I've known my sister-in-law, M. for over 8 years now. We've been through a lot together. I remember when I first met her. Missy and I had driven down to South Carolina to spend a few days there with her, and her family. She made me feel welcome right away. She had a certain nurturing, take-charge nature that I immediately felt comfortable with.
She's very much a mother hen. She's at her happiest when she's taking care of other people. She and I often compete for the title of Champion for Missy. Sometimes, joyfully, I lose, too.
M. spreads that caretaking affection and energy to others besides her sister. Over a year ago she came to live with us, when she was leaving her now ex-husband. Not too long after that I came down with a big giant whopper of a cold, that knocked me out for days. She was an awesome caregiver, bringing me healthy, luxurious meals in bed, and treating me like a king.
A great thing about her too is that she's very open-minded, tolerant, and ready for new experiences. She knew long before I told her, that I was an ageplayer, and has never expressed anything but support about it.
In fact, one of the funnier experiences that arose from her moving in with us happened about a week after she moved in. She was still getting acclimated to living with us, and being in a part of the country she was accustomed to only visiting. It was in those raw days where she was still shaking off the trauma of escaping a bad marriage in what had become a toxic home.
She was really looking for ways to contribute to our house, so she did the things that Missy and I hadn't had the time to do since we moved in - she unpacked all our art and hung it around the house, and began to organize and optimize all sorts of things, including...
my diapers. Yep.
She made this whole "baby care" station by the side of our bed, repurposing a set of plastic drawers we had used to go to Camp Crucible. I came home to find it stocked with diapers, powder, wipes, and all the other miscellaneous paraphenalia that go into taking care of me when I am little.
I had two seperate-but-equally-strong reactions to this.
That second one was because I wasn't used to my vanilla sister-in-law being so a part of, so inside, my kink life. Knowing was one thing, but putting away my diapers was entirely something else.
We both had a good laugh about it.
We've been through a lot together, M. and I. We've stood by each other through thick and thin. I'm glad she's family to me.