SubscribeStar Story: The Road Trip, Part 41

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Part 41

I knew the rules.

Kate’s rules, that she had only explained to me after I had put the pacifier in for the first time a few hours ago. I had to actually suck on the thing, according to her. And also, as long as I was doing so, I wasn’t allowed to talk. Maybe that I couldn’t take out the babyish accessory myself, but I didn’t know for sure if she considered that a ‘rule’ or just something she decided to add on after I had already accepted the first conditions.

One way or another, the no-talking part of it meant that I couldn’t exactly answer her little quiz. Instead, I simply nodded.

“Good girl,” Kate giggled, “Now, suck on your pacifier, Annie. I need to finish cleaning up your mess. Are you going to behave for me?”

I reluctantly nodded, awkwardly shifting my lips on the pacifier while she was looking right at me.

“And are you nineteen years old?”

Blushing, I gave a little shake of my head.

“That’s right.” My younger sister, or ‘older sister,’ took a moment to pull on a fresh pair of gloves. “You’re twelve. My little sister. Still in middle school, still needs diapers.” How many times had we gone over this? At some level, I knew she was trying to condition me, but that didn’t stop it from slightly working. Every time I was hit with her words, the easier they were to take. It’s not that I believed them, but there was an awkward acceptance of the false reality that came with no longer flinching or cringing at the embarrassing definitions.

I told myself I was just getting numb to what she was saying, but it wasn’t quite that. If anything, the constantly demeaning words and tone made me feel like the little girl she was painting me as. And, while I was literally in the middle of a diaper change, that feeling was difficult to shake.

Still blushing, I gave her another tiny nod. It was just a role. Just a role. That I was apparently playing for a week, thanks to the reputation destroying–no, life destroying–pictures she had of me. Although it’s not like she was actually blackmailing me. I just knew she had the pictures, and that knowledge was daunting enough to make me worry about countless projections that played out in my mind if I tried to get out of this mortifying hole of immaturity I was digging for myself. For all I knew, she was just keeping them for her own amusement. One way or another, their existence made me nervous.

Without another word, Kate got started. Unlike her quick swipes earlier to deal with the main portion of the mess I had somehow willingly sat in for hours before finally dealing with it on my sister’s terms, this round of wiping was a lot more thorough. There was nothing sexual about her touch, yet it was still beyond awkward to feel my own sister’s fingers on my ass. Though there was both a glove and a wipe separating her from actually having her hand on my bare backside, I couldn’t get past how weird it was to have Kate down there. Not only that, but she was going to end up seeing more and more of me the cleaner I was.

To her credit, she didn’t do anything to make the experience worse for me after getting started, aside from smugly humming here and there as she wiped me clean. To some degree, she was probably falling back on her babysitting experience, but she was obviously taking some joy in having it be me that needed such skills from her. Little by little, the coolness on my lower cheeks suggested that she was making progress.

“Ass up, little Annie.”

I did as I was told. When my backside was fully off the changing table, she pulled the diaper out from under me and replaced it with yet another clean one. It took me a moment to process that she was basically using each fresh diaper to ensure that her work didn’t get undone. There was a better way to do it that wasn’t so wasteful, but I’m sure Kate didn’t care. I said I’d pay her back for the purchases she made, after all.

As I balanced on my arms, hovering over the clean padding beneath me, I couldn’t help but blush and nervously suck on the pacifier as Kate continued her process. Before, it was the main surface area of my butt. Now she was venturing towards my crack, giving a few shallow wipes before starting to work deeper on each side. I couldn’t help but slightly whine into the pacifier at the invasion, but Kate was quick to chastise me. Blushing more deeply, I held still for her as she dug deeper and deeper with her fingers.

It was definitely more than I’d do personally after using the bathroom, but I belatedly realized that walking around in full pull-ups would have created more of a mess back there than going normally. After what felt like forever, she had me lower myself back down onto the padding below. Finally, it was time for the worst part.

I couldn’t help but mewl in protest as she began wiping around my most private area. Once again, I was hushed. Her touch was just as careful as before; if anything, it was more delicate as she made a point to wipe away from there in the name of being sanitary. Still, it was Kate.

No doubt sensing my awkwardness, she did the opposite of help. “You really haven’t hit puberty, have you?” she casually asked, while continuing to clean me, “No boobs, no ass, AND no hair down here?”

