would they make it look like the pooped her pants, because I was certain she wouldn’t just go with her own body.

I lightly moved my finger on Margaret’s neck. I didn’t want Lacey to suffer. I had no choice.

Eventually, Margaret woke up to my prodding, and she looked up at me.

“What?”

“I’m ready to do what you want,” I told her.

“What do you mean?” she seemed a bit out of it, as if she had not remembered what she wanted earlier. I was not going to remind her if she forgot. If she forgot, it would be her fault, and I was not going to let her pick on Lacey for something that she completely forgot on her own.

I stayed very quiet, though my legs started to jitter a little bit, little bounces on the seat that would be easily missed if you were not trying to influence or gas light someone into this….

“Oh, do you have to pee?” she whispered to me.

“Remember, if I do this, you leave Lacey alone,” I told her. “I’ll wet my pants completely and make a puddle in the seat and make it pee down my legs, but you leave Lacey alone the rest of the car trip.”

“I’m only leaving her alone the whole trip if you keep peeing your pants the whole car ride,” Margaret said. “No toilets at all for you.”

“Deal.”

I started to pee.

She smiled as I put my hands down in my pants and moved and folded the pads down out of the line of the steam, and I pushed with my fingers, to open the leg holes of the diaper until I felt the pee pour on my hands, and slide around my butt wetting my pants and start to pee down my legs. I closed my legs by instinct, but kept trying to pee. It was hard to pee all the way because I didn’t do it on purpose except around Margaret. Eventually though, it felt like I had finished, and I had a lake not only under me in the seat, and down my legs, but the pads for inside the diaper sort of fell back in place, and I peed on them too, wetting the pads, and my hands were really gross with the smell and the slime of pee on them.

I took my hands out of my pants, and with tears in my eyes, I looked up at Margaret, and I told her. “I peed my pants.”

She put an arm around me, as if she was comforting me, and she started in a soft voice, but it was hard to hear when she spoke softly, so she got louder and louder until they heard in front.

“Valanda peed her pants.”

Aunt Susan eventually looked back, and saw her hugging me, and Margaret said it again, though the way she held my face and held me, it was like she was shushing me, as if she was babying me. “Cousin Valana peed her pants,” she told Aunt Susan. By then, the whole car was aware, and Lacey looked back our way, to see Margaret holding me like I was a younger child, and like I needed to be babied.

Uncle Scott     age  40       Dec 12                                                                               
Aunt Susan  Dad's Sister*  Dad is not biological, but he treats mom and us real nice, not like our bio dads did. 
                         age   36   Mar 10                                                                                 
Cousin Jason    age  15  Nov 18                                        Grade 10 next Sept.           
Cousin Margaret  age 13  BD: July 12                           Grade 9   next Sept            
Older Wetting Sister:  Valana  age 13  BD: Dec 4            Grade 8   next Sept            
Cousin Mike   age 11  BD:  Oct 12                                   Grade 6  next Sept            
Cousin Jessica  age 10  BD: April 13                                Grade 5  next Sept            
Younger Wetting Sister:  Lacey  age 10  BD: June 8         Grade 5  next Sept           

[dirtydingus84]

Great start and I can't wait to see how it all ends Aunt Susan needs a boot up her back side

[parkintochter]

Great chapter! It reminds me of this "wet american summer" story and I liked that a lot.

[Night Rain]

I like how is is turning out.

[Ishigreensa]

Chapter 2:
Something Is Wrong With My Sister and Me

 

“Keep your cousin quiet,” I heard Aunt Susan tell Margaret. “Remember, it’s not her fault, honey.”

“I know, mom.”

I just sat there, thinking about how much a baby I must seem to look to everyone in the car. Though it wouldn’t be surprising to Lacey that I peed my pants, she still looked back at me probably because of the way that Margaret was holding me, like I was a little kid that needed help.

We pulled into a pizza place eventually, and Aunt Susan gate kept the sliding door of the van, not letting Lacey or me get out until last. When it was down to us, she reached her hands out and picked Lacey up and carried her. I saw her pat the back of my sister’s butt and then whispered to Uncle Scott who then reached in and picked me up as I started to come out the door. I blushed really red as he held me, and I knew he could feel the pee leaked all over my pants, just like Margaret had wanted.

He whispered to me though, “Don’t worry, little one. No one is going to hit you. It was an accident, sweetheart.”

Their four kids, humiliatingly, even the two younger than me, were not wearing diapers, and they were not wet, and they didn’t even smell bad, and I was being carried, my pants all soaking wet and we were taken into the pizza place like that. Uncle Scott told Jason, the eldest cousin, to find a table for the rest the kids.

“Go find a table, and get everyone seated,” Uncle Scott told him. “I’m going to carry your little cousin back for your mom, and put her down outside the restroom so she doesn’t have to walk in front of everyone like she is.”

Margaret was coming with us, and she was holding stuff in her arms, the extra diapers and clothes that Aunt Susan told her to carry for both Lacey and me. I guess Lacey must have peed, too, and Aunt Susan and been feeling her butt, checking for it, so decided she needed changed too, though her skirt didn’t look wet to me.

Margaret took my hand when Uncle Scott put me down, and she hugged me shushing me as if she was still babying me, and Aunt Susan put a hand on her shoulder as she put Lacey down.

“Don’t draw attention, honey. Your little cousin is having it hard enough she peed her pants that much. I think she’s probably been wetting herself since she left Walmart when we were there. She’s so stubborn about defending her mom, that she must have been pretending she really didn’t have to go, and of course after wetting once, she was too embarrassed to tell us she had to go again, so she kept wetting herself until she leaked.”

Margaret nodded smiling. “That makes sense. I thought she was a little uncomfortable since we picked them up at her house and shortly after we were on the road after stopping for swimsuits, she suddenly relaxed.”

“Well, let’s not make it harder for her. Do me a favor though and help her.”

Margaret nodded at her mom and she took me into the handicap stall. “Unless you want everyone to watch me change you,” she whispered to me as she started to direct me in there. I was scared to say anything because Aunt Susan just told her to do it.

While she was getting stuff ready, I stood there, not sure what to do. I wanted to do it myself, but felt like that was never going to happen. I knew that I didn’t want Aunt Susan hearing me make trouble. I already looked like a baby, I didn’t want to act like one too.

“You did a good job,” Margaret whispered to me as she pulled down my wet jeans. “Your sister is safe as long as you pee your pants once more before we get to my house.”

I nodded. I hoped I could pee in my pants for her once more so she’d leave Lacey alone.

She pulled off my soggy pull up and pads inside, and looking it over, she showed me. “That’s pretty wet,” she observed. “You know what, I think you did pee twice in your pants,” she whispered.

I just looked down. It didn’t matter what I said, she’d believe what she wanted, and Aunt Susan already thought I peed like twice or more, so whatever Margaret told her, that’s what everyone would think, even Lacey, probably.

“Well, even if you did pee twice already, you still have to wet this new pull up before we get to my place if you don’t want Lacey to poop her pants, understand?”

I nodded.

She had some wet wipes, and she pulled some out and I reached for them, but she held them away from me.

“No,” Margaret told me firmly. “Mom told me to help you. If you want to cause a scene and have whatever girls are out there see how old you are, and so mom can come and do it instead…,” she didn’t finish her sentence, but left it lingering, the threat of there might be kids our age who had not yet seen my shame, knowing that my aunt would wipe me. I slumped in defeat and let her clean me.

Once I was wiped first front, then legs, and then back of legs, and then inside my butt crack, being fully humiliated like I was no more than a three year old, Margaret finally had me step into a clean pull up diaper, and she put two pads in it winking at me. “Wet them,” she whispered as she pulled them up on my butt and then patting my butt, she reached in the bag and pulled out a pair of pink sweats.

Once we had started eating, I saw that the place was actually fairly sparsely populated, and I could tell by the quiet atmosphere that it had to be really late at night. It was probably like past ten or something. I sighed as I ate a third piece of pizza.

“How much further?” I asked my aunt wondering when we could actually get out of the car for good. It seemed like we were taking a lot longer to get there than when my dad drove, but then again, if you were constantly barraged by your cousin to do this to yourself, and you felt nothing but shame and entrapment, maybe you’d feel like it lingered on longer than it did, too, I don’t know.

“There’s still another six hours to drive, sweetheart, and if your Uncle Scott gets tired and pulls over to rest for a bit, then maybe nine hours to get there.”

“That’s so long,” I sighed and ate at my pizza.

Lacey was already started to fall asleep. Her head was drooping, and it was pretty late. I thought about it a moment. Even if it was only about 10 at night, nine more hours would mean… 11, 12… 1, 2, 3… that’s five. 4 in the morning at the earliest and more likely around what, 5, 6, 7 am? We’d not get there until tomorrow morning! I was sure they were driving slower than dad does now.

“How come we are going so slow?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” Uncle Scott asked me.

“Well, when we go to your house, it only takes, like from about 7 in the morning until like 4 in the afternoon,” I told him. “And that’s with like four or fives times of stopping.”

“Well, some of us drive a little slower and a little safer than others,” he said smiling at me. “My brother is careful enough for government work, but you know, when you have a large family, of like six kids, and now I have two nieces in the car, too, pit stops take longer, and of course, I’m driving a little slower because I just don’t know what to expect from you kids in the back. I’m sure your family, only having two children in the car, make stops a lot faster, and with it being a lot quieter, your family probably feels like they can drive a little faster and still be safe.”

I looked down.

“Plus, we did leave at like eleven in the morning,” Aunt Susan told me. So, if you think about it, from seven you say until four is about nine hours, and eleven in the morning starting out plus nine hours is about eight in the evening, and then because we do have four extra people in the car that need stops, that means another twenty minutes at each stop, of five stops for about another hour and twenty minutes….”

“Why do you have to spend another twenty minutes at each stop?” I asked, but as soon as my cousin opened her mouth, I sort of had the idea I just put my foot in my mouth.

“Mom, I think actually, you can add another five minutes on top of that to every stop for 25 minutes longer,” Margaret said. “I don’t think they stop anywhere to use the bathroom at all, and the little kids, and the Not our Aunt probably just pee in the car in their pants.”

“Margaret, that’s enough,” Uncle Scott told her. “Look, I understand that you don’t feel she is your aunt even though your mom’s brother is her husband, but I will not have my daughter disrespecting adults no matter who they are, if they haven’t deserved it.”

“Daaa...ad,” Margaret whined. “I wasn’t disrespecting her. I just think that maybe they have different rules, and even she pees her pants because Uncle Carl….”

“Now, that is enough,” Susan suddenly flared up. “Your Uncle Carl doesn’t do anything he shouldn’t, and I’m more than sure he stops and gives all the girls in his car, wife and children, a chance to use the restrooms.”

Margaret saw the look in Aunt Susan’s eyes, and she looked down. I did, too. There was definitely a nerve that Margaret had hit with that last complaint she had given. Nothing in Margaret’s argument was right, but still, I could almost see something in Aunt Susan that was, well, something a little better than a goblin. She respected her brother, at least.

“Now, not another word on the topic,” Uncle Scott told Margaret, and then only after she nodded in submission, then he looked at the rest of the kids until we all nodded, not that I was going to sit there and say my own mother pees her pants. What kind of sick thinking is Margaret thinking anyway?

“Dad?” Margaret tried to see how far she could go, maybe ten minutes after it seemed the conversation had shut down.

“Yes, Margaret,” Uncle Scott asked.

“How come Valana and Lacey pee their pants, then?”

He sighed. “I said not another word on that,” Uncle Scott said.

“I thought you just meant on our not- Aunt Elizabeth,” she said in a sweeter voice.

“I meant on the whole topic,” he said. “I don’t care what they do in their car or what is going on with your cousins’ toileting habits. I just don’t think this is the place to discuss this.”

Margaret smiled in my direction as though she had gotten something past, like she won an unannounced game or something. In the end though, it did seem that she did slip in there, that the whole family still thinks I pee my pants and the bed all the time and that Lacey does it, too. I frowned as I ate another piece of pizza.

We were probably eating for about an hour, when Aunt Susan spoke up. “Well, before we get on the road, I want to check the Ross girls again, and I also want our children to use the toilet.”

Uncle Scott nodded agreeing with Aunt Susan. “Do you want me to get some clean diapers and clothes from the car for you?”

Aunt Susan nodded. “Yeah, that would be helpful just in case.”

I was taken back to the bathroom, and Aunt sent Margaret in the handicap stall with me again.

“I’m not changing you,” Margaret said, “so I’m not even going to check. You just nod along if mom asks, and I respond that you weren’t wet yet, and I told you to go, but you didn’t want to.”

I sighed.

“Or else your sister….,” she reminded me.

“I know,” I said frowning.

Margaret smiled and pulled down her skirt and panties in front of me and peed in the toilet. I wasn’t sure if she did that just because she had to go, or if she was trying to show off to me, something that she would not let me do. I turned away from her. I had already peed myself earlier from obeying her, so I didn’t feel like I had to go at that moment anyway.

I thought I sort of heard in the next stall, that Aunt Susan was trying to encourage Lacey.

“Can’t you pee, sweetheart?” she asked her.

“I already peed my pants just before coming here,” she said sweetly. “It was an accident, but I can’t go right now.”

Aunt Susan smiled and seemed to be really nice to her about it. “Well, alright. Don’t worry if you pee in your sleep, sweetheart. You should try to get some sleep on the way though because it will be a while before we get home.”

I sighed.

When we were all back in the car, Aunt Susan put the clean diapers in the boys’ box between them. “Just keep these handy for your cousins,” she told them as well as putting the extra clothes she had gotten out for us just in case.

Jason nodded and immediately put the diapers and the clothes away without letting Mike handle them.

“Are you a girl?” he asked Mike to which Mike got a little defensive as he said no.

“Well, why do you want to handle the girls’ diapers. They are made for girls, you know, and their other clothes are for girls, too.”

Mike was just quiet to what he was saying. The car was dark, and so I couldn’t really see clearly what he was doing, but I imagined he probably had a pout on his face and his arms folded. Of course he didn’t want them to put on or anything. I think he was just curious about girls, and somehow, felt that we, his not-cousins, wouldn’t count as being weird if he looked at our stuff a bit closer than he would his sisters.

Eventually, the car was quiet and I fell asleep.

 

“Did I tell you to get up from that table?” sounds came from the darkness. “I told you to sit your ass down and finish that worksheet!”

“I am sitting my ass down,” I heard my own voice talk back.

“Who told you to cuss at your elders?” the dark voice yelled at me.

 

I woke up and found myself in the quiet car, just as it was pulling off the highway. I wondered if we were in town yet, so I peeked, barely squinting oven a peek hole from my eyelids so I could pretend to be asleep if I need it, and I saw that we were in parking lot, as there were cars out the side of the window I was next to. I turned my head slightly against the window, pretending to adjust in my sleep, and tried to look towards the front. It was dark out there, but I could see some people moving out there. I had no idea what time it had to be.

The car was still running, idling, and I could hear whispers from the front.

“Look, I don’t know why that woman didn’t toilet train her girls,” I could heart Aunt Susan saying, “but the fact is, both those little kids have wet their pants for the last three years they had come and visited us, not just in the bed, but their pants.”

“Well, maybe your brother should get involved if you really think that they are not toilet trained,” I heard Uncle Scott.

“I told you, the kids are not really his,” She whispered back. “He probably doesn’t feel like he has any right to interfere with how their mother trains them.”

I felt sad that she still thought that way. I knew I couldn’t change her mind no matter what I said, so I just stayed quiet.

“Well, I don’t see how a thirteen year old kid doesn’t know any better than to wet her pants, especially in the day time,” Uncle Scott said. “There has to be more to it than just not being toilet trained.”

“Like what?” Aunt Susan seemed to get a little quieter.

“Do you think your brother has taken either of them to see a doctor?”

“Well, I don’t know. I mean, if he isn’t allowed to correct them, maybe he’s not even allowed to take them to see the doctor.”

I shivered wondering what a doctor had to do with all this.

“Well, I don’t think the girls are not just not toilet trained,” Scott said. “Even if that is part of it, I still don’t think it likely that they wouldn’t have figured out not to wet themselves, somehow, taking off their clothes or something to pee, if in the room.”

“What are you thinking?” Aunt Susan got quiet. “Do you like think they are hurt or something?”

“Well, it wouldn’t be that weird considering everything else,” Uncle Scott said. “At the very least, we should have them checked for an infection.”

“An infection every year though, at around the same time…?” Aunt Susan asked.

“No, you’re right. That’s still strange, but it’s a start. I’m worried that something else has happened to them, and I figure if we take them to just get that checked, maybe the doctor will stumble onto if anything worse is happening….”

“You’re not saying my brother …?” Aunt Susan got a little worried about whatever it was that Uncle Scott was implying.

“Oh, god, no,” he said. “It’s just… what if there is more to it? What if the men that was around Elizabeth before is seeing these kids with some kind of rights, and what if he is doing stuff?”

“I don’t know…,” Aunt Susan said. “I thought my brother chased one of those evil men off for good when he rescued Elizabeth and her kids.”

“If that man has a legal right to see even one of the girls though….”

“No one has ever told me if he has that right. I’d think my brother would have told us, right?”

“Susan, something is wrong with those kids. Thirteen year old little girls don’t just pee their pants just because, and it doesn’t make sense that she’s not toilet trained at her age. Wetting the bed, yeah, maybe. Kids struggle with that sometimes. Wetting her pants like you say she’s done the last two years, and now, she’s going it again? I mean, I saw it with my own eyes, her pants all wet because I brought her in to the restaurant, and not one word that she had to go?”

“Well, I could maybe try to talk to my brother about who is seeing the kids at home….”

“That’s all good and well, but that doesn’t stop them peeing their pants right now, and I think it would be good to get some evidence if something strange is happening to them.”

“I guess you’re right. What do you want us to tell the children about it?”

“Nothing. Their parents left them in our care, so it is our job to take them to see the doctor if they need it, right? We’ll just tell them that their mom wanted us to take them to see the doctor. If she cares about them, she would want that.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“There is no reason to alarm the kids unless the doctor actually finds something wrong.”

“I agree.”

Then they said goodnight, and the car got quiet. They turned off the engine. I had to pee, but I was sort of not seeing how I could go. We were trapped in a car, Margaret would certainly cause trouble if I went back on the deal and didn’t pee in my sleep or in the car, and I really didn’t feel comfortable telling Uncle Scott anyway. I didn’t really know why, but something about him scared me from wanting to tell him, or maybe it was just more, like it was embarrassing. I don’t know. I scooted down, closed my eyes, pushed a little bit until I felt it peeing in the diaper, and then I went back to sleep.

 

I heard voices in the dark again:

“How can you treat that kid like that?” I thought I recognized that voice. “What if I did the same thing to you? Look what you did to that woman’s face!”

“You don’t know anything about it! She tripped and fell, and I’ll discipline my kid however I see fit. It’s none of….”

I felt scared. I shivered. Something bad, really bad, happened, and then I felt like I was moving. We were all moving. There were four of us, my mother, my younger sister, me, and this man that had interfered with something. I reached down towards my arm, trying to feel a gash or a bruise that wasn’t there. I shivered. I woke up.

 

The light coming into the car from the morning sun hurt my eyes a bit, and I sat up, rubbing my arm. I pulled off my shirt, and tried to get a better look, but it was the same as it was yesterday, smooth, brown, and whole like yesterday, though there was this little line that was off color that ran down the back of my left forearm. Having taken off my black t-shirt, I was just wearing a training bra as I tried to examine my stomach better. Everyone was sleeping. I thought they were sleeping.

“What are you doing?” I heard a whisper to my left, and then saw my cousin looking at me.

“No...nothing,” I said stuttering.

“You should put your shirt back on before my brothers or dad wakes up.”

I nodded and slipped it back on.

“You smell,” Margaret told me.

“Well, I peed,” I told her. “You wanted me to keep peeing my pants, and I haven’t had a bath, so yeah, I would kind of smell, wouldn’t I?”

She nodded. “Did you wet in your sleep?”

I sighed. Technically, I had woken up that last night, but I was sure she wanted to believe I wet the bed, and anyway, I didn’t want her to tell Aunt Susan that I just pee my pants and not in my sleep. Somehow, I don’t know why, but it seemed worse if I didn’t wet the bed, if I pee my pants, so I just looked down.

Margaret felt the front of my sweats.

“Yep, you peed,” she said. “I can feel your wet diaper through your sweats. You’re lucky it didn’t leak.”

I nodded.

“Don’t make too much noise right now. Mom and dad need some sleep, or they wouldn’t have pulled over. When they wake up, I’ll tell my mom you peed your pants, okay?”

I just looked down.

“It’s okay to wet the bed, little cousin. It’s natural since you pee your pants so much, and you will wet your pants before we get to my house, or you know what will happen….”

I nodded. I didn’t want her to make Lacey poop herself. That would certainly make my little sister cry.

 

I wasn’t sure what I was dreaming about last night. Somehow, it felt so real, I wanted to try to find the marks in my dream, but Margaret had woken me from it. I didn’t really see any red marks or anything. I knew my arm was hurting though, or maybe it did once a long time ago. I knew my legs hurt, but I wasn’t going to pull my sweats down now. Who knows what Margaret would do if I did? Who knew if the boys in front of us would see, or if Aunt Susan would see and get mad? I something sad and dark, like a black hole that didn’t make any sense, sitting in the pit of my stomach, and felt like I had something inside, that I couldn’t find, and I felt scared for no reason. I didn’t know what was going on. Why did I feel this way?

Wait, Margaret didn’t wake me, did she? No, I think I was awake before her. How did I get my shirt off. It was getting confusing. I thought I imagined a face from my dream, a face that scared me more so I shivered.

“Are you okay?” Margaret suddenly asked me, holding my arm.

I pulled my arm back. “I’m fine. I promise, I’ll do it. Don’t make it so everyone knows I’m just doing it, please.”

She shook her head. “That’s not what I’m doing. You just looked, a little panicked for a moment.”

“Maybe it’s because I peed, and I was scared of being seen doing it.”

She felt my sweats again.

“No…. You’re only as wet as you were last I checked.”

I shrugged. “Well, what do you care?” I asked in a sour temper, though honestly, even though I didn’t like what she was doing to me or to Lacey, I could tell that somehow, my anger had nothing to do with her making me pee my pants. It was something else. Something that again, was lost inside me, that I couldn’t explain.

Margaret let it drop.

It was only a few minutes, maybe, but I heard my sister wake up in the front, and she looked back at me. I tried to smile at her, but she didn’t look too happy. I saw some water in her eyes, and I turned to my cousin. “If my little sister has poop in her panties, I am going to so….”

“What? No. What makes you think she has poop in her panties? I’ve been here with you, and you can see my brothers are sleeping.”

“She looked upset to me,” I told Margaret.

Then I turned to the front. “Lacey, come here, honey.”

Lacey scampered out of her seat, moved along our suitcases, because she was skinny enough, she squeezed by them, and then she stood in front of me. She had soaked pants on. Her diaper had leaked. I think she noticed I was wet, too.

“Lacey,” I started as softly and trying to act as caring as I could so she wouldn’t be scared to tell me. “Did you poop your pants, sissy?”

She looked at the floor and shook her head.

“Come here, little sis,” I told her. “You know I won’t yell at you if you did, right?”

She looked up at me.

“Look at my pants!” I told her. “I peed myself, just like you did, so don’t be scared. I’m not yelling at you, okay?”

“I… I wet my pants,” she whispered to me. “I was sleeping, and for no reason, I just peed.”

I helped her into my lap and I hugged her. “I did, too,” I lied to her about sleep wetting because I didn’t want Margaret to pick on her. “But let me check your butt, sissy.”

“You think I pooped my pants?” she whispered up at me.

“I don’t think you did anything,” I told her. “I am just worried that someone caused you to poop your pants because you look scared.”

“No one caused me to do nothing, honest.” she said as she pulled her pants down that she was put in last night, and then I pulled back her diaper to check that she was just soaked but not pooped on.

“No one made you pee your pants?” I asked her.

“No. I just got scared and peed my pants last night, and then I don’t know why it happened, but I wet in my sleep.”

I hugged her. “I wet in my sleep, too. I’m not mad, okay?”

She hugged me.

“Lacey, what are you doing back there bothering the big girls?” I suddenly heard my aunt wake up.

“She’s not bothering me,” I told Aunt Susan. “I called her back to check her pants.”

“Why would you do that, honey? You know your sister would pee in her sleep just like you do, sweetheart.”

“I was just checking on her.”

“Well, didn’t you pee in your sleep, young lady?”

I nodded.

“So what, do you think your sister pooped her pants or something?”

“No?” I said not wanting to give anyone any ideas that she does that.

“You don’t sound convincing to me. I think you wanted to check her first, and to try to figure out how to hide it from me before I woke up,” Aunt Susan told me.

“I didn’t think that at all. Do you know how hard it is to hide if someone pooped their pants?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart. So, if you are saying you know, then I am guessing you and your sister have both done it and tried to hide it before?”

I blushed. No matter how I answered, there was no getting out of this. “Lacey doesn’t poop her pants anymore. I was checking to see if we could hide if she peed her pants,” I told a lie.

“And why would you try to hide that? Does your mommy yell at you or spank you for peeing your pants, baby?”

I shook my head no. “No one at my home is mean if Lacey wets her bed, or if I pee my pants,” I tried to make it sound like only I pee my pants in the day at home, so that they might not be as mean to Lacey.

“Honey, no one in this car is going to scold you or spank you if you or your sister have an accident in your clothes, not even if you poop them. We all know that you are not toilet trained,” Aunt Susan told me. “And of course if you are not toilet trained, then neither is your little sister, sweetheart.”

She called at Lacey.

“Lacey, come on to the front and show Aunt Susan your pants, baby.”

Lacey looked up at me, gulping.

“It’s okay,” I whispered to her. “She thinks both you and I pee our pants all the time anyway. She’s not going to do anything different to you than she did all last night, okay?”

Lacey nodded, and after hugging me, crawled past the suitcases and back to the front of the minivan, where I saw her pull my sister’s pants down again, and she checked her butt, the same way I did, and then she smiled.

“Well, it doesn’t look like you did anything more than pee your pants, did you?”

I listened carefully to see what she would say to her.

“Is your sister’s pants wet?”

My sister just looked back at me, putting her finger in her mouth, like she used to do when she was like seven or eight, when she got caught doing something wrong, and she was trying to figure out the best way to answer without getting a worse trouble for it.

“Your sister peed herself, didn’t she?” My aunt’s hand was rubbing my sister’s wet butt as she held her.

Eventually, I saw Lacey slowly nod her head as she mouthed to me. I think she was trying to mouth that she was sorry for telling on me. I just smiled at her hoping she knew that she was forgiven. It wasn’t like Aunt Susan wasn’t going to find out the minute she decided to tell everyone to go into the buildings were we were parked. I could now clearly see that Uncle Scott had pulled into one of those rest area over night places with toilets.

“It’s okay,” Aunt Susan told my sister though both Margaret and I could both hear her talking. “Once Uncle Scott wakes up, I’ll take both you and sister to the bathrooms to change your pants, sweetheart. It’s not your faults you can’t control your bladder, baby.”

She nodded, and my Aunt Susan even picked her up and put her over the middle thing that had a place for drinks and a compartment for where my uncle sometimes left his wallet with a lid to cover it, and she lifted her over that, and to the floor in front of her, and let her stand there, while she hugged my sister.

“You’re not very comfortable, are you baby?” she asked her.

Lacey shook her head no.

“Do you want to be changed right now, sweetheart?”

She put her finger in her mouth again like before, like she didn’t know what to decide. But Aunt Susan didn’t let her think too long about it. She looked back at Jessica, and she told Jessica to get the clothes from her brothers for Lacey.

“Jason,” Jessica called back at the boys, looking at them. She must have been with her knees in the seat facing them when she talked to them. “Mom needs Lacey’s change of diaper and pants she gave you to hold last night.”

Jason, the eldest cousin smiled and nodded reaching under the seat and pulling out the box. He handed Jessica the diaper, then a pad, and finally a pair of jeans for my little sister.

“Aunt Susan,” Lacey said. “I think I want to wait and change in the bathrooms. Jason might see me, or Uncle Scott.”

“Do you think Uncle Scott is going to hurt you if he sees me changing you?” Aunt Susan asked her.

She looked down, but shook her head no.

“Well, do you think we’ll let Jason hurt you?”

She kept her head down and shook her head no.

“Sweetheart, you are soaking wet. I think we should change you right now. Uncle Scott is really tired and he might not be up for a little while. Just let Auntie change you, sweetheart. No one can see a clear view of what we are doing except Uncle and he’s sleeping, baby.”

My sister still had her hand in her mouth, but Aunt Susan didn’t make her take it out of her mouth. She just started to pull down my sister’s soaked clothes and then she looked back to Jessica to get Jason to give her the wet wipes.

