Sisterly Love (NOT MY STORY- WRITTEN BY URSON, FOUND FROM DIAPER STORY ARCHIVE)

Chapter 12

Gloria Thompson was exhausted. The trip had drained her reserves, both physically and mentally. Adding on to that, what she had been told about the goings on at home, it wore on her heavily. It was almost ten o'clock when the cab pulled up into the driveway of her house. Once the driver had helped her with her luggage, she tipped him and wearily walked up to the door. As she reached for the knob of the front door, it opened. Standing there was her mother, a sad look on her aging face. Mrs. Cauldwell helped her daughter move her luggage into the house and sat her down in a recliner chair. She went into the kitchen and returned with a cup of tea.

"Drink this honey, it's a relaxing blend. It should help you calm down before you have to deal with your daughter." Her mother said, handing her the cup

"Mom, I don't know where I went wrong. Lydia's been a handful, but she's never done anything this bad before. I just don't know what to do with her. Mrs. Thompson said, trying to hold back the tears

"I know it's been hard since Ben's death, but that girl... She's been walking all over you, and poor Carrie has been taking the brunt of it." Mrs. Cauldwell tried to keep her anger in check

"Where is Carrie? Sleeping I hope. She's been through enough this weekend. I'll make it up to her. I don't have to start this new job for a couple of weeks, so I'll have more time to spend with the girls."

"I think Carrie's up in her room. After I got here, I sent her up to her room to remove the baby things that those girls put on her. When I went up to check on her, I found her asleep, still dressed in the diaper and baby clothes. The strange thing was, when I pulled her out of the stroller, I could've sworn that the diaper was dry, but when I woke her up, it was soaked."

"Oh Gods! I hope she hasn't started wetting the bed again." Mrs. Thompson looked very concerned.

Mrs. Thompson took one last sip of the tea and got up from the recliner.

"You go home Mom, I'll go deal with the girls. Where did you put Gabriella and Lydia?"

"That Gabby girl, is in the playpen, in your den. Lydia is up in your room. I'm guessing that they are either both asleep or too embarrassed to make any noise. I put them both in a diaper because I wanted them to see how it felt." Mrs. Cauldwell grinned

"Very appropriate Mom. I'll take it from here. Thanks for watching things here. It's a good thing you stopped by when you did."

"It wasn't an accident that I happened to stop by. One of Carrie's friends called me and told me what was going on over here. That girl deserves a medal for being such a good friend."

"One of Carrie's friends? Who?"

"I think she said he name was Elk? Strange name for a girl, but I've seen stranger."

"Elkvyll? Ahh, that makes sense. I'm going to have to give that girl a reward, once I deal with Lydia and Gabriella."

Gloria waved goodbye as her mother drove off, then turned back into the house and slowly made her way up to her bedroom, to confront her daughter. The door to her room was shut, and it was quiet. She slowly opened the door. Lydia was asleep, lying on her bed, with nothing on but a tee shirt, and a pair of panties, under which she could see the diaper. The pacifier that her mother had put in the girl's mouth was still there. Gloria looked at her oldest daughter and sighed. "If only they could stay little forever." She thought to herself

She carefully shut the door, then moved to Carrie's room. There was a light under the door and when she opened it, she found her youngest daughter curled up in a ball on her bed, whimpering.