Because I kept everything waxed below my waist. But thanks to the stupid pacifier, I couldn’t explain. Instead, I just narrowed my eyes.

“It’s okay, sis,” Kate giggled, playing dumb, “You’ll hit puberty soon. Now, keep those legs spread for me.”

I could feel my blush darken at that. It was SO suggestive, and she knew it. Though nothing about her wiping process was inappropriate aside from the fact that it was my sister seeing and touching me like this, just a few simple words cranked the awkwardness to eleven in my mind. And yet, there was nothing I could do but keep myself splayed while she worked. The quickest way to move on was to do the same thing I had been doing this whole time–play along.

Another eternity passed in my eyes, even if it was only so many passes of the wipe in real life. Ever the artist when it came to getting a reaction out of me, Kate finished things up by running one last wipe over my lower lips with just enough pressure to make me twitch and gasp in shock. “Mmm!” I whined through the pacifier. She did not just do that!

“Hush, Annie,” Kate replied. Dismissively as ever, and feigning innocence at the same time, she tossed the last of the wipes in the trash and removed her gloves. “Wait right there. The twins are probably getting impatient by now. We need to hurry, okay? Just be a good girl and we’ll be done in a minute.”

Unfortunately, she was right. And it would be impossible to blame her for what she just did. Even if I could speak, she would simply roll her eyes and say that she was being thorough. In fact, maybe she was and I was overreacting. Plus I wasn’t supposed to complain, or I’d be wearing diapers for an additional week.

Internally sighing, I simply waited for her to get whatever else she had in her bag by the sink and went against my instincts in terms of keeping my legs spread now that I was fully exposed below the waist.

Kate came back over with a few fresh diapers and a few other small containers in her other hand and arm that I couldn’t quite make out. Just like before, she began with, “Ass up, little Annie.”

Following her instructions, I held myself up above the changing table until Kate laid out multiple diapers underneath me this time. After I was allowed to drop back down, the next thing I felt was Kate’s finger shoving its way into my ass. “MMM!!” I yelped and slightly squirmed at the invasion, before clamping down on the pacifier so I could let out a muffled, “Kate!”

“HEY.” Matching my tone, she gave a sharp slap to one of my cheeks, “Hold still, brat! I need to make sure you’re clean.”

“But-”

“No buts!” she fiddled with her small collection of things at the edge of the table, before returning to pinch my ass with a bit of nail, “If you break your pacifier rule again, you’re going to be in serious trouble. Now I’m going to check you again. Are you going to freak out?”

Feeling as vulnerable as ever in my current state, and not at all in the mindset to handle confrontation, I meekly shook my head. We were so close to being done. I could suffer through one last mortifying violation, especially since Kate had a point. Being fully clean was ideal after putting up with all this . . .

Once again, Kate pushed her finger deep into my backside. I tensed up and nervously sucked on the pacifier, glancing away as I willed my body to stay still. It felt SO wrong. And since when was something like that necessary for a diaper change?

There wasn’t time to dwell on it. Just as quickly as she entered, Kate slipped right back out. “There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked, condescendingly, “Now, just one more thing before we get you diapered up.” After using a wipe on her finger just to be safe, Kate picked up a small bottle she brought with her. I should have recognized it right away based on the color, but my not so great vantage point as I remained on my back kept me one step behind my sister as she continued the changing process without any hesitation.

It was baby powder, but she must have bought a travel size version of something. That’s why I didn’t realize what it was until she was popping off the lid. The small puff of white belatedly clued me in, and the vaguely familiar smell confirmed my immediate suspicion. ‘Kate, don’t!’ The words were on the tip of my tongue, but the silicone nipple kept me from blurting them out. That hesitation was enough to remind me of her recent warning to not break the pacifier rules.

Suddenly feeling super limited in terms of options, I simply shook my head with wide eyes. The motion was a little more assertive than when I answered her questions with a nonverbal ‘no,’ and I was once again subjected to the pigtails bouncing around in response to my movements.

There wasn’t time to worry about the immature hairstyle. I did NOT need baby powder!

Kate seemed to disagree.

“This is for your own good, Annie.” With her usual little smirk, she tipped the bottle over and gave it a good shake once it was positioned over my crotch.

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