I sighed and leaned back. I don’t know why, but Aunt Susan looked back at me. “Honey, I would change you right now, too, but there are a few reasons I can’t sweetheart.”

As if I didn’t already know… but she still laid it out so all my cousins might think I hadn’t even thought of it. “You are thirteen years old and lot harder to stand between my legs without people seeing you are being wiped up and changed,” she started. “You are too big to climb through those suitcases without moving them, and at your age, it would be embarrassing for you to be changed in front of your male cousins even if they can’t really see you doing it.”

I blushed really red as aunt told everyone I needed to be changed, and as she made it seem like I didn’t already know all that. Does she really think I think like a little kid like maybe younger than my little sister? Even Lacey said she didn’t want Uncle to see her changed.

I sighed, but soon, my little sister was changed, and then Aunt Susan kept her in her lap instead of sending her to her wet seat. I was glad that at least she didn’t make her sit in her pee after she was changed.

Margaret whispered to me. “I could change your pants for you if you are getting uncomfortable.”

I shook my head no. Like Aunt Susan said, there were boys in the car, and plus there was no way I was going to let anyone see me let Margaret change me. It was one thing for Aunt Susan to make her change me in private, but another for me to allow everyone to know she was allowed to change me. I would scream and fight it, even if Aunt Susan told her to change me in front of everyone.

Aunt Susan seemed to know that though, and let me sit in my wet things until Uncle Scott eventually woke up, only after everyone else was awake. Mike was the one that almost beat him in sleeping later.

Aunt Susan talked to Uncle Scott. “I’m holding our little niece because I had to change her pants. Her seat is all wet from her wetting in her sleep, and poor Valana has peed herself, too, but as she is all the way behind the suitcases, nothing could be done about her.”

He smiled and nodded. “Well, have you sent Jessica to the bathroom yet?”

“No, honey. You know I would never send her on her own, and Margaret is trapped in the back, and you were sleeping, so I had to stay and watch the kids.”

He nodded.

“Okay, you say with Lacey, honey. I’m sure Margaret can help Valana with whatever she needs in the bathroom.” And he got out and went to the side of the van to take out the suitcases.

“What about me, though?” Aunt Susan asked.

“Oh, right, you need to go, too. Well, I guess I’ll keep Lacey with me, honey. You might as well deal with Jessica and Valana.”

“You’re not taking Lacey into the boy’s room are you?”

“No, I’ll wait outside the bathrooms for you girls to finish and hand her off before I go. I have to carry poor Valana anyway so no one will see the thirteen year old walking shamefully in wet pants to the toilets.”

Aunt Susan nodded.

“When he had the way cleared, Uncle Scott called the boys out of the van, and then Margaret, and then like at the restaurant the night before, when he called me, he reached in when I got to the door, and he picked me up and held me, putting something across my lap and it draped down past my bottom.

“That way, no one sees what happened until you get in the toilets, sweetheart,” he told me kissing my face. “I know it’s not your fault you peed in your sleep, sweetie.”

He made Margaret wear something to cover her too, because some of my pee got her pants, and he had her bring some clothes with her, and he put something around Jessica’s body too. I guess Lacey must have peed on her, and they got some extra clothes for her, too.

We went into the bathroom, and this time, Aunt Susan sent Jessica to the stall to pee by herself, and she sent Margaret to the stall by herself, and then she took me into the big one, and she smiled at me as she reached down and started to pull my soaked pink sweats down.

“It’s okay,” Aunt Susan cooed at me. “Maybe Auntie misjudged how much you girls pee in your sleep. I think we’ll stop before we get home to get you some night time diapers and to get your little sister some better diapers for night time, too. You wet your pull ups a lot more than I thought when you were awake yesterday, too,” she said. “So, we’ll definitely need to check into getting you something to better protect your pants in the day.”

I just looked down while she pulled my wet sweats down, and then she pulled my over full pull up that even had what looked like a little pond resting in it. She smiled when she saw how wet it was and then she rolled it up and after setting it aside, she touched my nose.

“No one is ever going to be mean at my house about you and your sister peeing your pants, baby. Don’t be scared of that, okay?”

I nodded. “Lacey doesn’t wet her pants all the time. She doesn’t need anything bigger than pull ups in the day. And she doesn’t poop her pants except if someone doesn’t let her use the bathroom,” I told Aunt Susan hoping that would make it harder for Margaret to make it look like my little sister is always peeing herself.

“Okay,” Aunt Susan told me. “But you haven’t used the toilet since yesterday morning, have you, sweetheart?”

I shook my head no.

“Is it just because we are in a car and you can’t hold it long enough?” she asked me.

I nodded hoping Margaret couldn’t guess that I tried to tell Aunt Susan that I don’t potty my pants all the time either.

“You haven’t pooped since yesterday morning, so how about you get on the toilet and try to poop for auntie, okay?”

I nodded and while my butt was naked, I sat on the toilet. Then Aunt Susan started taking off my shirt.

“What?” I asked as she reached at the hems to lift it off me.

“Honey, your shirt is wet, too,” she said. “Feel the back of it, if you don’t believe me, and around the bottom, sweetheart. You peed a lot in your sleep, baby.”

I nodded, tears in my eyes.

“It’s okay. See? I have a clean shirt for you right here, and a clean bra.”

She had gotten a whole clean outfit for me to change into. My bra was another training bra. I wasn’t big enough for a regular one, but it seemed like Aunt Susan was calling it just a bra, to somehow, maybe try to help me feel like a big kid even though she was changing my wet pants like I was a baby.

I couldn’t poop in the toilet, and I looked nervously at her, wondering what she’d think when I didn’t poop in the toilet.

“You can’t poop, sweetheart?” she asked me.

I shook my head no.

“Well, try to pee, just in case, if you can, sweetheart.”

I closed my eyes and tried, and willed for my body to pee or to poop or to do something, but after a bit, Aunt just helped me off the toilet.

“That’s okay,” she cooed at me. “That’s why we have pull ups for you for now, and later, we’ll get you something a little better to help keep your potties more private.”

I nodded, feeling my face heat up as if it was right next to the oven, and I felt a spooky feeling inside me cause me to shiver, and the shame of knowing I hadn’t used the potty again, yet, and because of Margaret, I was definitely going to pee my pants before we got to their house this morning.

Soon, we were on the road again, and I was looking out the window.

“Valana,” I heard my name called like twice, but I ignored Margaret. I knew the rule. She knew I knew the rule. I’d pee my pants again as soon as I could, but that didn’t mean I had to talk to her.

There was some murmuring in the front with Aunt Susan and Uncle Scott. I knew they were talking about Lacey and me again.

“I want to stop by the store again,” Aunt Susan told him.

“Again?”

“Honey, Valana…,” and her voice got really low. I guess she didn’t want to tell everyone exactly what she was thinking about me, but probably thought I didn’t use the toilet at all. And then I am sure she was telling him something about Lacey, too, though there was no hint at all about what she was saying about her.

“Alright,” was the next thing I heard from the front from my uncle. He had agreed we needed to stop at the store again.

“We are taking them to see the doctor though this week,” I heard my uncle say.

“Yes, dear. We can do that, too, just in case,” Aunt Susan said.

On 1/12/2023 at 7:22 PM, Ishigreensa said:

Uncle Scott     age  40       Dec 12                                                                               
Aunt Susan  Dad's Sister*  Dad is not biological, but he treats mom and us real nice, not like our bio dads did. 
                         age   36   Mar 10                                                                                 
Cousin Jason    age  15  Nov 18                                        Grade 10 next Sept.           
Cousin Margaret  age 13  BD: July 12                           Grade 9   next Sept            
Older Wetting Sister:  Valana  age 13  BD: Dec 4            Grade 8   next Sept            
Cousin Mike   age 11  BD:  Oct 12                                   Grade 6  next Sept            
Cousin Jessica  age 10  BD: April 13                                Grade 5  next Sept            
Younger Wetting Sister:  Lacey  age 10  BD: June 8         Grade 5  next Sept 

For those that were following, you probably saw me playing around with this age scheme a few times in the last few days.  I was trying to figure out where the boy cousins would make sense in the story as I did want to have Cousin Margaret and Cousin Jessica be at the ages that it would directly affect the wetting sisters.  I also wanted it to be embarrassing to Valana for the boy cousins to see her pee her pants, so they needed to be old enough to realize what she is doing, and that she's too old for that.  So, yeah, I struggled with finding exactly the right ages that would work.  So I did change Margaret's birthday, too, so she turns 14 before the school year, which puts her in 9th grade and leaves Valana back in 8th grade because of her December birthday.
This scheme also makes Lacey the youngest kid in the whole group, another advantage to her wetting her pants and not having it seem as big a deal as if any of the others did it, considering what Aunt Susan believes is going on in their home when Aunt Susan isn't there.

 

 

On 1/12/2023 at 11:51 PM, dirtydingus84 said:

Great start and I can't wait to see how it all ends Aunt Susan needs a boot up her back side

Perhaps, but then again, judge her after a few more chapters.  ....  Maybe... there is something there.

On 1/13/2023 at 3:21 AM, parkintochter said:

Great chapter! It reminds me of this "wet american summer" story and I liked that a lot.

I don't know the "Wet American Summer" story, but somehow, I think there might be something different about that one and this one.  Stuff that will be revealed in the next few chapters that might show that things are not as black and white as the first chapter tried to paint it.

On 1/13/2023 at 3:04 PM, Night Rain said:

I like how is is turning out.

Thank you for your vote, but if you were liking how it was turning out, you might not like the end story.

Anyway, thank you everyone who is reading the story and making me feel it is worth my time to write it, and thank you for anyone that comments and gives me feedback so I know what I am possibly not getting across as I want to and letting me know what I am effectively communicating.

May this year be Covid free and a lot more economically happy for you than the last couple of years!  Cheers!

[Night Rain]

So, from hints we got this chapter it looks like Valana and Lacey were mistreated by that dark man. I'm sure there is more to it then that though.

[Kahlez]

4 hours ago, Night Rain said:

So, from hints we got this chapter it looks like Valana and Lacey were mistreated by that dark man. I'm sure there is more to it then that though.

Yeah sounds like a abusive father when both girls where young. The fact that she "dreamed" it and checked for injuries probably means she suppressed the memories and her sister maybe too young too remember everything clearly. Ether way its sounds like both girl are traumatized and maybe being there for a summer could turn out to be a good thing for them.

Hopefully her Aunt and Uncle can figure out about her past and help them.

I guess you meant "tell my mom", just a little service, sometimes finding all errors can be hard xD

6 hours ago, Ishigreensa said:

When they wake up, I’ll my mom you peed your pants, okay?”

 

[Ishigreensa]

8 hours ago, Ishigreensa said:

“Don’t make too much noise right now. Mom and dad need some sleep, or they wouldn’t have pulled over. When they wake up, I’ll tell my mom you peed your pants, okay?”

 

1 hour ago, Kahlez said:

Hopefully her Aunt and Uncle can figure out about her past and help them.

I guess you meant "tell my mom", just a little service, sometimes finding all errors can be hard xD

Thank you, I was sure I saw that, and corrected it before.  Anyway, thank you for proofreading for me.  I hope the story makes sense and isn't too dark for you.
 

Again, thank you all the people reading the story.  I know this is a dark theme, but I can't help it.  Somehow, this is just what I can write about.  I talked with some family a few months ago, and there might actually be stuff in my past that I suppressed or I didn't know about or realized about.  I'm not sure.  It could also just be gas lighting cousins, too.  Either way, maybe writing this explores something that might be, well, I am not sure to be honest.
Anyway, sorry that I've taken a darker turn for my stories, but somehow, they seem to be what I need to write right now.    

[Bigbabyzm]

I really like this story and I wonder if Margaret will turn her aunt aka her cousins mom into a diaper wearing baby too

[Kahlez]

27 minutes ago, Ishigreensa said:

Thank you, I was sure I saw that, and corrected it before.  Anyway, thank you for proofreading for me.  I hope the story makes sense and isn't too dark for you.

I like dark stories at that level at least and as long you dont go into too much details i think its not bad. I guess we can conclude for sure there was some severe beatings in their past and therefore their behavior would make sense. Her little sister wetting at night out fear not uncommon even if she cant remember what the fear is about. The instinct to check your body after probably some of her memories come back up, could be a real sign of a trauma. Yeah so far i would say it makes a lot of sense. I am curious if something up with her mother, given that she is portrait in a bad light, maybe there is a reason for that the girls dont know or remember. 

My guess would be some of the trauma has something to do with wetting their beds, maybe accidents at day as children and maybe even forced to wear diapers (which can be very traumatic depending on the child). That would explain why they dont seem to have that kind of problems at home but there. With those diapers or pull-ups as a catalyst for those memories to return.

[Ishigreensa]

21 hours ago, Bigbabyzm said:

I really like this story and I wonder if Margaret will turn her aunt aka her cousins mom into a diaper wearing baby too

Well, the focus of the story, at least at first, is the treatment of the cousins.  Mom (Elizabeth) and Dad (Susan's Brother, Carl) are out of town thus why the cousins are staying with this weird family.  However, who knows?  If it goes on long enough, maybe something could happen to Aunt Elizabeth where she gets, well, set back somehow....

[Ishigreensa]

Chapter Three

It’s okay, babies

 

When we pulled into the parking lot of a drugstore, I was squeezing my legs together. We were in town now, and I was sure we were just a few minutes from the house. Margaret was right next to me wide awake, and I knew she didn’t want me to use the bathroom.

Up near the front, I saw Jessica and Lacey, doing some kind of clap game.

The time between leaving the rest area and getting to the drugstore had not yet been long enough to make me wet myself, and I was sure that Margaret wouldn’t let me go if I told her I wanted to go here. I sighed as Aunt Susan told us that Uncle Scott and she were going into the store to get some more things for the cousins.

“Mama,” Jessica looked up at her.

“Yes, honey?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

Aunt Susan smiled and reached down to pick Jessica up after undoing her seat belt. “Anyone else?”

I just looked down knowing what Margaret would do if I said I wanted to go.

No one else spoke up, so uncle and aunt took Jessica with them leaving the rest of us in the car with Jason in charge.

I couldn’t really see what was going on with Lacey at the moment, and she didn’t seem to be looking back at us, but then, I only had a moment before Margaret put her hand on the front of my pants.

“I’m not wet,” I told her.

“Well, I don’t know about Lacey getting home…,” Margaret said in a way that let me know that she was thinking about messing with her.

“Margaret, it’s not my fault I don’t have to go right now,” I lied to her knowing that if I was right, then the house wouldn’t be too far away, and maybe I could hold on until we got there.

“Well, it’s also not my fault if Lacey has to poop soon,” she whispered back at me.

I frowned at her. “How would you know if she had to go?”

“Well, maybe someone gave her some “candy” a little earlier that wasn’t really candy,” Margaret told me looking me in the eye.

“How much earlier?” I asked her. “And if it wasn’t candy, what was it?”

“Oh, just something, that makes the body go poop,” she smirked at me. “I knew you wouldn’t obey me all the way, and now, all I have to do, is keep her from the toilet long enough for it come out,” she told me.

“And if I manage to pee my pants?” I asked her.

“Then maybe if your sister makes it to my house, I’ll rush her to the toilet,” she told me with a gleeful smile.

“I don’t believe you. No one had any candy in the car at all yesterday. You are just lying,” I frowned at her.

“Believe what you want. We’ll see what happens to your sister….”

“Well, even if you gave her something, if she holds it long enough, I bet Aunt Susan will let her go right away.”

“Do you really think so?” Margaret smiled at me and she reached up and tapped Mike, the younger of the boys who was just about a year younger than me.

Mike looked around to us in back, and he caught his sister’s look.

I frowned at her raised eyebrow. They had everything set up, didn’t they? Even the look to tell him when this would come up? I mean, how could they plan it so perfectly with their parents right in the car, and what about Jason? Was he in on it?

Mike handed back a piece of crumpled up wrapper, and Margaret took it, unwadding in it until I could read the wrapper. My mouth hit my knees as I stared at it. It was a laxative in the form of chocolate, and it looked like there were like there wrappers crumpled up together.

“So?” Margaret said.

“So, if you really gave this to her already, she’d have already went in her pants,” I whispered back at her.

“Not if Mike just gave it to her as mom and dad were going to the drugstore,” she told me. “You didn’t think I’d give her something that looked like candy right in front of my little sister, do you?”

“Lacey?” I called to her.

She looked around her seat, and then took off the seat belt, and got on her knees so she could looked back at me. “Yeah?”

“Did someone just now give you some chocolate?” I asked her.

She looked down. “Wasn’t I supposed to?”

I frowned. “It’s okay. I just wanted to know. Don’t worry about it. But who gave it to you?”

“Um… Jessica?”

“Jessica gave it to you, not Mike?”

“No, Jessica did. Why?”

“It’s okay.”

I frowned at Margaret and glaring at her, I asked “why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you say Mike gave it to her?”

“He was supposed to give it to her.”

“So, you didn’t tell your little sister to give it to mine?”

“No.”

Then she called up at Mike.

“Did you give the candy to Jessica or to Lacey?”

“I was going to hand it to Lacey, but Jessica saw.”

“I told you to do it when Lacey was alone or the only one awake.”

“Why? What does it matter?”

“You better hope that Jessica didn’t eat one.”

Mike looked back at her. “Is there something you aren’t telling me?”

“No. You were just supposed to give it to Lacey.”

“It’s just trick chocolate, right?”

“Right.”

Mike Shrugged. “I gave Lacey one, and I gave Jessica one.”

“What did you do with the third one?”

“I gave it to Lacey when Jessica had her back turned.”

“You know Jessica might poop her pants because of you.”

“What?”

“I told you to just give it to Lacey. You know it was trick chocolate.”

“It’s not the sour chocolate?”

“Nope. It’s going to make them poop. When did you give it to them?”

“Just before mom and dad stopped here.”

Margaret shook her head. “Well, I hope for your sake, she told mom she had to use the bathroom because of the chocolate, or else….”

“Or what? I’ll just tell mom you gave me the chocolate as a prank, and you didn’t tell me what the prank was.”

Jason turned to us.

“Wait, Margaret?”

“Yes?”

“Did you have Mike give the little kid in front some chocolate that makes her poop when you know she’s not toilet trained?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? Maybe I should tell mom what you did.”

“Go ahead. They wouldn’t know where I’d gotten it, so you can’t prove anything.”

“Mike can back me up, and I’m sure Valana will be more than happy to tell mom what you did to the little girl in front since that’s her sister.”

“What do you want so you don’t tell on me?”

“I don’t think you have anything I want that would make me go along with what you’re doing.”

“No? How about I don’t tell mom and dad that it was you that broke the rear light on the car?”

“Nice try. That was so long ago, I don’t think they’d even care.”

“How about I tell them that you were the one that was supposed to be watching us, and I give Mike five dollars to side with me, that you are the one that gave her the chocolate.”

“I still have Valana on my side. She heard everything, and so did Lacey.”

“The two potty pants? Right. You know what, go ahead and try to tell. See what happens.”

Then Margaret looked at me. “Go ahead and side with my brother and see what I do to your sister next….”

“I’m sorry, Jason,” I looked down. “I’ll have to tell them you gave it to Mike to give her.”

“Why?”

“Because….”

Jason sighed. “So what, we just don’t say anything?”

“That’s the plan,” Margaret said. “Besides, I’m taking her right to the bathroom when we get home if she can make it.” And as she said that, she looked up at me. “Right?”

I nodded and with a sigh, started peeing my pants again. There was no winning. Sure, Jason would save her this time, but if I told and sided with Jason, well, last summer showed me that Margaret had more than one way to get to either my sister or me. I just hoped Lacey could hold it.

Lacey came to the back, crawling under the bags and suitcases, and she crawled under Margaret’s feet to get to stand in front of me.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” she told me.

“I know,” I told her.

“It’s not just pee,” she whispered.

“Okay, well, how long do you think you can wait?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Not very long. It’s already bothering my stomach and it’s kind of hard to control.”

“Well, if you have an accident, we are going to have to tell Aunt Susan that you just had an accident,” I told her. “I do want to tell on Margaret, but trust me, if we tell on her now, even if we are believed, she’s going to pick on us the rest of the summer.”

“She’s going to do that anyway,” Lacey looked sadly at me with tears in her eyes.

“I’m trying to make a deal with her so she leaves you alone, Lacey.”

“But what about you?”

“Well, I am older than you. I’ll just have to try to defend myself.”

“Yeah, like last summer. I know what that means,” Lacey had a pout on her face. “Why come you gotta be mean to my sister? And why you gotta be mean to me?” she frowned turning to Margaret.

“I’m not being mean to you. I told your sister what would happen, and she tried to not obey me, so I had to show her I’d do what I promised if she didn’t do what I said.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I told your sister to do something for me, and she didn’t do it. I warned her several times that I’d make you poop your pants if she didn’t do it for me. So if you poop your pants, it’s your sister’s fault.”

Lacey gave a sour face and shrug. I hoped she realized I wouldn’t do that to her on purpose.

“Is that why she keeps peeing her pants without telling anyone she even has to go?” Lacey asked Margaret. “Are you telling her to do that?”

“Why would I have to tell her to do that?” Margaret asked probably because of Jason and Mike being there. “Everyone knows she’s not toilet trained, and you aren’t either. Matter of fact, how much you wanna bet you poop your pants before we get home?”

I turned and looked Margaret in the eye. “You take that back or else. Jason is hearing everything.”

“And…? You know Jason. Are the cousins toilet trained?”

He sighed. “Just because they can’t control their bladder doesn’t mean you should be sabotaging them pooping, too. Did you give Valana something cause her to poop her pants, too?”

“No. Did I?” Margaret looked right at me with her hand up palm faced at Jason.

“No,” I sighed. “Her threat was always to make Lacey have an accident.”

“Exactly,” Margaret said. “So if your sister poops her pants, you know it’s your fault for not obeying me.”

I sighed and rubbing my little sister’s back, I whispered “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you get in this.”

She hugged me back and smiled. “It’s okay. Auntie thinks I potty my pants all the time anyway, so she said she won’t hit me if I go potty in my pants.”

“When did she say that?”

“The last time I peed and she took me to the bathroom to change me. She said it was okay if I even poop my pants. I told her that I don’t do that, but she didn’t look like she believed me anyway.”

I sighed. “I hate it here.”

“Me, too,” My sister agreed and we just hugged while I heard and felt my sister starting to go in her pants.

“I can’t hold it,” I heard the apology in my sister’s voice.

“It’s okay. Just finished, little sis. You’re already pooped your pants some, so it won’t matter. Whatever Auntie is going to do, it’s going to happen since you already did it some, so just go ahead and poop yourself, honey.”

She looked up at me. “But what do you think about me going potty my pants like this?”

“I think…” I looked over at Margaret not wanting to make her more mad at us, “… that it was my fault, and that you are little and our aunt is right. We aren’t potty trained, so you were going to potty your pants one way or another. The only reason you’re pooping your pants is because you ate some candy you shouldn’t have, okay?”

Lacey looked down. “Okay.”

I held her and peed some more in my pants, this time on purpose.

“It’s okay. I’m the big sister and I pee my pants,” I whispered to her. “I’ve been wetting my pants the whole trip, so it would have actually been weird if you didn’t poop your pants.”

“I would?”

I nodded looking down mad at myself for telling her this, but scared to say any different in case Margaret would target her again. “Just try not to poop your pants when you are near a toilet that you are allowed to go into without asking, okay?”

She nodded. “And you try not to pee your pants if you are at a toilet you can go into without asking.”

I nodded.

We did a pink swear and then hugged. While we were hugging, I felt Lacey poop more and more into her diaper, filling it up and making her butt warm as I held her. She sat in my lap for a while, and though it was embarrassing as my pants leaked again, and I got her back of her pants wet, I was glad that we were together.

Aunt and Uncle came out and saw Lacey in the back.

“Lacey, what are you doing back there bothering the big kids?” Aunt Susan asked her.

“She got sad because she pooped her pants,” Margaret told. “Then her sister told her to come back and she held her to make her feel better. She was actually crying because she couldn’t keep from pooping her pants at all.”

I glared at Margaret. “That’s not exactly what happened,” I told Auntie getting a raised eyebrow from Margaret. “Lacey came back to tell me she was about to poop her pants and didn’t know what to do. Eventually, I just told her to poop her pants because it was too hard for her to hold it, right Jason?”

“Yeah, that’s kind of what I saw. She didn’t poop her pants until the sisters were hugging, then I smelled her.”

Aunt Susan smiled. “Well, she can’t sit in your lap while we are driving, so put her next to you,” Aunt Susan told me. “I know the whole seat around you is wet, but since she just pottied herself, it won’t matter if her pants get wet.”

I nodded and whispered. “I’m sorry. I peed really bad on the seats, so there isn’t really much of a dry place.”

“Look, she even got me wet,” Margaret showed under her butt where my pee went under her.

Lacey hugged me and said “I don’t care about that.”

Then, like a good little girl, she did as she was told and sat next to me, by the window furthest from Margaret.

 

My uncle opened the car door when we pulled into their drive way, and he helped Jessica out first, then the boys got out, and then he stopped Margaret to see under her pants. She was right. She was wet from me.

“Okay, Margaret, you wait here a minute while I go get you something to cover your pants unless you want to go into the house like this.” It was full on daylight, just a little before noon, and there were other people out in their yards, and it did look like Margaret peed her pants if you didn’t know I had peed all over the seats on her. So of course, she agreed to wait with us.

 

When we were finally brought into the house, Aunt Susan looked us over, and she sighed at the mess of the three of us, well the mess I got all over Margaret and the mess that my sister and I were in.

“Well, the little one has a messy diaper on, so we need to get her a bath first,” Aunt Susan started.

“Mo..om!” Margaret complained. “Do you really want my friends to come and see it looks like I peed my pants. No matter what I say, it looks like I peed, and they are supposed to be here soon. I thought we’d be back sooner than this, and they promised to visit.”

“I don’t really think your friends should even be coming over today. We have to settle your cousins in and ….”

“Mo...om! You promised that getting our cousins for the summer wouldn’t ruin my plans. You know my friends planned to visit me as soon as we got back because we need to talk about something important.”

“Fine, Go get a bath first,” she sighed. “Go on! Don’t take all day! Your cousins are uncomfortable!”

“That’s not my fault,” Margaret said as she ran off.

Aunt Susan shook her head.

“Well, the least we can do is get you girls out of those wet things,” she said. “Come on girls, follow me. Jason, will you and Mike get their bags for us?”

Aunt Susan carried a bag with diapers and stuff for us.

“I’m sorry I pooped my pants,” Lacey told Aunt Susan on the way upstairs to her bedroom.

“Honey, Auntie Susan knew you were going to eventually do that. Your big sister hasn’t used the potty even once in the car, and keeps wetting herself. If you were more potty trained than your big sister, that would be really weird, so it is only reasonable a little girl like you might poop in her pants sometimes.”

Lacey looked down.

Aunt Susan hugged her and patted her back. “It’s alright, sweetheart.”

Aunt Susan then got some towels and laid them on the bed and the helped Lacey lay down on the bed on the towels. “Don’t touch, sweetheart. I don’t want poop all over the place. Just wait a minute, and Auntie Susan will do it for you.”

Lacey nodded and waited like a good little girl. Then Auntie turned to me. “Did you poop your pants, honey?”

I shook my head no.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded.

She pulled my pants down and pulled my diaper out anyway in back to make sure I wasn’t lying. “It’s not that I don’t think you are a good girl,” she told me. “But at thirteen years old, you probably wouldn’t even tell you peed your pants, if it wasn’t obvious or I didn’t know you had which is why I’ll be checking your pants often from now on.”

I just looked down.

“I’ll be checking little Lacey, too,” she looked over at the bed. “Because Lacey is old enough to know she shouldn’t be peeing and pooping her pants, right?”

Lacey nodded.

“So, if you know better, then it’s embarrassing to tell your Auntie you had an accident, especially if other people are in the room, so Auntie will be checking my little nieces. And don’t hide your wet diapers, girls. If I find you dry all day on any given day, I will not be happy to find that you’ve been hiding your wet diapers.”

I nodded. This meant both of us had to pee our pants sometimes no matter what Margaret had promised. She just wanted, what? For me to feel bad so I’d wet? But why? I really don’t understand what she wanted from me if she knew Auntie was going to believe I peed my pants all the time anyway, and that Lacey both wets and poops her pants.

Wait! What if she did that to us so her mom would think that? What if she knew I was potty trained, and that Lacey was? The reason her mom thinks this, is we wet our pants the last two years we visited them, and both times, it was because Margaret kept doing stuff to us. Does Margaret want us to be like babies or something?

“Go ahead and take off that nasty wet diaper,” Auntie told me, and wait for me once you have it off. Feel your shirt though and make sure it’s not wet on the bottom or in the back. If it is, take it off, too honey.”

