Page 19 of Lilly's Little Labor Day

He held her for a few minutes—maybe longer, he didn’t really know—gently swaying and reassuring her that everything would be okay. She clung tightly to him. Her tears soaked through his expensive shirt.

“You know I won’t judge you. I’m your big brother,” he said.

He hated saying that. That wasn’t the term he wanted to use at all.

I’m your Daddy.

Mmm. It seemed so right. So natural. Yet it was anything but natural. Right? True, they weren’t blood. They weren’t even babies when their parents had gotten together. But she was still his little sister. He was her big brother.

He wasn’t Daddy.

Yet he couldn’t stop himself. That sweet, precious Little needed love and comfort. He cared about her too much to leave her to her humiliation and sorrow.

“Do you need help getting a diaper on?” he asked in a low, sweet voice.

She shook her head. “I… d-don’t need a d-diaper,” she stammered.

He chuckled. “You do. You’re going to sleep in one. After the stress of today, I want you settling into bed without a care in the world. That includes getting up to go potty. Now, you have a lot of cute, pretty options in here. Pick the one you want.”

She sniffled but eventually pulled away from him and obeyed.

Her default nature, he thought. This cutie can’t resist Daddy.

Dude, seriously—stop it! Get yourself together!

She turned to show him the diaper she’d selected—a pink and white one that depicted smiling fairies and unicorns.

“Aww,” he said. “A cute nappy for a cute girl. Do you need help, honey?”

Stop freaking calling her honey!

Heat radiated off Edward. There was the cutest woman in the world, looking up at him through sweet and bashful eyes, holding her diaper.

How the hell can I resist her?

“You can’t see my princess parts!” she said with a giggle.

Pre-cum seeped into his boxer-briefs.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

“It wouldn’t be any big deal,” he said, trying to act as casually as possible. “Just taking care of you.”

Dude, brothers don’t take care of their sisters like that. Stop.

“I can manage,” she said. “Thank you.”

He nodded. “Get dressed and then I’ll read you a story. How about that?”

Even that was going too far, but he had to indulge a little.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

Edward smiled, liking the what he’d just heard.

He was almost out the door, leaving to afford her some privacy, when she called out again.

“Edward?”

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