"My Sister's Diary"

"Kit!  Can you find my bookbag?" Mel called out for her brother, "The bus comes in 10 minutes!"

"I'm looking for it, Mel," Charlie called back, "I can't find it in the playroom...and I dun wanna go into your room."

"No time, my homework is in there!"

"O-okay," Charlie hollered as he finished looking in the playroom in frustration.  With little time to look before the school bus arrived, he had to move fast - they both were bright cookies and they both hated to miss an assignment.  However, he was very shy about going into his sister's room; of course he's been in there when she tugged him along and played some innocent dress-up.  But this, their dad make sure both didn't wander into each other's room, this was new to him.  His heart pouned with fear as he padded up to her door, that familiar oak door with a cute pink doorsign with "Melanie" on it.  He saw it many times, he saw her slowly tippy-toe into her room but never went in himself.  Slowly the door opened, revealing a room that was more fitting to a five year old...but fit his sister to a tee.

Melanie was the little princess; she loved pink, gowns and cute little skirts and the collection of princess plushies to go with it.  As he stepped across the threshold, the smooth, cool wood floor became a soft sea of fuzzy orchid purple as if he stepped into the flowers.  He gupled a bit after he did, but didn't stop too long as he was in a hurry to get his sister's backpack.  He first dug around in her bed, usually her favorite place to hid things.  He giggled as he didn't see the new sheet set she picked out for her queen-sized toddler bed as he pulled the girly sheets back.  No luck, she was hiding nothing in there.  Next stop was the closet, which looked more like a cave suited for a dragon's hoard.  Charlie dug around in the closet like a burgular for a specific treasure but still didn't come up with anything. Where could she have hide it?  It drove him nuts as he always left his bookbag on the coat hanger just outside his door.  There would be no room for the bag in her toybox so that left her changing table. As he started from the top he dug around, but stopped when he saw a book just peek out from under the changing mat.  Curious, he slowly pulled it out and there it was - he actually found Mel's diary.  

Diaries were sacred to little girls but...it was also her closest thoughts.  Mel was usually very open about her feelings towards her little brother (or as he insisted, baby brother as he was as tall as her now).  She had been pretty shy the last few weeks and not too sociable, not even providing her brother with help during his diapering.  It bugged him alot and he wanted to look in there.  He just wanted to know what was bothering her..just one turn of the little key and...

"Kit! Three minutes!" Mel whined desperately, "Found it yet?"

"N-no!" Charlie whined as he went down the shelves of her changing table.

"Hurry!" Charlie was feeling scared that he'd fail in helping his big sis out.  He could't even find her bag in her changing table and was about to give up when he saw a purple strap sticking out from under the table. A smile turned on his face as he tugged it out and saw the cute motif of Mel's favorite character and started to run to the door.

"Found it sis! Was under your table!" Charlie called as he zipped out of the playroom, through the kitchen to the door.  He was in such a hurry that he stumbled on his dad's foot, almost tripping before his big gentle arms caught his little boy.

"Woah there, kiddo," he smiled, "I know you're helping out, but you have to look before you go."  Charlie blushed a bit- doubly embarassed that he almost tripped on his dad's foot and that he found his sister's diary.  Charlie quickly handed the diary over to Mel as she hugged him really quick.  He was too winded from running to hug her back, focused on getting both his sister and her homework to school on time.  Charlie decided to make it up to her after school with a nice hug.

"See ya later, dad!" The two kits cheered as they made it up to the door of the school bus, waving at him as they climbed aboard.

"Take care, kiddos," their dad answered, waving back.  He couldn't believe they were already 10 and 11, it was barely yesterday when he left their mother.  Those two meant the world to him, he wanted them to growp up happy...sadly that was something his ex didn't have in mind with their realtionship.  It tore him apart that he had to leave her, she just didn't care and wanted him to herself.  Their special needs were the breaking point for him, she didn't want to be part of their lives - she saw them as a burden and the two having special needs was something she didn't want to deal with.  For everyone's fortune, Charlie and Melanie's father put them before their mother; if she didn't want them, he's raise them alone and so far, he was proud of his two kids.  They were both on their way to bright futures and were very capable kits and to see them grow up was a sadness he was happy to bear.

