[#204] Good Girls

I glared at Joslyn with every bit of hate and resentment I could muster.  I had been Daddy's Little Girl for years - he had dated lots of other girls, for nights he wanted to go out and be mature with another adult, but I was always at home waiting for him.  He had brought a couple of home, but never with the intention of adding them to our family.  It was already perfect with just the two of us... until Joslyn.  I had no idea what she said to him on their dates, I had no idea what made him want another baby, but I hated her.  This was all her fault.

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Emmie and I were in matching outfits!  Two thick diapers, frilly tops... though hers was pink and mine was yellow.  We looked so cute together!  Like real sisters, I imagined.  I never had a sister, not until Emmie.  Daddy kissed us both on the forehead and went off to make breakfast.  I smiled happily at him and Emmie gave me a sour look.

"I'm so excited to have a big sister," I told her with a smile.

"Big sister?" she asked.

"...well, you're clearly older than me." I mean, she was!  Probably three or four years.  It was an innocuous comment, I didn't think she would attack me!

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I had been his Princess for YEARS and this brat wanted me to be her Big Sister?  It wasn't fair.  I was Daddy's Little Girl!  I was the favorite!  If I were the Big Sister, I'd have to take care of her.  I'd have to help change her, and she'd get all of the attention.  I had to be the Little Sister, I had to.

I glared at her, wishing I could hurt her with my mind, when she just gave me this little smirk.  This tiny smile that said, Ha ha, I'm going to take him from you.

And I couldn't take it.

I saw red.

And I launched myself at her, knocking her out of her chair and sending both of our seats clattering as I landed on top of her, my diaper pressing against hers.

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I started to wail, kicking and fighting Emmie with all my might.  But it was Daddy that pulled us apart.  I stood shaking with tears on my cheeks, and Emmie turned away in irritation.

"If you two can't get along, I'll help you."

Help us...?  Suddenly, Emmie and I were on the same page.  We both looked nervous.

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Daddy wasn't the type to make an empty threat.  I had been quite a handful when he first explained to me how I was supposed to be his baby.  It seemed a lifetime ago, but I remember throwing tantrums over the locked bathroom door, over my panties disappearing to make way for diapers.  Diapers that Joslyn was stealing from me now.

But that anger took a back seat to the fear I was feeling as he marched us both over to the punishment corner and put our noses to the walls.

"You are going to be good girls and stand perfectly still, aren't you?"

I nodded.  I couldn't see Joslyn.  Part of me hoped she'd run, that she'd fight back, that he would punish her much, much worse than me.  I wanted to watch her cry.

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"I didn't do anything wrong!" I shouted, tears in my eyes. "She's a meanie!  She did this!"

But Daddy punished us all the same.  He stuck us in the corner and bound our wrists behind our backs.  Then he put pacifier gags in our mouths to keep us quiet.  And finally - probably the worst part - he leashed Emmie and I together, so I had to stand very close to my new sister.  It wasn't fair... it wasn't fair!  But this was my life now, and I didn't get a say anymore...