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Nursery Prison - Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-09-20 21:00:00 +0000 UTCIt wasn’t long at all before Mary started complaining about things around her sister’s house. Her favorite new catchphrase became “This was better at the mansion.” Charlotte worked hard not to show it, but she was quite insulted by her sister’s lack of generosity. She’d opened up her home to her and was treating it like a dump. Which to be honest, it definitely was not a dump. The apartment she lived in was gorgeous. A two story place in one of the much nicer areas of the city. It had been a 21st birthday present from their parents to Charlotte who had let that purchase slide, but decorated it with all of her own much humbler furniture.
Charlotte tried her hardest to give her sister the benefit of the doubt, and tried to remember that she’d come from the same weird upbringing that she’d been through. She tried to be patient with her and offer to help her find a job, but her sister wasn’t having any of it.
Their parents left her with a hefty amount of emergency money, but she ended up spending it pretty quickly on getting cute new wallpaper for her room, some new clothes, and to Charlotte’s embarrassment when she saw the boxes in the garbage, some new sex toys. (She’d been forced to leave all her old ones in her haste to leave the mansion.)
“It’s not like I’ll be able to get much here anyways,” Mary mumbled to herself in her meticulously refurnished new room. “Not with my sister about all the time.” She was amusing herself by putting her new and old sexy toys on her stuffed animals, fantasizing about the boys she much preferred were putting these things on her.
After almost two and a half weeks of this, Charlotte was having enough. She had tried to give her sister a little time, a week at the most to get over what her parents had done. Now though, she clearly had no intention of doing what they had said and finding a job. Charlotte desperately tried to encourage her to do so, but Mary just ignored her and went to the mall instead, quickly burning through all of the emergency money their parents had given her. Charlotte knew at this point she couldn’t have very much of it remaining. It wasn’t long before Charlotte only had one idea left.
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“What are we doing here Charlotte?” Mary complained, her pink hair swaying back and forth on her head as she followed her older sister into the daycare she owned.
“I told you, you’re going to be doing something different today. The two of them were dressed quite differently despite Charlotte warning her sister to dress comfortably. Charlotte was in a pair of yoga pants and a comfy shirt with minimal makeup and her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. Meanwhile, despite her sister’s warning, Mary had curled and styled her hair, gave herself a full makeover, and had worn one of her nicest dresses. (Which was pretty typical for the fashionista.) Charlotte noticed that Mary had dyed her hair again, slightly differently than it had been before, but she didn’t mention it.
Mary followed her sister into the establishment and was quickly overwhelmed by the irritating sounds and obvious smells of the daycare. There was whining and crying and shouting, and it smelled like glue, baby powder, and she didn’t even want to think what else. How could her sister actually want to work in and own a place like this? Children were disgusting!
“Okay sister,” Charlotte said, “I’m gonna go check on my staff real quick and make sure everything’s going smoothly. Then I’ll come back and I can explain why you’re here.”
As Mary watched her older sister walk away, she was praying the reason they were here was so that Charlotte could shut this place down and turn it into an agency that could help them start a fashion line. She knew that wasn’t the case, but as she squeezed her butt into a chair obviously meant for a toddler she liked to think that it was.
Mary sat by herself for a good three minutes, already bored out of her mind before she heard a small voice say, “Hi, what’s your name?”
Irritated by whoever interrupted her thoughts, Mary looked down to see a tiny little girl smiling at her, no older than 3 or so. She was about the same height as Mary while she was sitting down.
“None of your business kid, leave me alone.” Mary snapped, hoping that would be enough to scare her off. Her words didn’t seem to faze her at all though.
“Wanna play?” The girl asked in a voice so cheerful it made Mary want to barf.
“No little girl. Go away. I don’t want to play with you.” As the girl wiggled in place with her endless toddler energy, Mary got peaks of a pull-up hiding underneath her dress. “Especially little girls who still have accidents in their pants like a baby.” Mary mumbled that last part under her breath, but hadn’t really cared too much if the girl heard her.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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