Then Aunt Susan unpacked a bag on the bed that had some diapers in it, some wet wipes and some other stuff, and she carefully pulled my sister’s pants off of her.

My sister had tears in her eyes. I glanced over at her while I was taking my wet pants off.

“It’s okay, baby,” Aunt Susan cooed at my little sister. “You couldn’t help it, little one.”

I pulled my soaking wet pull up down my legs, and it was really heavy. I looked over at my aunt.

“Just leave it on the floor, sweetheart. Step out of it and check your shirt,” she whispered at me and then turned her attention back to my little sister who she had already had the diaper torn off of her, and was wiping her. If it weren’t for Lacey’s size, as Aunt worked there, cooing at her and telling her that it was just an accident, the scene looked as though you were to walk in on a mom or aunt changing a little baby that was potty training.

I did as my aunt told me, and feeling my shirt, I wasn’t sure, so I decided to make take it off to make sure, so my aunt wouldn’t think I was being stupid or something by wanting to wear a wet shirt.

When I got my shirt off, and looked again, I noticed that Auntie had helped Lacey out of the bed once she had put a clean diaper on her. Auntie was pretty good at changing someone, but then Lacey wasn’t really fighting her. Lacey stood in front of me in just a diaper, and I looked down, as I was only in a bra. That’s when a head poked in, and I tried to cover myself afraid of who it was. It was Margaret.

“I finished my shower,” she told us.

“Alright, Valana, you next,” Aunt Susan told me. “I just diapered your little sister, so she’s okay a little longer. But you are nearly naked, so come on, let’s go to the bathroom. Lacey, you can go down and get your uncle if you want.”

“Um… Aunt Susan? I’m just wearing a diaper,” Lacey told our aunt.

“I know honey. I covered you where it’s important. You don’t have anything else to hide right now. Go see your uncle, baby.”

She looked down for a second and then up at me. Then I got an idea to help her.

“Aunt Susan?”

“Yes honey?”

“I always help my little sister wash. We take a bath together.”

“Oh, what a good big sister you are, honey, but I’ll be washing you both today.”

“Why?”

“Well, your uncle and I were talking while you kids were sleeping in the car, honey, and there are some things we wanted to check. It means looking your bodies over, and of course, since I’m the aunt, it would be less weird for me to do that than your uncle.”

“Okay, you can wash us both, but Lacey still not used to taking a bath by herself, and we don’t know you that well, I mean, we only saw you a little bit in three years. I’m sorry, but can we please stay together while my little sister has to be in just a diaper?”

Aunt Susan smiled. “Admit it. You are more scared than your sister is. You are scared someone will do something strange to her without you around?”

I nodded.

“Okay, honey. Your sister can stay in the bathroom while I clean you up, and then you can stay and watch while I clean your sister up. How is that?”

“Okay.”

I looked at Lacey and she looked down, but she smiled. Her face was a little red. I probably made her seem more like a baby by wanting her to stay with us, and stuff, but it was better than her seeing Uncle without a top on at least.

Aunt did take her diaper off in the bathroom, and then took my bra off for me.

“I could do that,” I told her when she said not to touch my bra, that she was going to take it off for me.

“I know, sweetheart, but I also told you I need to check you kids over.”

“What, do you think someone hits us?” I asked her.

“Well, we don’t know if anyone is hitting you or not, honey. But I promised your uncle I’d check because both of you little kids pee your pants, and you are too old for that. So, the way I see it, you might not be potty trained. Your uncle, however, thinks there might be abuse, and so yes, he is afraid someone hits you, and I’m going to check you for it.”

I became silent. I knew that she was going to check us no matter what, but no one hits us at home.

She got my training bra off of me, but she was so gentle, I wasn’t sure if she thought she’d hurt me if she just did it normally. She was being so gentle and so careful, it sort of made me nervous. Once she had it off me, she had me turned around and she checked me from the bottom of my neck in back, and she carefully checked every part of my shoulders and asked about every single scratch or sore she thought she saw, things I didn’t even notice because it was where I couldn’t see even in the mirror, and it didn’t even hurt or anything.

She kept moving down my body and got to my butt.

“This might feel weird, but I have to know, baby,” she said. Then she pushed my butt cheeks apart and looked at my bottom. “This is a little red,” she told me.

“Well, I keep peeing my pants,” I told her. “And it itches, so maybe that’s why?”

She let my butt go and checked down each leg and even my toes and my foot. Then I had to turn to face her and she checked under my arms, my chest, which she said looked a little red here and there, and she looked down my smooth stomach and she only spent a moment looking at my privates, but she said they were a little raw, too. Then she looked and my legs again, and she suddenly gasped.

“What is this?” she asked pointing at a very old mark that looked like a long scar that ran down the left leg.

I shrugged.

“It happened a while, didn’t it?” she asked me.

I nodded.

“Okay, let’s see your arms again,” she said. I thought she checked them, but I guess not as carefully as I thought, because she saw the scar I had there, and she stopped and started to look more carefully around that.

I looked down while I waited to see what she was going to say about it.

“Other than some redness in your bottom and pee pee place, all your injuries look pretty old,” she told me. “The redness doesn’t concern me that much since as you said, you do pee your pants a lot, so that can cause that. But can you tell me about when you got the scars?”

I teared up and shook my head. I didn’t really want to remember those days. I shook a little bit, and whispered “no.”

She hugged me and put me in the bath, well, actually guided me because I was too big for her to carry. That’s why Uncle kept carrying me when he was trying to protect my shame that I peed myself and he had to take me to the public bathroom to be changed.

Then she looked over Lacey.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I want to get a good look at you, too, honey.”

She sighed and turned her back to Auntie, and copied what I did so that Aunt Susan could look her over.

“You have some marks on your back that are pretty old,” Aunt Susan told my sister. I knew what she was talking about, and I don’t remember exactly when those happened, but I know it was a dark time for us. She saw some other bruises on her that had long healed, but still left a mark, like a patch of darker sort of purple and light skin here and there on her legs in places, on her back, and she had a strange mark on her eye where it was sort of purply just above her eyebrow. It didn’t hurt her anymore, and she just shrugged when Aunt asked her about it. I don’t think she even remembered getting hit before.

When her pee pee place was looked at, it was not as raw and red as mine was.

“That’s cause I don’t pee my pants at school,” Lacey told her. I wasn’t sure if she meant to tell our aunt that I wet my pants at school. She promised she would never tell anyone but mom and dad about that, but then again, Aunt was being really nosy, and she probably didn’t realize that saying it that way, made my aunt put two and two together.

“You pee your pants at school?” Aunt Susan asked me. “But that would imply you don’t normally pee your pants at your house.”

I looked down.

“But you’d peed your pants at my house every year for the last three, and you never once asked to use the bathroom in the car,” she told me. “And you,” she looked at Lacey. “If you don’t pee your pants as much as your sister, why didn’t you ask to go potty instead of poop your pants this last time, honey?”

I saw my sister shake a little bit, and I climbed out the bath to try to get between them. “Don’t hit her,” I said seeing I wouldn’t be fast enough to get there before a slap would hit her face if Aunt Susan was going to do that.

“Calm down,” Aunt Susan told me as I almost slipped on the floor. “No one is hitting anyone, baby.”

Aunt Susan picked my little sister up and hugged her. “You’re not in trouble little one. But can you tell auntie why you didn’t tell me you wanted to go potty when we took Jessica in to go?”

She shrugged and shook her head.

“Alright, little ones. Get in the bath. I need to get you two cleaned up.” Of course, she was talking mostly to me since she was carrying my little sister now, and gently put her in the tub.

“It’s alright, babies. No one is going to hit either of you. I would like to understand a bit more though, Valana. You don’t pee your pants at home at all?”

“Um… I’ve had accidents before, but no, it’s not normal for me to pee my pants at home.”

“Why do you do it here, then?” she asked.

I was a little bit scared to tell on Margaret. What would Margaret do if I told on her. “I don’t know. I guess it’s all the people and stuff. I get kind of scared to look like I gotta go in case someone is using the toilet, so I pretend I don’t gotta go, and I just pee in my pants like at school.”

“Why would you pee your pants at school, though, like that?”

I looked down. This part was the truth, but it was embarrassing since no one else at my school had a problem with the rule.

“Well, I’m not allowed to go during class time, and I’m scared of not getting in the classroom in time because you get in really big trouble if you are late more than once.”

My Aunt was washing me, like she said she would.

“I did ask the teacher, like the first few times I had to go during class, when I first started sixth grade, in middle school… but the teacher told me I knew the rule.”

Aunt Margaret frowned at hearing this. “Did you tell her it was an emergency?”

I looked down. “I didn’t argue with her. I learned from early, you don’t argue with big people. You do what they tell you, so no, I didn’t say anything after she said I knew the rule. I just held it as long as I could, and then peed my pants.”

My aunt hugged me. “Did your mom teach you not to argue with big people?”

“Yeah?”

Aunt Susan nodded as though she understood something, but I was lost in what she suddenly knew.

“If someone tells you to hold it at home?” Aunt Susan asked me.

“If an adult tells me?” I asked her.

“Yeah, if an adult tells you to hold it?”

I looked down. “Mommy never told me I had to obey someone in my own house unless mommy told me they were babysitting us,” I told her.

“I see. And you said you’ve had accidents at home before?”

I nodded. I did pee my pants sometimes when I was younger.

My aunt looked at Lacey.

“And what do you think about sitting there and peeing your pants if your teacher told you that you can’t use the toilet?” she asked.

“My teacher last year didn’t do that though except when we had these really important tests. I peed my pants during that.”

“Okay, but would you sit there and pee your pants if your teacher told you not to go potty?”

Lacey nodded. “The teacher is the boss in the classroom. If she told us we can’t go, there is a reason, so I have to obey her.”

Aunt Susan nodded. She continued washing me.

“So, how many times did you try to ask a teacher if you could use the toilet? Do you still ask them before you pee your pants?”

I shook my head no. “I learned that in sixth grade, I don’t remember how many times I already had an accident and even my best friend saw me pee my pants because I asked, but some kids started calling me a baby. One day, I knew that everyone would look at me if I asked, so stayed quiet. I slowly peed myself as slowly as I could, and no one noticed. No one cared, and even when I went to the next class, my pants all wet, no one even acted like they knew. I learned to pee my pants quiet from that time, and no one will know and make fun of me.”

I looked down. “And also, the teacher won’t yell at me in front of the class and ask if I’m a baby, and then I get in trouble with the principal for peeing my pants during class time.”

My aunt rubbed my shoulder a moment before she continued cleaning me.

“So, you just pee your pants at school now, so no one will notice it happening?”

I nodded.

Lacey looked up at me. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to know all that except me and mommy and daddy?”

“Um… I didn’t.”

“But you just told Aunt Susan.” She really missed that she had already opened that bag of cats on me. I didn’t want to be mean to her for a mistake though. So I just sighed and said that Aunt guessed it, and so I had to tell her so she wouldn’t think I just pee myself on purpose.”

Lacey frowned. “I pee my pants on the bus,” she said. “It’s cause I’m scared to go potty after school, that the bus might leave too early before I get out, so I hold it until I get home, but sometimes, I don’t hold it long enough and I pee my pants.”

My aunt smiled at her.

“And you pee your pants sometimes at school and at home,” Aunt Susan told Lacey.

Lacey started to shake her head now, but I frowned at her and mouthed. “Yes you do.”

I don’t think she understood why I wanted her to say that, but she obeyed me. She looked up at Aunt Susan and nodded. “I sometimes wet my pants.”

“Does anyone hit you for it?” she asked her.

I shook my head no at her.

She shook her head no, but I wasn’t sure if my aunt saw me shake my head at Lacey or not.

“Do you both wet the bed?” Aunt Susan asked.

I nodded and spoke for us both. “Yeah, we have accidents sometimes. I know it’s weird and that I should know better, but I do pee the bed more often than Lacey does, and even at home, I pee my pants a lot more often than Lacey does. She might do it like every couple of days if something goes wrong, or she might not do it for a week or two. But I pee my pants almost every day, even at home. I’m sorry I lied. It’s just embarrassing, but now you know about school, I guess I can just tell you I do pee my pants all the time.”

My aunt hugged me.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Auntie will potty train both her little nieces, but before I do, Uncle does want to take you to see if there is something else going on, too, honey.”

“What else? No one hits us, I promise.”

“I’m not talking about abuse this time, honey, though I do wonder if abuse is part of you not being potty trained right. I’m talking about sometimes, if you used to hold your pee too long, and you still do, you can get an infection that makes it even harder to hold it when you have to pee, and it can also cause other really bad things to happen. Your mom would want us to treat you if you have it, okay?”

I nodded.

Lacey looked up at her.

“Yes, honey, I want the doctor to look at you, too. If you are used to peeing your pants on the bus from holding it too long, you could have an infection, too, baby.”

She nodded and looked down.

Aunt was finally done cleaning me, and it seemed she even cleaned my butt and my privates for me. She said it was important to get those clean especially if I had an infection.

 

My aunt got us both dressed in her room after a bath, and then once we were decent, she took us down to the living room. I saw that Margaret wasn’t lying about her friends coming over. There were two girls I didn’t know, sitting there, and my cousin, Margaret motioned me over to them.

Aunt Susan nodded at me to go.

I walked over a little nervously. No one really liked me since I started peeing my pants in middle school, so I was sort of scared of them.

“This is my little cousin, Valana,” Margaret told her friends. “We’re the same age, but she has some troubles, so she’s my little cousin. And the little one hiding behind my mom is her little sister.”

“How adorable,” one of the girls said as she reached out a hand. She had a face of freckles, green eyes, and light brown hair. There were a pair of broken glasses, fixed with tape on her face. “I’m Paige,” she told me.

“Um… Valana,” I said taking her hand nervously.

“She’s shy,” Margaret told them. “Valana doesn’t have any friends at her school.”

“That’s so sad,” Paige told all of us. “Well, I’ll be your friend.”

Then the other girl stood up and walked over and smiled at me. She was a little bit heavy, and if anyone wanted to watch their weight, she might be in that group. I didn’t say that of course because that would be rude. Besides, I had no idea why she weighed so much. There might be issues that my mom told me about that could cause it, so I just looked down not wanting to hurt her feelings.

“I’m Barbara,” she said. She had black shiny hair, big brown eyes, and she had light black skin, just like me and my sister.

“Valana.”

My aunt raised her eyebrows a couple of times, once when Margaret said I had trouble, and that I didn’t have any friends at my school, but as Margaret didn’t say what trouble I had, she didn’t really interfere, and soon, Margaret was taking her friends and me to the backyard. I wasn’t sure, maybe she was going to eventually ask me to pee my pants in front of them, but I didn’t really have a choice, did I? Besides, I just told Aunt Susan that I pee my pants even at home, so I was sort of on my own on this one.

 

While I went out with Margaret and her friends to hang out outside in the backyard, what we were doing was just chasing each other around, making jokes and playing. Margaret didn’t say anything about me wearing diapers or anything for awhile, so I’ll focus a little more on what my little sister later told me she saw happening at this time.

 

My little sister was taken by Aunt Susan’s hand and led to sit at the sofa and in her lap. Jason was invited to stay for this adult conversation, and I guess they didn’t really think Lacey would care since she was the little girl that it was happening to, and they figured that she had to know everyone was on her side:

“Mike, take Jessica to the store, and here is five dollars,” Aunt Susan told him. “Don’t leave the store until the whole five dollars is used up, and you have some candy for all of you kids, including your cousins.”

“But mom,” Mike complained. “There are six kids, five dollars won’t even cover five kids unless you make us get that cheap junk.”

Uncle Scott must have realized that Aunt Susan was just trying to get Mike and Jessica out of the house for a minute, so he added another seven dollars, but also told them to get him a specific candy that Lacey didn’t really remember what was said.

When Mike and Jessica were gone, and Jason was about to make some excuse to leave, Uncle Scott put a hand on his shoulder. “This is going to be hard for you to understand, but you are the eldest child here, and we are going to need your help,” he told him. “Please stay and listen in because you are going to be responsible for your cousins while they are here, just like you are your sisters and your little brother.”

He nodded. Actually, Lacey thought she had seen a gleam in his eye, as though he was being trusted with something special.

Aunt Susan sat with my little sister in her lap, and she patted her legs. She waited for Uncle Scott to get his coffee and get comfortable, and for Uncle Scott to offer both Jason and Lacey some juice. Aunt Susan had her cup of tea.

“Now, this is very important,” Uncle Scott told Jason. “We are trusting you. Don’t say anything to the other children that they don’t already know, and help your cousins.”

Jason nodded. “Mom, dad, can I say something before you continue? I feel bad about lying and I need you to know something.”

They looked at each other a little confused that Jason was admitting something that seemed to be bothering him. “First of all, Margaret is going to tell you that I broke the car back light the other day, and she isn’t lying. I did.”

They looked at each other.

“And I also put a dent in the truck when I did that.”

They nodded. “Well, the light was fixed and while I am glad you told the truth as it shows you are growing up…,” but he put a hand up. “No, dad,” he frowned “It doesn’t show anything. I’m fessing up because it was Margaret’s blackmail on me. I don’t know what Margaret did to Valana, but she caused Valana to go along with her game, and it wasn’t Lacey’s fault she pooped her pants in the car at all.”

“What are you saying, Jason?”

“Margaret tricked Mike into giving Lacey some of that chocolate you give to Jessica when Jessica has trouble pooping. Jessica probably ate some of it, too, by how it got given to Lacey, but even if Lacey is not toilet trained, her pooping her pants was nothing to do with that.”

The adults smiled and nodded at him. “Thank you for telling us the whole truth, son. Even if you didn’t admit to the car being damaged by you just to admit it, but to avoid the blackmail, what makes you a better person, is you didn’t let your sister blackmail poor Lacey who is already having so many emotional problems as it is.”

He nodded. “I could see the girls looking down and I felt like, well, it was wrong to let you think Lacey just pooped her pants like that. Valana did tell the truth about her coming to her afraid she was going to poop her pants, and eventually, Valana did tell her to go ahead, but I could smell that the poor little one was already doing it when Valana told her to do it.”

“Alright. We’ll talk to your sister about the chocolate incident later. Right now, we have something else to talk to you about, and you accepting responsibility for what you did so that you could tell us about Lacey without anything hanging over you makes us feel that letting you in on this is the right decision.”

Lacey relaxed Aunt Susan’s arms a little more as they started to talk.

“I gave both the girls a bath,” Aunt Susan told Uncle Scott and the others in the room. “And I have found some disturbing facts about the kids, that seem to be related to their toileting problems and to something a little bit more going on like you were afraid of Scott.”

Everyone seemed to wait on the edges of their seats.

“It seems that whatever physical abuse they had endured is in their past. There are some really bad scars on their bodies, but those scars are long healed and I think maybe were related to when the kids were much younger. There is some emotional trauma, however, that I am not sure is part of what the kids are still told, or if it is something from some time ago.”

“Honey,” Uncle Scott interjected because Aunt Susan had tears in her eyes. “take a moment, and maybe have a sip of tea,” he suggested.

Aunt did just that. There was a moment of silence in the room.

“I’m sorry,” Lacey told the room.

“For what?” Uncle Scott asked her.

“For what I did to make everyone upset and make Aunt Susan cry.”

Uncle Scott came over and picked her up and he babied her patting her back. “Lacey, you did nothing wrong baby. What your aunt is telling us about has nothing to do with what you or your sister did, but what people did to you.”

“But you wrong,” Lacey tried to explain. “I know Aunt Susan hates my mama, but no one at my house hits us or is mean to us.”

Uncle Scott whispered in her ear. “Shush, sweetheart. Let us talk, and find out what your aunt is worried about, and after that, if you have something to say, then we’ll listen, okay?”

Lacey nodded. “I’m sorry I peed my pants in the car and pooped my pants.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Uncle Scott told her. “Just shush now, okay?”

He carried her over where he was sitting and now had her in his lap.

“The girls think they have to obey what adults say to them even if it’s mean,” Aunt Susan told the room. “Valana admitted that if she had a babysitter, if that sitter was an adult and told her that she wasn’t allowed to use the toilet, she would obey the sitter because it was wrong to argue with adults, and she would sit there and slowly pee her pants to try not to get anyone mad.”

Uncle Scott frowned. “It sounds like she had a babysitter like that for her to pick such a specific incident.”

“That’s what I thought, but worse, the poor teenager wets her pants at school, on purpose, in her mind, because she has learned that asking to go gets her made fun of and the teachers, when she was first in sixth grade denied her and yelled at her in front of the class both for asking and for wetting herself, and later, she realized if she just sits there like nothing is wrong, and just pees, no one picks on her. I think that’s why she never told us in the car she had to go.”

Jason’s face looked like he had seen an impossible act, like maybe a flying cat or something. “That’s fucked… I mean, messed up. Something just brought his emotion to the surface that he couldn’t even control his mouth in front of his mom and dad. While that got him a look for a minute from both parents, they didn’t yell at him. It just caused silence for a moment.

“You’re right, son,” Uncle Scott eventually said as if Jason had not said that bad word. “No one should treat a kid that way regardless of age.”

“But she just sits there and takes it, and just pisses her pants at school in front of everyone?” he asked his parents.

Aunt Susan nodded. “She can’t help it, Jason. I told you about the scars. I think that kind of thing was beaten into them or something.”

Now, it was Jason’s turn to go get Lacey from his dad, and he picked her up, and he whispered to her. “If you ever get scared to tell someone you gotta pee, you come to your cousin Jason,” he told her. “I’ll make sure you get to go if you can hold it long enough, okay?”

“What if I make a mistake and can’t?”

“Then that’s okay, too, little cousin.”

Scott frowned. “Okay, so the girls are scared to tell us they have to pee,” he told the room. “And they are nervous of talking back and stuff, but what makes them wet their pants during the day at home or wet the bed?” he asked Aunt Susan.

“Well, I did inspect them closely like you told me. I do think they are not potty trained,” she let that linger for a minute so that Scott knew that she had a strong belief in that, “But rather than because of neglect, I think it was something that was done to them through fear when they were so little, they might not even realize it affects them like that. And yes, there are suspicious red rashes and stuff, and Valana has it worse than Lacey, that could indicate that they could have an infection, so seeing a doctor is not a bad idea.”

Uncle Scott nodded.

Jason carried Lacey to the kitchen table, and he put her down and went and got a coloring book and some crayons for her.

“Just stay around us for a while,” he told her. “Just until Mike and Jessica get back, then you can play with them if you want. And remember, if you gotta pee, and you get scared to ask your aunt or uncle, you can come to me. I’m a kid, and I can plead with my mom and dad for you, okay? And if we don’t make it, I promise, my mom already thinks you’re not potty trained, so she’s not going to hit you for something that’s not your fault, okay?”

Lacey nodded and started coloring.

 

And now, back to me when I was outside with my cousin and her friends:

 

I was hiding behind a tree at the moment, using it as a barrier as Paige was trying to get to me to tickle me. Margaret had dared her to tickle me. I don’t remember what caused Margaret to give that dare, but Paige wanted to tickle me, now. I didn’t really think it was mean. We had already been playing for nearly an hour when this came up, so I just thought we were playing around.

I passed next to Margaret as Paige tried to get me, so I pushed Margaret towards her, and Paige decided to tickle Margaret, too.

Margaret pushed her off, laughing, and she said “wrong person!”

“I know,” Paige said running away from her. “I did it on purpose.”

Then Margaret started chasing Paige. We were really having fun.

Jason came outside a little bit later, and he had a frown on his face as he approached us.

“Mom and dad want a word with you. I told on you about Lacey.”

“Then I’m telling dad about the car’s back light.”

“I already told them because I knew you would. You can’t treat our cousins like that anymore.”

He walked over to Paige and Barbara and frowning, he said “I’m sorry. There is some family situation, and you can probably come and talk to Margaret tomorrow depending on how mad mom and dad are at her. You have to go home now, though, or at least somewhere that isn’t here.”

“I have to call my mom first,” Paige told him.

“Of course. The phone is in the kitchen. Don’t make my little cousin cry though. She’s coloring in the kitchen, and I’ll be watching. If you do anything that makes her cry, I won’t you come over the whole summer no matter what I have to tell my mom and dad, but I think if I just tell them you made my cousin cry, that will be enough.”

They looked confused. Maybe they didn’t understand what was going on.

I walked with Jason into the kitchen and saw Lacey happily coloring. I sat down next to her.

“Jason gave it to me to color,” she told me. “I didn’t just take it.”

“I know,” I told her patting her hand.

Aunt Susan took Margaret’s arm as soon as she noticed her, and she started marching her up the stairs and her hand was smacking her right on the butt. Not anywhere, I noticed, except the butt. Margaret was trying to say she didn’t do anything. I don’t think I’d ever seen my aunt swat Margaret’s butt in front of anyone before, though I knew she sometimes did swat her because I’d hear of it later.

Once the girls made their calls and left, Jason got me a coloring book and some crayons, and he sat down with us.

“Valana, if you gotta potty, tell me, okay? Or if you okay with it, tell Aunt or tell Uncle,” he told me. “I know you are scared to go without permission, so I want you to tell me. I’m a kid, and I’m not going to make fun of you. What is more, I will make sure you get to go, if you can wait long enough to go. If you can’t and have an accident, just like I told Lacey, mom will not spank you. Everyone in our family knows you are not toilet trained. My mom just told me some important stuff about it, well, she told dad and me, so I can help you because mom thinks you might find it easier asking another kid permission to go, and arguing with another kid if I misunderstand how bad you really have to go. The point is, we want you to feel okay asking and to eventually go like this is you house, okay?”

I looked up at him blushing. “Okay.”

“I promise, it’s going to be okay. And if you don’t have trouble pooping your pants, and Margaret causes you to do it, or anyone else for that matter, you come to me or to my parents, honey. You won’t be in trouble. The kid that makes either you or your sister poop your pants will be in trouble.”

I nodded. I was a little bit scared of what Margaret was going to do though now she got caught making Lacey poop her pants. I was nervous to tell on her about anything, especially if she was going to get in trouble for it

[dirtydingus84]

Interesting that the story is taking a different direction from the old cousin is an ass trope and the possible abusive aunt like we saw in the first chapter, I hope it's not too dark maybe it could be a story about deeper healing. Great character development that doesn't stop the story flow for me. 

[Ishigreensa]

Chapter 4

The Universe Is Always Watching You

When the younger kids got back from the store, Jason took us all outside again, and he told Mike to be on one team and he was on the other. Mike picked me, so Jason picked Jessica, and then Lacey was put on our team. Margaret was still being talked to by her mother.

Then, we got on the basketball court, which was really just the drive way with a basket over the garage, and we started playing. Jessica was actually pretty good, and I am sure that Lacey and I made a lot of mistakes, but no one said we fouled or traveled or did some other wrong thing that they kept pitting on poor Jessica and Mike had a lot of those and even Jason got one or two, but no one said Lacey or me did it at all. I think they were just being nice to us since we didn’t really play basketball, and they could tell.

I think that was even more fun than what I remembered having any day last summer.

 

When Aunt Susan came out to get Lacey and me, and we went into the living room and faced Margaret there with her parents right there listening to everything, she looked down.

“Sorry I threatened to make Lacey poop her pants just because you wouldn’t say some cuss words that I wanted to get you in trouble for saying in front of my dad,” she said. I knew somehow she would evade the real reason for her threats. She planned on continuing to make me pee my pants. The thing was, I wondered why she had to lie about that now that it seemed her mom was convinced I couldn’t get to the toilet in time anyway, and thought I’d just be peeing my pants all the time anyway. Was she trying to just make sure I kept it up so that her mom would always treat me like a baby? Why?

I frowned. “Well, whatever you thought about my mom, she did teach me to have better manners than that,” I said feeling like I could make this back fire on her. “You might think it’s funny that I don’t mind saying certain words like crap or damn, but there are words that my mom taught were plain wrong to say.”

Aunt Susan’s indignation rose up as I said words that I knew she would not approve of, and then hinted that those words that Margaret were trying to get me to say were even worse!

“Just what kind of stuff were you trying to get these girls to say?” she asked Margaret looking ready to tear the head off of a turkey.

Margaret frowned and looked down. “Um… you know, words that I know would make daddy upset,” she said looking at me with hatred in her eyes now. I knew I got her, and now, she was really in trouble.”

“Well, we don’t allow children to say those kinds of words either,” Susan and Scott told me. I knew they would, and expected even a little bit of a telling off if not a light punishment, but I also knew that if Margaret was trying to get me to say worse, then she might as well taken the punishment for forcing me to pee my pants the whole car trip.

I nodded. “I’m sorry Aunt Susan. I forgot that you didn’t allow certain words, but I knew some of the words that Margaret tried making me say, was wrong to say no matter where a kid is.”

“You,” Aunt Susan rounded on Margaret. “Get your butt to the bathroom!”