Charlie could barely look at Melanie as they rode to school.  Everytime he tried to take a glance at her he blushed hard and looked away.  His friend just idly giggled and teased him about it, wondering if he had something like cooties.  Charlie didn't notice that Mel was going through the same thing, her friend also shyly noticing her shyness.  Neither of their friends said much even as they hopped off the bus for school.  The school day went on as normal for the two, being attentive students as their minds were widened by their instructors....but at the same time they were both thinking alot about each other and their recent mannerisms.  It baffled the two of them why they were avoiding each other as they've been inseperatable since their dad left their mom.  About the only conversation that took place during the day concerning their social awkwardness came from Charlie's leopard buddy, Kyle.

"Charlie?  Why do you plush each time you look at your big sister?" Kyle asked as he munched on his tacos, sticking his tongue out at the unappealing meat.

"S-she's been ignoring me," Charile mumbled as he slowly ate the taco, finding it as inpalatable as Kyle did, "she usually helps me out at home with chores and stuff."

"Oh?  I think someone's afraid he'll now get cooties from her," Kyle playfully teased.

"It's not cooties," Charlie blushed, "I don't know what it is.  And...I found her dairy."

"Did you swipe it?" Kyle asked.

"No," Charlie sighed in resignation, "Had no time...plus my dad won't let us in each other's rooms alone for long."

"You need to read it sometime," Kyle smirked, "It's fun reading what your sisters write, especially about their 'boyfriends' and their goofiness."

"You think so?" Charile asked, gupling at the thought of actually reading her diary.

"You don't have to tell anyone," Kyle noddled, "Just read it, okay?"  Charlie noddled shyly as they were ushered to empty their trays, then go on to recess.  Recess was the only time of the day Charlie saw Mel, but he was way to embarassed to play with her and just stuck around his friend Kyle playing some basketball before being being surprised by the nurse, who shooed him off to get his mid-day change.  She had many of the same questions Kyle did as with his friend, he didn't know how to answer; Charlie didn't honestly know what to think of what was happening.  Even in math class, he couldn't fully concentrate on his work as he was thinking about Mel.  At least to Charlie's credit, the teacher didn't catch him daydreaming as the bell at the end of the day rang, the two kits hopping up on the same bus as they made their way home.  The ride home was very quiet as Charlie's thoughts were starting to race, he was coming home and he wanted to take up Kyle's advice to peek in his sister's dairy.  But how to read something so private and they were usually both in the playroom together.  He wanted to find out himself without either his sister knowing he was peeking in there or his father because they weren't allowed to be in the other's room alone.  However, an unusual opportunity arose just after they hopped off their bus and as they reached the door, their dad left a note:

"Charlie and Mel,

Looks like I will be at work late today; I have a big project and I will be held up for at least a few hours.  I have supper waiting for you two in the fridge, but first you two have chores.

Charlie, I want you to tidy up the playroom and your nursery. Mel, can you help me tend to the yard?  If you two have homework, please do that first.  I trust in you two to help take care of the house.

And Mel, please go easy on the dessert.  I know there's leftover Mississippi mud but save some for Charlie, okay?

I will be home before you two go to bed so be good kits.

Love ya,

Dad"

"Mel?" Charlie shyly looked at his sister, "Did you bring home any schoolwork?"

"I had a big assignment in science," Mel answered, "But I got it all done, I even helped the teacher since I got it done."

"I didn't bring home any either," Charlie mumbled shyly, "Looks like daddy left us stuff to do so let's go." Melanie giggled shyly as Charlie never called their father "dad" or "father," but "daddy."  But their father didn't care, he found it endearing that Charlie thought of himself as his little boy.  Mel barked at Charlie as he daydreamed a bit, scampering inside to drop off her things so she could take care of the backyard."

