#rini

"Oh my god," Lindsey, your big 'sister,' says with the exaggerated drama that only a teen middle can muster, "Is it just me, or does it smell like a nursery in here?"

You roll your eyes at your sister's words. At 26, she's actually three years younger than you, but, for whatever reason, Mommy decided it would be funny to treat her as the older child, letting her lord over you.

Lindsey's gaggle of middle friends--all actually in their mid-20s, big dressed like preppy middle schoolers--giggle at your sister's lame joke.

Lindsey walks up behind you, tickling your sides and kissing your cheek, before speaking again.

"What's up squirt? Wet any good diapers lately?"

You blush deeply, but try to chirp out a protest..

"Liiiiinnnddddsssyyyy," you whine behind your paci, "Stop bein' a meanie!"

Your sister tickles your side again, causing you to let out a flurry of involuntary, childish giggles.

"Stop! Stop, sissy! Stop!" You try and choke out between laughs.

Lindsey's friends are laughing uproariously, loving the little show of power your sister is putting on for them.

"What," your sister says, her tone saccharine sweet, "Is little Rini feeling like a grumpy goose today? Maybe someone needs a nappy change? Or maybe a baba?"

You squirm out of your seat, falling to the floor, and begin kicking your feet as a shield.

Unfortunately for you, your defensive stance puts your clearly well-used diaper on display for all of your sister's friends to see.

Lindsey backs up as her friends laugh uproariously and your pathetic state.

"Fuck, Linds," Amber, your least favorite of your sister's friends says, "You weren't kidding, your sister is fucking pathetic."

The room suddenly grows quiet as everyone turns towards the new speaker.

Unbidden, tears start to pool in your eyes, as the vitriol in the other woman's words feel so much worse than the good natured teasing your sister had just subjected you to.

Amber doesn't seem to notice the mood suddenly change in the room as your sister, face now dark in rage, turns towards her. Instead, the vapid middle continues, assuming the sudden silence means she has taken control of the room.

Amber steps up to the seat you've abandoned, reaches towards the top of the kitchen table, and plucks off the drawing you've been working so hard on for the last few hours.

"I mean, look at this," she says, laughing cruelly as she shows off your drawing to the other girls, "I mean, this looks like an *actual* baby drew it. It's no wonder your parents decided little Rini her was better off wetting her pants than being an actual adult."

As a final sign of disrespect, Amber steps closer, pressing a sneaker clad foot directly between your legs, pressing your soaked padded firmly against your skin.

Tears start to fall down your cheeks in earnest, but a wail doesn't even escape your mouth before, in a blur of pink and purple, your sister tackles your tormentor to the floor.

Two-hours later you're happily swinging your feet under the kitchen chair again, drawing a new brand new pictures.

Your sister's friends are sitting around the table, drinking sodas and chattering away.

Well, most of your sister's friends are.

"Open wide, baaaaaby! Her comes the aiiiiirrplane!"

Amber, now dressed in nothing but a huge big and two of your thickest diapers, scrunches her face up in distaste as Lindsey shovels yet another spoonful of flavorless mush between her lips.

Gruel rolls down the diapered woman's chin as she spits it out, unable to wipe her face clean with her hands cuffed under the highchairs tray.

"Oh, look at the fucking pathetic baby now! Making such an icky mess if herself? Does baby Amber not like her num-nums?"

The other girls, including you giggle as Lindsey throws the obnoxious little's words back at her.

"Linds," she sputters, in a whine reminiscent of yours just hours ago, "Please, stop."

Your sister presses a hand to your former tormentor's diaper, squeezing it ruefully.

"Oh, is the baby grumpy? Maybe she's made a stinky?"

Amber blushes as Lindsey stands, getting close to her 'friend's' ear.

"I sure hope you have, because your not leaving until you apologize to my sister with a messy diaper drooping between your legs."

Your sister's voice is feral, a menacing growl.

"I... I'm sorry, Rini!"

You can't help but beam behind your paci as Lindsey brings her friend to tears, all in the name of protecting you.