A surprising diaper change

Samantha went into the kitchen, to make a cup of coffee but also get something blended up for Gina.

Tom was holding his nose as he approached Gina's play area. Gina was so happy to finally get changed that she managed to get up to crawl and got to the baby gate.

Tom wanted to delay having to change his sister so much that after opening the gate he helped her stand up, planning to help her walk all the way to her changing table. The swollen diaper having droplets of urine getting pressed through it, leaving a trail as she toddled step-by-step to her nursery.

The nursery at least smelled nice, baby powder and fabric softener filling the space. She was helped over to sit on the moving seat of her changing table. She ungracefully went splat on the seat, she was about to get changed and has been stuck in the messy diaper for so long already, it truly didn't matter to her.

The seat raised up and she laid down.

Tom was still trying to put off changing his 19 year old sister's diaper, having been able to dodge earlier changes and bath times. He was digging around, found wipes, powder, a diaper with rainbows on it, the rash cream, he figured he could just keep rustling through the drawers. He hoped to find ear plugs but for his nose, maybe a clothes pin. Or eye bleach. Maybe regular bleach to do shots of after?

No luck. He had the supplies out, the suckling sound of Gina still using her pacifier. Tom took a deep breath away from the table and held it as he turned back to face his sister's groin.

He hesitantly pulled the first tape, but found if he kept at this pace he would need to breathe again. So he hurried up pulling the next three, pulling the front out. A stench exuding mud was caked all over his sister's pelvis. It was disgusting, did it even go in her vagina? He took a wipe and started the disgusting work, using several wipes as he tried to not let his skin touch any of the shit.

Gina was ecstatic, feeling cool air start to calm her skin, the cold wipes were refreshing after being stuck in a dirty diaper for several hours. Tom was constantly turning away in an attempt to get fresh air, but the open diaper gave him no quarter as he slowly did the work. He pushed her legs back and **** the diaper out, now having to clean her ass one handed.

He did a decent job, if wasteful, having gone through 1/3 to 1/2 of Gina's pack of bigger wipes. Then he wrapped a wipe around his finger as he now had to make sure there was no shit up her vagina.

Gina suddenly stopped sucking on her pacifier. The cold wipe went past her labias, the most direct sexual contact that she has had for weeks. He was curling his finger to wipe the vaginal walls.

Tom suddenly yanked his hand away, thinking Gina was peeing on him. It was actually her first orgasm in so long, she was squirting, huffing around the pacifier to catch her breath.

Did Gina just get finger blasted by her own brother AND liked it? God she was disgusted with herself, but wanted him to put that finger back.

He wiped up the new wet spot and silently gagged, now having to apply rash cream to the pink-ish skin now covering his sister's pelvis. He started rubbing the cream in, laying it on thick as he didn't really want to rub to spread it, but now Gina was getting wiggly and squirming. He stopped, and started binding her into the cuffs to get her to stay in place.

For Gina, this was playing out like so many bdsm fantasies she has had, granted they never featured her brother changing her diaper, but here she was, edging toward another orgasm knowing her brother wasn't done putting on more rash cream.

Tom got her ass done, white goop now filling in her crack, as again, he doesn't want to touch his sister's asshole, so just her pubic mound was left. He scooped up more rash cream and smeared it over her vagina. Not realising he was dragging a finger over her needy clit. Gina seemingly pissed at him again.

Gina's back arched, toes curled, she couldn't move much and now she was biting on the solid rubber nipple of her pacifier as she came again at her brother's hands. But now it was over, a diaper got pushed under her, adjusted a few times, and taped up without powder. The sticky rash cream still so thick that it was practically glueing the diaper onto her.

The door suddenly opened, "What is taking so long, I have her din din ready." Said her mom, interrupting them. "That isn't how you roll a diaper up no wonder it still stinks in here, Tom, watch." She said and showed himhow to really seal up tje diaper and how her diaper genie worked to lock the stink in.