"Wake up, Kit!" Melanie barked, "Don't want dad to come home to a messy playroom, do you?"  Charlie shook his head as he entered, carefully locking the door.  Mel almost thought about asking Charlie if he needed a change, but the nurse made sure they were dry for their way home so she didn't bother.  As she zipped out into the yard, Charlie made his way to their nursery, shaking his head in disbelief as Melanie had haphazardily tossed her bookbag onto the floor.  However Charlie groaned a bit as she didn't wait up on him...while the nurse actually took care of Mel, she didn't get to Charlie so he was actually very wet.  Just as he politely hanged their bookbags on the rack, a light bulb went off in his head.  Remembering his leopard friend's words, he decided to change himself in Mel's room.  The two shared the same diaper size...and not to mention the same diaper.  Just thinking of it made Charlie blush, his dad loved to poke a little fun at him for liking the same diapers Melanie wore and wondered if he was her twin sister.  Nonetheless, Charlie took the opportunity as he first close the playroom door, putting up their cute "Do Not Disturb" sign, a little doorsign with the two kits in sleepers dozing off.  Charlie then shyly toddled to Mel's room, slowly opening and entering the room.  His legs were shaking a bit as he made it over to her sturdy oaken changing table, climbing up and wiggling into her changing mat and slowly undid his soggy diaper, tossing it into her princess pail as he started to take care of his diapering.  Just after he lotioned and powdered himself, he reached for one of the thick pink diapers.  As he brought a fresh pair up, he found the little purple tassel of her dairy peeking out and slowly and nervously tugged it out too.  He fidgeted with his tapes a bit as he snuggly diapered himself, then started as Melanie's diary.

"Should I read it?" Charlie thought to himself, "I mean...will she hate me if I knew?"  All the curiosity he had about her diary, which built up all day, reached its climax as he reached for the key.  If he was caught now, he would have been in huge trouble. Grounded.  Spanked.  Perhaps worse.  But the want to know what was on his inseperable playmate and sister's mind meant more to him.  With the point of no return passed, he slowly turned the golden key, opening her dairy.  He blushed a bit as he saw a picture of his sister, drawn by her.  She was so pretty...and his sister was so good at making artwork - it almost looked like a photo of her posing in just her diaper.  It reminded him of a moment just before kindergarten when their dad could not get the two dressed.  Charlie was trying to hid in his room as he heard the door close.  He thought his dad caught him so he had peeked out in resignation.  But as he recalled that, the mental image of his big sister just snapped into his mind fresh as day, softly staring at him, murrmurring softly as she looked at her brother.  He almost wanted to call dad so he could finally catch the two and get them dressed...but she was so pretty, so cute, and someone worthy of staying little.  It was one of those moments he saw Mel both as an innocent kit and big sister, but also a mischevious girl who wanted to play.  It was one of those memories that would stay with Charlie, even if the two ever did drift apart in separate ways, that part of her would stay with him.  As he wiggled off the changing table and onto her big rocking fox, he slowly turned the pages, blushing as he rocked himself on the big fox.  There was some random musings from his sister, the day to day adventures, sleepovers with her favorite friends from school but...about 20 pages in he found something profound in the pages.  He bit his lip as he read on:

"Dear Diary,

Our reading teacher had assigned us to talk about our earliest memory in our journals for class.  I had answered by talking about the vacation daddy took me and Kit on (oh, that's what I call Charlie - he is the baby of the family after all) to that cute theme park.  Mrs. Silverpine loved the story and gave me good marks for the entry but...that is not the earliest memory I remember.

It was back when I was about three, right at the time mom started to leave daddy.  Mom was always mean to use when we tried to potty train.  I remember it being so hard.  I did good at first but then...I couldn't feel myself wet like big girls do.  I didn't know, but mom spanked me each time I even dribbled.  It was painful...and I had put up with that for a year but it got really bad when Kit started to potty train, too.  I was in a panic to make it to my training potty, or at least do most of my potties in there.  I say most because I was already pretty wet.  Just as I started to pull down my pull-up, I heard a gasp, I looked over and I saw Kit standing there trying to make it to the potty too, and he had pulled his trainers down...also wet like mine.  He whined about me taking the cloest potty, but I don't think he'd made it to the bathroom.  When I looked to check to see if Kit could at least use his pull-up, then quickly change I saw what looked like a pink marker tip peeking out of a fuzzy sleeve.  What?  Kit's little diaper area was different than mine?  Was that why he pottied on a different spot of his pants?  Charlie gasped in shock as he looked at me, making me look down as I saw my little diaper area - no little marker tip just a special, soft bump.  We both stared at each other's diaper area for a bit, then gazed into each other's eyes puzzled.  As I did, I felt eerily warm, fuzzy...and a bit weird. I stared back down, trying to figure why we were different...but feeling good about it.  We both gasped as we then remembered why we ran into each other, Kit was helpful in getting us into fresh pants and make it look like we made it...but I don't know if mom was fooled by that.  I think dad was realizing that mom wasn't right for us. At lease he knew how he felt..but I don't think Kit and I knew what happened."

