6 comments/ 101988 views/ 32 favorites My Father's Daughter Ch. 01 By: BlushingSecrets As far back as I can remember my twin brother, Connor, and I have lived in constant fear of our three older brothers. I guess we passed for a typical American family all those years living in the town of Glenwood together because nobody suspect anything for the longest time, not even Mom and Dad. Finally when I was twelve years old, Mom and Dad left town overnight for a wedding. Before they left they told Kevin (the oldest of my brothers) not to throw any wild parties. And he respected that. But when they returned home they found trouble of a different kind. My parents found Kevin holding me upside down across his lap while he carved the words 'Slut' into my buttocks with a pair of scissors. And that's the last time I remember Mom and Dad doing anything together. Mom moved out several months later and she took me and Connor with her. Connor and I were reunited with our father through an unhappy accident that killed our mom. Even though both of us had just turned 18, Dad wrote to us and managed to persuade us that living with him on his ranch on the outskirts of Glenwood would be the best thing for everybody. Now all Connor and I had to do was find it. "I told you, you missed the turn back there at a gas station" "That wasn't a street! It was a....bike path" Connor muttered gritting his teeth and swerving the family SUV to avoid running over a piece of roadkill. "It was a road. And why are we going 15 miles an hour" I muttered. Connor shot me a look. "You can relax you know. I think you already won the award for bitchiest sister. Here" he made a sudden turn and knocked my Starbucks into my lap. "Shit! Connor, you asshole!" I screamed grabbing a napkin and attempting to mop the coffee that was already spreading across my white skirt. Great. The first time seeing my Dad in years and I looked like I just had an explosion in my pants. Connor snickered. "Sorry. But I wasn't expecting the turn because apparently it had already passed" he shot me a smug look. Ever since high school when I got a boyfriend and he got a daily wedgie on the playground, Connor has always resented me. He's never mentioned it. But it's a bit obvious. "Holy fuck, his place is huge" Connor muttered. Momentarily distracted I lifted my head from my skirt. "I thought Mom said he was a writer. No way does he have this much money" I said, taking in the balconies, the in ground pool and the wide sweeping lawn. Connor began the climb up the 2 mile driveway to the front door. "I'm not complaining" he said giving me another grin, this one a bit more friendlier. We pulled to a stop in front of the doors. The house looked dark and still. "Maybe no one is home" Connor said sounding a little hopeful. "They're here!" we heard someone call from inside the house. "Or not" I added unbuckling my seat belt and stepping out of the car. Before I could even take a step I felt someone throw their arms around me. "Becky! Wow you've grown!" It was unmistakably my older brother George. Out of my three older brothers- Mark, George and Kevin- the only one that called me Becky, the only one that probably even remembered my name was George. George was the first one in the family in the family to lose his virginity. I know because I was there (he lost it to our babysitter. Kevin was furious but only because he was second). "Hey George" Connor said. He extended his hand for a handshake but George ignored the gesture and enveloped him in a hug. Connor looked a little alarmed. He didn't like being touched. "Hey kids. Have a nice trip?" I hadn't seen my Dad in forever but he didn't look like he had gotten any older. If anything he had gotten younger. "Yeah" I said stepping forward to give him a hug. His eyes quickly assessed me. They didn't linger on my rich full breasts but they did pause at the coffee stain on my skirt. "Connor spilled Starbucks on me" I muttered flushing. Dad just smiled and opened his arms for a hug. I pressed my body against him. Unlike many of the other older men that I have hugged, Dad's body was still toned and firm. In fact if I hadn't known he was my Dad and I would have tried to brush myself up against him more slowly. He was my dad though and I let go rather quickly. "Hey Connor you've grown" He said. "He certainly has" teased George "Bet the girls are going crazy for you" I rolled my eyes. As far as I knew Connor hadn't even kissed a girl. I was beginning to wonder if he was gay. "George let him breathe" My dad said sternly. I could tell he didn't want any of history to repeat himself "I'm going to run to the store for some steak. George will show you two around" George didn't really look too happy with this idea but it wasn't like he could argue. Dad was obviously someone you didn't want to mess with. George waited until Dad pulled away before turning to us. "You're room is on the second floor. Last door on the right" "Wait, we're sharing a room" Connor asked sounding extremely alarmed. George laughed. "Don't look so scared. You're lucky" He winked at me and then let his hand linger on my ass when he gave it a quick pat. I flushed. "Come on let's go" I said after he had sauntered away to the shed. "Next time he does that you need to punch him" Connor warned. "Why can't you do it?" "Cuz it's not my ass he's grabbing" We stepped into the house and were greeted by a blast of cold air. "Thank God" Connor said. "Dad is that you?" I glanced up. Mark was standing at the top of a spiral staircase, hands in his pockets, the unmistakable scent of cigarettes in the air. "Oh, it's you guys" He said. "Hey Mark" Connor waved his hand in a half wave. Mark gave us another nod of acknowledgement and then plodded back to his room. Connor looked at me and shrugged. We lugged our suitcases up the stairs and to the end of the hall. We were almost to our bedroom when someone called "Stop" Both of us jumped. We turned around to see Kevin standing in one of the doorways, watching us closely. I took a fearful step in Connor's direction. Kevin came forward still staring. "My, my Becca look how you have grown" He said. Connor cleared his throat. Kevin ignored him. "Not such a little girl anymore" he whispered in my ear and then slowly ran his fingers over my ass. When I opened my eyes he was gone. "Come on" Connor said his voice heavy with disgust. I stumbled into the bedroom behind him and kicked the door closed behind me. "Why are you talking to me like I'm some kind of parasite" Connor laughed but he didn't sound amused. "I doubt a parasite would allow her older brothers to fondle her like she was some street hooker" I rolled my eyes. "Connor, they were not fondling me they were-" Suddenly Connor whirled around and grabbed my arms with both hands. "Connor!" I squealed as his grip tightened painfully. "Is this what you want?" Connor asked. In one movement he had both of my breasts in his hands and squeezed them firmly. I gasped and Connor let go of me as thought he had been burned. He stormed from the room leaving me there alone my panties clinging to my body with wetness. Then, with full knowledge that any of my brothers could walk in on me at any minute, I lowered my pants and panties and began to finger myself moaning with delight while my hands explored my body. It