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The Weekend Visit, Part 44
🕑 Added 2024-09-18 01:46:20 +0000 UTCAfter such a long and humiliating day, there was no arguing with Kate. If I hadn’t been able to keep her from walking me downstairs with my diapers blatantly on display, I probably wasn’t going to be able to talk her out of the sleeping pill in her hand. As usual, her ‘logic’ was simple and straightforward, to the point where I would come across as whiny if I pushed back without a good reason.
The more I was tangled up in this ‘little sister’ thing, particularly with all the accidents I had been having, the more difficult it was to claim that I didn’t need XYZ, or she couldn’t do XYZ. If anything, today had only proved that the instinct I had that morning was probably correct–Playing along and not making a fuss was easier, embarrassing as it was in countless instances.
Just one more day, and our parents would be picking us up. They knew that I wasn’t actually twelve years old, and Kate was going to get in SO much trouble for putting me through all this.
Reluctantly taking the pill, followed by the glass of water, I swallowed it while Kate condescendingly explained how this was for my own good, how a growing girl needs her sleep, and that I could hang out more with our cousins tomorrow. I half expected her to make me down the entire glass, with some bullshit excuse like ‘you need to hydrate,’ but she didn’t. Still, I was nervous about wetting the bed anyway, if I was out all night without being able to stir like I normally would if the urge hit me.
While I was glad to avoid drinking more than a mouthful of water before bed, that didn’t mean I was completely off the hook. I turned towards the bed as Kate took the glass, wanting to rip the bandaid off and at least get a little time to myself before the effects of the pill kicked in. “What are you doing, Annie?” she asked, “Oh, right. You’re not used to wearing bras yet. That training bra is just for the day, sis. Here, I can do it for you.”
Before I knew it, she was gripping the hem of the pink tee she had given me after the recent diaper change and lifting it up. “Kate! Wait, just- I can-” There was really no time to assert that I could do it myself. Kate was already pulling the t-shirt past my chest and guiding one of my arms up so she could make more progress. It was more the surprise than anything else that caused me to squirm for a moment, but I ended up lifting my other arm and letting her remove the shirt herself.
She tossed the plain garment aside, then stepped back. “Do you want help with your training bra, too?”
“N-no!” I exclaimed, flushed from both the brief struggle and how I was half naked in two undergarments my young adult self didn’t wear.
“Then get to it, little sis,” she said, crossing her arms, “Come on, it’s already a minute or two past your bedtime.”
This was yet another situation where I really wanted to stand up for myself. Couldn’t Kate just leave, and let me take care of this last step by myself? Unlikely, considering how overbearing she had been recently. That, and she had already seen me fully topless a few times over the weekend, including the mortifying bath she gave me this morning. We were also sisters, and both girls, so there really were no excuses aside from the fact that I was self conscious about my smaller breasts, as well as the fact that I wasn’t used to being directly looked at when undressed.
After the events of the last hour or so, I didn’t have nearly enough resolve to go against what Kate was telling me to do, or my own ‘playing along’ plan that I hadn’t been the best at committing to depending on the circumstance throughout the day. The training bra was the kind that didn’t have a clasp, so I basically had to peel it off like I would have done with my shirt if Kate hadn’t done so herself.
My boobs weren’t really big enough to ‘pop out’ as I lifted the cups up, though I did immediately feel the AC brushing against my bare chest as I bared myself to my sister yet again.
As usual, Kate didn’t shy away from the sight of my nearly naked body, though she also didn’t really stare. If anything, she was probably amused at the situation itself–her older sister, standing there in nothing but diapers.
Taking the childish bra from my hand, she gestured to the bed. “What are you waiting for, Annie?” she asked, “I don’t want you cranky tomorrow.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. As embarrassing as it was to be put to bed at 8 PM, I would much prefer to be under the covers than under the overhead light in my current state. Doing my best to keep some shred of dignity, I primly sat down on the mattress, trying and failing to ignore the awkwardness of the padding between my legs before I did so. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to cover up more, my diapers or my boobs. Naturally, I pulled the covers over both as quickly as I could, where I was immediately told by Kate to lie down.
I would have done so anyway in a minute; now it just looked like I was doing yet another thing because she said so. Once I was settled, Kate fussed over the comforter for a minute before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Do you remember those three things you’re supposed to say, little sis?” she asked.
Maybe? Yes? Flushing slightly, only doing it because I was so close to some much needed solitude. “Umm, my name is Annie. I’m twelve years old and I’m, like, a diapered little brat . . . ” By the end of it, I was blushing more deeply.
“That’s right,” Kate nodded, “Maybe we can change ‘brat’ to something else if you behave all day tomorrow.” Like last night, she leaned down and kissed my forehead. Sitting back up after the patronizing gesture with a hint of a smirk, she said, “Good night, Annie. Close your eyes for me, okay?”
Oh. I completely forgot about how Kate put me to bed last night. Rather than simply turning off the lights and leaving me to eventually drift off, she was going to talk me through my breathing and stick around until I was actually asleep. So much for solitude. If it worked then, it was definitely going to work after a day that had been at least twice as long.
Still in no place to argue, I reluctantly let my eyelids flutter closed. Uncomfortably shifting a bit as I got used to the bulk between my legs in this particular position, I could tell right away when Kate flipped the switch across the room. Actual darkness was a lot more than the partial darkness behind my closed eyes.
I could hear her padding across the room, and it wasn’t long before she was sitting on the edge of the bed again. This time, to coax me into what was almost certainly going to be another deep slumber.