Marker tip?  Did she call his privates a marker tip?  He blushed as he looked down at his diaper, slowly pawwwing it, he blushed and softly gasped as he felt himself through the padding.  Mel did know what was best for the two when it came to diapers.  He looked through the following pages in her diary to see if she commented about it.  He giggled sheepishly as he found the entry as she revealed that he was caught peeking into her drawer then asking their dad to put him in one of her pairs.  But the memory from that passed quickly as he rocked the big fox more as he kept reading, then blushing as he found another piece of art of the two sitting on a big pillow - at least that was what he thought it was since it was made by her when she was in kindergarten.

"Dear Diary,

While Kit is my baby brother, I feel like I look up to him a lot.  I'm pretty smart and so is Kit, but there's something about him I admire.  While I stress about classes and life, Kit just lets all those troubles leave the door when we come home.  He jumped into dad's arms and playfully barked as he went to take care of us.  I just came up to dad and gave him a hug.  Maybe it's because I've always been the big sis looking after Kit but I just couldn't jump into that playfulness like he could.  As dad took care of us that day I blushed as Kit gave me a playful wink - he wanted me to come and play with him. I...didn't want to play with him as I wanted to snuggle to my big fox plush in my room for a bit.  I laid on top of the big diapered fox and slowly gazed into it.  It was innocent at first but then, I felt an image of Kit pop on the plush and I started to feel weird again.  I started into the plush thinking it was kit that day we were trying to hide from our mom.  I started to rub into the plush, shivering and panting as I felt that strange, good feeling.  I just wanted to do is at long as I could, rubbing into my big diapered plus till I heard a shy bark from Kit.  He gently motioned to follow him, leading us to a big body pillow he borrowed from dad, then straddled into it, he patted on the side opposite of him, wanting me to share the experience.  I gazed into him as we did that other day, the two of us slowly rubbing into the pillow, gasping and shivering in that weird feeling.  We kept going, not noticing that we were both leaning into each other till...our muzzles met.  I shyed away at first, but Kit's paw gently petted my cheek, letting me know it was alright...and then he gave me my first kiss.  We held it for a minute or two as we kept rubbing till be both flopped on the pillow together, tired.  Afterward, the weirdest part of it...Kit's diaper had a strange white pee in it.  It smelled funny and it was slick..but it was Kit, a part of him I didn't know about.  I found the same thing in mine after changing too.  D-did we do this as we rubbed?.

I don't know dairy, it's all sorts of weird but...it felt good.  And Kit's kiss was so wonderful.  I wonder how many girls feel the same about their first kiss."

Charlie blushed more as he kept reading, absorbing all the recollections Mel had of him and her.  It was weird having Mel describe some of those private memories.  He felt as strange as she did in those recollections as he read them.  On the other hand, there was something else he was feeling.  Why were the most vivid memories he had of Mel?  Why did thinking of Mel make him blush and shy away?  He wanted to know more so he kept reading.  He started to delve deeper in her thoughts.  He started to find that she was having many of the same questions, many of the same fears and musings.  Then he found the entry pertaining to his 8th birthday.

"Dear Dairy,

Is it wrong to think of someone who grew up in the same den you do as more than just your littermate?  I've been thinking about it alot, especially since last year at Valentine's when Kit gave me a cute ring, bracelet and necklace with little hearts on it.  It made me recall his 8th birthday.  Dad took us out the arcade so he could play lots of skeeball.  I really enjoy playing alongside Kit on the adjoining lane, watching as we kept trying to outdo each other our score getting bigger and bigger. I couldn't believe how many tickets we go...when I gave him a big kiss on the cheek.  I heard lots of grown-ups giggle as I did and wondering what dad thought.  The only thing I saw to be hoenst was Kit blushing even redder than seafood.  He almost chirped in shock from that and gave me a hug, whispering, "I owe sis something when we go home."  I blushed heavily as he said that; what did he mean?  Pay me back for the tickets, the cute prizes or...the kiss I gave him. I puzzled and blushed over this but I was enjoying it more than Kit was enjoying the anticipation of the special gifts and cake waiting for him.