Bathroom? I never heard of a punishment being done in a bathroom before.

I heard some snippets from the bathroom. “If you ever get one of those girls to say something like that again, you’ll get more than a little lick of soap on your tongue! Do you got me? You know better! Now, get out there in the corner, and don’t you dare move from that spot until I tell you to rinse your mouth out!”

I looked down. I guess I got her in some real trouble, but maybe that will teach her trying to get my little sister to poop her pants.

Lacey and I were taken into the kitchen after Margaret was put in the corner, with the taste of soap on her tongue, and Aunt Susan started to explain to us some of the rules while we live there for the summer. I already kind of knew the rules, but it seemed that Aunt Susan wasn’t sure after Margaret supposedly try to get me to say some word that we hadn’t even identified yet.

As Aunt Susan started to go over the rules that I pretty much already knew, I started to space out. In truth, though, I wish that my brain would have listened to her instead of spacing out:

 

As I sat there, in a chair, I looked up at the dark figure and closed my knees nervously as he yelled at me. I don’t remember or know what he was yelling at me about. I just knew I had to go pee, and I wasn’t even wearing a diaper. I was just sitting there, getting yelled at for something bad I had done, scared of doing something else bad.

My knees nervously quaked against each other, as if each of them was one, what did my teacher call it? I think I heard it was called a plate or something, something that I learned I think in sixth or seventh grade. But the Earth has these like plates, that when they rub or they hit each other a little, or they do something as they shifted, it would cause what is called an Earthquake. I was too little though, at this time, to know what a plate was like that. I just rubbed and did little close together tapping of my knees, nervously fidgeting as the dark figure yelled at both of us. Lacey was sitting next to me in a chair. We were in like kitchen chairs or something like that, but we were not at the table.

I looked up at the dark figure, and I felt the pressure of water in my eyes, but tried to keep it from coming out. I tried not to leak water from my eyes or from where it was against the rules. I don’t know how old I was. I just felt pressure. I was getting scared. The pressure from the water both in my eyes and in the really bad place was getting overwhelming. I could be a bad girl at any minute. I was scared.

“Valana!” my name was yelled in a way that made me shake all over my body, and before I knew it, the waters inside my stomach had pushed through and started to warm the front of my crotch, then the middle, and then all over my butt. I was peeing. I shook as I peed my pants, and then the waters inside my eyes followed, and I felt the water rivers pushing themselves down my face as I looked up, but I didn’t see the dark figure. I was peeing my pants, and I was crying, but I was in front of….

 

My aunt looked into my eyes, and she looked a little bit mad that I had zoned out, but that anger was only instant. Her face suddenly changed from being really angry that I wasn’t listening, to suddenly something else. I wasn’t sure what, but Aunt’s voice shook as she called to my Uncle.

“Scott, get in here!” she yelled her voice sounding a bit alarmed.

Scott came in, and he saw my little sister shaking and rocking back and forth sucking her thumb. I was crying, real tears down my cheeks, and my hands were pushing on my diapered front, as I was still trying to keep from wetting my pants, even though I was already wet, and the diaper had kept the waters inside, I was still only half aware that I was in a completely different situation than I had been in before, when I was last sat in a kitchen chair and scolded like this.

“What?” Uncle asked thinking that we were just upset because Aunt had yelled at us for breaking the house rules.

“What do you mean, what?” Aunt Susan asked him. “I wasn’t even yelling at them. I was just trying to teach them the rules of the house so that they knew not to use some of their mother’s, well, “free bee” words. You know, like “Sh…, da…, and so on.” She didn’t say the words fully, only the beginnings of the words so that Uncle knew what she was talking about. “The thing is, Valana wasn’t even listening, and now, look at her! She’s crying, holding herself like she’s scared that she’s peeing, and the little one is rocking herself, and I don’t ever remember seeing her put her thumb in her mouth before!”

He shook his head. “Did you startle them at all?”

“Well, I think maybe when I called Valana’s name to get her to tell me if she understood a rule. That’s when she suddenly shook all over, and then suddenly started to cry, and the way she’s crying, shaking, but trying so hard not to make a sound, and her knees still shaking, and look at her hands. She still trying to push at herself as if she doesn’t want to pee, but as long as she’s been doing that, I think she’s already wet herself.”

He nodded. “I told you, didn’t I? These girls are or were being abused, honey. Someone or something still scares them.”

Aunt Susan nodded. “Well, what are we going to do? We can’t even yell at them for doing wrong, so how are we supposed to correct them so they know not to do something that could be dangerous or harmful to someone?”

Uncle Scott shook his head. “Well, maybe the best way to try to teach them right now, is if we catch them doing something, just say no, once, and see what they do. I have a feeling that just one stern no will be enough for right now.”

“What makes you think that would work?”

“I am no expert, I agree,” he told my Aunt. “But when a dog is very loyal to you, and you just move your finger at it when it has done something it is unsure of, it normally immediately tries to gain your approval again.”

“These are children, though, not dogs,” Aunt Susan told him as though his comparison was ludicrous.

“They are children,” he agreed. “But they say a dog has the intelligence, of about a seven or eight year old child. I am very inclined to agree with that, and the way these children behave, I mean, have they even said once to you yet, when you thought they would have at their ages?”

Aunt Susan nodded. “I see what you mean,” she looked like she thought of something that happened earlier, but I wasn’t sure what she was thinking of.

Uncle Scott came over and picked me up out of the chair, and he felt my pants, to which I got more scared. I was still a little mixed up in my head, if I was still in the dark place, or if I was fully at my Aunt’s house, and he felt my butt and then the front of my pants, but the way he did it, I could tell he was squishing my diaper, not trying to push on me, like… it maybe he wasn’t supposed to.

“She’s wet,” he told my aunt though my hands were still pushing against me to keep from wetting my pants. Only when he said that I was wet, I started to realize I already had all the water come out, and that made me shake more, so he hugged me tighter, and he started to carry me.

“Carry the little girl,” he told my aunt.

“I just changed them though,” my aunt looked confused for a minute.

“Look, they aren’t toilet trained, right?” Uncle Scott told my aunt. “Maybe they don’t really know, I mean their bodies, when they are empty, and maybe they stop peeing when they get caught doing it,” he said.

Aunt Susan looked at him skeptical, but he pointed out.

“Look, Valana has peed her pants again, whatever the cause. So, are you going to change her pants, or make her wear a wet diaper for a while?”

My aunt softened and looking up at him. “I better change her. She’s thirteen and might get a little upset even if she can’t tell you no.”

“Oh, I know that, honey. I just feel like she should be carried up the stairs instead of told to walk. She’s obviously upset, and she needs to know she’s okay and she’s safe.”

Aunt Susan nodded and smiled. “You’re right.”

She picked up Lacey, but she told Uncle, “This one is still dry. Of course, she did try to get to the toilet before she peed her pants, so maybe the two are a little different in their potty training?”

He nodded. “Jason, do us a favor? I need to carry Valana upstairs for your aunt, and Margaret is to be in the corner for another…,” he looked at the clock. “...another two minutes, and then she can rinse her mouth out, and I want Lacey held and watched while I’m gone helping your mom with the older cousin.”

He nodded. “Sure dad. I’ll be happy to watch my little cousin.”

At least Lacey looked happy to get held by Jason, so I didn’t have to worry about her being picked on. Jason was nice to both of us. He saw me in Uncle Scott’s arms, and having peed my pants, like literally, not even an hour after the first time Aunt changed me, and he didn’t look mean at all. He didn’t even call me a baby. He just looked sad at me, like he really understood that I was scared and that I didn’t mean to do it.

Uncle carried me all the way, not to Margaret’s room, where I was probably going to be sleeping that night, and where I realized that Aunt had stopped off at for a moment, as Uncle took me to their bedroom. He held me in his arms, and I couldn’t help it. I pushed my arms down between his, and felt the bulging wet diaper through my sweats, scared because I peed my pants.

“Shush,” he said softly kissing my face. “It’s okay. It was just an accident, sweetheart.”

I still couldn’t ignore the shame. I peed myself, like for real, without Margaret even making me do it. I felt scared a little bit. I knew I wasn’t in the dark place by now, but still, I felt scared that I peed my pants on by myself, and that Uncle was holding me, and I was waiting for them to take my wet pants off because I was a bad girl again, like when I was… I think I was eight or nine years old the last time I wet myself from being yelled at by… I can’t really remember. But I think it was maybe Lacey’s dad. I don’t see the figure’s face though in my… I don’t know what you call it. In the day, you are supposed to have daydreams, but I always thought those were supposed to be happy, and a way to relax your brain when you are in a place that was boring or stressful. This was the opposite, so what do you call it?

When Aunt joined us again, she had a full on diaper for me, complete with where the sides of it tape into place. She had a skirt for me and she had another top. I felt my pants again. They weren’t wet. Why was she changing my outside clothes?

Uncle waited for Aunt to put the clothes to one side, and then get a towel to put on the bed, actually, like three towels, the same towels she used earlier. Those were probably some old towels so that when I was changed… or Lacey… that we wouldn’t get her bed wet, and we wouldn’t ruin her nicer towels.

She had it ready, and Uncle Scott started to put me down, but I reached my hands up almost instinctively, and against the will of what my brain told me to do, and I grabbed his shirt, so he couldn’t put me down, and I clung to him for dear life, that I wouldn’t be out of his presence. I don’t know why. It was only Aunt Susan there.

He looked over at Aunt Susan. “Now what?”

“Valana?” Aunt Susan softly called to me until I turned to her. It took like three or four times of her calling my name. She didn’t sound mad, which made me relax. Normally, if I don’t respond the first time, or the second time, no wait, this was not in that dark time. Was I still mixing up where I was? I shook. I looked at her though.

“Do you want to get out of your wet diaper?” Aunt asked me.

I kept one hand fastened to Uncle’s shirt, and I reached my other hand down and felt my wet diaper though my sweats, and my eyes started to water again. I didn’t know what to do. I was scared that if Uncle put me down… I don’t know… I think I was scared I’d go back to the dark place. I reached my hand I was feeling my sweats with back up at Uncle’s shirt and grabbed him more securely. I couldn’t say what I wanted. I’m not allowed to argue with adults. I just stuttered my jaw, wanting to talk, but afraid to make a sound.

Uncle Scott looked over at Aunt Susan. “Honey, I don’t think we have a choice this time. I think I’m going to have to stay.”

“But it’s not proper, Scott. She’s thirteen years old.”

“Well, what do you want to do? She’s not letting go of me, and I’m not going to force her to. That could scare her even more.”

“Let’s let her wear her wet diaper for a little longer. Maybe after she calms down a bit, I can get her to let me change her later.”

Uncle Scott agreed. “Alright. I’ll just carry her back down to the living room, and hold her in my lap for a while.”

Aunt Susan nodded.

My mouth dropped a little as it seemed that they knew what I wanted. Did I accidentally back talk and tell them not to do that, not to let Uncle Scott put me down right now? I’d still get it, but wait, I’m not in the dark place, am I? I am confused. I am not sure if the dark figure is going to hit me or not, but I know he can’t get me while I’m with Uncle Scott. Uncle Scott looks like Aunt Susan. Aunt Susan and Uncle Scott won’t let him hurt me. But he might hit Aunt Susan. But he can’t hit Uncle Scott. Uncle Scott is big and strong like my daddy. The daddy that went with mommy on a trip. I miss my daddy and mommy… I mean, I miss my papa and … I mean, do I sound like a five year old? I know I do. I don’t mean to sound like a five year old. I’m nine years o… no, wait, I’m thirteen. I’m so….

I started to cry again, but Uncle Scott just swayed with me as he carried me down to the living room and sat me in his lap, pulled me into his shoulder, and he rocked me.

“You didn’t get to change her yet?” I heard the voice of my cousin in the background. It had to be Jason. His voice wasn’t mocking at all. I wondered why he knew I wasn’t changed though.

Uncle pulled my sweats up in the back, and then I realized somehow in the shifting of Uncle rocking me in the seat, where he had me in his lap, my diaper must have gotten exposed.

Margaret saw me crying on Uncle Scott, and she must have seen my wet diaper, too. She came over because obviously, we were up there more than two minutes since it took so long for my aunt and uncle to decide to finally just change me later.

“She peed her pants?” Margaret asked.

“Honey, we’ve been through this,” Aunt Susan told her. “She’s not potty trained. And what you did, threatening her with making her sister poop her pants when they are both struggling with keeping themselves dry, and trying to make her say bad things, honey, you hurt her, bad.”

“I did?”

“Imagine, if you knew Jason would do it, and he told you to either steal a hundred dollars out of mommy’s purse, or he’d, I don’t know, tell your whole school that you pee the bed and poop your pants all the time, and then to back it up, he somehow made it look like you pooped your pants right in the middle of your class. That’s basically the same as you did to both Valana and Lacey.”

Margaret looked down. “But I just…. I didn’t actually tell her to cuss, though, did I, Valana?”

“What did you tell her to do? She can’t answer you right now. She’s stuck in her own head, somewhere really dark. Just tell me what you did.”

“You’re going to be so mad at me, though mom.”

“Well, what is done, is done, and I’ve punished you for it. I’m surprised she went along with it though if it wasn’t cussing.”

“I think she was going along with it because I made a way for her to get even with me. Because she made it sound like I was trying to get her say something even worse than I was going to tell you I tried to make her say. Actually….”

Margaret took a deep breath. “I told her to either pee her pants on purpose, the whole car trip, or her sister will poop her pants. I knew you and dad already thought they were not potty trained, but I wasn’t sure if that was it, and so I wanted to make sure she’d wet her pants for real.”

Aunt Susan became quiet. I was still shaking in Uncle Scott’s arms, so I couldn’t see what they looked like, but I was sure she was mad at both of us for lying. I was bad again.

“Well, they aren’t potty trained,” Uncle Scott told her now. “And just because they aren’t toilet trained, well, properly trained, doesn’t mean that you get to make your cousins wet themselves all the time. If your cousins want to try to get to the toilet, I expect you to stay out of their way as much as you can, and let them go.”

“Yes dad.”

“You were already punished, so whether that was for teaching her bad words or for making her pee herself, you were still punished. And her lying, although it wasn’t a good thing, I can’t blame her for trying to turn your lie against you, so I think you are both even, don’t you?”

Margaret made some quiet response, probably a nod of the head that I couldn’t see.

“Go sit and watch television,” Aunt Susan finally found her voice to her daughter. “Your dad is right, you were both already punished. You see, it’s like we always tell you, mom and dad don’t always catch everything, but in the end, God punishes bad behavior, and in the end, you were still punished. Remember that.”

“Yes, mama.”

I rested there in Uncle’s arms until I fell asleep.

[Kahlez]

4 hours ago, Ishigreensa said:

Was she trying to just make sure I kept it up so that her mom would always treat me like a baby? Why?

I guess she was and hopefully we will learn why. I dont have the feeling Margaret even knew how bad that was of her and still tell her secret. 

I like adding Jason in that protector role and the overall Story so far. It is a good dark one, I have read too much dark stories for the sake of being dark. The way you did it make it feel like a real life story. 

4 hours ago, Ishigreensa said:

I think I was eight or nine years old the last time I wet myself from being yelled at by… I can’t really remember. But I think it was maybe Lacey’s dad

So I assume they dont have the same dad and given that Lacey is younger her mother most likely married/lived with the bad one later. This family dynamic gets more complicated. 

[Ishigreensa]

17 hours ago, Kahlez said:

The way you did it make it feel like a real life story. 

Thank you.  I was going for that effect.  I don't like stories just for baby stuff or just for A or B.  I like it to feel real, so I am working hard to make what the characters do in the story, make some kind of sense.  I know I don't always pull it off, but I am trying to go for that.

On 1/18/2023 at 1:01 PM, dirtydingus84 said:

Interesting that the story is taking a different direction from the old cousin is an ass trope and the possible abusive aunt like we saw in the first chapter, I hope it's not too dark maybe it could be a story about deeper healing. Great character development that doesn't stop the story flow for me. 

Well, I like to hide some details when I open a story, so that people can either look forward to what is missing, or they can even guess what is going on before they know everything.  I don't always pull it off like that, but that's what I am especially aiming at with this one.  Though by chapter five, I'm pretty sure some of you are already on to what is going on with the two sisters.

[Ishigreensa]

Chapter 5

I Know You Are Not

 

I woke up, laying on the sofa, my Uncle still right there, but he had laid me out so I could sleep properly. I felt a little different, too. I reached down and confirmed that my sweats had been replaced by a skirt, and I had a really thick diaper on now, not the pull up I had on earlier.

I opened my eyes, and I turned to my side, and looked out at the dim living room. The television was on, and I could see my little sister, sitting between Jason who had an arm around her back, and Jessica, who was talking quietly to her. There was a cartoon on the television.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I heard Uncle’s voice from above my head. “Feeling better?”

I looked back up at him, and smiling, I nodded.

He saw me feeling around my bottom, and lifting my skirt, and feeling I had on a really thick diaper. I nervously rubbed my legs together, hoping he wasn’t disappointed in me, and hoping I hadn’t wet myself again, causing the diaper to leak.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered to me. “You’d peed yourself again, so I told your aunt that proper or not, you couldn’t wear wet sweats in front of the other kids. And we were afraid if you woke up, and I wasn’t there to protect you, you’d get scared again, so I went ahead and changed you myself.”

I shrugged. I don’t think I minded that he changed me. He wasn’t ever improper with me, as far as I could ever remember. I pulled myself into his lap, which caused my skirt to ride up a little bit, but I didn’t notice, and I looked up at him sitting in his lap. I felt safe.

He lifted me a little bit and fixed my skirt to hide my diaper again.

“Your Aunt is making dinner,” he told me. “Are you hungry, sweetie?”

I nodded.

I started to watch cartoons when suddenly, Jason and Mike came into the living room and got in front of Uncle’s view, which blocked mine too. And Jason frowned a bit as he looked at dad.

“I’m sorry,” he told his dad.

“For what?” he asked.

“Well, I didn’t tell Mike more than he needed to know, but I told him that the girls were abused before.”

“I trusted you,” Uncle said looking a little hurt.

“I know,” Jason said. “I didn’t tell him any details. I just told him, that Margaret’s teasing both Valana and Lacey, was not going to help them with their mental issues.”

“Dad…,” Mike said cutting Jason off. “You can trust me, too. And Jason said I wasn’t to talk to Margaret or Jessica about what we talked about, and I promise, I won’t.”

Uncle put a finger on his mouth at both of them, and then he picked me up and carried me upstairs, and we all went into Uncle’s bedroom. I was spending an awful lot of time in there.

“What did you tell Mike?” Uncle Scott asked Jason.

“I told him that the girls don’t know better than to pee their pants, and that it wasn’t just neglected potty training. That’s what I understood. I know they had scars, so I told him I didn’t understand everything you were talking about, but it seemed the scars and the girls’ fear of telling people they have to pee was related, and then I told him that Margaret made Valana pee her pants on purpose in the car.”

He sighed. “That’s a lot more than I wanted you to tell him.”

“I know. But it was necessary.”

“Why did you think it was necessary.”

“Because we don’t want Valana sleeping with Margaret,” Jason told us. “It’s too tempting for Margaret to pick on her in her sleep. I didn’t know they had issues, like two years ago, and it was Margaret’s idea, but we played pranks on both the sisters and caused them to wet the bed on purpose because we didn’t know they weren’t potty trained.”

Uncle Scott frowned.

“Last year, I stopped being part of it because you and mom told us that they weren’t potty trained, but you know, Mike was still a little kid. He couldn’t resist pranking them. And Margaret is probably still going to do it even though she knows they pee on accident.”

“Okay…,” Uncle Scott said. “That still doesn’t explain why you thought you should tell Mike.”

“I’m getting to that,” he said. “I just wanted to tell you all the stuff that made me want to talk to Mike. Anyway, I talked to Mike, and told him that the sisters were suffering and we needed to make them feel safe.”

“I want to let Lacey sleep in my bed,” Mike cut Jason off a little impatient at how slow this was going.

“I told him that Margaret disturbing Valana’s sleep was not going to help her, and I was giving my bed up for her. I told him that boys and girls shouldn’t sleep together, and then I told him that Valana will worry if her sister isn’t in the same room.” Jason looked down. “I told him all that so he’d understand why I wanted to let them have our room.”

“That’s nice of you, but where do you think you’ll sleep? Sure, it might be okay if Jason shares a bed with Jessica, if you really want to, but Mike can’t share a bed with Margaret, and I’m not putting Jason with Margaret or Mike with Jessica,” he told the boys sternly.

“We didn’t want that either,” Mike said.

“You know us boys really like camping,” Jason told Uncle Scott. “If it’s okay with you, we can set up the good tent in the backyard, and Mike and I can sleep there, and we’ll pee on the grass at night when we have to go. I mean, if that’s okay.”

Uncle Scott frowned thinking about it. He rubbed my back and seemed to think about it as he massaged me.

“I’ll talk to your mom about it, boys,” Uncle Scott said. “But you need to understand something. Your cousins can’t help it, and we have put them in diapers for the night, but there is still a good chance that they’ll leak some into your beds.”

“I know,” Jason said. “I was hoping you’d get plastic covers for our beds tomorrow so they don’t make it seem like Mike and me pee the bed when they leave.”

Uncle Scott smiled and nodded. “Well, like I said, I’ll talk to your mom about it before bedtime. When I do, I’ll need you to watch these babies extra careful, and as soon as you know they’ve wet their pants, knock at our bedroom door and let us know.”

“I will. But why don’t they go potty?”

“They’re in regular diapers for now, so they can’t really pull them down and back up without ruining them. Besides, as sticky as the tapes are, they will have a hard time getting them off, so are likely to wet before they get them off anyway.”

Jason and Mike nodded.

“I’ll talk to your mom later about it. And boys?”

They looked back just as they were about to walk away because Uncle Scott said “And boys?”

“Thank you for being willing to do this to help your little cousins.”

“No problem,” they both said. Then Jason came over and squatted down where Uncle Scott was holding me, and he whispered to me. “I told your little sister I’d protect her. I know this helps her as much as it helps you, okay?”

I nodded at him and smiled. He was being so nice to me, and I felt butterflies in my stomach because of how understanding and nice he was.

“I… I hope… I don’t want to… I mean… I … wet the bed… I don’t … I hope….”

He kissed my forehead and said. “Don’t worry little cousin. I hope you don’t wet on my bed, too, but if you do, I’m not going to be mad and I know you aren’t toilet trained especially at night, okay?”

I nodded.

 

As Mike opened the door to the bedroom about to leave, I saw my Aunt.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Mike?”

He turned around and sighed, and looked up at Aunt Susan. “We asked dad if us boys can use the good tent in the yard this summer and give our cousins our bed.”

“Oh?”

Jason looked down. “I told Mike about the girls’ being abused, and probably emotionally trained into peeing their pants. I told him so he’d understand why I didn’t want Valana sleeping with Margaret. Margaret pranks her all the time, and I know they aren’t toilet trained, mom, but even if they were, they’d wet their pants and the bed because Margaret thinks it’s funny for them to have wet pants all the time. She’s been pranking them the last two years and making them seem like they are always wet.”

Aunt Susan frowned. “How would you know that?”

“Well, the first summer they came, I sort of thought it was funny too, before I knew they weren’t potty trained. But last summer when she did it to them, I felt like it was excessive to do it to them two years in a row, so I just had nothing to do with it. And then this year, I find out they aren’t even toilet trained, so I got even more against it, but given how Margaret blackmailed Valana into wetting the whole time in the car, even if she could make it…, I just felt…, I don’t want Valana sleeping with her. I know she’ll make her wet herself again in her sleep. I mean, I know Valana will do it anyway, but natural peeing in her pants with a thick diaper like this on her, she’s not likely to leak that much, and I’m afraid Margaret will want to see her think she leaked even more.”

My aunt and uncle looked at one another.

“I agree with you. It is a bad idea to let her sleep with Margaret, but you do realize this means she might wet your bed, and if you have friends over you might have to explain a stain or a smell.”

Jason looked down. “I’m not going to take my friends to my room this summer. I’ll show them the tent and tell them that I gave my room to my cousin because she’s thirteen and needed her own room, and her little sister gets scared and sleeps with her. If they happen in my room, they’ll just think Lacey wets the bed, but Lacey is at the age where some kids just start getting control at night, right?”

Aunt Susan smiled and nodded.

“No,” I told Jason. “Don’t tell them that Lacey does it. Lacey only wets sometimes. You can tell them I peed the bed. Don’t hurt Lacey.”

“Valana, cuz, I’m not doing it to be mean to Lacey or to you. I’m trying to protect you. Besides, I’m not going to let my friends in my room while you are using it, so I don’t think it will even come up, okay?”

I nodded.

“So… um… Lacey will sleep in Mike’s bed in case the sisters get scared of not seeing each other,” Jason turned back to his mom. “And I’ll let Valana sleep in mine. She’s a heavier wetter, and since it’s my idea to let them use our room and our beds, it’s not fair to Mike to let Valana sleep in his bed in case she does make a stain on the bed.”

Mike mumbled. “I wouldn’t care. She can’t help it.”

Aunt Susan sighed. “Okay, well, I have dinner ready, so why don’t we go down and eat, and then after dinner, we can rearrange the sleeping assignments then.”

“Then, that’s a yes?” both Mike and Jason looked hopeful. I wasn’t sure if they wanted to sleep out in the tent, and if they were excited by that, but even if that was the reason they were excited, it meant that Lacey wouldn’t wet Jessica and get her mad at her, and it meant that I could watch Lacey better and not let Margaret pick on her.

“Yes, boys, that’s a yes if your father has already been leaning yes on it,” Aunt Susan said. “Now. Come and eat your dinner. Margaret, Lacey, and Jessica are waiting for you.”

I thought. Oh no! Lacey down there with only Margaret and Jessica? Even if Jessica didn’t want to be mean, she couldn’t stop Margaret. I leapt off my Uncle’s lap and ran down the hall and down the stairs, and to the table, to make sure that my sister was sitting next to Jessica, both of them happily talking, and Margaret sitting on the other side, away from my sister. I sighed in relief.

The others were not too far behind me, and Mike laughed at bit when I sighed in relief.

I looked over at him and the others as they came in. I had gotten to my sister by then, and looked down at her pants to see if she was wet or dry, and I put my arms around from behind her, while she talked to Jessica about something with dolls or whatever.

The food at the table looked really good. They put my place next to my sister, and my aunt at that end of the table, and they put Mike and Jason on either side of Margaret with Uncle Scott at the other end of the table. It was pretty big table!

Uncle Scott and Aunt Susan were very religious, and though at our house, the prayer was very simple and to the point, Uncle Scott’s prayer went on a bit. He did bless the food, which was the purpose of this prayer, or at least I thought it was, but he also thanked God for letting my sister and me stay with them. He also asked God to open his children’s hearts and to be sensitive to other’s needs. I wasn’t sure if he was doing that because of what he has learned that Margaret did to us the last two years, or if he was just praying in general, but it seemed like it was too specific to be a coincidence to me.

Then we started eating, with Aunt taking plates to put some of the food on that was probably more rationed, and the kids all grabbing some from bowls on the table of what they wanted and how much, the parts that was not as rationed. I just sat still as did Lacey, waiting for everyone to get some, but when Uncle Scott noticed this, he spoke up.

“Kids, guests first,” he said. “Why do all of our plates have food on them, and our guests’ plates are empty?”

Jason blushed as did Mike. Jessica just shrugged. She was a little kid after all, and Margaret just looked down like this was annoying more than she was embarrassed. “Now, Valana, would you hand me your sister’s dish please?”

I did do, and he put some food on it, and then passed it to Mike who put some sides on it, and a lot, too, and then they passed the plate right over Margaret, which I was happy because that meant she couldn’t mess with my sister’s plate, and then Jason put some potatoes and other stuff, and then Aunt Susan put some meatloaf on it, and then she passed it to Jessica who put it in Lacey’s place. Then Uncle Scott took my plate, and it went around the table in the same way, where Jessica passed my plate to Lacey who put it in front of me.

“Now, you kids can continue getting your food,” Uncle Scott told his own kids.

Margaret kept looking at me through the top of her head, and I didn’t like the looks she was giving me. I think I was annoying her, somehow, even though she was the one that had been mean to MY sister earlier.

We started to eating. I noticed Lacey move a little funny a couple of times while we were eating, and Jessica was telling her stuff that made her laugh. She tried to politely listen to Jessica, after all, Jessica was nice to her, but I could tell that something was bothering her. I just didn’t think of what right away because the last time this happened to her, it had to be about three maybe four years ago. She was a big girl, and she never caused trouble at the dinner table.