felt like just a few minutes but when I next opened my eyes it was five'clock- a full half hour later. That wasn't all. My father and all four of my brothers were standing in the doorway watching me with my hand in my soaking cunt. I screamed and grabbed a cover but my dad was too quick for me. He yanked me to my feet. "Rebecca, how can you complain that your brothers desire you when you flaunt your body so beautifully in front of them. From now on there are going to be a few new rules around here" "What?" I couldn't look my father or anyone in the face. I felt cum drip down my legs. Mark took a few tentative steps forward and picked up my soaking panties which had slipped off my body. Smirking he handed them to George who took a deep breath and inhaled. "Soaking" Dad nodded "I thought so. George you have my notebook don't you. I believe I made of list of steps we could take if Rebecca misbehaved. I had a feeling she would be naughty" George left the room and Dad took me upside down over his knee the same way Kevin had done. I quivered knowing my bare ass was now exposed to my father. My cum was beginning to stain his pants. "Little girls need to be spanked" he said "But since it's your first time. I will let you off easy. One spank from each of us" Then he slapped my ass hard and painful. I let out a wail at the sting. "Awww baby's tush is sensitive" whispered Dad. "Mark! Kevin! Your turn" Mark and Kevin both stepped forward and delivered their blows. George returned with a large composition notebook then smacked my bottom softly. He let his hands linger on my bare ass again and then trailed them over to my pussy. I let out an extremely audible moan and Dad whispered to me "You like it when your brother plays with your cunt? Such a naughty girl" "Your turn Connor" Kevin said giving him a shove. I couldn't look my twin in the face as he raised he's hand and delivered a stinging spank. I howled with pain again. "That's it for now kids" Dad said getting to his feet "Dinner time" They all left the room like nothing had even happened. I stood there panting. How could I face the rest of the family for dinner time? Now that they knew what my dripping pussy looked like? Now that they each smacked my exposed rear. I couldn't face them. I buried my face in my hands. "Rebecca, get that red tush down here now or you will get another spanking!" Dad called. I jumped to my feet. Before I left I slipped on some cotton panties and an old pair of jeans. When I joined everyone at the dinner they acted as thought nothing had even happened. But I knew. And when I slipped into my seat George caressed my thigh and I jumped. Dad shot a stern glance at me. "What is it now Becky? Not touching again are we?" My cheeks flamed as everyone laughed even Connor. Traitor. Dad laughed but then turned serious. "Becky, we are going to need to punish you for getting so carried away. What were you thinking about? What on Earth turned you on so much?" I opened my mouth and closed it. "Was it your brothers?" Dad continued "Were you thinking about them plunging their cocks into your tender little pussy?" "No!" I exclaimed. Dad looked disbelievingly. "Connor go stand behind your sister" he ordered. Connor reluctantly got to his feet. "Touch her" Connor uncertainly placed one hand over each breast and then started sucking on my neck. "Oh my god" I moaned. "Oh, this girl likes it" Dad said "That's all. Thank you Connor" He took his seat and I stared determinedly down at my plate. "I need to keep an eye on you" Dad warned "And one way we shall do that is daily panty inspections" I almost fell out of my chair "What?" Dad nodded "You heard me. Each night we shall inspect those panties of yours" I didn't know it was possible to go any redder but it was apparently. Mark who was sitting on my other side whispered in my ear "Don't worry Becky. We all just want to help" "After dinner we are going to take a good look at those panties that we saw before. But it isn't appropriate for the dinner table. And Becky you haven't even touched your steak. Please don't make me nag you about that too" After dinner, Dad had everyone gather in the living room. He made me stand in the center of the room. Connor lounged on the easy chair, refusing to meet my eyes which were pleading with him to help me. "George can I have the panties?" Dad asked. George brought them to Dad holding them by one corner as though they were a soiled diaper. Dad held them up for all the room to see. Then he sniffed them. "They stink, Rebecca" He said harshly "This could be why" Connor said getting to his feet and pointing to several skidmarks on my panties. I almost burst out crying. Dad stared at me. "Rebecca, do you wipe your bum after you use the bathroom?" "Yes!" I answered almost crying with embarrassment. "Mark why don't you go check?" I think he picked Mark because Mark was looking a little bored. "What?" Mark asked jumping as though he had been caught napping in class. Dad rolled his eyes. "Mark, make sure your sisters bottom is clean" Mark seemed to know better than to question. He jumped to his feet and stood behind me. Before he pulled my pants and panties down around my ankles he whispered almost inaudibly "Sorry to do this" "Bend over Becky" I did but clenched my buttocks as firmly as I could together. Without warning Dad gave them a painful slap. I jumped and exposed my buttocks fully to my older brother. "Well?" Dad asked. "Dirty" Mark said. "What about her hole? How dirty is that?" I let out a sharp gasp as Mark began to finger my hole. It was tight, I had never stuck anything inside of me. Two fingers. I bit my lip to keep from crying out with pain. Suddenly Mark withdrew his fingers. To my horror as he did so I let out a very loud fart. My ass, not used to being played with, seemed to have a mind of its own. I buried my face in my hands. Kevin laughed. Dad shook his head. "Apparently Becky is not only lazy with personal hygiene, she seems to be experiencing some bathroom troubles as well. Mark you may go and wash that disgusting shit off your hands" "Awww you're not gonna make him eat it?" asked Kevin in disappointed. Dad shot Kevin a severe look. "This is Becky's punishment. Although perhaps you would like to join her?" Kevin shook his head. "All right guys. You may all do whatever it is you teenagers do" he said leaving the room. Connor got up and sprinted for the stairs. Moments later I heard my door slam and lock. Great. Now I had nowhere to go. I got to my feet not really sure where I was going (a walk to the next state maybe?) but George chuckled "Oh no Miss Dirty Panties we aren't done with you" To my horror he whipped out his camera phone. I moved to snatch up my pants but he was too fast for me. "The guys on my soccer team are gonna love this" he said with glee. "Now George" chastised Kevin "That isn't nice" My eyes almost rolled out of my head. Kevin..Kevin of all people was lecturing someone about being nice. "Maybe she can do something for us instead" He turned to me and then said in a tone much more Kevin-like "Take off your shirt, bitch" I hesitated. "Hmmm" George said "Should I send to all 105 contacts or just the boys?' I hastily took off the shirt and threw it to the ground. They both moved closer staring at the breasts overflowing from the too small