The Reunion - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Melissa slept harder and deeper than she had in years, after the gauntlet of embarrassment she'd been through the previous day. The whole ordeal with the hypnotist was bad enough... Then, the scavenger hunt had happened, culminating in her confrontation with Karley - had the other girl been lying, or had somebody really been messing with Melissa, sending her after those things? Was it Karley herself? She definitely hadn't hesitated to continue to torment Melissa, diapering her, taking a picture of her, and sending her home without her pants.

Melissa had practically run to her car as she left the store, not wanting anyone driving past to see her, then dived into the front seat. Her shirt was nowhere near long enough to cover her diaper, and with her pants in Karley's possession, she was stuck with either a bulky, pink diaper, or nothing. She stripped out of everything else from the hunt, tossing it all into the bags, then dumping those in the back seat, not willing to get back out of the car to put them in her trunk, or the garbage can.

Of course, her parents and Taylor had to all be home when she got back; why would anything be easy?! She sat in her car for a few minutes, psyching herself up, then made a mad dash to the front door and up to her room, ignoring her mother's shouted, "Welcome home!", although she was comforted by how far away it sounded. Hopefully, everybody else was with her...

The diaper was so huge, she couldn't even throw it away in the tiny trash can in her bedroom, not without taking the whole thing up, and still having some of the pink plastic sticking up from the top. Instead, she jammed it under her bed, thinking she could wake up early and take it, and the bags from her car, to the trash cans outside, or maybe to a trash can outside some store, to get them even further away from her.

Instead, after supper, she fell asleep, even though it wasn't particularly late, and woke up later than usual. She yawned, surprised to see how much sun was streaming through her window already, and stretched, feeling well-rested, at least, until...

She frowned, wriggling slightly. What was going on? She felt something, but, at first, she couldn't place it, and then, she refused to believe it. Maybe she'd had some water or soda before bed and spilled it, though she couldn't remember doing that, and there was no sign of any cups, cans, or bottles. Desperately, she wracked her brain for another explanation... Had she just gotten really sweaty? But her arms and face didn't have that same sensation, it was centered around her crotch, and her legs...

Part of her wanted to stay in bed all day, but if it really was what she feared, that would be disgusting, and she had a feeling Taylor would come prowling up to find out what was going on if she didn't get up and around eventually. Wincing, she peeled her covers back to see, sure enough, a huge wet spot spreading out from her crotch, echoed on her pajamas. The smell that accompanied it verified what had happened.

She had wet the bed. How could that be possible?! She was an adult, not some little kid... And, while she was sure she'd done it when she was a child, she didn't even remember it then. Why had she done it now, of all times?! At least if she'd been at her own place, she could have taken care of it in privacy... Now, she had no idea where Taylor could be lurking.

Unfortunately, the wet spot had spread enough to get onto her sleepshirt as well as her sleep pants, so she'd have to wash both of them. On the bright side, she had brought two pairs of PJs with her, and, since, given her current mood, she wasn't in the mood to actually get dressed, she stripped out of her current pair, drying herself off with the clean parts of her shirt as best she could, and pulled the others on. They had shorts, rather than pants, but otherwise, they'd work just fine.

She tossed her old pajamas onto the center of her bed, then bundled the bedding up, wrapping it around itself so she could pick it up without touching any of the wet parts. She moved it to the floor long enough to flip her mattress over, hiding the wet spot, then picked her stuff back up and creeped over to her door. She didn't hear anything outside, but she find it highly unlikely that she could be that lucky.

Sure enough, almost as soon as she hit the bottom of the steps, Taylor was there. "What are you doing?" she asked nosily.

"I-I'm just doing some laundry," Melissa told her. It wasn't even a lie, but she was grateful that both of her hands were full, or she likely would have started sucking her thumb.

"Really?" Taylor raised an eyebrow. "You hate laundry!"

Melissa shifted her weight, not wanting to stand around debating this, sure that Taylor would notice the faint whiff of ammonia coming from the things she was holding eventually, but not wanting to seem suspicious, either. "Things change as you get older," she shrugged. "I-I just like the feeling of fresh sheets."

"And blankets?" Taylor nodded towards the bundle.

"Y-Yes," Melissa swallowed. "Fresh everything!"

"All right," Taylor shrugged. "Whatever." She started to head upstairs. Melissa caught herself before she could yell out for her sister to stay out of her room... That would only tempt her more, or at least make her wonder why Melissa was being so paranoid.

Still, Melissa quickened her pace to the laundry room, hurriedly shoving everything inside and starting it up before detouring to the bathroom to wash her hands and grab a washcloth so she could return to her room and scrub her mattress, hopefully before it stained. Thankfully, Taylor seemed to have grown tired of teasing her, since the door was still closed, and she let out a sigh of relief as she reached for the doorknob.

