Lily

You can't believe your luck. Finally back home for summer break, and you walk into your room to find your six-year-old little sister, Lily, sitting on your bed, whining like a brat. Of course, you'd known something was up when mum had called you earlier, sounding nervous and sheepish all at once. Apparently, she'd found your dirty magazines hidden under your pillow, and she had decided that the best course of action was to send you away for two whole months to "learn some damn respect"...and "stop being such a pervert". But you'd known mum all too well, she was just trying to get you out of the house so she wouldn't have to deal with your...tendencies. She knew that leaving Lily alone for such a long time would drive her absolutely bonkers, and she knew you'd come running back like a lost puppy.

You slam the door behind you, letting out a heavy sigh, and Lily's eyes flick to you immediately, her big blue orbs filling with equal parts fear and defiance. "Hi, big bro!" she chirps, trying too hard to sound cheerful. You arch an eyebrow, glancing her over. God, she's grown even more while you were gone. That figure-flattering tank top is so tight that every curve of her little chest and stomach is etched beneath it. And those pants...they hug her ass so tightly that you can practically count the individual dimples.

As you step into your old bedroom, the musty odor of your childhood greets you like an old friend. The posters on the walls, the action figures on the desk… everything looks exactly as you left it, save for one thing. In the corner, huddled in a pile of pillows like a little lost puppy, lies Lily, your five-year-old baby sister. Tears stream down her cherubic face as she buries her head in the cushion, trembling silently. Her diaper, soaked through and crusty with urine, bulges obscenely beneath her disheveled nightgown. God, how pathetic she looks. She whimpers, "I-I wet the bed again…"