After some time, though, I did notice the tell-tale signs of her knees tapping each other close together, and I saw her squirm a little bit rubbing her legs together. Maybe it was because dinner was so sudden, or maybe it was because she just didn’t know the rules, but she had misjudged when to use the bathroom, and now, she was trapped at the table, and would have to either try to wait, or hope no one yelled at her for having an accident. I hoped she could hold it long enough to at least not be at the table.

She did have a diaper on. If she could just manage to hide what was happening, maybe no one would know it happened at the table, if she was careful. I wasn’t sure how to tell her without drawing attention to her, so I decided to just keep an eye on my aunt and uncle and on Margaret to make sure they didn’t hurt her. She always tried to be a good girl at the table.

“So this is what I want to have happen,” Uncle Scott said at one point in the middle of dinner. “Mom and I have decided that we’ll let the cousins sleep in the same room, and Jason and Mike have volunteered their rooms and their beds.” He looked at them to make sure that they had not changed their minds. Both of them smiled.

“Even though the little ones are not toilet trained,” he reminded them. “And you are not allowed to get mad at them for wetting in your beds tonight….”

Still, Jason and Mike looked at one another and shrugged. “It’s just one night. Tomorrow, you’ll get plastic for our beds, right?”

Uncle Scott nodded. “Okay, well, then, after dinner, I will need Jason and Jessica’s help rearranging stuff for the cousins,” he continued. “And I’ll need Margaret and Mike to do the dishes….”

“We have to set up our tent in the backyard,” Mike reminded Uncle Scott.

“Yes, we will. I’ll help you with that once the girls’ stuff is organized in your rooms and the dishes are done, okay?”

Mike sighed. “I’m not the one that was mean to our cousins. Why do I have to be punished?”

“Why do you think you are being punished?” Aunt Susan asked him.

“Well, Jason gets to help set the cousins up, but I have to do a boring chore with Margaret who was just a big meanie to Valana since picking her up.”

“It’s not a punishment,” Uncle Scott told Mike. “It’s what needs to be done, and I do need Jason’s help, and honestly, I don’t want Jessica doing the dishes without your mom in the kitchen to watch her.”

Jessica looked down. “You still think I’m a little kid,” she told her dad.

“Well, maybe I do, honey. You are only ten years old. When you are twelve like Mike, then I’ll treat you a little more like a big kid.”

She sighed.

“I could help with the dishes,” I offered.

“No, we need your help to help decide where you and your sister want your stuff and to make sure we get things right for you two,” Uncle Scott said to me. Honestly, he was probably just trying to treat his house guests special or something, but I doubt that earned me any points with Margaret.

When our plates were cleaned, I thought Lacey was going to get away with it. I was sure she had peed her pants by then, well, her diaper, and it didn’t look like she had gotten caught. I started to raise my hand a little, so I could ask to be excused from the table.

“May I please be excused?” I asked Aunt Susan.

“Why? Do you want to use the toilet?” she asked me bluntly, and I was sure that was not allowed, and I don’t know why, but it felt like a trick that I better say no to. Besides, I didn’t think I had to go anyway.

“No, ma’am. I just thought we were done.”

“Well, I have some dessert made for us tonight,” she said. “In honor of having some house guests for the summer.”

Jessica smiled and nodded. “I helped mommy make some chocolate moose pies the day before we went to get you, and mommy said it was for our first dinner with you.”

I smiled and looked down. I wasn’t exactly used to anyone doing anything for me or even for Lacey, except our own mom and dad.

“Jessica, will you come to the kitchen and help me?” Aunt Susan asked her.

Lacey looked up at me, and I could see the concern in her eyes. I mouthed to her.

“Don’t say anything yet.”

She nodded and looked down at her lap.

Uncle Scott was suddenly looking at me, and I frowned. It looked like I needed to say something quick.

“Um… I was just telling Lacey she can play later,” I told him. “At home, dad doesn’t care too much if Lacey plays at the table, but she’s ten years old, and knows that she shouldn’t be playing at the table at restaurants or at other people’s houses.”

Lacey looked up at me, telling this lie, and her lip quivered, but then she looked down at her lap, and nodded her head. I hoped she realized that me lying about her playing at the table was a lot smaller a problem than if the wrong people realized she peed her pants at the table. Aunt Susan and Uncle Scott were nice so far, but that doesn’t excuse Lacey peeing her pants at the table. She should have done that before dinner, or held it until after dinner.

Some nice chocolate like pie was set in front of everyone within a few minutes, and Lacey looked up at me. I knew she didn’t deserve to eat it since she caused a problem at dinner. No one knew she had been bad yet, though, so I really didn’t want her to get caught. I nodded at her to eat the pie.

I knew she felt guilty though, and I didn’t blame her. I mean, I don’t really know what mom would have done these days if she caught Lacey wetting her pants at our Uncle’s dinner table. It had been so long since we were hit for that, but then it had been a very long time since Lacey had last peed her pants at the dinner table, even at our house. We both had learned a long time ago, I think I was like eight or nine, that you don’t ask to go once you are sitting in front of your dinner, and you don’t pee your pants at the table. It’s not clean.

We were eating the pie, and Aunt Susan asked Lacey. “Don’t you like it?” I think Susan and Jessica both looked a little hurt that they put the work in this, and Lacey wasn’t enjoying it. I wanted to help Lacey, but what was I going to say? Yeah, she loves it, but she peed her pants and doesn’t think she deserves it? No, I couldn’t say that.

“Yeah, I like it,” Lacey looked down. “Okay, I guess I better tell you now.” She looked down with tears coming down her cheeks.

“Lacey,” I said trying to cut her off.

“No, Valana. I know you don’t want me to be spanked, but I am the one that was bad, and I’m not letting them hit you for what I did.”

Uncle Scott and Aunt Susan looked bewildered completely missing the mark on what Lacey had done.

“I peed my pants…,” Lacey told the table.

“I told you, little one…,” Uncle Scott started.

“No, I mean, I peed at the table,” she cut him off, not something she should have done, but it seemed she was determined to get whatever punishment was coming her.

Aunt Susan still looked confused. “Okay, you peed at the table? So? You are not toilet trained, sweetheart.”

I looked at my aunt, wondering what she was saying. Okay, yeah, we’re not potty trained. Okay, our body isn’t working right. But that doesn’t give us the right to pee at the table and make dinner dirty for everyone, did it?”

Uncle Scott and Aunt Susan started to realize, like a slow burning dawn that was just staring to rise the sun over the horizon, that what we thought was bad, wasn’t just that Lacey peed her pants, but she did it at the table, and made it dirty while everyone was eating.

Aunt Susan stood up, and I got up and got in front of Lacey. Even if Lacey was a bad girl, I wasn’t going to let her hit my sister. I put my hands up to guard my face as I just slipped between my aunt and sister before she could do anything. I saw her hands coming down towards my sister, so they touched me instead.

Only, she wasn’t slapping me. She reached down and she hugged me. “Baby, I don’t know what people have done to you and your sister, but if you are not potty trained, then there is no way you can tell your body not to pee, even at the table. You wouldn’t be hit for an accident.”

I looked down. “We know better than to pee at the table, and Lacey hasn’t peed at the table for a long time. She knows it’s dirty. I think it’s just because dinner was suddenly ready and she didn’t have time to get ready for it, or maybe because we aren’t having dinner at normal time for us, she just… didn’t know it was time, and forgot to wet her pants before she sat at the table.”

My aunt and uncle looked at each other, and then my Uncle picked up Lacey because Aunt Susan was already hugging me, and this made it hard to stop him getting Lacey, but he didn’t hurt her. He just whispered to her.

“Sweetheart, do you like the chocolate pie?” he asked her.

Lacey nodded with a sad little quivering lip.

“If you really like it, it will make your aunt very happy if you acted like you enjoyed eating it, and we’ll worry about the pottied diaper afterwards, okay?”

“But you gotta spank me,” Lacey told Uncle Scott. “Because I was bad and made the table dirty while people are eating.”

He sighed and shook his head. “First of all, the most you made dirty was the chair you are in and the floor,” he told her. “And that’s if your diaper leaked. You don’t feel like your pants are wet to me. And not being toilet trained means that you can’t control when you pee at all, baby. That means if you have an accident at dinner, watching television, playing outside, or even out at a restaurant, it’s normal. If you were able to actually control where you peed, then it wouldn’t be an accident, and you’d be potty trained, honey. You’d always go in the potty, and both you and your sister have shown your aunt over the last few days that you are not potty trained, and for the last two summers before this one, you’ve wet your pants and wet the bed, too, baby.”

Lacey looked up at him. “But it’s not the same, just wetting my pants, and then wetting where people are eating. That’s gross.”

He sighed and patted her back. “Just eat your pie, baby. Okay? Once you are fed and we are all going up to move your stuff into the other room, then Aunt Susan can change your diaper, sweetheart. And we’ll check your big sister, too.”

“I don’t think she peed at the table,” Lacey looked a little bit scared.

“I don’t care you think she peed at the table or not,” Uncle Scott patted her butt, softly. “I want to check her anyway and make sure she is comfortable. No one is getting a spanking for wetting their pants at the table, baby.”

Lacey nodded. When she was sat down, she was sat down in Aunt Susan’s lap, which surprised both of us. Aunt Susan knew that Lacey had peed her pants. What if she leaked? But even knowing that, Aunt Susan held Lacey and told her to eat. She even played with her a little bit, as if they believed me when I told them that she wanted to play, but knew better than to play at other people’s table.

Jessica played with her too, and then Jason asked me.

“Valana, I’d like you to come with me maybe in a couple of days to meet one of my friends. They have a sister that is your age, but Margaret hates her. Somehow, though, I don’t think you’d hate her, and she might even like you.”

I shrugged.

Dessert did take a while, and to my shame, I started to pee my diaper, too. I was kind of scared, so I just kind of peed on purpose so no one would realize I was wetting my pants. It was the same thing I do at middle school. Just pee a little bit, then when you think no one is looking, a little bit more, and a little more until you are done and no one noticed what you did.

I was glad they were not mad at Lacey. I wasn’t sure if they’d be mad at me though. I am thirteen years old, and should definitely know better than to pee my pants, but what else could I do? I know I’m not supposed to leave the table when everyone is eating. That’s just rude, and asking to go, and being denied because I’m older, will let everyone know I have to go, and then everyone will know when I peed my pants.

Somehow, Margaret knew though. She smiled at me, just as I finished peeing my pants, and she looked over at Aunt Susan.

“Mo...om,” she said in a singsong tantalizing voice. “Valana just peed her pants!”

I blushed. I definitely knew better than lying about it.

“Margaret,” Uncle Scott didn’t sound happy. “Tell me what gives you the right to embarrass your cousin!”

She looked down. “How did I do it? I didn’t even do anything to her. She just peed her pants. Check her if you don’t believe me.”

I shook a little bit, my face really red. I knew that Margaret didn’t do anything to cause it this time, because I did it, kind of on purpose, and I knew I was staring to have to go during dinner, so it was natural and had nothing to do with her.

“I’m not saying she didn’t pee her pants,” Uncle Scott said. “We all know she’s not toilet trained, but you just heard them talk about it being bad, as far as they knew, to wet at the table, and now you are calling her out on it. You know what, I’ve had it with you. After you wash dishes, you are going straight to the bathroom and then to bed.”

“I don’t need to you tell me to go to the bathroom,” Margaret yelled at him. “Unlike some babies around here, I do know to go before going to bed.”

I blushed.

“And that attitude right there is exactly why you are going to bed early, and why I told you to go the bathroom first. You want to embarrass Valana, maybe we should tell you when we think you should use the toilet.”

“Da...ad,” Margaret frowned. “That’s stupid. I’m toilet trained and I know how to get to the bathroom. It’s Valana’s fault she doesn’t use the toilet.”

The parents sighed and shook their heads at her. And after dinner, just like Uncle Scott said, Mike and Margaret was doing the dishes, and Lacey and me went up the stairs to start moving stuff out of the girls’ rooms and into the boys’ room. The boys shared a room, but both sisters had their own room. It wasn’t my place to say anything, but it seemed strange that Jason, who was more mature, and Mike, who was older than Jessica, would have needed their own rooms, and Margaret and Jessica could have shared. I have shared with Lacey since I could remember.

Lacey was taking into the boys’ room, and Aunt got busy changing her diaper while Jason and Uncle Scott took stuff for us into the bedroom, and they asked me where I wanted it. No one changed me just yet.

When Lacey was changed, she was starting to close her eyes. It had been a long day for us both. I guess she was tired, and she was asleep before we got the room set up. I knew Lacey wouldn’t really care where her stuff was as long as the space seemed fair to her.

When the room was set up, Aunt Susan stayed behind to change my diaper for me, and then I laid in the dark for a few minutes, about to go to sleep, when I saw a shadow or something pass through.

“Hello?” I called out.

“Shush,” I heard in the dark. “I’m going to tell you something. You might think it’s mean or you can take it the way you want, but you better know something….”

I knew it was Margaret’s voice by now.

“I don’t believe that you are not toilet trained,” the girl said. “But mom and dad do. I don’t really care one way or another, if you like peeing your pants. But you are going to get in a lot of trouble when they find out you are playing them.”

I turned away to try to ignore her.

“You can ignore me if you want, but remember this, if they get the idea you are potty trained, you’ll have a lot to answer for, and you’ll have to explain peeing in your pants all those times I didn’t tell you to do it. And if Lacey is potty trained, just imagine her getting spanked.”

Then Margaret left the room.

I didn’t really know why she did that. If she knew I was toilet trained, I don’t know why she didn’t tell her family so. If she did, then maybe I’d be in trouble instead of her.

I finally closed my eyes and drifted off….

[spark]

This is a very interesting story.  The beginning felt a little bit disjointed, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.  It was just hard to tell the motives of the characters, and there was a distrust between the family and the two cousins.

[Ishigreensa]

Chapter 6

Even if it is here?

The darkness took hold of me after a little time, and I heard the high pitch squeals of a little girl laughing. The place we were at was full energy, and I felt myself running. The scene faded in, and we were running around a big jungle gym of bars and stuff. There were slides, and everything towered over me. I must have been really little at this time. Then I saw Lacey, a big smile on her four year old face as she danced in front of me for a moment before running off.

“You can’t get me!” she called behind her at me. I was laughing. I ran up a ladder and she was ahead of me one of those wood plank bridges supported by ropes. We ran to the tunnel slide ahead. I caught up just as she slid down it. I slid down after her.

We ran around a pole that held up some of the jungle gym. She was using it to try to block me getting to tag her. I was laughing. We were both having fun. I suddenly had to use the bathroom.

Lacey went towards the swings. I was supposed to be watching her, but I really had to go. I knew where some public ones were, but I also knew that a dark figure didn’t like Lacey going in those ones. He said they were dangerous, but I didn’t really know how.

I saw her swinging. She was having fun, so I looked over, and I saw the bathrooms. I could see the bathrooms from the swings, and I knew I could see the swings from the bathrooms. I ran to the bathroom.

Having made it, and coming out of the bathrooms, I smiled when I saw Lacey swinging. Looking around neither the dark man nor mom was anywhere around. I could probably get Lacey to forget I even went by just playing with her, so I went over and got on the swing. I started swinging.

Suddenly, I looked down at my leg, and it was bleeding. I held my leg in a nursing sort of way, and cradling it, I fell backwards but before I hit the ground, I woke up, laying on my back in bed, and pee was gushing into my diaper. I was wetting the bed for real. I shivered a little. I hadn’t wet the bed, like on accident like this, in a while. I looked around. The room was dim. Then I noticed that Lacey had climbed next to me, and she had an arm around my stomach. I smiled and putting a retaliating arm around her to pull her closer to me, we slept some more.

 

I woke up, and I felt some warm water pushing against my leg, and looking down where I had my little sister next to me, I realized her diaper was leaking. I didn’t mind that she peed, but I felt the bed between us. It was pretty wet. I hoped Jason and Uncle and Aunt were not going to be mad at us. They said it was okay….

 

A little bit later, I felt my sister starting to stir, and she looked up at me after a few moments of realizing where she was, and having felt under herself and around. I think she felt inside her diaper, too, with her hand. That was a no-no, but no one would know about it but me, and I wasn’t going to tell anyone about that.

“I think I wet the bed, sis,” Lacey looked up at me from where I had her lower down and hugging her to me. She now had her hands around me again as she had her face turned up at mine, looking at me.

“Well, you are in a strange bed,” I told her. “But I can just say I peed a lot and it accidentally leaked too much.”

“No…,” she whined. “I don’t want you to get hit for what I did.”

“Well, I did pee in my sleep,” I whispered to her.

“Like you usually do, right?” she smiled up at me and there was respect in her eyes even though her big sister wets the bed.

“Um… not exactly. This time, I was actually asleep when it happened the first time, and maybe even two times, and then I was awake for the third one, that I just did before you woke up.”

“Oh, okay,” she didn’t really understand the difference with my accidents, so it didn’t surprise her that this time, it wasn’t me just slowly wetting and trying to hide the act of peeing myself by being in control and wetting slowly. It was a real sleep accident this time, but I didn’t want to bother her with details.

“We wet the bed kind of bad, Valana. What if Uncle gets mad?”

“I’m older than you. I’ll take the full blame.”

“No…,” Lacey looked up at me sadly. “Like Aunt said, you aren’t even potty trained, and I’m better at going to the toilet than you are.”

I nodded. “And that’s why I should take the blame. Your older sister should have better control to not wet her pants than you.”

Lacey shook her head no. “Well, you don’t, and I know and you know that it’s not really something you can help. It just happens that way. And I’m not going to let Uncle hit you just because….” and then we both looked at the doorway because we felt like we were being watched.

Lacey looked over there first, and feeling a hair on the back of my neck stand on end, I looked too, and we saw Jessica and Margaret at the doorway.

“We heard everything,” Margaret told us. “I bet Jessica that you two would pee the bed, and I was right.”

Jessica frowned. “It wasn’t a bet,” she told her sister. “I already agreed with you that they would have done that because mom says they aren’t potty trained.”

“Whatever, Jessica. You still want to play with pee pants Lacey?”

“What if I do?”

“I don’t believe you.”

Jessica put a pout on her face and crossed her eyes at Margaret. “Well, I don’t care what you believe. I’m not playing your game or getting on their bed, because playing with Lacey has nothing to do with your dare. I’ll wait until she is more comfortable and clean.”

“You are just afraid of wetting your pants,” Margaret teased her.

“You know what?” Jessica said to Margaret. “I dare YOU to get in bed next to Valana and get YOUR pants wet in the pee!”

“You know I don’t even want to play with her, so why would I even think of doing that?”

“Because you are being mean, and if you don’t, then I know you are just a mean bully that was trying to get mom to think I peed my pants. But you know what? I’ll wet in bed with Lacey, because I bet mom won’t even care if I peed my pants.”

“I’ll tell her you wet your pants on purpose!”

“So?”

“And I’ll tell your mom everything you said to Jessica right now,” I told the brat.

“Go ahead. You’re just a tattle tale.”

“Yeah, whatever, goat-head. Just leave my sister out of your games like I said. And if you make Lacey cry by getting her friend into trouble, that’s still messing with her.”

“Pull back the blankets and prove to me you peed,” Margaret taunted with her hands on her hips.

“Because of the deal, remember? As long as you do as I say, I don’t bother Lacey.”

“You’ll get in trouble now. They know you made Lacey poop her pants yesterday.”

“So? Even if I get in trouble, I’ll still get to see Lacey cry and try to explain to my dad and mom that she pees her pants on purpose.”

I frowned. “If I show you I peed my pants, you leave her alone?”

“If you do exactly what I say, and you pee your pants when I want you to, then I leave her alone.”

“Only if you don’t punish her for when I can’t go every five minutes. You have to give me time to have to go before you make me do it.”

“Well, that’s easy,” Margaret said. “Just remember, there is no toilet this summer for you unless my mom forces you in and puts you on the toilet physically.”

“Whatever,” I said pushing the blankets off, and then sitting there, I started peeing on purpose, pushing it, until it drizzled from the diaper legs to the floor because I was just wearing a sleeping shirt and a diaper in bed.

She watched me pee, some pee getting down the side of Jason’s bed and on the floor. I had no choice though. I didn’t want anyone hitting Lacey.

She smiled. “Now I get to tell my mom I caught you peeing your pants.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just leave Lacey alone.”

“If you don’t want to wet your pants later,” Margaret told Jessica, “you better agree that the older cousin such sat there, on the bed, and peed her pants, and no one told her to do it.”

Jessica looked down sadly. “I… um…,” she looked at me looking worried.

“Just tell Aunt Susan I peed my pants,” I told her. “She knows I’m not toilet trained. Just tell her, okay? Margaret can say it’s on purpose, even if she hits me.”

Jessica frowned and looked down towards Lacey.

I whispered to Lacey. “Margaret will make HER pee her pants if she doesn’t do what her sister said.

“It’s okay,” Lacey told her. “I don’t blame YOU,” and then Lacey gave Margaret a dirty look.

Margaret satisfied everything would go her way, pulled Jessica out of the room and I guess she talked to her.

Lacey laid in bed, in our puddle actually, and thought about what would happen when Uncle Scott found out I peed the bed sitting up. I think that’s what she was thinking about because she didn’t say anything after Jessica left the room, and she just quietly rubbed my back a little bit as she lay there. I didn’t want to lay down now. The bed was a lake, and right now, it was a little more comfortable.

Eventually, Aunt Susan came in the bedroom with Jessica frowning and blushing red. “I told you, mom,” she couldn’t look up at me in the face because she was telling her mom only what Margaret told her. “She peed herself, sitting up, and then just peeing like it was no big deal.”

Susan reached down and hugged her, and then softly, she whispered. I could hear her though. “Jessica, that’s what not being toilet trained means. They pee their pants, fully aware that they are wetting, but for one reason or another, don’t think they should go to the toilet.”

“Oh, then it’s okay that Valana did it on purpose?”

“It is right now, honey. Once your dad and I figure out if anything other than not being toilet trained is causing her to wet, and we take care of any other problems that can confuse her, then mommy and daddy will potty train both of them.”

She nodded and looked up at her mom. “I heard them talking. They both peed the bed, too, but I think it was a sleeping accident from what I heard.”

Susan nodded smiling. “Well, how about you go get your clothes on, and then go downstairs, and in a bit, I’ll send your cousins down dressed in dry clothes.”

She nodded with a smile and ran off.

Aunt Susan then walked closer to us, and she squatted down by me, and frowning, she asked me. “Why didn’t you just stand up and finish peeing standing up. Then you wouldn’t have gotten Jason’s bed more wet, sweetheart?”

I looked down about to cry. I couldn’t tell her about Margaret or she would be mean to Lacey, and so I didn’t have a good reason. I just sat there, tears staring down my face.

“Aunt Susan?” Lacey spoke up even though I looked at her. She wouldn’t be swayed to stay quiet. “Both of us had a bad accident already when she was starting to get up, and then the door opened, and it scared her, so my sister sat there, waiting to see if Uncle Scott was going to take the belt to her. She wets her pants uncontrollably when she thinks she’s about to get hit, and the door just opened, and then Margaret saw her peeing her pants and she told Jessica something, but I didn’t really hear what it was, and they left, and now, you are here.”

Aunt Susan rounded on Jessica. “Did Margaret tell you to come and get me and to tell on the big girl peeing her pants?” she asked her.

Jessica looked down. “If I didn’t tell you, she said she’d tell I peed my pants.”

“What? Did you honey?” only Aunt Susan didn’t sound mad. She sounded like she was more worried that Jessica might be hurt or something.

“No? But I think she ran to my room to pour water on my bed to make it look like I peed the bed anyway.”

Aunt Susan sighed, and she hugged Jessica. “Why don’t you just stay with us, honey. We’ll check your bedding after we take care of your cousins.”

I was a little bit embarrassed that my aunt pulled back the blankets and sheets and saw a big wet puddle in Jason’s bed, caused by both of us. I was also a little bit scared she was going to call Scott in to punish us, but she just smiled and she called us to her.

“You girls okay?” she asked softly as she patted the backs of our wet diapers.

We nodded, but I could feel my legs and arms shaking.

“It’s okay,” My Aunt Susan pulled me closer and then hugged me. “I told you, baby, Auntie Susan and your Uncle Scott and Jason all know you are not toilet trained. Your cousin knew you’d probably wet the bed, sweetheart. No one is upset, okay?”

I just nodded.

“Lacey got scared and slept with me. It made the bed more wet. I should have told her to go back to Mike’s bed, but I couldn’t because I was scared, too.”

Aunt Susan just hugged us both. “It’s not a big deal, baby. Today, we are going to go get some plastic for the beds, and after we have them all cleaned up and we have plastic on them, then it won’t matter how often you wet the bed this summer, alright little ones?”

We both nodded, and even though it felt nice to know that even though we were not Scott’s children, that he wasn’t going to hit Lacey or me for wetting the bed or even in our pants, it was a little bit embarrassing that Aunt Susan still thought neither of us were potty trained.

 

After Lacey and I were put in pull up diapers, and then I was put in a clean top and a skirt while Lacey was put in a pair of jeans and a clean top, Aunt Susan carried Lacey and I walked next to them down to the kitchen where we saw our cousins already eating cereal with Uncle Scott.

“The little ones got scared,” Aunt Susan said looking at Scott more. “The little one got in bed with her big sister, and I’m sorry, Jason, but they wet your bed a lot more than I had hoped would happen.”

He smiled. “I don’t mind. I knew they’d wet. And I did sort of have a feeling that the little girl would get scared and want to be with her big sister.”

Margaret frowned. “I bet mom and dad would spank Jessica if she peed the bed,” she said looking right at me. “It’s not fair she’d spank Jessica, and you can just pee your pants anytime you want.”

I looked down. I didn’t want to pee my pants. I didn’t know how to explain to her that I didn’t want any of this.

“Margaret, that’s coffee crop, and you know it. If Jessica or you or even one of the boys had wet your pants or the bed, the first thing we’d think, is you just had something unusual happen, and if it kept happening, we’d take you to see a doctor before we did anything else on the matter.”

Margaret frowned. “Jessica wet the bed,” she said. “Go see.”

“I saw the wetness in her bed, little lady. And I’m also aware that you threatened your little sister to go along with your little plan to embarrass your cousin. I better not find out that you somehow told Valana to pee herself sitting on that bed the way I found her, because if I do….”

Margaret looked down. “I didn’t.”

I wasn’t going to tell on her. I was scared what she’d do to Lacey. “She didn’t,” I even said. “I thought it was… um… him, coming to punish me for wetting, and I got scared and peed on the bed. I was going to stand up so I didn’t get it on the bed again because I knew I didn’t have time to get to the toilet and also I knew I needed help to take it off, the diaper.”

Aunt Susan nodded. “Well, just as well, I should still punish you for pouring water all over your sister’s bed.”

“I didn’t. She peed the bed. Right Jessica?”

Jessica looked down frowning.

“No she didn’t,” Lacey spoke up for her. “You told her you were going to wet her bed on her if she didn’t go along with trying to get my sister in trouble for peeing her pants.”

Margaret gave my sister a wicked glance, but Uncle Scott caught her.

“She did?” he started to slip his belt out of his pants belt loops.

“No, please?” I begged. “No hitting? Please?” And I started crying. “I’m sorry I wet the bed and wet my pants, and caused trouble. No hitting! Please! You can hit me!”

Margaret looked sideways at me when I told Uncle Scott he could hit me. I don’t think she knew I knew what I was saying. Yes, I was telling Uncle Scott to hit me. I didn’t want him to hit Lacey. I didn’t want him to hit Margaret, and I didn’t want him to hit Jessica. I was used to it. He could hit me. Well, actually, I did sort of forget what being hit was like because Carl, my daddy never touched me that way since I’ve known him after I was nine years old, but I knew it hurt, and I knew I’d get a scar again, and I knew that I didn’t want Lacey or anyone else to get hit. I hated Margaret. I wanted her scolded. I wanted her to have to go spend time in her room, but I didn’t want her to be hit.

Uncle Scott looked from Margaret to me. “What do you think I’m going to do with the belt?” he asked me.

“Hit Margaret,” I said whimpering. “For being bad. But please, hit me. I made her do it.”

He sighed and lowered his belt and looked to Aunt Susan. Aunt Susan nodded, and he put the belt on the chair. “Would you feel better if I spanked Margaret with my hand?” he asked me. “She did wrong. She wet her sister’s bed, embarrassed her sister, and tried to lie on her sister to try to get her in trouble, and on top of that, she’s been embarrassing you since you got here, honey.”

I looked down. “But the belt might cut her,” I told him.

“So, my hand, okay?”

I nodded.

He spanked Margaret, with his hand, and I could see why he wanted to use the belt. She kept kicking his hand, and stuff, and but in the end, she did lose the battle, and he spanked her until she was crying.

I ran over and hugged her right after he was done hitting her.

He again, frowned over at Aunt Susan, who just shrugged. They gave each other a look of some kind and slipped out of the kitchen while Jason busied Lacey and me with some cereal to eat.

