SIBLING RIVALRY

	Mark always had been a spoiled little brat. He would get away 
with everything he did and I, the older sister, would get punished 
for it. I, however, was more then a little tired of this little 
11-year-old making my life hell. It was his turn to pay. If he 
wanted to act like a baby, I was going to treat him like a baby. 
What he was unaware was I got a hold of some photos of him doing 
some things that I got blamed for. Sure, the punishments sucked. 
But what I got out of these photos was the perfect for negotiating 
blackmail with him. I also got a hold of some supplies which I 
would be using for him when the ideal moment when I could attain 
my revenge.
	My parents were going away for a week and they were leaving 
me in charge. I was ready to institute my revenge. An hour after 
they left he was busy making a mess, the twerp usually was. So I 
took that moment to lay down the ground rules. Determined to 
ensure his complete attention, I grabbed him from behind, forced 
him into it and tied his hands behind it to a chair. He started to 
scream, but I was ready with a stick of duct tape and used a piece 
to muffle his cries.
	"Now that I have your attention, kid, it is time to go over 
the ground rules: 1. You have in the past acted infantile and 
dweebish, so therefore you will be treated like a baby."
	He looked at me in shocked disbelief.
	"By treated like a baby I mean take naps, drink out of a 
bottle, eat baby food, sleep in a crib and wear diapers."
	He responded, "MMmmph..." which I pretty sure meant "just 
wait until mom and dad here about this."
	"Oh, I don't think you will be talking to them about anything 
that happened this week if you want these to remain secret."
	I pulled out the photos I had of him in the acts of 
destruction. His color turned to a shade of pale.
	"That's right, baby bro, you squeal to mom and dad and I give 
them these."
	He squirmed and tried to break loose but I was pretty good at 
tying knots.
	"Rule 2, you will use these diapers for their desired use, 
which means the toilets are off limits for a week. Rule 3, if you 
give me any trouble of any sort I will spank you."
	I took the photos upstairs and hid them from him. I then 
proceeded to go up to the attic and removed an old foldable crib 
and a changing pad and took then down to the living room. I set up 
the crib and put the changing pad on the floor. I then went and 
got the diaper supplies. I removed the tape from his mouth and he 
said, "Ow, you will never get away..." before I replaced it with a 
large pacifier which I tied in a ribbon gagging him effectively. I 
then untied his hands.
	"Get on the floor," I told him. He did as he was told. I 
stripped him of his jeans, then I removed his Jockey shorts. Being 
a part-time babysitter, I was familiar with how to diaper a baby. 
He stared in disbelief as I grabbed 2 cloth diapers and folded 
them together. I then powdered his butt and pulled the diapers 
over it. I grabbed two duck-headed diaper pins and securely 
fastened the diapers. I then went and got out a pair of plastic 
pants and pulled them over the diaper.
	"Time for a nap." I had him get in the crib. I then got my 
camera. "Smile", I said as I took as picture of my eleven year old 
brother in a crib wearing only a T-shirt and diaper. This week was 
going to be truly fun.

Part 2

	I could not believe how well things were going, my baby 
brother had become my "Baby Brother." To my surprise, he actually 
fell asleep (so I thought). I decided I would give him the full 
experience of second infancy. I went and fixed dinner and so it 
would look like baby food. I pre-mashed all of it and warmed him a 
baby bottle of milk. I finished up and went out to find he was not 
in his crib.
	"That little rug-rat, I'll make him regret this," I said as I 
proceeded to sneak upstairs. Luckily I had locked my room and hid 
my "picture collection in a safe spot". When I got upstairs I 
found him trying to get into my room.
	"Babies should not climb the stairs alone." He turned around, 
startled by my shout. I then noticed the front of his diaper was 
turning yellow.
	"Well, at least you remembered rule 2." I walked him 
downstairs. I had a high chair set up to put him in to further 
humiliate him. I put him in it and strapped him in. I then removed 
his pacifier and spoon-fed him his meal. After that I gave him the 
heated milk and had him drink. After he was done he asked, "Well 
aren't you going to change me?"
	"Why, you aren't that wet yet. I will change you when you are 
wetter or messy."
	"I can't believe even you could be this cruel, sis"
	"You haven't even seen your punishment for disobedience."
	"What is it?"
	"We are taking a little trip to the mall tomorrow" "That 
doesn't sound so bad" "You will be wearing diapers."
	"Please, not that."
	"You're lucky it is the first time. If you try anything else 
you won't be wearing pants over the diaper, now go play out back."
	I then forced him out back and locked him outside. He pounded 
on the door for a few minutes but I ignored him. I knew he wasn't 
going anywhere in his current condition. I cleaned up the kitchen. 
I thought about tomorrow. It would be fun to go shopping, and an 
added bonus to humiliate and shame my little brother.