bra I had bought several months ago. Kevin stood behind me fiddling with the clasp and several seconds later it fell away. George gave a sharp gasp. I knew he was staring at my big perfect nipples which were pointing out like headlights. Tentatively he took one and stroked it. "Baby" he whispered in my ear, his breath making goosebumps dance up and down my spine "those tits are the sexiest things I've ever seen" Kevin wasn't quite as impressed. "They aren't that great. And they do sag a little" "That's only cuz they are huge" whimpered George. He lowered his mouth to them and took one nipple in. "Boys! I think it's time you let Becky get to sleep" Dad boomed. He was standing in the doorway his arms across his chest while he casually watched his son suck on his only daughter's breast. We definitely needed some family counseling. "She has a big day tomorrow" he added. Shit, what did that mean? I bent over to pick up my clothes. Dad shook his head. "You wont be needing those. Now run along to bed. You need your sleep" I didn't need telling twice. I rushed out of the room without glancing at any of them. I climbed the stairs two at a time and then started pounding on the door to my bedroom. "Let me in!" I shrieked. The door flew open almost immediately. I jumped at Connor, forgetting that I wasn't wearing any shirt or bra. My breasts bounced toward him as I tried to tackle him. "Whoa" Connor said pulling himself out of my grasp. "You little worm!" I screamed, tears running down my cheeks "You- how could you side with them? How could you let them embarrass me like that!" Connor laughed loudly. "You've been making a fool out of me my entire life" he said, his voice shaking slightly. I was too surprised to answer. "You think it's easy having someone so sexy as my sister? Ever since I was little I've wanted you.You were a toy I could never have. Your wonderful breasts, your glistening pussy- it was all just out of my reach. And now your finally mine" He leaned in and grabbed me in a forceful kiss, so forceful it hurt. Then at the last minute he shoved me away from him. I fell backwards onto the wooden floor smacking my head against the side of the dresser. Connor didn't give me a second glance. He just left the room slamming the door behind him. I must have cried for an hour. Maybe two. Then I heard a knock on the door. "W-ho is it?" I asked attempting to dry my face. I didn't want Connor to see me cry. The door opened a crack and Mark stuck his head in. "Are you okay?" he asked sounding slightly afraid. I burst into tears. Mark walked over to the bed, closing the bed behind him. "Please don't cry. They don't mean anything by it. You should go to sleep now. You've had a long day" I was almost out of tears anyway so I put my head down on my pillow which was sopping from all the tears I had shed. Mark switched off the light and to my surprise started stroking my hair just like Mom used to do. I let out a sigh of relief. We lay there together in silence for a while. Finally when I was almost asleep Mark got up to leave. "Please don't go" I whispered "You need to rest. Besides I will see you tomorrow" "All right" I said sleepily. He was almost to the door when I said "Mark?" "Yeah?" "I'm-I'm sorry my- well I'm sorry I wasn't more clean" I said hoping that he wasn't going to ask me to clarify what I meant. Mark only laughed. "Don't worry about it" he said. And amazingly enough as I drifted off to sleep I did just that. My Father's Daughter Ch. 02 *In this chapter Rebecca is forced to wear diapers. If you find this off putting then I suggest you come back and join us at a later chapter because this story does it's best to explore all fetishes* Chapter Two My dad was right about the next day being a big day. Of course I didn't know just how big until I went down for breakfast. I stalled as long as I could. I took a shower that lasted a half an hour. I took ten minutes to put my hair back in a ponytail. But finally Dad threatened to give me another spanking and that was enough to hurry me along. When I arrived at the breakfast table I found a bulgy package on my placement. "Before you eat I would like you to open your present" Dad said smiling. I knew right away that it was going to be something awful. For one thing I was the only one who had a present. For another George and Kevin were nudging each other excitedly as though they were the ones getting the present. But I took a deep breath, said a quick prayer and ripped off the paper. It took me several seconds to realize what was in the package. George and Kevin gave shouts of approval and then high fived each other. Connor just smiled to himself. Mark looked bored again. "I examined your panties again last night" Dad explained "And they were just filthy. Especially those skidmarks" "Dad!" complained George shoveling a mouthful of pancake into his mouth. "I'm eating!" Dad ignored him. "So I got you these" I stared down at the huge package of adult diapers. Not just any diapers. Apparently these were super absorbent and guaranteed not to leak. They also looked extremely bulgy. "Come on" Dad said getting to his feet "Let's go see how well they fit" I didn't move. "Becky" Dad said sternly "I know how humiliating this must be for you. A girl of 18 in diapers because her bum is too dirty. But if you are going to act like a baby we shall treat you like one. And as I understand it, George has a lovely picture of that dirty rear to remind you and everyone else on his phone what a little baby you are. I sure hope you cooperate otherwise he might have to let people know what a naughty girl you are" I couldn't believe it. Blackmail. My own Dad was blackmailing me. But I would have to deal with that later. Right now George's fingers were hovering over his keyboard and I couldn't take the risk. Oh how bad could a diaper be? I mean I used them once and survived. I gathered up the diapers and followed my Dad into the next room. To my relief he shut the door and locked it. I expected him to hand me the diaper and let me go into the bathroom to put it on but instead he said "Lie down" "But Dad-" "Now!" I could tell Dad was losing patience quickly. I lay down. Dad knelt beside me. He gently pushed my pants and panties off. My pussy was moist from the morning's humiliation. Thankfully Dad didn't say anything except "Lift" I lifted my body and he slid the diaper under me and then diapered me securely. "Oh baby" he whispered "now your little tush is nice and diapered" "Dad I don't need to be diapered" At first I thought from the furious glance on his face that I was about to be backhanded across the face. But he paused thoughtfully instead. "You know sweetheart. I'll make you a deal. If you can make it all day without using the bathroom- that is until midnight then I won't try to put you in diapers. All right. But if you lose you will be in diapers until I say you aren't. Is that clear?" "Yes" I said. Thankfully I hadn't had anything to drink yet and I had already peed before coming downstairs. Holding my bladder was going to be easy. "But you still need to drink your morning orange juice" Dad said sternly. "Fine" I agreed. One glass of orange juice. How bad could that be. I got to my feet and ready to pull up my pants but Dad stopped me. "Let your brothers see how cute you look in