As Jason put the cereal in front of me, he asked me. “Why did you just hug Margaret and why didn’t you want dad to spank her for being mean?”

“Because,” I looked him in the eye so he’d get it. “Getting hit hurts! She should be punished to not be mean, but hitting is … it hurts! It makes cuts on your body, and it causes you to not breath, and sometimes, it makes you pee your pants because you get it so hard that it makes your stomach push on you, and you pee, and because it hurts for a long time, and because hitting hurts.” I forgot if I told him it hurts.

“Spanking, at least when daddy does it,” Jason told me. “It only hurts for a moment or two. It doesn’t cut you, and it doesn’t make you not able to breath, and it doesn’t make you pee your pants,” he told me.

“Maybe you a boy and you are stronger,” I looked up at him thinking he must be made of iron or something if getting hit didn’t hurt him.

“Or maybe…,” Jason said a little softly. “Maybe you were not spanked. Maybe you were actually abused.”

I looked up at him wanting to understand what made spanking different from abuse. But it was spanking. Uncle Scott was going to use his belt. I got my cuts from belts, sticks, and anything else used for spanking. It was spanking that hurt you. How could I make him understand? Maybe girls are just easier to cut or hurt? I didn’t know what else to say.

“Well, Margaret was mean to her sister, too,” he reminded me. “She’s been being mean to all three of you since the day before yesterday.”

I nodded. “I know. I just… I don’t want her hurt. She thinks I just pee my pants, but honest, I don’t want her to just pee her pants because of the same hitting. I don’t want her daddy to hate her. I don’t want her to get hurt.”

Margaret looked at me a little strangely, and I thought she was smirking a little, but I wasn’t sure. I just knew, she got her butt hit, even with just a hand, and I was worried she was hurt.

Jason shook his head as he saw me looking over at Margaret.

“Well, I promise, dad will not cut her,” he told me. “He is careful with his kids, because he loves us all. He will be careful with you and your sister if he ever thinks you should be spanked. I promise. He’s not like whoever hit you before.”

I looked down. “He doesn’t know it hurts us, though. No one that hit Lacey or me knew it hurts. He just meant to hit us for being bad, and he told us that we deserve it because we were bad.”

Jason shook his head. “Well, Margaret’s not hurt, are you?”

Margaret shook her head. “Do you even believe her? She probably just hurt herself, and got a scar, and is saying that stuff just to make us feel sorry for her just like she pretends to not be toilet trained.”

Jason shook his head at Margaret. “You really are something. You didn’t see her trying to stop dad spanking you, and even saying he could hit her instead?”

“Probably because she feels guilty knowing that I am right, and that she is being bad and deserves punishment.”

Jason shook his head. “If you are done with your cereal, leave the kitchen.”

“It’s my house as much as it is yours. You don’t have a right to make me leave.”

“Lacey and I will leave the kitchen,” I told Jason not wanting anymore trouble. “We’re not hungry,” even though I saw a pleading look in Lacey’s eyes that let me know she was hungry, but she’d do what I said because she trusted me not to let her get in trouble and get hit.

Jason frowned. “No…,” he said. “Valana, eat your cereal. Dad and mom said that when they are not facing you, you listen to me.”

I nodded.

“As for you, Margaret. You either leave the kitchen if you are not eating, or I tell mom and dad you are bothering Lacey again because you know her sister won’t let her eat if you are causing them trouble.”

Margaret frowned and threw her hands up. “Fine.”

Jason went over and put Lacey right in his lap, and he started feeding her.

I nodded at her when he wanted to feed her. We have to do what he said. He was our babysitter.

As he fed her, he looked at me. “Now, I’m going to make sure your sister eats, and you are not leaving the kitchen until you eat a bowl, too, so eat, Valana.”

I nodded and started eating.

Eventually, he did give Lacey the spoon, but he wouldn’t let her off his lap until the bowl of cereal had been finished including all the milk drank like little kids always do.

He looked in my bowl, too, before he would put Lacey down. “Now, you two can go play wherever you want,” Jason told us. “But don’t go in Margaret’s room. I don’t want any trouble where you think you are in the wrong.”

I nodded.

Lacey hugged him and though she meant to whisper, I heard her. “Thank you for making Valana eat.”

Then Lacey and I went into the living room to watch television for a few minutes when Uncle Scott and Aunt Susan came out of wherever they were hiding.

“Jason, are you ready?” they asked him as he had been sitting with Lacey in his lap watching cartoons with us.

“Yeah, I’m basically ready,” he told them. “But the cousins aren’t going like this, are they?”

“Well, I’ve already put a skirt and nice top on Valana,” Aunt Susan said. “But we should put Lacey in a cute dress before we go.”

I went upstairs to watch as Aunt Susan redressed Lacey, putting a regular diaper, not a pull up on her.

I looked down, but she didn’t look like she was going to put me in the same diaper.

Lacey was put in a nice dress that Aunt Susan borrowed from Jessica, and when we were all down stairs again, everyone looked nice. Wait, was this Sunday? It was Sunday. Now, I realized, where we were going. Aunt Susan and Uncle Scott were taking us to their church.

I didn’t mind of course. I knew they were very religious, and the last two summers, we had visited their church a few times, so it wasn’t like it was anything surprising or even a pain to do. We didn’t even have to be there until after ten, so that made it even easier.

Other years, I think we just stayed an hour or so, but today was a bit different. First, we saw the usual service. There were some speakers, and there were small pieces of bread and small cups of water. Jason gave one of the small containers of water, so small, it was barely a sip really, and a crumb of bread really to each Lacey and me, so it seemed okay to participate. I never participated before and just let them pass the tray over me the last two years because I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was. I wasn’t baptize in this church.

I sat there for a moment, when Margaret asked me if I was coming with her, and then Jessica asked Lacey to go with her. I looked at Aunt and Uncle, but they nodded, so I went with Margaret to a small room where there were four boys and three girls. I smiled and tried to look as friendly as I could.

“This is my cousin, Valana,” Margaret said to everyone. “She’s a Christian of another church.”

They smiled and welcomed me nicely, and the teacher seemed to be leading us in some discussion. Well, I knew a lot about Jesus, actually, so it wasn’t that hard to follow what they were talking about. It seemed pretty standard stuff to me. I guess they just wanted the youth of this church to think like Jesus, which was a little confusing to me, because somehow, it seemed like maybe Margaret didn’t really get the message even though she seemed to know the answers.

I didn’t say anything though. That would cause trouble.

The last part of the three hours service was a lot different than I’d ever seen in a church before. I didn’t see Lacey since going to the first small room, but then women and girls from 12 and older all met in this huge room for like ten minutes. They talked about some kind of helping others. I saw Aunt Susan there, but Margaret said I should sit with her, and so I did.

I kind of had to pee, but this was church. I couldn’t do that here. I had to wait. I sat there, as the leaders led the large group in a praising song, and then we all went to other smaller classes decided by some other split of age. I was in the middle children’s group, I think.

I sat in the service trying to follow along. They weren’t talking about Jesus in this class, and it didn’t look like they were talking about the Bible either, but some other names of important people that I had no idea of who they were. I drizzled a little. It was getting hard to hold it, and I put my hands in my lap and tried not to let anyone notice what I was doing. I don’t think they did, even though I leaked a little bit on purpose to keep from losing control.

Margaret saw me moving my legs back and forth, and she nudged me and then wrote something on a paper showing just me: Don’t draw attention to wetting your pants or you’ll get in trouble.

I already knew that. Did she think I was stupid? I tried hard not to draw attention as I squeezed my legs against a thick diaper that made it hard to close my legs. Aunt had put a bunch of pads inside the diaper, and I didn’t realize how many until now, I was trying to squeeze my legs but though the knees could almost touch, my thighs were still so far a part, it didn’t help. I drizzled some more.

I couldn’t help rocking myself a little bit back and forth, trying to get some pressure that wasn’t coming from touching my knees together. I was drizzling, and it was feeling out of control. I blushed and looked down at my skirt, hoping I wouldn’t leak all over the place. I was scared.

“Hey,” One of the other girls, there were like eight of us there, whispered to my cousin. “I think your cousin might need the washroom,” she whispered as low as possible.

“Oh, it’s okay,” Margaret said to her. “It’s already too late for that.” Margaret wasn’t even whispering, though she said it in a low voice. “She just wets her pants. She doesn’t know any better.”

The girl frowned. “Really?”

Margaret nodded with a frown. She can’t help it. I don’t understand everything, but my mom says we just have to be patient with her. She’s in a diaper, so it’s okay.”

The girl blushed and looked away from me, and I started to really pee my pants, and blushing, I could just look down as tears ran down my face. Surprisingly, Margaret took my hand, and she whispered into my ear: “It’s okay, Valana. It’s like mommy says, you’re not toilet trained right, and no one at church is going to be mean. It’s not Christian to make you upset at church.”

I still felt really sad, but suddenly, another hand went around my shoulder, and this girl I didn’t even know whispered to me. “It’s okay. No one is perfect, right?”

I nodded.

I finished wetting my pants, and the lesson went on, the teacher, I don’t think, really heard anything, and I’m not sure if other kids in the room heard or not, but none of the girls that were not close enough to us, seemed to realize anything other than some of us hugging. They just smiled at us.

The meeting ended with a prayer and we walked out, I was careful to keep my skirt down so it covered my wet diaper. I was so scared to be found out I wet my pants in church. The teacher didn’t seem to know, and a few girls seemed to be not talking about it, and keeping the secret.

Margaret eventually helped me find Lacey, who came and hugged me, and feeling through my skirt, she knew, and she looked up at me, knowing that Uncle Scott might get really mad now. This was not at home. I had humiliated the family in their place of worship. There was no way I wasn’t going to get hit this time.

Lacey frowned at Margaret. “Did you do something?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know,” she said not wanting to tell everyone my shame and make it worse for Uncle Scott and thus for me.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Margaret said with a small smile. “She’s fine. She’s just like always.”

Lacey blushed and dropped it before she gave away what I did to anyone else.

When we were finally in the car, and we had started back, I whispered up to Jason.

“Uncle is going to be mad.”

“Why? Valana?”

“I peed.”

“Just now? You know he knows you aren’t able to control it.”

“In church,” I said.

“Oh, well, you know, accidents happen. He won’t be mad. I promise.”

“Because you’ll talk to them for me?” I asked almost hoping.

“I’ll let them know you wet your pants,” he told me. “But they won’t be mad at all. It wasn’t like you did something on purpose to be bad at church.”

“What’s wrong back there?” Aunt Susan asked suddenly making me realize she was picking up that I was nervous.

“Valana just had an accident at church,” Jason said. “I think she thinks it’s like the table. She’s supposed to somehow keep her body shut off for three hours or something.”

Aunt Susan smiled and shook her head. “It was an accident, baby. We’ll change you when you get home.”

“But… I was….”

“You had an accident,” my aunt told me firmly. “I told you, an accident is called that because you can’t control it. You are not going to be spanked by anyone just because you have accidents.

[Night Rain]

I'm guessing the dark figure that caused Lacey and Valana so much trouble is named Carl. Or is the dark figure someone else entirely?

[Ishigreensa]

3 hours ago, Night Rain said:

I'm guessing the dark figure that caused Lacey and Valana so much trouble is named Carl. Or is the dark figure someone else entirely?

No, Carl is the daddy they have now, Susan's brother.  The dark figure has not yet been introduced in the story.

[Ishigreensa]

Chapter 7

The Swimming Incident

 

The rest of Sunday actually was easier once Aunt Susan had changed me after church. I learned, that like daddy Carl, Uncle Scott really meant he was not going to hit me even for peeing my pants at church. I found out even Lacey peed at church, but her diaper kept it inside, but he didn’t hit her either.

I spent the rest of the day with Aunt on Sunday helping her with some cleaning, making dinner with her, and she changing my pants often because I still wasn’t potty trained.

 

When I went to bed that evening, in a fresh clean diaper, my skin clean and smelling good from a bath even though Aunt told me that I would wet the bed, and that it’s okay, I heard the crinkle under us as Lacey and I just both climbed into Jason’s bed. Jason said he didn’t mind if we sisters both slept in his bed because he knew we needed each other, and Aunt Susan and Uncle Scott promised to check the bed every morning, and if they found the plastic getting worn or torn, they would replace it because it wasn’t that expensive. I guess Uncle Scott and Jason and Margaret had gotten it when they went out earlier in the day, and one of them must have put the sheets on the beds for us.

I fell asleep, my sister hugging me.

 

“I don’t know when she did it,” I heard the dark voice say. “But your daughter has peed her pants again! I ask you, what eight year old does that?”

“Honey, she’s just….”

“You’re always making excuses. You know what? I don’t care! She didn’t do it around me, so fine. She wants to wet her pants as long as she’s not embarrassing me, then you can let her do what you want.”

“Honey, she doesn’t want to….”

“Don’t give me that! She’s always wet!”

 

The voices faded for a while, and then they were back.

 

“Elizabeth!” the dark voice was angry. “When? I ask you. When? When is she going to grow up and stop pissing her pants at church?”

“She asked us to go, remember?” I heard mom’s voice.

“She’s ten years old! She can wait a few minutes, can’t she?”

I felt down at my pants, and they were soaked. They had put me in jeans to go to church while everyone else was wearing skirts or dresses. And now, I had peed myself, so it was super embarrassing. I was scared to talk to the other ten years old kids.

“A few minutes?” My mom asked him. “Honey, she held it from the middle of the meeting! How long do you think a ten year old can wait?”

“Certainly longer than an hour,” he yelled at mom.

“Well, you know Valana can’t wait that long. And need I remind you that Lacey was wet this time, but you aren’t yelling about her, are you?”

“Lacey is younger than her, and yes, she’s old enough to know better, but when her role models, her sister and her mom pee their pants all the time, then how is she supposed to know better?”

Wait? Mom wet her pants? I woke up, sweating, just moments before his belt would come off. I was soaking wet, my diaper had leaked. I was shaking, but what woke me up, was what I thought I heard. I never noticed mom wetting her pants. That part of my dream or memory or whatever couldn’t be right, could it? No. I shook my head. There is no way mom was peeing her pants. It couldn’t be.

 

Lacey was next to me, and started to stir, so I laid back down, and settled next to her, hugging her, and she settled before waking up, and she was breathing easy in her sleep again. I didn’t know how long it took to get back to sleep, but I did drift off again.

 

“Elizabeth,” I heard a woman’s voice this time. “You and your daughters can’t keep doing this. It’s not natural.”

“I know, Susan, but it’s just really hard. You have no idea.”

“I understand, but you’re with a good guy now. My brother would never do anything bad to you. You know that. You need to start telling Valana to stop acting like a baby or she’s going to have a hard time in middle school.”

“I know. I’m trying to let her know that things are different, but she’s just a kid. Don’t you understand?”

“What I understand, is that you haven’t toilet trained her yet, and her sister is barely toilet trained, either. You need to do something different.”

“What? Am I supposed to beat them or something?”

“Of course not.”

“Well, I’m really lost about how to do what you say. How do you potty train an eleven year old that has been peeing her pants since she was about four years old?”

“I don’t know, Susan. You shouldn’t have left it that long.”

“I didn’t, Susan.”

“Whatever. My kids were toilet trained by three in the day time and never wet their beds after the age of six.”

 

I felt a little bit of anger. And I woke up. I don’t remember that conversation, but I know last year, how Susan kept telling my mom that she is the worst mom she’s ever met. She used to tell her that she doesn’t do anything right, and that the clothes she puts on us were trashy. I hated that. I really don’t know what to think of Aunt Susan. She is nice to Lacey and me, but I really don’t think she likes my mom. I looked outside, and it was still dark. I wish I could stop peeing my pants, then maybe she would believe my mom is trying to do something right. I wish I knew how to stop doing it.

 

It was dark again. I had the eerie feeling I always have when the dark man is going to appear. It was spooky, and any moment, I’d hear yelling. I felt my hand down at my pants, and I was wet. I was supposed to get hit, soon, I knew it. But this time, it wasn’t just voices in the dark. I saw a park. I was outside. I was playing with Lacey again. I must have just wet my pants. I walked with my head hung, and slowly approached my mom to tell her what I did. I was ashamed. I think I was ten years old or so.

“Mommy,” I looked down shaking knowing I was in trouble.

“Not again?” My mom said also a little shaking in her voice. The shaking meant that the dark man was around, the one that I can’t remember his face, but he was always there, tormenting me, and sometimes yelling at my mom.

I just nodded.

“Well, come on, we better walk back home and …,” but before we got up from the bench, I felt a smack on the back of my head. I fell forward. And I heard my mom gasp. Of course, I was struck, so she might have gasped from that, but this gasp was as if she was also struck, and then I saw her on her knees right next to me, her knees bleeding through her jeans. She must have scraped them.

“Your daughter embarrassed you in public, and your answer to that is to take her home and change her and not even so much as yell at her?” I heard the dark voice. “What kind of parent are you?”

“I… I was going to hit her at home,” but I had a feeling mom was lying about that. I had a feeling she was going to hide it somehow, but he caught us.

“If she thinks it’s okay to just pee her pants, she should just continue playing at the park in pissed in pants,” he told my mom. “She wants to embarrass us by wetting herself, then she should play around with the other kids letting them see she peed herself and embarrass herself!”

The man struck mom hard on the back. “Get up. We’re going home.”

Mom was really hurting, and it took time for her to get to her feet. Then another man, the red hair man with freckles came across the park with a face set for a fight, and he pushed the man off my mother, and in so doing, had struck him hard in the chest.

The dark man started to stand up, but then daddy plowed him in the face. He kneed him, and when the dark man was on the ground, my daddy spat at him. “That is what I think about people that mistreat women and children.”

He reached down gently. Wait. Mom did wet her pants. She was soaked. She looked up at him, and with bright wet eyes, she shivered as he pulled her up. “Come on, young lady,” he told my mom. “You and your children are coming with me.”

I woke up.

 

Mom really did pee her pants sometimes? I shook my head. I had to have misremembered. It was a dream. Maybe it wasn’t all real? Maybe it was just an exaggerated version of what happened? I don’t know. But when the man came across the park, I think that I was scared for real in life, but in my dream, I felt a glow of warmth, a feeling of sanctuary, a feeling that we were now safe. I felt like he wouldn’t even care if my mom had peed her pants, or me, or Lacey. He was our knight in shining armor. He would make things better.

I felt Lacey starting to stir, but it was a troubled stirring, and I pulled her closer to me, as I recognized that she was having a nightmare. As I pulled her against me, I felt her diaper growing warm, and I knew she was wetting her pants, but what was more concerning, was her whimpering, and her sucking on her thumb. She was shivering. I whispered to her.

“We’re okay, now. We’re at Aunt Susan’s house. No one hurts us here. Remember? Uncle Scott, Aunt Susan, Mommy, Daddy Carl, Jason?” I told her. Still she shook and whimpered, and I felt her continuing to pee. I didn’t know what else to do but try to comfort her, so I pulled her in tight, and I kept whispering. “We’re safe, Lacey, we’re safe.”

I slowly peed my pants, again, as I held Lacey and waited as the sun started to rise and started to lighten behind the brown curtain causing it to glow faintly. As I finished peeing my pants, the diaper leaking a little bit and getting Lacey a little wet, she started to wake up. She felt what I did, and she smiled up at me.

“You peed your pants,” she whispered at me.

I nodded.

We both giggled. There was nothing we could do about me peeing my pants, and we knew it, so it had started to become funny when she caught me peeing my pants, but only when we were sure no one else knew.

“You were dreaming,” I told her with a frown.

“Someone attacked mommy,” Lacey said. “Then they attacked daddy. They picked me up and wouldn’t put me down. They were forcing you and mommy to come with. I think mommy was forced to come because I was being taken, and you were running after us, because we were your family. I think they killed daddy.”

I rubbed her back. I wasn’t sure what her dream was really about. No one killed anyone as far as I knew, so that part was not real anyway. But being taken, I wasn’t sure. Was she scared that she was kidnapped? I mean we hadn’t really ever been away from mom for like four days in a row before. Maybe this felt like kidnapping to her. She was still sucking her thumb.

I rubbed her back. “Well, no one is dead,” I whispered to her. “We are at Aunt Susan’s house, and we are safe. Okay?”

She nodded and slowly took her thumb from her mouth. “I peed the bed,” she whispered up at me.

“I know. It’s okay.”

We hugged for a little while until there was a knock at the door and we turned to see Aunt Susan standing there.

“What is it, sweeties?” she asked us.

“My sister had a nightmare,” I told her. “She got really scared, so I’m just trying to make her feel better.”

Aunt Susan smiled and nodded. “You are a good big sister.”

She came over, and pulled back our blankets and saw that our diapers, both of us, had leaked on the bed again. She just smiled though.

“Why don’t you two stand up so I can get these blankets out of the way so I can wash off the plastic sheet, and then we change you both on Mike’s bed?” she asked us. Since it seemed Lacey and I were sharing a bed now, Mike’s bed only had a plastic sheet on it.

I laid on it first, and let Aunt Susan change me. Lacey kept by her side holding Aunt Susan’s shirt with her left hand, the one with the wet thumb from her sucking her thumb a bit earlier.

When I was changed out of my wet diaper, and in a clean dry one, but had nothing else on, the door opened, and Lacey was just being laid on Mike’s bed. I turned to make sure my back was to the door, but it was just Jessica.

“Is Lacey wet again?” she asked us.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Aunt Susan answered. “I’m just about to change her.”

“She doesn’t like peeing her pants,” Jessica told us.

“What do you mean, honey?” Aunt Susan turned to look at her a moment, my sister’s diaper undone and her privates exposed.

“Well, Yesterday, in church,” she told my mom, “we were in Sunday school, and Lacey started peeing her diaper, and she whispered to me that she hoped daddy wouldn’t hit her, and then she said she wished she could just go potty instead of wearing diapers.”

“Well, she’s not potty trained,” Aunt Susan said.

“Um…, That’s not what she told me,” Jessica said. “She said she has to pee her pants because that’s what she’s told to do, but last week, she only used to wet the bed and have some daytime accidents if it was too hard to go to the toilet, like if she was in the car a long time or if she was eating dinner and couldn’t hold it.”

Aunt Susan frowned and turned and looked at Lacey. “Did you tell Jessica that yesterday, honey?”

I shivered afraid that Lacey was going to get it for peeing on purpose.

“I… I’m sorry,” Lacey told Aunt Susan.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. I need to know, baby. Are you toilet trained, or not?”

“I… I’m not… I’m not sure,” she said sadly. “I don’t understand what your meaning to toilet training is.”

“It means you don’t normally wet your pants in the daytime, sweetheart.”

“I do. But only if it’s an accident because the toilet is too far away, like when we driving in a car, or if I not allowed to go, like while eating dinner or something.”

Aunt Susan picked her up naked from the waist down, and hugging her, she asked. “If I put you in panties today, and you are near a toilet, will you be using the toilet, sweetheart?”

“If you let me,” she nodded. “I can ask you to go to the bathroom, and if you let me, I can go to the bathroom, but if you don’t let me, then I will hold it as long as I can. But if you don’t let me go soon, then I pee my pants.”

Aunt Susan sighed. “I see. Well, then it looks like you don’t need a diaper, do you, baby?”

I smiled at Aunt Susan. This was going to totally make Lacey’s day.

“Thank you, Aunt Susan,” Lacey hugged her.

After she was put in a pair of panties and pair of jeans with a button down light blouse, Aunt Susan turned to me.

“So, shall I take that diaper off you?” she asked me.

I shook my head.

“Why not, sweetheart? If your sister is toilet trained, then surely you are….”

I shook my head.

“You’re not toilet trained?” she asked me looking bewildered.

“I… I’m not sure,” I said. “I can feel myself having to pee before I pee, but I can’t get to the bathroom in time. I’m not sure what makes that happen. I mean, I think I can get there, but I always start peeing my pants before I get there.”

“Valana is scared of stuff,” Lacey told a little bit on me.

“What do you mean, Lacey?” Aunt Susan now looked at her.

“People are always mean to her about her going to the bathroom, but when she pees her pants, kind of secretly, then no one picks on her because they don’t know, well, until the wrong people see, then they get mad.”

“I see. So do you think your sister wets her pants because she’s scared of something?”

“Yeah. She does it because she’s afraid of getting caught going to the toilet, and then made to wait, and then made to wet herself, and then she gets in trouble for peeing her pants.”

“Does this happen at home all the time?”

“Not so much at home, but she still gets scared and pees her pants at home anyway. It happens when she’s at school, and I think it happened before mommy left MY daddy. I think MY daddy caused her to wet her pants sometimes, and if he caught her peeing her pants, she’d get in trouble.”

Aunt Susan frowned. “How did he cause her wet herself?”

“I’m not really sure. I just know that it seemed like she was scared to ask to use the toilet around him, and she was scared to even go that way, and then when he caught her peeing her pants, she got hit.”

“Did your daddy ever cause you to wet your pants, honey?”

“Um… kind of. Like I had this rule, and I think we still follow it, that you don’t ask to use the bathroom when it is embarrassing for the adults to tell you no or when it is dirty like when you are eating. You hold it. So sometimes, I couldn’t hold it and peed my pants.”

“What did he do when you peed your pants, baby?”

“He mostly got mad at mom for not potty training me right and at my sister for her poor example by her always peeing at the table in her pants or when she wasn’t supposed to. He hit me sometimes, but he always hit Valana and sometimes hit mom when one of us peed our pants, too.”

“The daddy that hit you, it wasn’t the daddy with your mommy right now, was it?”

“Oh, no, not OUR daddy. Just MY daddy,” Lacey told her. “Sometimes, he made Valana have a worse accident, too. It’s because it’s a dirty word for her to say, so she’s not allowed to say it, so there isn’t anyway to really ask and I was told I don’t have to ask then, but I don’t remember why.”

“So you didn’t have to ask to use the restroom, but your sister had to ask?” Aunt Susan asked to clarify.

Lacey nodded.

I didn’t think Lacey even remembered that. Actually, I forgot that she wasn’t forced to ask, even. And I did remember how exactly I had to ask. It was so embarrassing! Even if he didn’t have a rule in public about asking, I don’t think I could have asked in public—especially now at thirteen years old.

“That’s not very nice,” Aunt Susan told us. “It’s no wonder your sister isn’t properly toilet trained. Then she looked at me, and she smiled.

“Well, we’ll keep you in diapers a little longer and have you checked by a doctor before I figure out a good way to start toilet training you, sweetheart. Just go ahead and pee your pants today, honey.”

I nodded.

 

We were soon all down in the kitchen, Mike and Jason, and Margaret and Jessica, and me and Lacey, and we were eating cereal. I didn’t see Uncle Scott anywhere, so when I next saw Aunt Susan, I asked. “Where’s Uncle Scott?”

“He had to work today, honey. Why?”

“I was just wondering,” I said. “I forgot that adults don’t take summers off.”

“Well, it is almost nine,” Aunt Susan told us. “The neighborhood pool opens at ten, so I’m thinking, to cool yourself a bit in this heat, maybe Jason can take you kids down to the pool.”

“Um…, What about me?” I asked Aunt Susan.

“Sure, you can go. Why would I leave you out, sweetie?”

“Because, um… diapers?” I reminded her and everyone else blushing.

“Well, you’ll be in your swimming suit, and it’s supposed to get wet, so it won’t matter if you wet it on the way, in the pool, or on the way back, will it?”

I looked down. “I guess not.”

“Valana, you don’t have to go swimming if you don’t want to,” Aunt Susan told me. “But they won’t let you wear a diaper in the pool, and the kids normally just wear their swimming stuff under their clothes to the pool, and then put them back on for the walk back, so coming back, even if you peed at the pool, no one will know you peed your pants, sweetheart.”

I nodded biting my lip.

“I’d take you, but your uncle has the car, so you either walk with Lacey and the other kids, or you can sit here at home with me, sweetheart.”

I didn’t really want to leave Lacey by herself. She was just going to be with our cousins, but now that she wasn’t wearing a diaper, I didn’t want Margaret messing with her, and making her wet her pants.

“I… I’ll go to the pool.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Before I put your swimsuit on you, I’ll take you potty and see if you can maybe pee in the toilet, okay? You haven’t pooped in a few days yet, either, so it might be a good chance for you to try to do that.”

I blushed. I forgot how many days it had been since I last pooped my pants. It was before uncle and aunt picked us up for sure.

 

At around Eleven thirty, we were all walking down the sidewalk. Jason was in charge of everyone, but he also put Mike in charge a little bit. Margaret wasn’t really trusted to not cause any trouble right now because she even tried to make her sister look bad this morning, so she was just told to mind herself, and Jason would let her be as long as she followed the general rules. She seemed okay with that. Then he told Mike to watch Jessica and to help keep an eye on Lacey, and he watched Lacey more carefully and he watched me and I think he was watching Margaret, too, regardless of what he told her.