Dad got kit a yummy cookies and creme cake and banana for us tonight for dessert.  Kit just dived into the cake as I enjoyed it.  Why was I holding back, I couldn't I just dive in like Kit?  I really wanted to but...I still want to be the big sister.  Why dairy?  After kit opened his gifts and dad was getting cleaned up for bedtime Kit was watching some television in the playroom as he patted the spot next to me.  I blushed shyly as I sat down to him but in an odd moment of courage I asked him "What did you want to pay me back for, Kit?"  He gazed into me softly and leaned in, I couldn't help by reciprocate as our eyes, noses and muzzles met.  He then answered, "I want to kiss you, Mel.  I blushed so hard from the kiss because I liked it.  I liked you kissing me as I felt so warm and special.  Mel, I want you to feel what I did when you kissed me."  I gasped in surprise...I felt awkard and weird, but I wanted it, I wanted Kit to kiss me so I whispered yes, kissing him right on the muzzle as we held each other.  I gently opened my maw for him, running my tongue along his lip as he gasped and let his tongue taste mine.  I hugged him tight we kissed deeply for a few minutes, only breaking it off when we lost breath - and the shower turned off.  We both kinda blushed as we finished kissing, good thing we stopped because I don't think dad would understand what happened.  I blushed and looked into Kit's eyes, barking softly as I scritched his ear.  I just enjoyed that kiss and I secretly wanted that kiss to continue.  I was just as confused as before as Kit toddled off to get ready for his bath. I hope I can find the answer before other boys become interested in me."

Charlie blushed as he kept reading, he started to have thoughts about what Mel wrote.  Did she actually consider Kit as a sweetheart?  Charlie kept reading on through Mel's dairy until he came on her last entry.

"Dear Dairy,

Today in science class we learned about boys and girls...okay it's 'sex ed' as they call it.  But today we learned about the differences between boys and girls including the difference between boys and girls.  Just listening to that lecture was boring; I was trying to avoid giggling and laughing like the other students in the class.  Just hearing them talk about those parts of us made me think all the way back to when I was three...and I saw Kit's pink marker tip.  I know it's called a penis...but I like calling it a pink marker tip more.  I also figured out the mystery of why Kit has that and I have that special padding where Kit has his thing.  They were meant to meet together...just thinking about that image of me and Kit so long ago made me feel very naughty.

Rereading my dairy made me realize I had many of these odd events when I was around Kit. A-am I attracted to Kit?  I read that that kind of attraction isn't against any rules but is frowned on.  But why?  If I have feelings that are not base instinct, what are they and why are they shamed upon?  I don't know...how do I tell Kit what I am feeling?  It's frustrating in a way no matter how many times I rub on my special plushie or sniff Kit's used pants for his smell...it just isn't enough.  I can't even give Kit a hug without shying away from him.  I can't even tell my friends because they might not understand too.

I guess I need to step back, think it through, and shy away from Kit for a bit.

Ugh...part of me just want to tell him...because I think it's real..."

Kit blushed hard and gasped.  "A real what?: Kit kept thinking to himself.  As he looked up he eeped as he spent a good 40 minutes reading her dairy.  Panicking, he put the dairy back where he found it, then went to quicky tidying up the nursery.  His thoughts were out of control as he got the playroom and his room nice and clean.  Thankfully he was able to finish his work just as Mel finished working on the yard and picked some juicy tomatoes. She blushed a bit as she brought the tomatoes over to the table, kicking her paw along the floor.

"Did you clean up in there?" Melanie shyly asked.

"I-I did," Charile mumbled, "Looks like you got dad's tomatoes and trimmed up the garden.  Ready for supper?" Charlie shyly noddled as Melanie started to warm up the suppers their dad made for them, the two yelping as they heard their father open the door and bark for his kits.

"Children, I'm home!" their father called, "Are you two making supper?"

"We are!" Charlie and Melanie chimed in together as Charlie got the place settings out.  Just as their dad was getting cleaned up for supper, Charlie leaned over to Mel.  He just couldn't hold back what he learned about Mel from her most private souce of thoughts.  Not anymore...she was thinking the same things he was.

"Mel, I-I read your dairy..." Charlie whispered into her ear. Melanie gasped in shock as she then gazed into Charlie in surprise.