Immediately, that sigh turned into a gasp, a thumb instantly popping into her mouth now that her hands weren't so full. There was Taylor, perched carefully on one end of the mattress, flipped back over, with the diaper sitting there beside the wet spot.

"Well, well, well," Taylor smirked. "What do we have here?"

"Wh-why are you in my room?" Melissa squealed, unsure of what else to say, her mind reeling at what she was seeing in front of her. It was bad enough it happened... Now, her little sister knew, too!

"Oh, the door just... opened... when I was walking past," Taylor shrugged. She'd used that excuse countless times when they were kids, and Melissa always begged her parents for a lock on her bedroom door because of it, not that it would have helped her now. "I was just going to peek inside, but then I saw this hiding out under your bed," she poked the diaper, making it crinkle noisily. "Does my little sister need diapers?"

"No!" Melissa shook her head desperately. 

She gasped as Taylor leapt off the bed and across the room, pinning her against the wall, towering over her. "Oh, really? You're a thumbsucking little bedwetter who just happens to have a diaper, and you expect me to believe you don't need them?"

"I-I don't..." Melissa whimpered, feeling smaller than ever next to her sister. 

"Then why do you have a diaper?" Taylor asked.

"I-I had to find one for that stupid scavenger hunt!" she answered, honestly, as far as she knew.

"Why did you wear it?" Taylor pressed. "I saw the tapes, I could tell they'd been used..."

"F-For the hunt!" Melissa insisted. "I-I had to wear it over my clothes, to prove I'd found it..."

"Then why put it under your bed?" Melissa could only shrug at that. "And why did you wet your bed?" 

Melissa really didn't have an answer, other than, "I-I don't know... Maybe I'm sick..."

"Really?" Taylor's eyes lit up. "Well, come on," she grabbed Melissa's hand, dragging her down the hall to the bathroom. "Pull your pants down," she commanded, as she dug through the medicine cabinet.

"Wh-Why?" Melissa gulped, wondering what her sister had in mind now. 

"Don't worry," Taylor waved her concern away, "I'm not going to spank you... Not unless I find out you lied to me. I don't like little liars." She took a break from her search to stare Melissa in the eyes during that, making the girl squirm, before returning to the task at hand. "I'm just... Here we go!" 

She turned again, this time holding a thermometer and a jar of Vaseline. For a moment, Melissa wasn't sure what the connection between the two could be, or why Taylor had spent so long looking for that thermometer when there were several other, smaller, ones she'd skipped past, until the girl dipped one end of the instrument into the lubricant.

Melissa made a break for the door, but Taylor was too quick for her. "It'll only take a second," she cooed, grabbing Melissa again, yanking her over to the toilet, where she sat down, pulling her older sister over her lap. "I thought I asked you to pull your pants down."

"Taylor, stop!" Melissa whined, reaching up towards her shorts; she was too slow, her one hand that wasn't busy in her mouth comforting her brushing against the clothes as they slid down her legs to dangle from her ankles. "Taylor..." Melissa tried to sound threatening, though, in her position, that was very difficult.

Impossible, even, apparently, since Taylor didn't stop. Melissa's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips before she started sucking her thumb even harder as the large, cold, glass bulb was pushed into her backside. "Be still, or this will take even longer!" Taylor berated her, giving her a light slap on her wriggling bottom.

Melissa's cheeks turned bright red. Here she was, an adult, over her little sister's knee, thermometer sticking out of her rear, sucking her thumb, because she'd wet the bed. She would have been sure things couldn't get any worse, if she didn't know there was still a diaper in her room. There was no way Taylor could make her wear that, though... Would she?! The thought made her squirm even more, earning her another smack.

"I'll stay here all day if I need to," Taylor warned.

Melissa whimpered, trying her best to keep still. The thermometer had begun to warm up, but it wasn't getting any smaller. The feeling of the invader made her feel so small and helpless, so humiliated... All she wanted to do was get away from it, and yet, trying to do that just made Taylor remind her of how powerless she was, in comparison to her.

Finally, Taylor plucked the thermometer out, looked at it, then lifted Melissa up off her lap, standing her up in the middle of the bathroom before rising herself, towering over her sister. "You don't look sick, young lady," she shook her head.

"W-Well..." Melissa mumbled. Taylor shook her head, bent down, and grabbed Melissa's sleep shorts and panties, yanking them up her legs a little harder than she really needed to, making Melissa get up on her tiptoes, although even that wasn't enough to escape the wedgie, as Taylor just kept going.

"Come on," Taylor told her, when she finally let go of the clothes. Melissa hesitated, trying to pry her underwear loose, and saw her sister grab a heavy, wooden hairbrush from the medicine cabinet.