this little outfit" He said scooping up my pants and leaving the room. I had no choice but to follow him into the dining room. I had been right. The diaper was enormously bulky. I had to waddle when I walked and I'm sure mother could hear the rustling from the grave. Kevin and Connor immediately started laughing. George snapped a picture. Mark averted his eyes. "All right guys. Eat up" At least my dad could cook. Breakfast could have passed for normal except for you know the fact that I was sitting in a diaper. But George kept the staring to a minimum and Kevin even offered me the last piece of bacon. Maybe things were looking up. After dishes were cleared Dad had the first serious conversation with me and Connor. "Not gonna do it" Connor answered when Dad asked him about college "I barely made it through four years of high school. No way can I handle another four" Dad didn't force the issue. I didn't expect him too. None of my brothers had had a college education. He turned to me. "Rebecca?" "Well I did want to go to college. But we don't have any money. Maybe I'll go back to school once I get a job" Dad looked thoughtful. "Well I have a friend in the city who owns a college. Maybe I can pull some strings and get you in for less money" My eyebrows jumped in surprise. "Seriously? Thanks Dad that would be great!" Connor rolled his eyes. He obviously didn't see what the big deal was. But all my life I had wanted to become a teacher. It was my dream- to help children achieve theirs by offering them an education. And for that I needed college. I wasn't pleasantly surprised with the direction the day had taken particularly after such a nasty morning. Disappointment however was inevitable. About an hour and a half hour I started to feel all too familiar urges. I excused myself- since my bedroom was no longer private and the bathroom was off limits I made an escape to the basement where I could have some privacy while I fought Mother Nature. By the time I hit the last step on the basement stairs my bladder was fit to bursting. Looking back I realized my dad must have spiked the orange juice with something. But at the time I was too preoccupied to think about that. I clenched my legs together. Bam! The basement door slammed shut. I jumped and as I did so a squirt of pee soaked my diaper. Once I started I couldn't stop. I was peeing, wetting myself. I could see my diaper becoming wetter and wetter turning yellow. "Becky? What are you doing down here?" It was Mark "Dad asked me to check on you" I moved over so that I was shielded from his gaze by a wheelbarrow. "Oh I'm fine" "Well he wants to check on you. Just to make sure you haven't peed yourself" "Oh Mark" I moaned and stepped out from behind the wheelbarrow. At once his eyes flew to my dripping diaper (no leakage huh?). "You couldn't hold it for two hours?" he asked incredously. My bottom lip began to tremble. "Don't cry. I take it back. Look your better of just telling Dad. If he finds out you were hiding it, he's going to be mad. Come on" he took me by the hand like a wayward toddler and led me upstairs. Dad probably had some idea of what I was doing in the basement because he had the entire family assembled again. They all glanced up when Mark and I entered the room. "You only lasted an hour and a half!" chortled Kevin with delight. I felt another flush of humiliation. "Connor see how wet that diaper is" Connor didn't look particularly thrilled with this job but a smile spread across his face as he placed his hand on the wet fabric. "I think baby needs her diaper changed" George snapped another picture. Mark shifted from foot to foot looking like he would rather be anywhere else. "Becky, I had a feeling you couldn't hold that needy little bladder. Aren't you glad I made you wear that diaper? Now whenever you have to pee or poop you may just use your diaper. Let one of us know and we shall change it for you" Connor wrinkled his nose. "Gross! I'm gonna have to share my room with a baby in diapers!" "That's why they invented air freshner" Dad said. He placed his hand on my diaper, right over my clit. I whimpered. "Hey Dad" Kevin said with a smirk "I think she likes it when you do that" Dad looked me in the eye and all of a sudden my rage and my fury disappeared. He moved his hands across my diaper and I moaned even louder. Suddenly he pulled his hand away. "Come on Becky I need to change that diaper" he said gruffly. George started to follow but Dad said "Don't worry you will have plenty of opportunities to watch. By the end of this week you will be actually tired of her wearing those diapers" George looked doubtful but didn't say anything as Dad led me out of the room into the next room where he had created a makeshift changing table out of the hallway's table. "Hop up" he said patting it like a doctor ready to examine his patient. I awkwardly settled myself on the table, wincing at the squelching sounds my diaper made. "Lie back" Dad said curtly. He was silent while he removed my diaper and replaced it with a clean one. "I hate you" I whispered to him furiously. "Shut up your little bitch" Dad said "You know nothing about me" He was close to my face now while he taped up the sides of my diaper. Finally he lifted his eyes until they met mine. I couldn't help myself. I lifted my face and started to kiss him passionately. He was startled and almost pulled away at first but when I let out another whimper he pressed himself more intensely against me. Slowly he nudged my mouth open with his tongue and began to lick slowly and erotically. Finally he lifted his lips from mine and finished the diapering. He left the room without another word. In the following days I faced a much more mortifying experience: a dirty diaper. The first time I soiled my diaper was right before bedtime while we were all watching Gone with the Wind. I had remained perfectly still hoping that nobody noticed that I was dumping turd after turd into my diaper. Several minutes later though I noticed George sniffing around suspiciously. Finally Kevin paused the movie. "Get to your feet" he barked at me. "Don't speak to your sister like that" Dad reprimanded. Then he turned to me. "Rebecca, do you have anything you would like to share with us?" "Um-" "Maybe you should get to your feet. All right stand up" I stood up and Connor reached over and switched on the light. "Ugh!" he cried "That is one poopy baby" Dad nodded. "Rebecca why didn't you tell us that your diaper was dirty?" "I don't know" "Well since you like sitting in a dirty diaper so much you may sit in it for the rest of the movie" I don't know if you have ever seen Gone With the Wind but it's about a two hour movie and we were only in the first twenty minutes. I took a seat on the floor feeling the poop squish in everywhere. I tried to concentrate on the rest of the movie but it was difficult with distinct aroma of shit polluting the room and the sound of George jacking off behind me. When the movie was over I almost ran into the next room. At this rate I was going to have a diaper rash. "Where do you think you're going Becky?" Dad demanded. "To change my diaper?" Dad shook his head. "You need one of us to do that for you. You are a baby remember. And you can't even wipe your bottom. Kevin, go take care of your sister" Much to