Chapter 1

Hi, I'm Greg. My brother, crazy sister, and I grew up in a trailer park in southern Illinois. Mom tried to potty train us boys when my brother, JR, was 2 ½ and I was 1 ½. It didn't work too well, particularly for my brother. He would be mostly dry during the day but wet every night. We were always looking for any shred of approval from our parents so I soon picked up on it and was dry by the time I was two. JR was not. When he went to kindergarten JR was still wet many nights and peed his pants when he took a nap at school. As punishment he would be spanked (we got spanked for everything) and had to wear only his wet underpants until they dried out. During the summer and weekends that meant wearing them until after lunch. If he wet at school he was usually in wet underpants until close to bedtime.

We were always jealous of any attention the other one got and I always wanted to be like my older brother. When he would be wondering around Saturday morning in only underpants, I would try to do the same. Mom yelled at me, "Get dressed and go play outside."

"But I want stay inside in underwear with JR," I'd respond.

"No! He is being punished. Put you pants back on and go play!" And I would head outside sulking; not even thinking JR would have rather been outside, too.

Things began to change for me when JR started going to school. I was really jealous of him getting to go somewhere I couldn't and the time Mom spent with him. At first he did wet at school because he was too excited to really sleep at naptime. But after about a week of going to school he was relaxed enough that he would sleep during naptime and then he would pee. When he came home with wet pants he got stripped to his underpants and spanked. In some weird way I wanted that attention and took off my pants so I could be like my big brother! My Mom wouldn't let me, "Put on your pants, he's only in his underwear because he peed! And because he wet all week at school he's going to spend in entire weekend in wet underpants." And he did. All weekend he spent inside with Mom making sure he only peed in his underpants, while I played outside by myself. At this something unconsciously clinked in my brain (I don't remember making a conscious decision about it).

The following Monday morning I woke up wet! I hadn't been wet for over 2 ½ years—over half my life! I was scared; I didn't know what to do. So I stayed in bed. After mom sent JR off to school she came in our room. "Get up, I want to change the sheets." As she said this she pulled back my covers and was shocked to see me wet. "Not you too, no you don't!" She pulled me from the bed, pulled off the pjs and really spanked me hard. Even though I was crying, I was proud to be like my brother. When he came home from his half day of kindergarten he was surprised to find me still in damp underpants, "What happened to you?" With a sneer I told him, "I wet the bed." "Good, now you know what is like." "Yeah, I do," I said as if I didn't mind.

At first I didn't wet the bed very much. Thinking back on it, it seemed I wet only when JR got to do something that I did not get to do. At first it was just big things, like getting birthday presents, going to parties at school, and stuff like that. The morning after he got whatever the special attention was, I was wet. As far as I can tell it still was not intentional, though. It was about this time my dad walked out on us. I remember him saying, "I can't stand living with these two pee babies in a house that smells like a toilet." That is when the wetting really increased. Any little thing set me off. By the time I was in first grade and my brother was in second, my bed was wet 4 to 5 times a week and his was wet almost every night. By then I was stuck; no matter what we tried we kept wetting. And this continued for years.

Chapter 2

Our bedwetting stayed pretty much the same for the next five years. JR wet most every night and I was wet 4 to 5 nights a week. Even though we wet this much nobody in the trailer park knew. Nobody, that is, until I started 5th grade. Just before we started school that fall a new guy moved into the wreck of a trailer two lots down from us. He was starting graduate school at the university. My sister didn't like him right from the start and called him Mr. Ugly-weirdo. She was (and still is) pretty fat and ugly herself and called anything she didn't like ugly to bring it down to her level. But he was weird. He had lots of strange plants and he had parrots in his trailer. And I wanted to see those birds!

One day I was walking home from the bus and I saw the new neighbor outside working with one of his plants. This was my chance; I walked up and said, "Hi. What's ya doin?"