"I-I didn't lie!" Melissa squealed. "I-I really don't feel good... I-It's my stomach, so I might not have a fever, but..." Taylor pushed her out the door, leading her back to her bedroom. "T-Taylor, please!" 

Taylor stopped her in front of the bed, then set the hairbrush down on Melissa's desk. "All right, these are coming off!" Taylor chirped cheerfully, yanking down the shorts and panties she'd just pulled up so forcefully. Melissa squeaked, trying to cover herself, still begging her sister to show her mercy too embarrassed to keep track of the other girl, until Taylor shoved her backwards onto the bed.

She landed even softer than she had expected, and with a loud crinkle. She remembered the feeling of the soft padding from the night before, and instantly, she became more docile, her cheeks burning ever hotter at the memory of what she'd been through then, even before the diaper was pulled up between her legs. 

"Taylor..." Melissa whined from behind her thumb.

"We'll be done in a minute," her sister promised, leaning over her and trying to press the tapes into the front of the diaper. Melissa felt a brief spring of hope welling up inside of her when they refused to stick, since they'd been used before... But Taylor turned to her desk and rummaged through it to find a roll of packing tape, likely from when Melissa had moved out years ago. One piece across each tab kept them in place, though that wasn't enough, apparently, and Taylor helped Melissa back to her feet and wound the tape around the entire waistband of the diaper once, twice, three times, ensuring there was no getting out of it easily.

Then, as she set the tape back on the desk, she grabbed the hairbrush. Melissa's eyes watered, and, to her horror, she felt a wet, warm trickle in her pants, and realized she had wet herself from fright, from her little sister! Still, she wasn't sure anyone could blame her... She'd been through more than enough that morning, she didn't deserve a spanking, too!

"T-Taylor, I'm sorry!" she sniffled, tears dripping down her cheeks. Rather than taking Melissa over her knee again, Taylor pushed her back down onto the bed, using the hairbrush on her head instead of her bottom, culminating in pulling her hair into a pair of ponytails.

"I have a very important question for you," Taylor bent down to look Melissa in the eye. "Who is the big sister?"

As much as it hurt to say, at the moment, sitting next to the wet spot on the bed she'd made, in a diaper, sucking her thumb, having just had her temperature taken the old-fashioned way, it almost would have been worse to tell the truth. "Y-You are, Taylor," Melissa mumbled.

"And don't you forget it!" Taylor nodded. "I'm going to keep this nearby... Just in case." She set the hairbrush down on the desk, then scooped up Melissa's car keys. "And as the big sister, I say you will be staying home today."

Melissa gulped, nodded without thinking. Taylor chuckled. "Such a difference from yesterday... Maybe I should have put you in diapers earlier!" She gave the front of Melissa's diaper a pat. 

"Oh!" Melissa gasped. "I-I forgot, I already have a dinner set up tonight with Kimberly!"

"Well, we'll see," Taylor shrugged. "If you can be a good girl, you can go play with your friend."

"B-But I'll need my keys back," Melissa pointed out.

"I'll probably be done with them by then," Taylor grinned, slipping them into her pocket. 

"What?!" Melissa jumped to her feet, although it didn't help much; in fact, with her legs being forced so far apart, she felt ever smaller than ever. "You have your own car, you don't need mine!"

"Yeah, but yours is bigger," Taylor said. "My friends and I are going to the movies, and we'd all like to go in the same car... And if you don't improve your attitude, young lady, you'll be saying goodbye to each one personally before we go! Now, clean up your mess, and I'll make you some nice breakfast, okay?"

It wasn't okay, but Melissa was thoroughly under her sister's thumb now, so she nodded anyway. She retrieved the washcloth she'd brought up what felt like days ago from where she'd dropped it at the sight of the diaper, toddling back to the bathroom to re-wet it, wrinkling her nose as she felt the wetting she'd done herself, soaking into the fluffy bulk between her legs. How long was Taylor going to make her wear this thing?!

As she scrubbed at the wet spot on her mattress, however, her mind replaying the awful events of the past day, she realized she had a more pressing issue... In the backseat of her car, which Taylor's little friends were going to be piling into sometime that day, were those two bags, full of diapers and baby supplies. 

Even if Taylor didn't make her say bye to her friends, dressed like this, there was no way they would be able to miss those. She had to get them out, and then hide them... somewhere... But, looking down at the bulging garment between her legs, she really didn't think she had brought any clothes - and maybe didn't own any, even back home - that could hide all of that. She was either going to have to defy her younger, but much bigger, sister, find a way out of the diaper taped onto her that would let her get it back on later without making it obvious, then sneak out and back in without being caught, or go outside like this, her bright pink diaper blaring like a neon sign under her PJ shirt, just begging one of her neighbors to see it. And, the longer she took to decide, the more likely it would be that they'd be outside, waiting...