my surprise Kevin didn't laugh or protest he just put his hands on my shoulder and guided me into the next room where he locked the door. Then as if I was a doll he lifted me up onto the changing room table and started to loosen the straps of my diaper. I stared up at the ceiling wishing the ground would swallow me. He pulled the diaper out from under me and then was silent for several minutes just looking at it. When I snuck a glance at it even I was surprised at the amount of poop that I had managed to produce. Kevin caught me watching him and flushed. "Lift up your legs so I can wipe you" he said reaching for the container of wet wipes. Reluctantly I lifted myself and let Kevin clean between my legs. When he was finished he took a bottle of baby powder and sprinkled some on my ass. It felt wonderfully soothing. As he rubbed the powder into my bottom I noticed his fingers lingered over one particular part if my body- the scar. As if he could read my mind he whispered "I'm so sorry that I did that to you. I thought that Dad was going to kill me. You know he hit me so hard I blacked out for an hour?" I did remember that but not as much as I remember the look on Connor's face when Dad carried me out of the bathroom. "I always felt angry at myself because you were so...sexy. I wanted you and I was ashamed about it. I let my anger get out of control" There was a knock at the door. Kevin left me to open the door and my hands flew to cover up my soaking pussy when Dad, Connor, Mark and George all entered the room. "Where's the dirty diaper?" Dad asked trashbag in hand. "Here" Kevin handed it to him still open so everyone could see the contents. Dad raised his eyebrows. "Well you certainly make more of a mess now than when you were little" George snapped another picture. "Was there an elephant in here?" Connor joked. "All right boys" Dad said sternly "Let Kevin finish. He is doing an excellent job after all. And we all have to get to bed because we need to get up early for Kevin's football game" Kevin coached a football league for college kids during the summer. It wasn't so much competitive as an excuse for the town of Glenwood to get together. I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Dad, will I- I wont- will i- will you-" "Yes you're going to have to wear diapers" Kevin interrupted as he finished taping up my diaper. "What happens if you have an accident at the game? I'll be humiliated!" If I could have killed him I would have. As it was I aimed a kick at his groin. He moved out of the way swiftly and chose to ignore it. "Kevin's right sweetie. We don't want you having an accident in front of the entire town. You can wear a loose outfit. No one will even notice" He had left the room before I could protest. I knew better than to plea my case to Kevin so I remained silent while he slipped a new diaper underneath me. I expected him to leave but instead he pinned me down to the table a look in his eyes so intense that it scared me. "Admit it" he snarled, "You like soiling the diapers and having your big brother clean you up "That's not true" I tried to squirm out of his grasp. "Then why were you so wet?" Kevin asked. I froze as Kevin began stroking me through my diaper "I noticed you were dripping while I wiped that dirty bottom. You like having my hands on you?" I couldn't really deny the truth in this when he rubbed my clit through the fabric of my diaper and I let out another moan of longing. "Oh yes Becky you like that don't you?" "Kevin, don't- please" I tried to close my legs but he's stroking only became more feverish and more intense. "I'll stop if you want me to" Kevin said "Just tell me to stop" Then he made that quite impossible by silencing my mouth with his lips. As his tongue explored my mouth and one hand stroked between my legs insistently I felt myself drawing nearer and nearer to climaxing. Finally he pulled his mouth away from mine but before I could say anything he placed a soft bite on the lower part of my neck where I was most sensitive. It drove me over the edge. Never in my life had I experienced such a intense orgasm. I felt myself literally squirting into my diaper. But the part that shames me the most was the cry I gave in the throes of my orgasm. "Oh Kevin, yes yes!" Kevin felt me shudder with my release and pulled away so he could look at me. "You don't know how long I have dreamed of that" he said finally "Now come on. You need to get to bed" I was still shaking when I got to my feet. Kevin didn't smirk or say anything arrogant. He merely picked me up in his arms, like I was some damsel in distress in a western novel and carried me up the stairs as though I were a light blanket. The emotions of the day overwhelmed me and somewhere on the stairs I fell sound asleep in my brother's arms. The next morning there was no talk of diapers or babies or anything else. There was no time. Dad's alarm clock (which apparently had taken a recent trip out the front window in a fit of rage) was faulty and woke us up a half hour late. Through some miracle or other we were all in the car fifteen minutes later (probably because Kevin threatened us with bodily dismemberment if any of us made him late). Kevin has many faults but he obviously was really proud of his football team and all they had accomplished. That, coupled with the way he had tenderly placed me to bed the night before made me think that maybe I had been wrong about Kevin after all. Best of all, I slipped on a loosefitting dress over my diaper and no one even commented that the shoulderless sundress was not something a baby should wear. We arrived at the field with seconds to spare. Kevin jumped out of the car before it had even stopped moving and Dad sighed with disapproval as he edged our car into the nearest parking space. As we all tumbled out of the car I noticed Connor rummaging in the trunk for something. I felt all the blood drain from my face when he slammed the car and walked towards the rest of us diaper bag in hand. "Here sis you almost forgot this" he said attempting to hand it to me. But I wouldn't take it from him. "Rebecca, I'm getting pretty sick and tired of your attitude" Dad said "Now if you don't stop acting like such a baby, we're going to miss the start of the game" "I'll carry it" offered Mark. Dad looked like he was going to argue but he changed his mind. "Fine. Rebecca, make sure you stay close to Mark. Apparently he wants to be the babysitter" "Thank you" I whispered to Mark. Mark still wouldn't meet my eyes. When we arrived at the football field I became enormously glad that I was not carrying the hated diaper bag. Kevin's team (and the team they were playing) were made up of a bunch of gorgeous college guys all who nudged each other when they saw me coming. I knew I was beautiful, that I made boys stop in their tracks when I walked by. I am not being conceited- it really is the truth. Usually it made me feel sexy. But now with a big bulky diaper between my legs it just made me feel self conscious. I was glad when the game began to take the attention off of me. Maybe I could just fade into the background. My hopes of remaining in the background were crushed at halftime when Kevin called "Hey Rebecca come on over and meet the team" They were all staring at me expectantly. George raised his