Another night, another visit from Vanessa

Tomorrow would be better, she told herself. Tomorrow she would wake up dry and everything would go back to normal.

Once Lauren had finally fallen into a deep sleep, Vanessa followed her usual routine, sneaky into Lauren’s room. This time, she hadn’t bothered with the warm water. The last 2 days showed she could coax Lauren into wetting on her own now without the extra help. In fact, it almost seemed like Lauren had been waiting for her to come, her sleeping face clearly distressed, trying her best to hold back the flood.

“Nessa…” Lauren whispered in her sleep. It had been her nickname when they were younger, when they were closer. Before Lauren decided to start tormenting her.

"I'm right here," Vanessa whispered, carefully pulling the sheet back to watch her sister squirm. Lauren's face was scrunched in concentration, her legs pressed tightly together beneath the childish diaper. "Look at you, trying so hard to hold it all in. That must be so stressful for you."

Lauren's head moved slightly on the pillow, a small nod that made Vanessa's lips curl into a smile.

"I'm trying hard..." Lauren murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

"I know you are," Vanessa cooed, leaning closer. "But you don't have to try anymore. It's okay to just relax and let it all go." She watched Lauren's face, the moonlight casting shadows across her features. "You don't need to hold it. That's what your diaper is for, isn't it?"

Lauren's brow furrowed, her body tensing as she fought against her own urges.

"Be a good girl and just let go," Vanessa encouraged, her voice honey-sweet. "Let it all out. Show me what a good little bedwetter you are."

The change was almost immediate. The tension in Lauren's face slowly melted away. Her legs unclenched, and a soft sigh escaped her lips as a quiet hiss filled the silence as her diaper darkened, the cartoon pattern disappearing beneath a spreading yellow stain.

Vanessa watched with rapt fascination, a thrill of triumph coursing through her. "That's it," she praised, unable to keep the satisfaction from her voice. "Soak your diaper like the baby you are. You’re such a good girl. I'm so proud of you for not fighting it anymore, for accepting what you are."

Lauren's lips curved into a peaceful smile, her body completely relaxed now that she'd released the contents of her bladder into her waiting diaper. She looked... content. Happy, even. Like she'd been craving this approval.

"Thank you, Nessa," Lauren mumbled, her voice small and childlike.

Vanessa froze, a rush of emotions flooding through her so intensely she had to press a hand to her mouth to keep from making a sound. Her tormentor, her cruel older sister who had made her life hell for years, was thanking her for encouraging her to wet herself like a toddler, for giving her permission to stop holding her bladder. The surge of power, of vindication, was dizzying.

"Love you," Lauren added softly, turning onto her side.

The words hit Vanessa like a physical blow. How long had it been since Lauren had said those words to her? First grade, maybe second? Back when Lauren would hold her hand on the way to school, would stand up to bullies for her, would brush her hair and help with her homework. Before something had changed, hardened in her sister, turning her from protector to tormentor. Before the cruelty.

For a moment, Vanessa saw that little girl again, the protective big sister who'd made her feel safe. What had happened to change her so completely?

She pulled the sheet back up over Lauren's sleeping form and quietly left the room, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions.