Sabotage - Chapter 22

After an awkward, quiet dinner, Robert suggested that the whole family should watch a movie together. Having no other plans or excuses to decline the offer, Serina and Breanna reluctantly agreed. Everyone grabbed some snacks, a blanket and gathered around the TV for a movie. Robert, doing his best to lighten the mood, put on Happy Gilmore. Serina was a big fan, and her dad knew it, but Breanna was less than impressed.

Breanna was sitting behind Serina, and as Serina got more into the movie, she leaned forward, revealing the waistband of her diaper under her PJ bottoms. Already drifting from the movie, Breanna quickly took notice of the white padding glaring up at her. She bit her lip, so tempted to trigger an accident. Jessica was sitting next to Breanna, eyes glued to the screen, and Breanna took a casual look over to see if she had noticed her staring at the back of Serina’s pants. Breanna’s heart began to flutter, amping herself up to letting those magic words leave her lips.

‘She’s already onto you, don’t do it. Let it be, and do the new track tonight,’ Breanna thought, but Serina shifted her position, and the diaper became more visible than ever. There was something so perfectly humiliating about it to Breanna. Serina sat there on the floor, her whole attention glued to a movie while her pants slide around to reveal she can’t control her bladder or bowels. She looked so childish, so careless, and Breanna loved it. It was exactly what she wanted to see, exactly what she needed to see, to get up and speak.

“This movie’s a stinker; I’m gonna go to bed,” She said while standing.

“It’s only 9, and there are only 40 minutes left; cant you stay till it’s done?” Jessica asked.

“I’m just not that interested, sorry,” Breanna turned to leave, but Robert piped up.

“Oh god, what’s that smell?” He asked, waving his hand in front of his nose. Suddenly Jessica smelt it too, and it even hit Breanna on her way out.

“Smells like poo!” Jessica said, plugging her nose and pausing the movie. Robert looked at Serina, who was sat perfectly still and staring at the floor.

“Rina...don’t tell me…” he said as he realized what just happened. Serina stood in fury and turned, pointing a finger at Breanna.

“See? What did you do now, huh? I was minding my own business until you got up, and suddenly I’m pushing shit into my pants without control. So what did you do?!” Serina demanded.

“I didn’t do anything; I was just leaving…” Breanna said calmly, kicking herself in her head in regret.

“Bullshit Brea, I didn’t even need to shit before you started getting up. So what do you do, huh? Are you spiking my food? My drink? Or is this some freaky mind control shit?”

“Mind control? Do be serious,” Breanna mocked.

“Girls, enough!” Robert boomed.

“No, I’m sick of this; she’s doing something I-”

“ENOUGH!” Robert stood and silenced the room. After a short pause, he continued. “Breanna, go to your room. Serina, get cleaned up, have a shower, and then to your room too.”

Jessica stood up next to Robert. “Actually Breanna, we need to talk first. Then you can go to your room.”

There was a hesitant pause before Serina waddled her way past Breanna and into the bathroom, giving her sister a death-glare as she passed. Robert started turning off the movie and putting the snacks away as Jessica approached Breanna.

“Tell me you have nothing to do with this, Breanna,” she demanded.

“What? How could I-” Breanna started.

“This whole thing is getting out of control. You two had a union for maybe 24 hours, only to be at each other’s throats again. Your sister is in diapers. Tell me you don’t have anything to do with that.”

Breanna paused for a moment before whispering, “No.”

“No what? No you don’t have anything to do with this?”

“Yeah, no…” Breanna looked at the floor, almost cowering.

“Even mildly. Even if you did pour water down her pants or on her bed that night. Nothing? You have had no part in this ‘Serina Accidents’ saga?”

“Nothing…”

“Mhm. Well. I will tell you this: In life, it always comes back around. So consider your own consequences if you are lying. If you’re not, and I don’t have any evidence to prove you are lying, then maybe instead of agitating Serina more, you need to be supporting her through this.”

“How am I the agitator? You saw how she reacted just then! All she does is agitate! It’s her specialty!”

“Breanna.”

“No, I’m sick of being told I have to get along with her. She’s horrible to me. She planted those drugs in my room and stopped me from seeing a boy I really like, and you ate that up like it was nothing. I’ve never done drugs in my life before mom; you know that. You sure as hell instill the fear of God if I did do any, even if they are legal.”

“Serina said she heard you that night. Drunk and high. That boy was a bad influence.”

“He is not, I was not high, and there’s no way she could have heard me.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because she was fast asleep! I saw her!”

“Just because you saw her asleep doesn’t mean she was asleep; maybe you woke her up while you were stumbling in.”

“There is no way she was awake!”

“How can you know for sure?”

“Because I… I just know mom.”

“Right now, it’s her word against yours, and your only defence is that you ‘saw her sleeping’. Heck, I’ve ‘seen you sleeping’ hundreds of times when I knew you were awake.”

“I’m over this,” Breanna began to storm off.

“You’d know if she was asleep if you had been in her room,” Jessica said, stopping Breanna, who slowly turned around. “She would’ve had to have been asleep if you were to pour water on her, hmm?”

Breanna’s heart raced as her mom came dangerously close to the truth. She couldn’t even respond; she just shook her head and walked to her room, slamming the door.

It took a long time for Breanna to calm down and for her thoughts to stop running so fast. Serina had been in the shower cleaning up her messy accident, but she had heard some of the argument, mainly the last bit where Breanna failed to deny she was in her room. Of course, Serina already knew this to be true but was interested to hear her get so close to admitting it.

As usual, Breanna stayed up late, waiting for Serina to turn on her audio and go to sleep. She was ready with her playlist of hypnosis files, this time with the full-incontinence included. Once the anger wore off, a small moment of guilt overwhelmed her. She considered her mom’s words, saying it would come back around. It was like, she didn’t know why she did it. Why she wanted to inflict this kind of embarrassment onto Serina, it was like an addiction. Breanna was addicted to making Serina wet herself, mess herself, wear diapers. She knew it was wrong, but the high was so good—the high when she watched the liquid flow down her leg, or the back of her pants sag. Even the high of knowing the diaper is under her clothes, filling up because of her. When she knew Serina was asleep, she hesitated before connecting her iPad.

‘I have to do this one,’ she thought. ‘If I don’t, Serina will know the accidents were because of me. She needs to start having them on her own, away from me. This is the last one, though...the last one…’

“Connected to: Breanna’s iPad.”