phone and waved it tantalizingly in the air. Like a prisoner making her way to the gallows, I trudged across the field to Kevin and his team doing my best not to waddle. "Guys this is my little sister Rebecca" Kevin said. "Dude your sister is hot!" the quarterback called. He winked at me. I tried not to wince. So not my type. The boy that I had really been eying the entire game ( the water boy) was unfortunately the only one not paying me attention. Of course I didn't know if he could actually see me there were so many meaty football players blocking me from his view. As if reading my mind Kevin barked "Come on Patrick stop taking so long with the water" I was suddenly distracted from the abuse of the water boy by a feeling in my abdomen. Was it- no it couldn't be. Shit! I clenched my buttocks together, trying to force the feeling to go away. Another cramp hit me, this time even more intense and more painful. It was all I could not to bend over. Kevin, who had been busy with the humiliation of his water boy, saw me and raised an eyebrow. "You okay?" He asked with a knowing glance. For the second time that week I realized my food must have been spiked. Furious at my family, but in too much pain to say anything to Kevin I walked away towards where Dad, Connor, George and Mark were congregated. My Father's Daughter Ch. 02 I knew from the look on their faces that they knew exactly what was going on. "Awww does baby have to make poopoo?" taunted Connor. Dad shot him a look which I couldn't quite read. "Rebecca, if you do indeed have to use the bathroom I suggest you just let it come out. That's what a diaper is for after all. And you are obviously in pain" Dad frowned at these words and I knew that no matter what he was doing to my ego he hated seeing me in physical distress. It comforted me slightly to know that. Several seconds later I wasn't really left with much of a choice as my ass cheeks opened and I exploded. I bit my lip to keep from grunting but they all knew what was happening anyway. "Wow, even I could hear that!" George grinned. I could see from the bulge in his pants that he enjoyed it too. Then with a twinkle in his eye he softly started saying "When your sliding into first and you feel something burst" "Not necessary" Dad said. Then he turned to me "Are you-" "Ugh!" I grunted as more poo hit my diaper. "Guess not" Dad said turning back to engage himself in conversation with Mark as thought nothing had happened but I knew he was listening. I tried to hold my cheeks together, to clench them for all I was worth, but more diarrhea escaped splattering the walls of my diaper. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse there was a tap on my shoulder. It was Patrick the water boy looking very concerned. "Hey Kevin sent me over to check on you. Are you all right?" he asked looking concerned. "Fine" I answered letting out a very wet and audible fart. I could feel my diaper sagging beneath the load. I could also smell the nastiness. I blushed knowing it was pretty obvious where it was coming from. Patrick just gave me a small smile. "Okay then nice meeting you" As soon as he walked away I had my final explosion. "Arggg!" Loud and smelly. Dad, who seemed to know that I was finished, opened his arms for a hug. "Awww poor baby" he whispered in my ear sending a tingling along my clit. I was 18 years old, and I had just done diarrhea in a diaper in public. It felt so wonderful and so deliciously naughty. But his next words sent fear into my heart. "George why don't you go over to those picnic tables and change your sister?" "Gladly" George said taking the diaper bag from Mark's hands. Mark looked a little shellshocked himself but it was nothing compared to how I was feeling. My dad wanted my brother to change my smelly diaper in plain view of the entire park? "No way!" I protested "No way am I doing this" George sighed and shook his head with disapproval. "Becky, I've already created a blog especially for you. All my friends are following it. You wouldn't want me to post any pictures would you? That full diaper you soiled the other day? Your dirty bum? Or the way you waddled into breakfast in nothing but a shirt and a diaper?" "What are you talking about?" George held the screen of his phone up so I could see what he was talking about. BadBabyBecky: A Guide about Training My 18 Year Old Sister In My Diapers. There were no entries yet but several comments nonetheless. "Shit George when are you gonna give us the first picture?" read one comment. "I wonder just how bad those diapers smell" read another. George pocketed the phone. "And I can give the link to anyone at any given moment. Especially if you behave like a bad baby. Now come on before you get diaper rash" Without waiting for an answer he scooped me up and carried me over to the picnic table just like Kevin had carried me the night before. Except there was no way in hell that this time was going to fall asleep. The picnic tables were located on a little hill overlooking the football field so that people could watch a game while they enjoyed their lunch. This also meant that the entire park had front row tickets to my diaper changing. Fortunately the football players were occupied on the field. Maybe if I just lay still George would finish my diaper change before the game was over. He placed me gently down on one of the picnic tables and pulled up my dress. I felt a cool breeze on my legs and shivered. George stood back and surveyed me with a smug grin on his face. Even from my angle I could see that my white diaper definitely had a brownish color to it. That and the way it sagged let me and anyone else who looked know that I had had a very messy, smelly accident. "George, hurry please!" I begged as I heard the whistle signaling the end of the football game. George acted as though he hadn't heard me as he caressed my inner thighs. I whimpered at his touch. George bent over and leaned closer "If we weren't in this goddamn park, I would take you right now you little slut. Yes, your big brother Georgie would do nasty things to that dangerous little body of yours" By this time the bulge in George's pants was so pronounced I wasn't surprised to see precum start staining through his pants. He gave a frustrated sigh and at last started to undo the tape on my diaper. But it was too late. I tensed at the sound of voices approaching. "Whoa dude! Kevin, isn't that your sister?" I heard one football player hoot. I closed my eyes but I could still feel the gaze of the entire football team as well as their families trained on me. "Lift" George said calmly. I lifted my bottom and he eased the diaper out from under me. I heard one woman say "Now Kyle it's not polite to stare. There is nothing to see. She wears diapers just like cousin Mary does" "And they sure stink!" declared one little boy. "Yes they do!" laughed George "Hey Patrick would you hand me a clean diaper from that bag" "Sure" My heart plummeted at the sexy sound of Patrick's voice. "This explains a lot. I thought she was just gassy" George started humming the diarrhea song again and this time half of Kevin's football team joined in with "When you think it's just a fart and your butts a work of art" "Great game guys" I prayed that Kevin's arrival would make things better not worse for