Clean up

You decide to clean her up. It’s too much work for your comfort, but it’s better than getting caught the next morning and having your parents make a fuss trying to figure out who **** your sister. Besides, she can still get pregnant from this even if you clean it up... right? Well, maybe you should have paid a little more attention during sex ed. instead of telling weird jokes about ovaries and vagina.

You plunge your fingers into your sister’s gaping hole, scrape out your cum, and put her panties back on. Then something strikes you - the stain on the bedsheet. You throw her blanket to the side and examine the stain. It really does look like she pissed herself while sleeping. You snap another picture of her before walking away, leaving the door wide open.

*

The next morning, you wake up to the sound of your mom hollering at your sister. You rub your sleepy eyes and trudge out of your room, not entirely sure what’s going on.

“Be ashamed of yourself, missy! What are you, a preschooler? I thought you learned your potty lesson years ago!”

Oh, so she is actually getting in trouble for the stain. You laugh to yourself before putting on a fake frown and stomping out to the living room.

“Mom, you’re too loud. Keep it down for god’s sake.”

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I was so mad, I didn’t notice I was... Sorry, I’ll be quiet.”

Your mother’s voice softens as soon as she sees your “angry” face and apologizes several times before hissing at your sister under her breath. What a turn of the tables, you think. You’ve never thought you would hear the word “sorry” from her in your life, especially after chastising her for being too loud. You flop into the couch and watch in amusement as Crystal listens quietly to your mom, clearly embarrassed from her childish mistake.

Just then, Donald walks out of his room.

“What’s going on here?”

“I’m so sorry, darling. Did I wake you up, too? Our little missy here pissed herself in sleep last night, so I was scolding her for that.”

Donald looks at Crystal, the stained blanket, and back at her. He walks up to the embarrassed girl and holds her chin up, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes.

“If she still doesn’t know how to use the bathroom properly, a few words won’t fix it.”

“Then what should we do, darling?”

“She needs to be punished.”