We got to the pool, and we saw a fence that went around a large area that had a huge pool in it. There was a building we had to go through, and Jason did let Margaret go in the girls’ changing room, but he was very curt with her.

“If you cause Jessica or Valana any trouble in there, and I will spank your butt. Then I’ll tell mom, and don’t think I can’t.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, but she still didn’t bother me, and I was able to help Lacey and even Jessica get their outside clothes off and put in a locker. Lacey and me shared a locker just because I wanted to keep Lacey near me. Then we met the boys outside the little building, and we went around to pay in a window. Jason had enough money for all of us.

We started swimming and having some fun. Jason kept near me, and of course, I stayed by Lacey and Jessica because they were both playing and having fun together. I was glad I came. Lacey and Jessica made up a dance routine, and they were doing stuff in the water. Lacey loved the water!

While we were there, some woman came over and picking her little kid up away from where Lacey, Jessica, I were playing, she frowned at us. “What are you kids doing here?” she asked.

“I live here,” Jessica told her.

“I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to them!” she nodded at Lacey and me.

“Come on, Lacey,” I told my sister. “We don’t want any trouble.”

“But I wanted to play,” Lacey whined and Jason came over at around that time.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Jason told her. “These are my cousins, and they are visiting us, and I paid for them.”

“Boy, those girls are not your cousins!”

“Yes they are,” he frowned at her. “They are my Uncle Carl’s children, so that makes them my cousins.”

“How’d you get a black uncle?”

“My uncle isn’t black,” Jason said.

“Then how’d he get black kids?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Jason told her. “I paid for my cousins, so leave them alone or I’ll call my mom, and you don’t want a piece of my mom!”

“Oh, your mom sent them down here, did she?”

“You bet she did, and you better leave my little cousins alone if you don’t want trouble.”

“Maybe I’ll just call the police.”

“Come on, Jason,” I tugged at his arm. “I’ll just take Lacey home. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Nonsense,” he told me. “You aren’t causing any trouble. You are just playing and minding your own business.”

“That big girl splashed my little one.”

“No, she didn’t,” Jason told her. “That is a flat out lie, and if you keep messing with me, you better believe I’ll have not only the police down here, but the news to call you out on your harassing little kids!”

“She’s hardly a little kid! She’s a teenager!”

“You know what, I’m calling my mom.”

“I don’t want to swim,” I told Jason. “I’m scared.”

He put an arm around me, and he held Lacey’s hand. “Come on,” he said. “We’ll just call my house.”

I walked with him back to the pay window, and Jason asked for the phone. They let him have it. It seemed they knew him.

“Is there some trouble, Jason?” they asked him.

“That woman over there is trying to kick my cousins out of the pool and saying my cousin splashed her kid, but I was watching them the whole time, and my little sister, you know Jessica, and they were just playing together, and this little one, her name is Lacey and my sister were just water dancing.”

The young man back there smiled. “I like your little sister’s water dances.”

“Well, as this is something I don’t think you should get involved with because I don’t want you to lose your job, I just want to call my mom, okay?”

He nodded and handed Jason the phone.

“Hey, mom?” I could only hear one side of the conversation. “Yeah, this stupid white lady is harassing Jessica, Lacey, and Valana.”

There was a pause. “Yeah, I told her that they were my cousins, and she tried to say they couldn’t be, obviously just because they are black. I think she was only causing trouble with them because they are black. She tried to say they didn’t even belong here.”

I shifted my legs. I didn’t want to embarrass Jason. I needed to get back in the water before I peed or everyone would see me do it. I hoped I could wait for him to get off the phone.

“Yeah, I told her I was calling you, and she said she’d call the police.”

I felt a little bit go in the crotch of my swimsuit, the one uncle and aunt bought for me. I hope they wouldn’t be mad if I peed my pants right now. It was getting hard to wait.

“Okay, I better go. I think Valana needs me.”

He gave the phone back to the person behind the window, and then he whispered. “Do you think you can check if the ladies are out of the bathroom?” he asked.

“Um… why?”

“Well, my cousin is special needs, and she needs help getting her swimsuit down or she’ll pee her pants,” Jason told him. “She can’t help it, so please keep this secret and let me take her?”

“Your sister could take her.”

“My sister doesn’t really get along well with her. If I don’t take her, she’s gonna pee her pants.”

He sighed and nodded.

 

Jason brought both Lacey and me into the bathroom and to the toilets, where he then took me into the bigger stall for handicap, and he told Lacey to wait while he helped me get my swimsuit off.

“You seem to know how to take a girl’s swimsuit off,” I said to him blushing. A little more pee went into my swimsuit.

“I have to take care of Jessica a lot,” he said. “I usually take Jessica to the boys’ side, but you are a little too old to do that.”

I nodded.

He guided me to sit down and I started to pee into the toilet. I blushed peeing in front of him, but at least my swimsuit was only leaked on a little bit.

“How come you knew that Valana had to pee?” Lacey asked him innocently.

“She was doing a potty dance, honey. Didn’t you notice?”

“Yeah, I thought she was going to pee her pants.”

“I was afraid she was going to do that too, and it would have been really embarrassing for her, so I made something up so he’d let me take her. Sorry, Valana, but I sort of made it seem like you were a little kid in your head so they’d let me take you to the bathroom.”

I shrugged. “I’ve had worse done to me.”

I finished peeing, and then started pooping. I really blushed then. “Sorry,” I grunted and shook a little bit.

Jason came over and took my hand. “It’s okay. I’m glad you’re going in the toilet, Valana.”

Lacey frowned. “If she can’t hurry up, I’m gonna wet.”

“Can you try to go in another stall as close to this one as you can?” Jason asked her.

She nodded.

“Go then. No one wants you to get embarrassed either, okay?”

She smiled and hugged him, and then she ran out to the first empty stall.

I looked down. “Are you going to watch me the whole time?”

“I kind of have to, now, because of what I told that other person so I could take you. Sorry. Just try to finish, and I’ll turn my back so I’m at least not watching you do it, okay?”

I nodded.

It did feel good to go in the toilet and not in my swimsuit. I was glad I only leaked a little pee in it.

When I was done, we went and knocked until we found Lacey’s stall, and we waited outside for her to come out, and then we all washed hands and left the toilets. The woman was just coming in.

“And now, you’re going in the women’s room?” she asked Jason.

“I’m taking care of my special needs cousin, if that’s your business. And if you keep harassing her, I’m telling the police you are picking on not only a little kid, but one with mental problems. Let’s see how the news likes that about you?”

The woman huffed and taking her daughter’s hand walked past us into the girls’ room.

Jason smiled and walked us back where we were, and helped us into the water. “Go ahead and do your water dancing,” he told Jessica. “That woman won’t bother you now unless she wants the news to call her a racist pig that picks on special needs kids.”

Jessica laughed. “But they aren’t mentally not able,” she told him.

“That lady doesn’t know that, and I just took the cousins to the bathroom so that Valana wouldn’t have to pee her pants, so if the police ask, I will tell them that she needs help.”

Jessica nodded. “Well, she’s not exactly potty trained, so she has some mental problems for sure. We wouldn’t be lying as long as we don’t say it wrong.”

“Exactly,” Jason told her.

Aunt Susan did get to the pool, though she came in her jeans, so she was just watching us to make sure the woman didn’t bother us again.

 

After we were done, Aunt Susan walked us back to the house, and she lightly put a hand on my shoulder as soon as we were in the door, and she asked me. “You need to change your pants, honey. I bet you peed your pants?”

“Um…. Jason took me to the bathroom before I peed that bad,” I told her. “He asked the pool guy that he could take me to the girls’ toilet and said I was handicap or something, and needed help, so he helped me not pee or do the other in my pants.”

“The other?” Aunt Susan looked at me for a moment.

“She had to poop, but I didn’t know it at the time,” Jason told her. “I just saw her dancing around and getting uncomfortable while I was talking to you about that woman, and realized a pee pee dance. So I took her to the toilet. I hope that was okay.”

“Well, normally, it wouldn’t be a good thing, Jason, but it seems she is happy that she didn’t have an accident, and she didn’t poop in the water, so I guess it’s okay this time.”

He nodded.

“Well, I didn’t want that woman to have an excuse to call my cousin dirty on top of the trouble she was causing, so I wasn’t going to let Valana just pee her pants out there and give her that satisfaction,” he told Aunt Susan. “I knew you might get mad at me, but I’d take a spanking any day over making my little cousins get embarrassed.”

“Did Lacey use the toilet then?”

“Yeah, she used it, too.”

“I actually leaked a little bit,” Lacey told Aunt Susan.

“That’s okay,” Aunt Susan hugged her. “You need to go get changed anyway, so Auntie will wash your swimsuits for you both along with all the kids. Lacey, as you don’t need diapers anymore, just go get some clothes on. Auntie needs to take Valana to change her into a diaper now before she gets some clothes on.”

“Can I help Lacey?” Jason asked.

“Well…, ask her, I guess,” Aunt Susan said.

“Yes, please,” Lacey told him. “You promised to protect me, so I want you to come since Auntie is busy with Valana, and I don’t want to be alone.”

He smiled and took Lacey though I wondered why we didn’t just both go to the same room. Lacey’s clothes were in the same room as mine, right? I shrugged it off though, and I followed Aunt Susan to get my diaper on and then she helped me into some blue slacks and a pink top.

Jason did go into the same room, and he easily could have seen me, but he was too busy looking at Lacey. I noticed he kept his attention on her the whole time, and while he might have got glances of me, and I think he did, he never turned his full head at me. He helped Lacey get on a dress that had overall straps and he put that over a purple shirt with a black cat on the front that she likes. Too bad the dress covered her favorite cat-shirt.

When we were both dressed, Aunt Susan turned to Jason.

“Jason, normally, you should just let her pee her pants. She’s not really toilet trained, you know, so it won’t be bad if she just pees her pants, and you really shouldn’t be in the girls’ bathrooms in public.”

“I’m sorry. I just thought she had enough trouble for one day.”

“Did you know she was going to poop?”

“No. I just saw a potty dance, and assumed she was about to pee her pants,” Jason said looking down. “I know I should have just let her, but I just felt like….”

“You wanted to help her because she was already going through some trouble with that troublesome lady?” Aunt Susan asked.

“Well, yeah.”

“I don’t blame you. Actually, the little girl is a little bit scared to tell us, but she can poop in the toilet. If you see her hand move towards her butt, but not touch it because she won’t do that except in private, then that means she has to poop, and she is potty trained for that, so if you see her make that sign, especially after calling your name, I guess you can take her to the toilet if you can be sure no girls are in there when you do.”

He nodded. “But what if there are girls in there?”

“Then send her in with Margaret.”

“No,” Jason said. “Margaret is mean and she’d probably just make her poop her pants anyway. If that is the only choice, then I’ll just let her poop her pants and comfort her while she does so.”

Susan looked at him like she was about to yell at him at first when he said no, but then as he explained, she softened, and nodded. “Well, if she has to go badly enough, and you don’t want her to poop her pants, maybe you can just take her in the boys’. Just be ready to protect her if you do.”

“Oh, I will,” Jason said. “No one picks on my cousins anymore. If they do, I’ll fight them like they’ve never had to fight before.”

I smiled. I really respected Jason. He was so kind, and he was strong, and he was perfect. Too bad he was a cousin and that I potty myself all the time. If I didn’t potty my pants, and he wasn’t a cousin, I might want to date him.

[spark]

Wow!  Between this story and the other story, you have a knack for writing characters that are in pain, and them be saved by a truly loving family.     I'm still trying to figure out what Margaret's motives are.   She seems to be a jerk just because she is a jerk.

[Ishigreensa]

6 hours ago, spark said:

Wow!  Between this story and the other story, you have a knack for writing characters that are in pain, and them be saved by a truly loving family.     I'm still trying to figure out what Margaret's motives are.   She seems to be a jerk just because she is a jerk.

Thank you for your encouragement.  Actually, I had a hard time telling stories before when I used the traditional third person.  You might find a couple of stories on here by me from nearly two years ago or earlier.  One comment I got, was that the characters didn't feel alive.  So I am trying to write as if I am the character, from first person, and it seems to be working better.

[Ishigreensa]

Chapter 8

The Doctor Visit

 

On Monday night, Uncle Scott asked Aunt Susan if she set up a doctor’s appointment for both Lacey and me at dinner, and she nodded.

“I did set up an appointment, but I found out something important about their situation,” Aunt Susan told him. “First of all, Lacey is completely toilet trained, though she does feel like has to ask to go to the bathroom if she’s wearing panties, and if she’s wearing a diaper, she thinks she has to go in her pants. She’s in panties right now.”

Uncle Scott smiled. “That’s a good thing, the kids are at least potty trained.

“Hold on,” Aunt Susan told him. “I said Lacey was potty trained. Valana has other stuff going on that complicates her toilet training.”

“Like?”

“Well, she has to ask to go, too, she thinks, only she’s not allowed to say certain words, and she’s used to being denied to go, and then getting hit for not making it in time, so she has gotten used to secretly wetting herself. She feels safer peeing in her pants than telling people she has to go, and she can’t tell us if she has to, what she calls doing the other, but basically poop. She will use the toilet if we make her poop in the toilet, but the problem is, we have get her to ask us, and she has a hard time doing that.”

He frowned as he heard the explanation. “So, what are we going to do?”

“Well, I still want her checked for other confusing problems that will make toilet training harder for her. I’ll have to teach her to ask us to use the toilet though, and eventually to encourage her to go without permission. So for right now, I’ve just given her permission to just keep wetting her pants until we know what the doctor says.”

He nodded.

“And I’m going to try an experiment with her, because she’s not allowed to say certain words, and because she’s not allowed to draw attention to herself in public, she’s going to make a certain gesture at me after she says my name. If I can get her to consistently do that, then I’ll know if she has to poop, and I’ll take her to the girls’ in public, or at home, she can hold her butt and everyone will know she has to, so whoever sees her holding her butt, can get an adult or even Jason, and one of us can take her.”

“I agree,” Uncle Scott said. “But are you sure you want Jason taking her?”

“Well, Jason took her to the toilet when they went swimming this afternoon. Some lady was being mean to them because she hadn’t seen them at the pool, and so Jason went to call me, and though Valana said she didn’t mean to, Jason said he recognized her doing a potty dance, so he took her so as not to give the woman the satisfaction of seeing his cousin have an accident.”

Uncle Scott nodded.

“I just thought she wanted to pee at first,” Jason explained to Uncle Scott, “but when I got her on the toilet, she apologized and started pooping, so actually, I’m glad I got her there before she started to do that in her pants because she wasn’t wearing a diaper since we were all in swimsuits and she was swimming.”

I looked down the whole time.

“Both me and Valana peed a little bit in our swimsuit before we went potty though because it was hard to hold it long enough.”

Uncle looked at me and Jason.

“I meant, she made it and didn’t poop her pants,” Jason said. “I did see her leak a little bit before I took her, but ignored it. She might have even peed in her swimsuit again on the way back to the pool, but she didn’t poop her pants.”

He nodded.

I looked down ashamed of myself. I admitted. “I can’t really pee in the toilet. I always get nervous even if someone puts me there, and I can’t finish, and I pee my pants.”

Uncle smiled at me. “Well, that’s okay. Your aunt will break you of that nervousness in time, sweetheart. As for our communication for you to tell us you need to, what you call doing the other, that’s what we’ll do so you don’t feel like you’re saying a dirty word.”

“There is one little problem though,” Aunt Susan said. “Lacey is wearing panties, but there are times when she’ll still end up wetting her pants, and Valana is a little bit scared you’ll hit her.”

“Well, I promised I wouldn’t hit you kids,” he told me. “I meant it. While you are in my house, no one is going to raise a belt or anything like that at you. If you have to be spanked, it will only be with a hand, sweetheart.”

I nodded.

“You will not be spanked for wetting or doing the other in your pants, either one of you, and you will not be spanked if you are just telling us you need the potty.”

I looked down. I don’t know how to ask to go potty though. Well, I can hold my hand though now, so Maybe Aunt Susan will take me and I won’t do the other in my pants anymore.

“Mommy,” Jessica suddenly told everyone. “Lacey peed her pants.”

Aunt Susan smiled. “Remember, Jessica, I told you that Lacey isn’t fully potty trained right?”

“You just said she was potty trained to daddy.”

“But I also told him there are certain times she’s scared to ask to go.”

“So she’s scared to ask right now?”

Aunt Susan nodded.

“I’m sorry,” Lacey told her. “I usually don’t have to go at dinner time. I don’t understand why I keep going at dinnertime.”

“It might be the time difference, sweetheart.”

“But you made dinner at seven,” she told my aunt.

“Honey, the time is one hour behind where we live from where you lived. I know it’s confusing because we don’t live that far from you, but our homes are kind of the border of the time zone, and so seven our time is eight your time.”

I looked down. “That’s probably it, little sis. You are used to eating an hour earlier and so your body is used to not going at around six here, but we eat at seven.”

Lacey scratched her head. “I wet my pants.”

“We know,” Aunt Susan told her. “And we’ll clean you up as soon as we can, okay?”

She nodded.

“I’m wet, too,” I admitted to Aunt Susan, but that meant the whole table heard. I knew, somehow, that Uncle Scott was going to be like daddy. He was going to say it wasn’t my fault, and he wasn’t going to take his belt off to hit me.

“You,” he glared at Margaret. “Not one word to your cousins about this problem.”

She shrugged. “I wasn’t going to. I know you think they are more babies than Jessica.”

Uncle Scott sighed. It was as if he felt like Margaret was missing something, and he had no idea how to explain that to her.

“Well, I made the appointment for them for Wednesday, but I don’t have a way to get them there.”

“Yes, you do,” Uncle told my Aunt. “When I get up for work on Wednesday, you get Jason up and have him babysit the children, and then you take me to work. Then you’ll have the car. I’ll take the bus system home so you don’t have to worry about how long it takes while you are out.”

Aunt Susan nodded. “If you work overtime, call me though so I can come and get you.”

He nodded. “Agreed. We need to find out if there is anything that will get in the way of potty training Valana right, and also if anything is causing Lacey trouble.”

Aunt Susan nodded.

I looked down. I hoped I wasn’t causing too much trouble.

 

We went to sleep that night, and I slept comfortably this time. I don’t remember any dreams, but I woke up having to pee really bad. My diaper was dry. I sighed, because I was used to wetting, and no one was there to get us yet, so I started to relax and just pee my pants. Lacey was wearing a diaper to bed because she told Aunt Susan that she wets the bed sometimes. Just before I started to wet, I thought her diaper felt dry, so I checked her putting a finger in her leg hole and seeing if it was dry. It was.

The door opened, and I saw Margaret at the door.

“So, you are really not allowed to say poop, shit, and crap?” she asked me.

I looked down.

“Is your sister allowed to say those words?”

I shrugged.

“Did you wet your pants?”

I kept looking down. I didn’t want to listen to her.

“If you don’t answer me, I’m going to not only check you, but force you to do it again because if you don’t listen to me, remember, Lacey….”

“I wet my pants,” I told her. “I was awake, and I peed in my pants already, so I can’t pee right now.”

She smiled. “Let me see if you peed.”

I pulled back the blankets and sheets and let her see my diaper. “See? I peed my pants.”

At that moment, Aunt Susan came in, and she narrowed her eyes at Margaret.

“What are you doing in here bugging your cousins?” she asked her.

“I was just checking if the girls wet. I just found out that Valana did, and I was about to check Lacey.”

“Well, that’s not your job, little miss. Go wash your hands and get some breakfast before I think you were up to no good.”

She nodded and ran out of the room.

Aunt Susan came over and helped me out of bed. “It’s okay,” she said though she must have noticed there were no leaks last night since Lacey didn’t even wet and I just wet this morning, and it didn’t go out of my diaper.

“Aunt Susan,” Lacey stirred. “Can I go to the potty?”

Aunt Susan smiled and nodding, she reached for Lacey’s hand to take her. I saw Auntie pull Lacey’s diaper back a little bit before she picked her up and carried to the bathroom.

I continued to pee my pants some more. I lied to Margaret about not being able to go some more because I don’t like being watched while I pee my pants. But the truth was, I just drizzled some when she checked, and I was still going to wet myself for a few minutes because it almost never all came out at once. I was too used to wetting carefully on purpose so my body couldn’t really pee all at once anymore.

When Auntie brought Lacey back, she took off her diaper, and it was still dry, and then still kind of treating her like a little girl, she helped her get dressed. Lacey didn’t mind though, and I didn’t either. Lacey was sort of used to people dressing her even before we started staying with Aunt Susan.

Then she turned to me. “You want to change your diaper?” she asked me.

I shook my head no.

“No?” Aunt Susan asked me. “Why not, honey?”

“It’s because she’s not done peeing,” Lacey told her for me.

“Well, if you’re not done peeing,” Aunt Susan told me. “I could take you to the toilet, honey.”

I shook my head.

“Scared to go?”

I nodded.

“Okay. You can just come to breakfast, and I’ll check on you again after breakfast, baby.”

“She’s not allowed to pee her pants at the table,” Lacey reminded us.

“She is allowed to do what she is told, isn’t she?” Aunt Susan tried to reason.

“But only if it’s not wetting her pants at the table. She will be scared if you make her wet at the table.”

Aunt Susan frowned. “Well, how about this, then,” Susan told us. “How about you and your sister play for a little while, and I’ll go get dressed…,” Aunt Susan had on her night gown and a robe. “And when I come back, I’ll check your sister and see if she’s wet enough to be changed?”

We both nodded.

I tried to pee my pants again, to try to hurry it, but it did drizzle for a moment, but then stopped. I was too nervous to pee all at once in case I get caught by the wrong person, especially the dark man from my dreams. The dark man was Lacey’s dad, of course. The daddy she had before our daddy came and hit him for hitting mom and me at the park that day.

Slowly, I peed myself, little by little until I had a soggy diaper on, and then I smiled at Lacey.

“You finished?”

I nodded.

It wasn’t but a few seconds after that, that Aunt Susan appeared at the door, and she looked in at us. “Can I change my little niece now?” she asked me.

I nodded. “I peed my pants, now.”

She took me to Mike’s bed, the one without any blankets but just a plastic to protect the bed, and she took off my wet diaper, and carefully wiped me. I had a growing redness, and she sighed.

“Don’t move, baby.”

She left for a moment bringing back some wet wipes and a tube of medicine. She saw me scratching in an investigating sort of way at my privates, and she gently but firmly took my hand away.

“No, honey,” she said like she was scolding a small child. “You’ll make it worse if you pull that skin off. This will help.”

I let her put the medicine on, and then she powdered me and put a clean diaper on me. “There we are,” she said when she finished getting a clean diaper on me. “Now, get dressed, sweetheart.”

She took Lacey with her probably to the kitchen so I could get dressed by myself. I was glad she put the medicine on me. It didn’t itch as much, and it was a little bit hurting, but it didn’t hurt now.

I put on some jeans and plaid red top.

 

Sometime after breakfast, Jason came into the house, where I was watching television with Aunt Susan, and he asked her:

“My friend’s sister wants to meet Valana and Lacey. Can I take them to their house with me?”

Aunt Susan looked up at him. “I’m not sure if Lacey will use the toilet there.”

“Well, you could put her in a diaper,” he told Aunt Susan. “She’s worn one before. I think they will have fun. It’s that girl I told you about before that doesn’t really have many friends, and she’s Valana’s age. I think Valana and her might get along.”

“Well, you need to watch Valana carefully, and bring a diaper bag, and if you see Lacey acting like she has to pee, I want you to ask her if she wants to use the toilet and encourage her to go since she is potty trained, more or less.”

“I will.”

Then before I knew it, I was holding Lacey’s hand, and Jason was leading us to his friend’s house.

“Don’t worry if you wet, Valana,” he told me. “No one will notice but me. That goes for you, too, Lacey. You can also ask me if you want to go, and I’ll try to keep an eye on you so if you are scared to tell me, I’ll take you if I see you doing a potty dance.”

I frowned. “I don’t want you to take me if I am going to pee.”

“Why not?”

“Because it will tell everyone else she is wetting her pants,” Lacey told him. “Even if you put her on the toilet, she can’t go all the way at one time, and she gets nervous and can’t finish, and then wets her pants anyway. If you let on she has to pee, she’s scared the girl will see and then make fun of her.”

Jason nodded. “Well, you know the secret code with your hand?”

I nodded.

“Just do that so you don’t have to poop your pants, okay?”

I nodded.

 

We were at the house about half an hour walk away, and Jason went to the doorbell and rang it while Lacey and me hung back a little ways.

A boy came to the door. He had yellow blond hair and a big smile. “You brought your little cousins!” he sounded excited. “Ruth is going to be so happy!”

He ducked behind the door and said something to someone, and then he poked his head back around at us, and smiling, he waved us into their house. I was a little bit nervous. It was clean, as if the mom or someone just cleaned it. I saw a tall thin lady with yellow blond hair, and looking down, I mumbled. “Hi.”

She smiled. “Such a precious shy little thing, isn’t she?” she asked my cousin Jason.

He nodded. “Well, she’s had a rough time, so it takes time for her to warm up to adults.”

The woman nodded.

Then, I saw this brown hair girl with some light freckles, come out of another room around the corner, and she was sitting in a wheelchair. Her green eyes looked up at me. She looked at me with a question in her eyes. It looked like she was asking: “Do you want to be friends,” but she looked scared to talk.

I walked over to her, and I could smell her. She had peed her pants, but I didn’t say anything. I knew that was embarrassing. I just squatted down so we were eye level.

“I’m, um… Valana,” I held out my hand.

Ruth smiled up at me. “You… you… you want to play?” she asked.

“Ruth is in fifth grade this year,” Jason told us. “But she’s twelve years old.”

I smiled and nodded. I didn’t care what grade she was in. She was a girl almost my age, and she wanted to play with me. Lacey smiled too. “So she’s only two years older than me?”

Jason nodded.

“She can’t do some of the active things you guys want, when it comes to running,” her brother told us. “But she can play like basketball, if you learn to play it her way.”

My sister and I agreed immediately.

They took us out back, and there were some other wheelchairs out there. The girl started to teach us how she plays basketball, and what is allowed so it was fair. “If you stand up, it’s cheating, and I get a penalty shot,” she told us.

I nodded. “That’s only fair.”

Jason and his friend got in a couple of chairs, and I got in a chair, and Lacey frowned because there wasn’t another one for her.

“You get in my chair,” I told Lacey. “Then I can’t accidentally stand up and cheat.”

She nodded and happily got in my lap.

The basket was set a lot lower, but being trapped in a wheelchair to throw the ball was a lot harder than when you have your legs. I never realized how hard it might be for someone in a wheelchair to try to throw a ball. But Ruth and her brother were very patient, and they taught Lacey and me how to handle the ball for a while before we started to play two on two. Of course, Ruth had her brother on her side, and we had Jason on our side.

We were having so much fun! We played for like an hour or so, and then we went inside, and we played a video game with their game system hooked up to the living room television. Their mom made us some delicious cookies and gave us milk, and then when we were tired of video games, we all went to Ruth’s room, and we started making some bracelets and necklaces with her beads crafting set. She was so willing to share, that she gave Lacey the last of her pink sparkling beads, and Lacey didn’t even ask for them.

I didn’t notice anything until we started to walk home, and that’s when I felt that my pants felt kind of heavy. I pushed my hand under me, and realized I had peed a lot in my diaper, probably throughout the afternoon. Somehow, I completely missed that I peed my pants. It was like a real accident. I’m glad that a certain person is not in charge of us. I would have really gotten it. As it was, Jason saw me feeling my butt, and he asked me.

“Can you hold it?”

“Oh, I already peed my pants,” I whispered to him.

“I’m not worried about that. I thought you were going to do that anyway. I’m talking about you gesturing that you need to do the other.”

“Oh, um,” I blushed. “I wasn’t signaling. I was just realizing I wet and checking if it was wet in back or how heavy it looked. I hope I didn’t embarrass you at your friend’s house.”

“No, little cousin, you didn’t. No one even noticed you were wet, but even if they had noticed, it wouldn’t have bothered me, sweetheart. You have problems, and by now, you probably know that Ruth has her own problems.”

“Yeah, she peed her pants when we first met,” Lacey told him.

“I didn’t notice that.”

“Well, I did. But it’s okay. I don’t care about that. I just hope we get to play with them again.”

“You liked her, then?”

We both nodded. “She was so much fun to play with,” I told Jason. “And she was nice, too. She gave Lacey her last few sparkling pink beads for her necklace, see? I told Lacey that it would be rude to take it, but then she said it would be rude to not take it since she was offering it.”

I wasn’t sure what was right when she said it that way. But I was sure that Jason knew, so I was actually looking up at him wondering if we should have taken it or not.