me. "Oh I see you guys discovered my sisters dirty little secret, pun not intended" No such luck. "Legs over your head so I can wipe that bottom" George said so that everyone within a two mile radius could hear. I hesitated. "Are you still changing that diaper George? She's even stinkier than usual!" Dad had arrived upon the scene. I could hear the warning tone in his voice. I put my legs over my head still keeping my eyes firmly closed. That didn't mean that I couldn't feel the stares of the entire football field on my dirty ass. Thankfully George didn't try to brush against my sensitive clit for which I was glad but I was cetain that everyone could see how wet it was. My worries were confirmed when I heard a boy hoot "Oh she's enjoying this!" "She enjoys it every time" George replied. I could just hear the satisfaction in his voice. "You're son is doing a wonderful job at taking care of his sister" I heard one woman say. Dad replied "I know I'm very blessed that my children cope so wonderfully with Rebecca's bowel problems" "And we're all done" George said giving my rear another pat. Then he leaned closer so that only I could hear and whispered "You can open your eyes now" I did slowly and cringed as I assessed the damage. At least twenty different people had congregated around the picnic table. Most of them were the football players but several mothers had stopped as well. Right now Dad was discussing diaper brands with one of them. "This kind in particular provides less leakage which comes in handy with her" Dad was saying when I walked over to him. "Aww she's all red" cooed the lady, a feeble woman who reminded me of my Grandma. I stared at the ground not meeting anyone's eyes. "Well we better get going before she has another loud accident" Dad said with a smirk. Thankfully I made it to the car before hot tears started falling from my eyes. And the minute I got home I got in the shower (George really needed to work on his wiping techniques) to clean myself and relieve myself of the orgasm that had been building all day. Over the next few days I experienced similar feelings of mortification during my diaper changes (thankfully the diarrhea seemed to be a one time thing). Although diapers only took up an extremely small portion of my day it felt like my life centered around them. During the next few days Dad disappeared almost completely from the diaper scene leaving the changes to Mark, George and Kevin (Connor always seemed to be elsewhere). George and Kevin liked to drag out the diaper changes as long as they could. George always made sure my pussy was nice and moist before he diapered me up. I learned that Kevin liked when I begged for his touch. And when I didn't he was really harsh about it. If I was lucky I would get off with just a slap in the face. If I wasn't he would make me sit in my soiled or wet diaper until I changed my mind. . The first time this happened he waited seven hours for me to change my mind. He was playing XBOX in his room when I finally tracked him down to admit defeat. "Kevin?" He pretended not to hear me. It took me at least four more tries to get his attention. "What is it?" Kevin snarled "Enjoying yourself in that wet diaper of yours?" I had wet the diaper earlier in the day and not only had it been extremely uncomfortable sitting in a wet diaper all day but I had to piss again and I wasn't sure if this diaper could handle that. "Kevin, I'm sorry about the way I behaved before. Would you please change my diaper?" Slowly Kevin got up from his bed and walked around me studying me closely. He placed one hand on my rear and laughed. "Wow you are wet. Stop bothering me, and maybe I'll change your diaper when I am done with this game" I knew my face was flaming and it obviously pleased Kevin. I could see the tell tale bulge in Kevin's pants. Kevin caught me looking and pushed me roughly from the room which did nothing to ease the pressure in my bladder. I closed my eyes and concentrated every single fiber of my body on not wetting myself but something happened to me when I wore a diaper. It was like I lost all self control. And wetting myself was so- so freeing, so naughty and delicious. I moaned as I finally lost control on my bladder and my already soaked diaper began to fill up with piss. I moved my hand and rubbed the warm wet fabric against my clit, then bucked my hips and moaned with longing. "Becky you're leaking!" It was Dad. I knew I should remove my hand from my clit but I left it there rubbing it insistently through the fabric. Nothing had happened between me and Dad since our makeout session and part of me knew that was a good thing. But the other part of me wished that Dad would just take me hard and fast. I could tell he wanted to. Like now when he was staring at me pleasuring myself. But something always seemed to stop him. His eyes dropped the floor and I noticed for the first time a puddle beneath where I stood. "Kevin!" bellowed Dad. Kevin opened his door and almost stepped in the puddle. It was all I could do not to laugh. "You wet yourself again you bitch?" Kevin demanded. Kevin was very fond of that word and any other word that could demean women such as slut and whore. I wonder what my high school psychology teacher would have to say about him. "Why didn't you change your sister's diaper before it got too full?" Dad demanded. Kevin shot me another nasty look. "She wouldn't cooperate" "Rebecca, I told you you need to listen to your older brothers. Now Kevin change her diaper and this time I'll watch to make sure she behaves" I knew this had more to do with the bulge in Dad's pants than the need to see if I behaved but I wasn't foolish enough to say anything. Dad stood back against the wall as Kevin lifted me up onto the table and undid the sopping diaper. He stared at me expectantly. "Kevin" I whispered "please touch me" Kevin laughed "What was that? I didn't hear you" I felt Dad's gaze boring into me. "Touch me Kevin" I whispered again this time a little louder. "Did you say you wanted me to touch you?" Kevin asked. "Yes" I whispered. Kevin wasted no time in inserting a finger into my wet pussy. I blushed at the noises my wet pussy made as he fingered me. My pussy had always been extremely moist whenever I was turned on. Kevin pulled his finger out. It was dripping with globs of cum. He held it up so that Dad could see. "Is that all for me?" Kevin asked "Or is some for Dad too?" At his naughty words I thrust my pelvis at him. It was like I had lost all self respect. Kevin just smiled and finished diapering me, leaving my pussy unfulfilled and tingling like he would so many more times in the future. The most embarrassing diaper changes were the ones done by Mark. During most of my (what I liked to call) "dry time" I spent playing with Mark, usually helping him paint the shed. Mark had grown a lot since we were little. Back then all he wanted to do was follow in the footsteps of George and Kevin and he had never raised a finger to help me. Now it comforted me slightly to know that I had one ally even though he never said a word in my defense I knew he was on my side. I would try to conceal my wet diapers from Mark but he was under strict orders from Dad to change them as soon as they were wet or soiled. "Rebecca loves to sit around in a smelly