Part 3

	Today I was planing a trip to the store, so it seemed perfect 
for a place to make Mark squirm. I had placed a slim Molicare on 
him for today. I then tossed him some clothes.
	"You can wear these, but if even a tape on that diaper is 
moved, the next time we go you be wearing nothing but a diaper."
	He seemed to have gotten the message as he put on the 
clothes. We then got into my car and started off for the mall. As 
we were driving off, he said, "Mark my words, sis, I will get you 
back for this," to which I replied, "Do you want the pacifier, 
too, baby brother?" I knew I had him in a checkmate and he knew it 
as well. I then went to meet up with my friends. My little brother 
went elsewhere, doing only God-knows-what (I would soon find out I 
should have kept a closer eye on him). We talked a while about 
this and that and the other, who had the nicest this and that and 
you know. When a security guard pulled me aside.
	"Please come with me."
	The guy was looking at me like I was some kind of shoplifter. 
He took me in the back and searched my purse and the pervert even 
searched my pants. After thoroughly searching me, the guard said, 
"Uh, I'm sorry ma'am, but we been having a lot of thefts and we 
were tipped off you looked like you were hiding something, so I 
had to check you, really, really sorry"
	"Who tipped you off?"
	"I'm not really supposed to say this, but it was a little 
boy..."
	When he said that I knew what I was going to do next. I went 
and grabbed him. He looked scared which made me feel really good 
about what I was going to do next. He begged and pleaded for me 
not to reveal his secret but I knew just what to do to retaliate 
to such an infantile prank. I took him into a dressing room at 
J.C. Penney.
	"What are you going to do now?" he asked with a stutter.
	"Just this." I yanked off his pants and put them in my purse, 
leaving him there with nothing but a diaper.
	"You can't leave me here like this," he whined.
	"I'll be back in 3 to 4 months," I sarcastically replied. I 
then continued with my shopping. God this was the best idea I ever 
came up with.

Part 4

	I was still pissed at the brat though. He very nearly got me 
arrested with that little stunt he pulled earlier. Leaving him 
trapped in that stall with no pants was just the beginning of what 
I had in store for him. But I was not going to let on what my 
plans were yet. I later went back and gave him his pants back.
	"You mean you are not still mad?" he asked.
	"Nah..." I said, "You were just trying to pull a joke, I 
can't hold that against you."
	He blushed showing that he bought my story. When we got home 
I had him go out back and play while I made preparations for my 
next punishment. What could be worse then being forced back into 
diapers? How about losing control of your bowels? Well, Mark was 
going to find out after that glass of milk when those laxatives 
kick in. I called him in for dinner. He ate it not suspecting that 
the milk would help with more then just swallowing that food. 
After dinner I carried him out to the family room. I tore off his 
clothes and put him in a footed sleeper I found at the mall.
	"What are you doing?" he demanded before I shoved his 
pacifier back in his mouth.
	"Just a little practical joke is all," I said as I tied the 
ribbon around the back of his head holding it in place. I then put 
him in his crib and using some rope tied both of his hands to bars 
on opposite sides of the crib. I then grabbed his legs and did the 
same. I waited for a few moments waiting for a sign that the 
laxative had kicked in. After a while his "mmphs" got more 
desperate and I saw him struggling to break free (It was a metal 
crib). This went on a few minutes and then the telltale smell 
alerted me the laxative had done the trick.
	"That laxative will take a while to wear off so I'll be back 
in a couple of hours to change you." It was then that I saw the 
downside to my plan.

Part 5 

	While I was out walking, I thought of what I did and it was 
kind of cruel and I guess I was a little ashamed of myself for 
doing it, but he did try to get me in trouble and I did have to 
respond. He was now my responsibility. I thought maybe I should 
just forgive, after all he is just a kid. It was then I walked 
into Brian August, the hottest guy in school. He was 6'3", brown 
hair built like a Greek god.
	"Sorry, I didn't see you," I said feeling stupid. Of course I 
didn't, looking at the ground.
	"Well at least it wasn't a phone booth," he responded. My 
God, Brian August was concerned about me. All I could do was blush 
and giggle as he walked away. God, I must have looked like a 
dweeb. But to my suprise he turned around and said, "I'm having a 
party tonight, want to come?"
	"Sure," I said, forgetting of my prior responsibilities. I 
went and talked with friends, had a few drinks, then I remembered 
Mark. I started to go towards the door.
	"Where are you going?"
	"Oh, I left my kid brother home and I promised him I'd be 
back by 10."
	"Need a lift?" God, he is always thinking of others.
	"Sure" He drove me to my house.
	"Thank you."
	"Oh it wasn't any trouble, I better get back though before 
the guys start puking on the floor." God, he is smart.
	"I'll see you later."
	"Ok, bye," as he drove off. I then ran in the door. I could 
smell him as I got in the door.
	"Oh shit, I'm sorry Mark."
	"MMMPH!!!..." was the response I got. I removed the pacifier 
form his mouth. He immediately responded, "Jess, I'm sorry, I 
promise to not give you any more trouble, pleaeeese untie me."
	"I'm sorry, little bro, this was a pretty bad trick to play," 
I said as I untied him. "I'm going to stop the punishment. I won't 
harass you any more with these stupid rules. Please forgive me."
	"Okay, Is it over now?"
	"Yes, now go upstairs, and take a shower you smell like sh... 
you know."
	While he was showering, I started to get together all the 
baby supplies back in thee attic. About an hour after he went to 
bed. I hear him coming down the stairs. He came downstairs in 
brown and yellow stained Underoos (no those were not the colors on 
them) and announced, "I pooped myself" Maybe I packed them up a 
little prematurely.

The End