“Well, you are guests,” he ventured to tell me what was right. “And in some cultures, it can be rude to refuse a gift, so if she was offering it, maybe Ruth thought of it as giving her new friend a gift.”

I nodded.

 

When we got home, Aunt Susan checked both us girls, and Lacey was having so much fun, and probably felt a little scared to ask, so she ended up wetting her diaper. It was kind of a good thing that she decided to put one on Lacey for our visit, because Lacey didn’t get embarrassed and have to explain herself, and Aunt Susan didn’t ask her what happened either. I think she knew what happened, so she never said anything about it.

At dinner, Uncle Scott told Aunt Susan she was going to have her hands full trying to think of everything to tell the doctor, so he turned to Jason.

“Jason, I want you to take your sisters and brother swimming or to the park tomorrow, and maybe make them lunch. When I get back from work, you’ll get some babysitting money.”

Jason smiled.

Margaret frowned, and whined. “I could babysit….”

“You have a lot to prove to us before we let you babysit anyone for awhile,” Aunt Susan told her. “You poured water on your sister’s bed, picked on your little cousins even though you were told they were not potty trained, and you keep trying to embarrass them. That is not someone I’d trust babysitting anyone!”

Uncle Scott nodded siding with Aunt Susan. That is a punishment I was more than okay with. Margaret didn’t get hurt, but she didn’t get something she wanted because she was being mean. I wish they would have told her that she couldn’t do anything like this the other day instead of hitting her, even with just Uncle Scott’s hand. I hated hitting.

We all watched a Disney Movie before bed, and then baths were taken and eventually, Lacey and I were in bed again. I smiled at Lacey and hugging her, I whispered. “Good night.”

She whispered “Good….” but was falling asleep before she said night. I just pulled her closer to me, and we slept.

 

There was no darkness on this night. There were no voices. It was just calm, and I woke up to chirping birds outside my window. The sun cast a warm glow against the brown curtains in the window. Lacey was sleeping next to me, her one arm around me, but she was breathing normally. Everything looked nice, except I did have to pee. I knew I couldn’t go, so I just started drizzling.

After some time, Lacey’s eyes batted open, and she looked up at me. “You think Aunt Susan meant it?” she asked me.

“Meant what?” I asked a little confused.

“That I’m allowed to wake her if I don’t want to wet the bed?”

I frowned. “Well, if you can hold it, it would probably be safer.”

Lacey nodded. “I know, but if I don’t ask, I’m gonna wet the bed.”

I held her close to me and whispered. “Well, she said you could ask her. So, I’ll come with you, and if Uncle Scott looks like he’s getting mad, then I’ll get in the way and so he hits me.”

“No,” Lacey sighed. “I’ll just pee my pants.”

“You don’t have to. Aunt Susan said it was okay….”

“But I don’t want to take a chance of Uncle Scott hitting you. I know you’ll protect me, and I don’t want you to get hit.”

I sighed. “Well, if you can just wait a little bit, she usually comes to look in on us around now?”

Lacey nodded. “I’ll try to wait a minute or however long I can.”

I hugged her, and she peed in her diaper against me, and I kept drizzling on her, but in my diaper. We soon peed our pants, and then there was a shadow at the door, but it wasn’t Aunt Susan. It was Margaret.

“Hey, Valana,” Margaret smiled at us. “I was just wondering why you aren’t down in the kitchen with my brothers and sister.”

“We’re waiting for Aunt Susan.”

“Because you both peed the bed again?”

“Maybe,” I said to her not really wanting to tell her one way or the other.

“Well, my mom took dad to work this morning. Remember? He needs the car to take you and Lacey to see a doctor.”

I nodded now remembering. “I guess we’ll just wait here until she gets back then.”

“You don’t gotta do that. Just come down and have breakfast. If you’re wet, you’re wet, or you could have my older brother change you.”

I blushed. I had been taken potty by Jason once, but it was sort of strange to even use the bathroom in front of him, let alone let him change me.

Lacey nodded. “He can change me. He did it before.”

Margaret smiled. “So you did wet the bed, then. I thought you were toilet trained.”

“She is,” I said getting out bed so I could make sure to stay between my sister and Margaret. “She just had an accident because… she just did.”

“Well, if she just had an accident, then that makes it seem like she isn’t fully toilet trained.”

“Maybe she just wets the bed. You are too much. Why do you care if she wets or poops her pants anyway?” I had my hand on my hip.

“Well, I don’t really care, I guess,” Margaret said. “But you two ruined everything.”

“What do you mean, we ruined everything?”

“We had to go pick you two up, and that made it so I missed doing something fun with my friends during those two days, and then you caused me to get in trouble when I got back, so I couldn’t see my friends for two more days, and then you pretend to be babies and need diapers, and now, Lacey doesn’t use them in the day, and all this, to keep ruining my plans.”

I didn’t really feel sorry for her. If she had not made Lacey poop her pants that first time, and if she would leave Lacey alone, then I might have felt differently, but as far as I could see it, her ruining her time was basically her fault.

“Did you wet the bed, Lacey? Did you wet in your sleep?”

Lacey looked down.

“She wet on the bed,” I told Margaret trying to keep from addressing if Lacey was awake or not so we wouldn’t be lying. “I told you, she has accidents, and so I don’t care if you think Lacey or I am toilet trained or not. I just want you to leave my sister alone.”

“You are such a good big sister,” Margaret was saying it in a way that I knew she was being sarcastic. “Don’t hurt my little sister, boohoo. You know, my mom and dad are not going to hit her if she wets herself, and they won’t even do it if she poops her pants on purpose. So it’s not going to hurt her if I get her to wet her pants on purpose.”

“Well, she doesn’t want to do that, and I’m not letting you do that to her.”

“Yeah, because you are such a perfect big sister,” she again used a fake exaggerated voice, that I knew she was mocking me, but I didn’t care.

“You need to leave our room,” I told her.

“It’s not your room,” she told me. “This room happens to be my brothers’ room, and you are lucky they are even letting you pee on their beds. If Jessica was wetting the bed, I doubt Mike would let her sleep in his bed, but here he is, letting Lacey sleep in it, only she doesn’t even want to. She sleeps by her big pants wetting sister instead.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I know. So, what?”

Margaret shook her head, but before she thought of something else to say, the door opened wider, and Jason was staring at me. Well, he wasn’t staring, actually. I was just really embarrassed because he saw me in a night shirt that didn’t cover my soaked diaper.

“Margaret, leave my room,” Jason told her. “You know you aren’t allowed in here unless I’m in here.”

“But perfect little babies Valana and Lacey are,” she mocked at him.

“They aren’t babies. And right now, that’s the main reason you are not allowed in here.”

He walked over to me, and put an arm on my shoulder. “Mom took dad to work. How is your diaper? Want to get changed, little cousin?”

I shook my head. “I want Aunt Susan to do it.”

“That’s okay. I thought you might say that, so why don’t you go get some breakfast? If you want, you can put your sweatpants on over your diaper so it is covered up.”

“Jason?” Lacey called to him blushing a little bit.

“Yes, Lacey?”

“Can you change me? I accidentally wet my pants while I was waiting for your mom to come and get us. I want to wear panties now, but I don’t want to take the diaper off by myself because no one told me I could.”

He nodded and looked at me. “Well, it’s up to your big sister,” he told Lacey. “Valana is protecting you like any good big sister, and so I should ask her if I can change your pants for you.”

“Please, Valana?”

I thought about it a moment, but Jason had already seen both of us naked and he had changed her the night before. I shrugged. “I guess Jason can change you if you are okay with it. But I want to be right at Lacey’s side, and if I don’t like something, you stop?”

Jason nodded. “Of course. I would never want to touch you in a way that scares you, and that goes for your need to protect your little sister.”

I smiled and I let Jason change her. He was really nice about it, and after he pulled her diaper off, he made her wait a few extra minutes though she wanted to get going right then, but he wanted to put some powder on her, and he wanted to make sure she didn’t need rash cream. She didn’t.

Once he had gotten her diaper off her, and pointed at the drawer with her panties, he came over to me, and sat on the bed next to me.

“I really don’t blame you not wanting me to change you, but if you still have a rash, and if it’s bad, you shouldn’t be in a wet diaper any longer than you have to be, and I promise not to hurt you.”

I sighed. “Okay, you can change me.”

 

We were in the living room, biding some time, watching television until it was time for aunt to take Lacey and me to the doctor. It was then that Margaret came in, and she put her hand on Lacey’s butt causing my little sister to jump. I jumped up and ran over to my sister who started to cry.

“What are you doing?” I yelled at her.

“Checking to see if your sister peed her diaper.”

“She’s not wearing a …,” but before we could get into a heated debate, Aunt Susan cut us both off.

“Margaret! Get over here!”

I hoped she wasn’t going to get hit, but I was mad that she startled Lacey. I held Lacey in my arms, and she shivered and looked up at me.

“Why she put her hand on my butt?” she asked me though her tears.

“She’s just being Margaret,” I whispered to her. “I think she’s just mad at us.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Lacey. But she seems to always be trying to make trouble for us. Maybe it’s because this year isn’t like last year or something.”

Lacey looked down.

“Margaret, tell me, why do you keep picking on your cousins?” Aunt Susan demanded.

“Because they pee their pants all the time, and even if they poop their pants, you just baby them. I am sure that if even Jessica had an accident and wet herself, you’d spank her.”

“Honey, you have to know that’s not true. If she had an accident, I’d ask her what happened first, and then if it kept happening and she couldn’t explain, the next thing I’d do is take her to see a doctor. No one would just spank her for wetting herself out of the blue.”

“You haven’t even spanked them once since they got here. I think you love them more than me, and daddy is always picking Valana up as if she is a little girl, but he hasn’t even hugged me since they got here.”

“Honey, he’s hugged you.”

“No. He hasn’t, mom. And you are always mad at me.”

“You keep being mean to people, sweetheart. I’m mad because you are being mean not only to your cousins, but your little sister, too.”

Margaret looked down. “You don’t love me.”

Aunt Susan took Margaret by the hand and led her over to her chair, and then helped her into her lap. As she patted her daughter on the thighs, she tried to explain to her.

“Margaret, your cousins have been through some terrible torture. I don’t want to go into details because it will scare you as to how much torture they’ve endured, especially the elder one.”

“She’s making it up, mom,” Margaret said with a sigh.

“Honey, she hasn’t told me anything before I discovered it on my own. Do you really think she’d just sit there and pee her pants in front of everyone, knowing that it cost her her friends at school, knowing she got hit when she was little, and knowing that she feels like she’s going to get hit at any moment every time she gets caught wetting her pants?”

“But I think she’s just making it up, to get you to pay attention to her.”

“Honey, it’s not natural for a girl…,” and then suddenly, Aunt Susan moved Margaret off her lap and I saw Margaret peeing her pants.

I ran over, and got between them as fast as I could. “Don’t hit her! It as an accident,” I looked up at Aunt Susan. “You can hit me. It was my fault. I keep peeing my pants! She’s just copying me. I’m the one that made her pee her pants! Don’t hit her!”

Aunt Susan reached around me, and lifting Margaret a few inches from the floor, help her to stand in front of her pushing me a bit to the side, but gently, and she hugged her daughter.

“No one is hitting anyone,” Aunt Susan told me. Then she looked at Margaret.

“Why?” she asked her.

“Because Valana pees her pants, and you hug her. Lacey pees her pants, and you pick her up and hold her and tell her it’s okay. I wanted to know if you loved me, too.”

Susan reached down, pulled Margaret up and into her lap as she sat, and let Margaret sit in her lap, even though Margaret was wearing panties and so had on soaking wet jeans. She put her arms around her again, and patted her wet lap.

“Baby, mommy loves you. You don’t need to pee your pants for attention, sweetheart. I don’t know what you are thinking, but I don’t love your cousins more than I love you. I love each of you in your own special way, and you are my daughter, sweetheart. Jessica is my baby. Jason is my young man and very good special helper, and Mike is my little engineer.”

I smiled when I saw that Aunt Susan was holding Margaret gently and trying to explain that she loved her.

“I don’t believe you,” Margaret was crying a little bit. “You let Valana wear diapers and pee her pants all the time. You baby her every time she pees her pants, and daddy is always holding her and telling her it’s okay. But I’m sure if I peed even half as many times as she did, you’d get really mad.”

“Honey, if there is a reason for you to wet your pants, and I knew it was something you were struggling with….”

“But I am struggling, mom! I see you and dad babying the cousins, dad still holds Jessica in his lap, too, when we are watching television at night, and Mike and Jason are still called by their… um… they know they are special, and I am just sitting all alone and thinking… maybe I should start pottying my pants on purpose to get some attention, but then I think I’ll get in trouble.”

Aunt Susan shook her head. “Honey, you wouldn’t get in trouble from me if you wet your pants, and I’d talk to your dad if you really felt like you had to do that, but you don’t, honey. We love you. I’m sorry you felt like this lately. But you’ve been being mean to your cousins since we picked them up.”

“Because I knew it would be like last summer, only that time, I only had to put up with it for a week. I wanted to get them in trouble going to the toilet in their pants first thing so I’d know if you really were treating them different from me.”

Aunt Susan sighed. “I had to treat them different, honey. At first, I thought their mother didn’t potty train them correctly, but it turns out things are worse than that. Their mother may have been abused herself, even.”

“But…, you still let Valana pee her pants, and you don’t even scold her to use the toilet.”

“Honey, I don’t want to scare her. She’s been through a lot, and taking her to the doctor is the first step because I do plan to try to potty train her.”

“I want to see if you really love me,” Margaret looked down.

“Well, I’m trying to tell you that I do.”

“I can’t believe it right now.”

“Well, what do you want me to do, be mean to your cousins and abuse them some more when they’ve already been hurt so much?”

“No.”

“Well, what do you want me to do to prove it.”

“Let me pee my pants today and take care of me like if I’m Lacey,” Margaret looked down blushing.

“Honey, I don’t think you are going to like peeing your pants. It’s gross and it makes you feel bad.”

Margaret nodded. “I know. I can feel that right now, but you holding me kind of makes it worth it.”

Aunt Susan sighed. “I want you go over and apologize to Lacey for making her poop her pants in the car, for scaring her and being mean to her all this time, and then promise Valana you won’t be mean to her the rest of the summer, and then I’ll take you upstairs and put you in a diaper and treat you like I started to treat Lacey, thinking she wasn’t potty trained. Alright?”

Margaret nodded. “Alright.”

She came over to Lacey, and she whispered in her ear and hugged her. Lacey hugged her back. “And I promise I won’t make you poop your pants anymore,” she told her out loud. That made Lacey smile and she hugged her again on her own.

Margaret then came over to me, and she whispered to me. “I’m sorry. I am still not sure if you pee on purpose or not, but even if you do, I’m sorry I kept threatening your sister on you and making you upset.”

I hugged her, and then she said out loud. “And I won’t make either of you poop your pants anymore, or try to get you in trouble even if I think you wet on purpose.”

I smiled and nodded, and then Margaret went over to her mom and Aunt Susan took her upstairs.

“Lacey,” I called her to me. “Margaret is a little scared her mommy doesn’t like her, so we have to be patient,” I told her not caring the boys were listening. “She’s going to pee her pants on purpose, but I don’t want you being mean to her. I know she was mean to us, and it’s unfair, but I think if she sees that we are not mean to her for acting like a baby, then she might not be as mean to us for acting like babies.”

Lacey nodded. “Is she gonna poop her pants, too?”

“I don’t know, Lacey. But if she does or she doesn’t, I don’t want you telling on her or making trouble for her. If I feel she needs a change and she isn’t asking, I’ll ask Aunt Susan to maybe pick her up to hint that she needs to be checked.”

“Okay.”

 

Margaret came back down with Aunt Susan in a skirt instead of jeans, and I couldn’t see what was under the skirt because I didn’t want to look, and I hoped she’d realize I wasn’t going to try to make her uncomfortable on purpose. Then, Aunt Susan told Jason there was a change of plans.

“I’m taking Margaret with us because I don’t want her peeing her pants at the pool and having her friends see it. And please, Jason, Mike, and Jessica, not a word about your sister’s issues to anyone outside this room and your dad.”

Jason nodded. “I won’t mom. I hated the way Margaret was being with people, but I wouldn’t cause her to lose her friends over it.”

“Yeah,” said Mike. “Besides, there are more interesting things to talk about with my friends other than if Margaret wants to wear diapers or pee her pants on purpose. If that’s what she needs to be nice, then whatever. I want to talk to my friends about how to build something…,” and he got a dreamy look in his eye like he was daydreaming.

“I won’t,” Jessica said. “But she better not pour water on my bed again or try to make me look like I wet just because I won’t want to do what she says when she’s trying to be mean to Lacey.”

 

The three of us sat in the way back because that seat was the longest and it let all us girls sit together. I sat between Margaret and Lacey, because even if I found out what was bugging Margaret, I was still scared to trust her to sit right next to Lacey. Lacey had panties on, and it wouldn’t be hard to make it look like Lacey peed her pants if she had a mind to try that.

We got to the small round building that was the doctor’s office, and Aunt brought us in, and went to the front.

“Excuse me,” Aunt Susan told the receptionist. “I don’t know what the procedures are, but I know you are going to want a sample. Can I get the cups for both my nieces right away. They can’t hold it when they have to pee, and I want to make sure we get the samples if possible as soon as they tell me they gotta go.”

“Well, normally, we need paperwork done first.”

“Look, if they end up having to go while we are waiting for you to put them in your computer, they will likely end up going in their pants before you get your samples.”

“I’ll have to ask someone.”

“Go ahead. I’m not leaving until I know what you want to have happen. And if one of my nieces wets her pants while you are getting permission, just know it’s not anyone’s fault. She really has trouble making it to the toilet.”

“Which one?”

“The older one nearly always wets herself, and the younger one can make it if she isn’t forced to wait too long.”

“I’ll be right back.”

We waited a little bit, but I didn’t feel like I had to just now. Lacey didn’t say anything yet, either.

“I’m sorry, but we do need the information first,” the lady told my aunt. “If she can’t make it, you can take your younger daughter to the toilet and we’ll get her sample another time. The older one just wets herself anyway?”

“Yes, she normally can’t stop herself wetting, though it comes out in small waves, so it is possible to get you a sample even while she is in the middle of wetting her diaper.”

“Oh, okay. Well, try to ask the older one to hold on as long as she can since she doesn’t usually get to the toilet anyway and you say she’s wearing a diaper. But if the little one can’t wait, then she can either wet her pants or go to the toilet if we aren’t ready yet. We can try to get a sample from her later.”

Aunt Susan looked at me, and I pulled her over where no one else was.

“I can try not to pee myself on purpose, but if I do, and it gets too much, it will just pee all at once, and I won’t be able to stop flooding my diaper, and it will probably go all over my pants and all over the floor,” I told her blushing. “I usually go on purpose because if I control it, I can pee the diaper little by little, so it doesn’t leak as bad.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You can pee on purpose if you want. I won’t mind either way, but they will need a sample, so if you can’t get them enough to the line they want, you might have to try again later.”

I nodded.

We sat there, waiting, and eventually they called us up to get our cups. I still didn’t have to pee. Lacey wasn’t wet, and she wasn’t asking to go yet either.

“I may have underestimated how long it would take them to need to go,” Aunt Susan told the receptionist. “Is there some place they can get some water to try to fill up?”

The receptionist pointed at a water cooler, and my aunt nodded taking us to get a cup of water, and she gave one to Margaret too, even though Margaret wasn’t here to see the doctor.

Margaret smiled when Aunt Susan gave her a cup too.

Luckily, Lacey got into the bathroom and peed in the cup before she wet her pants, and I started to leak, and got into the bathroom, and filled up the cup, though it took me forever because of my body always turning on and turning off even when I’m on the toilet. After I peed enough in the cup, I suddenly felt poop coming out, and I pooped in the toilet. I was glad I pooped in the toilet this time and didn’t have to try to tell my aunt I had to go.

When I finally came out, I saw Margaret leaning on my aunt, and my aunt patting her shoulder and whispering to her. Then I saw her hands were down at her legs, and I realized that look because that’s the look I probably had when I first peed my pants in middle school that first time. I smiled and walked over and sat next to Margaret on the other side, and I patted her back. I wanted her to know that I realized what she did, and I wasn’t going to be mean to her.

They took us back eventually, and I wanted Aunt to come with me, so of course both my sister and Margaret came back because they were all not of age, and my aunt was my guardian, so she had to be there with me if I was scared, and I sort of was.

They took my pants and shirt off so I had on just a diaper and a bra, and they removed my sister’s clothes so she had on just an undershirt and a pair of sort of yellowed panties. I guess she didn’t completely make it. Margaret didn’t say anything though, and no one else did either.

Then they took us to one room, where a doctor explained what will happen. After that, we were sort of separated, and my aunt couldn’t be in the room for some of the tests they did.

We were at the clinic for a long time, I think more than four hours. I felt a little sorry for Margaret being stuck there with us instead of swimming. Maybe she should have asked to wet her pants after we came back from the appointment. I didn’t tell her that though because it might be mean.

Then, we sat out in the waiting room for another, I don’t know, but I think it felt like about two hours. I peed myself again while I was waiting. The tests took a long time too. I bet we were there for over six hours.

Lacey whispered to Aunt Susan. “Can I go over there?” and she pointed at the open toilet door.

Aunt Susan nodded at her, and she went to the bathroom while I just peed in my diaper like I always do.

 

We were finally on the way back home, and I wasn’t sure, but Aunt Susan seemed a little bit agitated. I don’t know if it was news about our problems, or if it was something else, but she seemed like she was on edge a little bit. Margaret sat in the front seat next to her on the way back, and Lacey and I sat in the seat right behind the front.

“Margaret, the doctors say that they still don’t have all the results from your cousins’ tests,” she talked to her daughter. Maybe Aunt Susan was trying to include her so she would feel like she was loved and that Aunt Susan was trying to talk to her. “But the first few tests they do have results for, I’m not sure if Valana can be potty trained.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. The doctors said that she has a bad infection, and the x-ray showed some possible damage to her bladder that they will probably have to look at again later, and see if there is anyway they can correct it.”

“Did they put a hole in it?” Margaret asked.

“No, honey, but it looks like it is abnormally shaped and a bit smaller than an average one.”

“So, we have to take them back here?”

“Well, they don’t think Lacey is as hurt, and they gave us some medicine because she does have an infection, though it is very light. Valana, though, is very worrying, and I need to call your uncle and let him know.”

“Why didn’t uncle take her to see a doctor?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. But I am going to definitely ask him about that.”

I scooted forwards. “Because my mom was scared to ask him to spend money,” I told her. “He said he wants to take us, but my mom said no. She said if he takes us, and the doctors find nothing, then the money will make him change, and he’ll hit us because we aren’t really his kids. He promised he wouldn’t, but mommy wouldn’t let him take that chance. She said us kids were mistreated badly enough for a failed doctor’s visit. Valana just pees her pants on purpose, okay?”

Aunt Susan frowned. “Your mom really believed my brother would change and start hitting you?”

I looked down. “Lacey’s dad did. That’s what mom said, anyway. I don’t remember because I was like six when he took me to see the doctor, and there was nothing wrong, so I don’t know, but I think that’s when the bad stuff really started. I mean, if you ask mom, that’s what I think she was saying.”

Susan frowned. “Did your mom get hit, too, Valana?”

“Yes. He hit her every time me or Lacey peed our pants, and he hit her sometimes so hard….” I became quiet. I am not sure of my memory now. I didn’t want to say something like that unless I knew it was true my mom did that. I just shook my head.

“He hit her so hard, what?” Aunt Susan tried to pry out of me.

“She sometimes peed,” Lacey suddenly said. I didn’t think Lacey even knew about that.

“Um… I don’t think that’s right,” I nervously said not wanting to make mommy look worse to Aunt Susan than she already thought of her.

Aunt Susan frowned. “Okay, now that makes sense,” she said as she somehow looked as though she remembered something. “Well, no one is going to hit you or your mom ever again,” Aunt Susan told us.

Margaret looked back at us her eyes as wide as dinner plates. “Your mom was caused to wet her pants?”

Lacey nodded. “He hit her right in the stomach, right here, and she showed on herself, and after like three or four times, right there, mom peed her pants.”

Margaret gasped. “Didn’t she even try to block?”

I looked down. She was blocking. “She was scared of getting hit in the face and the chest, so she left her stomach open, and he hit her there because it was the only open place.” I definitely remembered now. Mom did sometimes pee when Lacey’s dad hit her. Sometimes, she even had a few accidents when he didn’t hit her, but I wasn’t going to talk about that, and thankfully, Lacey didn’t bring that up.

“I think your mom better see a doctor, too,” Aunt Susan said. “You girls might not have noticed anything, but if he damaged Valana like that, then he could have hurt your mom, too. I’ll tell my brother to get her checked and I’m sorry, but I’m going to tell him to check on her to see if she’s wet herself, Valana.”

“What? She doesn’t do that anymore,” I whimpered.

“Honey, I’m not saying this to be mean to your mom. I now realize I had been wrong about her for a very long time, and if that man hit you like this, I’m worried he hit your mom worse and while peeing your pants can be very inconvenient and embarrassing, if he hurt her worse, it could cause her to die.”

“But she hasn’t died,” I pleaded. “And it’s been about three years since we saw that man. He hasn’t hit her, so she’s okay. Don’t tell daddy she wets her pants!”

“Aunt Susan,” Lacey spoke up. “She doesn’t wet her pants, I promise.”

“It’s okay, babies. Your daddy will not hit her if she does, and if she doesn’t, then the doctor won’t see anything that would cause it. She still needs to see a doctor, girls. There are big problems with Valana, and Valana, you might need surgery.”

Now, I understood the thing that had Aunt on pins and needles. I knew surgery was a big thing, and that you can die from stuff that makes it necessary. I started to get tears in my eyes.

Aunt Susan had to pull the car over at a parking lot because she was crying too much to see the road.

“Margaret, your cousin’s kidneys are damaged,” she told us all. “And I said bladder, but it wasn’t really so much that her bladder is oddly shaped. It’s that I’m afraid that one of her kidneys might have other issues. I think someone has caused her to drink or eat something not good for her.”

Margaret’s eyes got wide. “Like poison?”

“I don’t know. Valana, did that man make you drink any alcohol when you were a little kid?”

I looked down thinking. I don’t think I’d have known if he did. I don’t think I knew what alcohol was, and even if I did, I still don’t really know what it tastes like since no one has said: this is beer, take a taste.

“I don’t think so,” I told her.

“Well, the kidneys are supposed to flush out poisons in your blood, but some kinds of things can damage them from inside, and alcohol is one of those things that can hurt your kidneys if you drink a lot.”

“I ‘member sometimes, Valana looked strange and didn’t walk right,” Lacey told our Aunt. “And I ‘member she didn’t talk right sometimes. She made strange sounds and she got sick, too. I saw television, and if you get drunk, that happens, right?”

Aunt Susan frowned. “When did you see this, sweetheart?”

“I don’t remember. It was a long time ago. Before our daddy was around.”

I didn’t remember that though.

“Okay, well, I’ll be talking to your mom and dad tonight, if I can get through to them.”

We both looked down.

 

“She has a black eye,” I heard the voices again. I was in the dark. I knew that somehow I was sleeping or daydreaming or something. I knew I’d see the dark figure again. The face I so desperately hid from myself, but I knew to be Lacey’s real biological dad.

“This will help with the pain.”

“You can’t give her that! She’s a little kid!”

“Trust me, it works wonders on pain. Do you want her to suffer?”

“No?”

“Then get out of my way before I get mad!”

I can’t remember the taste. I can’t remember how much he gave me, but I was drinking from a big glass. I can’t see the brand of medicine he was giving me. It wasn’t normal medicine. Normal medicine was usually little pills or it was only a spoon of liquid. This was a big glass of liquid, and it I am not sure. Did I drink more than one? I don’t remember. I just remember I peed my pants after drinking it.

 

We were finally home, and Aunt Susan was talking on the phone. Margaret took me to the living room, and she went up and brought down some crayons and a coloring book she had. She looked at me for a minute, and then she ran back up and went into Jessica’s room, and came back with her dolls, and put them around Lacey.

Lacey looked up at her. “I don’t think I’m supposed to. Jessica didn’t tell me I could.”

“I’m telling you that you can,” Margaret told her. “And I’ll tell mom as soon as she is off the phone that I, myself, went to get you two something to do. I never knew that your mom peed her pants. I can’t imagine a daddy doing that, even if you are only the sister of his child, that still makes you his child.”

I looked down.

“And Mom is right, peeing my pants is gross and embarrassing. I don’t like it.”

“You can take it off,” I told her.

“Oh? And can you just take yours off, and not wet yourself anytime you want?”

I looked down.

“I told mom I’d wet my pants all day, and I’m going to. I want to be babied by her, but…. I don’t think you do it on purpose anymore. I don’t think you are faking.”