diaper" Dad told us one day when he came out to the shed and discovered how dirty I was "So it's up to you to find out if she is dirty and change her" Mark brought the diaper bag out to the shed with us because we were usually out there for hours at a time. When he found me with a wet diaper he would merely wipe the paint off his hands, set up a makeshift changing table and go to work. I knew my pussy would always be glistening as he hands worked in such proximity to my most sensitive parts but he was too much of a gentleman to do anything about it. Connor never changed my diaper for which I was extremely grateful. But my gratitude soon turned into something much worse. On my fifth morning in diapers Dad informed me that Connor was taking me to a movie and that I better get dressed. I had been about to find George or Kevin to change my soaking diaper but Dad tossed me a pair of leggings and one of my T-shirts and slammed the door calling "Hurry up and get dressed or you'll miss the movie" At this moment I could care less about the movie but I knew there would be hell to pay if we missed it so I pulled on my leggings. As soon as they were on it became apparent that my diapers were obvious to anyone who looked my way. They were bulky, big and the white stuck out a little at the top. The rustle was worse than ever. I quickly changed into jeans and met the rest of my family downstairs where they were in various stages of breakfast. Dad frowned at me. "Where is the outfit I gave you this morning?" "It wouldn't fit with my diaper. And I need my diaper changed" "Go change. I'm sure your pants fit just fine. And you got up so late I'm afraid there won't be time for a diaper change. Connor will just have to take the diaper bag with you in case you have another more um, smelly accident" All of a sudden it became apparent just what they had planned for me. And despite all my protests and all my pleas, I found myself in the passenger seat of the car as we drove towards the movie theater. I was hoping we would be late like Dad had predicted so that we could sneak in but we were half an hour early. Connor got on the longest popcorn line and left me standing against the wall holding the diaper bag which left no questions as to it's purpose. My diaper had been sagging from this morning's piss and it hung low between my legs. Several boys my own age passed by me and laughed. One tried to pinch my ass and then his eyes widened in surprise. He ran to catch up to his friends and hastily whispered something to me. They all looked back on me and laughed. One boy snapped a picture. I was never so anxious for a movie to start but as the lights dimmed my relief soon turned dismay. I tried to think back to the last time I had messed my diaper but all I could remember was the fact that I hadn't had my usual bowel movement last night (Kevin had commented on it very loudly in front of the entire family). Which was why now I felt something familiar pressing on my ass cheeks willing them to open. It was like my bowels knew I was in diapers, knew I was safe and cushioned. I moved back and forth to ease the tingling in my clit and moaned a little louder than I intended. Thankfully the movie was a loud one with a lot of unrelated car chases and shootings. So no one heard the little grunt I gave as I released my bowels. Unlike the other day when my diaper had been full of "poopoo water" (as George so fondly referred to it) these were solid. And they were big. It was only about two minutes before the tell tale scent penetrated the noses of the people around us. Some people craned their necks and scanned the aisles trying to pinpoint the source of the smell. Some people just knew immediately that it was me causing the smell. The neighbor on my left was one of the these people. She nudged the girl next to her and they both broke into a fresh series of giggles. But the humiliation didn't end there. A few minutes an usher with a flashlight stopped next to our aisle and whispered to Connor who was on the end "Is anything wrong, sir? I've been receiving complaints about a smell coming from this aisle" He sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. Connor pretended to look stunned. "Oh god, I forgot. Rebecca, did you mess your diaper?" Then he turned back to the usher. "My sister is in diapers due to an incontinence problem" The usher, probably fearing a possible lawsuit, disappeared. Connor waited until the credits rolled before he finally picked up the bag and led me out of the theater and over to the bathrooms. "Hang on" he said before poking his head into the boys bathroom. "Oh shit no changing table in the boy's bathroom. And this is the 21st century. When will sexism end?" "Hey cutie need any help? Looks like you got your hands filled with this big baby here" It was the girl who had been sitting next to me in the movie theater. Her and her friend, both sporting equally low cut shirts, were smiling seductively at Connor who suddenly seemed sexier than I had realized. And I did NOT appreciate these two girls propositioning him like two street hookers. I liked it even less when Connor gestured towards me and said "Yeah there's no changing table in the boy's room and we wouldn't want baby to get a rash" One of the girls squealed "Oh let us change her we just love changing babies" The increasing volume of her voice was causing passersby to stop and stare. "I don't know" Connor tried to look reluctant but it was obvious he was trying to conceal a huge grin. "Her diaper's pretty smelly" "We can handle it" the other girl answered with a wink then took me by the arm and led me insistently into the girls bathroom. "Wasn't it nice of those girls to change your diaper?" Connor asked as we pulled out of the mall parking lot. I was still blushing from my latest humiliation. The girls had commented numerous times on the smelly state of my diaper. "Is her pussy always that wet?" One girl asked Connor handing him back the diaper bag. "I wouldn't know. She's my sister. I don't think of her like that" Connor winked at them and they both giggled. Suddenly Connor spotted a dirt path and pulled us over. "I said did you thank them?" he repeated. Something about the condescending and patronizing tone in his voice made something inside me snap. "No! No I didn't!" I yelled "What the fuck is wrong with you? You're such a selfish arrogant prick! You go along with them just because you want to fuck your own sister? What is wrong with you you sick creep" Before I knew what was happening Connor had wrestled me out of the car and to the dirt floor. My Father's Daughter Ch. 02 "You're going to get what you need- a good hard fucking" I wasn't a virgin (like so many other girls I lost it on prom night. But like so many other girls my first time was nothing like what I fantasized about. So when Connor started pulling my leggings down to my knees I did nothing to stop him. Connor looked me in the eyes quickly then started to untape my diaper. "Do you want this?" he asked his voice heavy with lust. I nodded. "Well you're not going to get it" Connor's eyes narrowed maliciously as he got to his feet and got in the car. Humiliated and furious I also climbed to my feet biting my lip until the moment I could touch myself while thinking about one of my nasty brothers.