"Hi, I'm repotting this cactus. You're the kid from over there, aren't you?" nodding in the direction on my trailer. "Yeah, I'm Greg. Who are you?" He answered, "Bob," and kept on potting the plant. He didn't seem interested in talking any more, but I want to see those birds in his place. I had become a real Dennis the Menace-type, and was sure the trailer park owners had warned him about not letting JR and me in to scare the birds. But I wanted to see those birds.

By this time I hadn't peed since lunch and I thought maybe he would let me in to use the bathroom. That way I could see the birds.

"I gotta pee," I said.

"So go home and pee."

"Mom locks the door when she is goes to work," I lied, "so we won't mess up the house when we get home from school. Can I use your bathroom?" By this time I did have to go and I was holding my dick. Bob had finished potting the cactus. He looked me in the eye and said, "No. Just wet your pants."

I couldn't believe what I had heard. "What?" I said.

"Why don't you just wet your pants?" Bob said again, "It's just like wetting your bed. You do wet your bed, don't you?"

I couldn't believe it! How did he know? I was so surprised I probably would have wet my pants if I wasn't still holding my dick. I just said the first thing that came into my head. "Not as much as my brother!" Bob smiled.

Oh SHIT! I had really screwed up now. Not only had I confirmed I was a bed wetter, but I told Bob my brother was one, too. And that was against our promise. Many years ago we had been fighting in a store while visiting Grandma. We started calling each other names, and as we ran out of names we continued with "Peehead" "Bedwetter!" "You wet more than me." By this time we stopped everyone in the store knew. In a few hours everyone in the whole town knew. And for the rest of our visit other kids would tease us and adults would tell Grandma how to make us stop wetting. So we made this agreement that we would never tell anyone or call each other those names, no matter how big a fight we had. And now I broke it and the new guy knows we wet!

"How did you know?"

"Oh, your brother told me," Bob said.

"What? I'll get him," I said and ran home as much to pound him as to pee. As soon as I was done peeing I found JR in our bedroom. "You told Bob I wet the bed!" I yelled.

My brother looked surprised, "No I didn't, who's Bob?"

"Yes you did. The new guy."

"No, I never talked to him."

"Well, he knows and he said you told him."

"What?"

"Bob, told me to wet my pants if I had to pee because it was the same as me wetting my bed." This argument went on for a long time, as I recall, until we decided we had been duped by Bob. So we both went back to his house.

Bob saw us coming and called out, "Hi, guys!"

"Hey, I never told you we wet," said JR, "how did you know?"

Bob smiled even more, "I was checking out plants behind the trailer park and saw your matrices out drying in the sun. It was pretty obvious. Hi, I'm Bob," he said to JR.

By this time we were standing there like whipped puppies. We realized our wetting had been advertised to the whole world when Mom aired out our beds and the fight was all out of us. I did know what else to do so I just asked, "Can we see your birds?"

"Sure, you can, but first I want you to answer some questions..." He wanted to know all about the wetting.

So we told him everything. That JR has never really been dry. That I started wetting the bed at 4. That Mom used to spank us and make us just wear wet underpants as punishment, until it hurt her hand too much to spank us and every chair had stains on them. Now she just doesn't seem to care. That our older sister teases us about it, but none of our friends know we wet. (Of course, now we weren't too sure about the last thing.)

"Ok," Bob said, "You can come in and see the birds. But if you misbehave or bother the birds I will tell your friends you wet your beds. Deal?"

"Deal." And that is how we met Bob. After that we went over and visited him a lot. He always asked us about the wetting, but he always let us see the birds and never told anyone about us being bedwetters.

Chapter 3

The Friday after Christmas vacation was over I got home from school to find the trailer cold. This was typical. The pilot light in the heater would regularly go out. But Mom would not let us light it (we were dangerous enough without adding matches and propane), so I plugged in the heat tapes to keep the pipes from freezing and went over to Bob's house to stay warm and see his birds. JR, my brother showed up soon after. Bob asked us how the wetting was going and we admitted that since Christmas we had both pretty much soaked the bed every night (that was a lot for even me). Bob said, "don't worry, you guys are OK, wet or not." That was why we liked Bob so much.

We played with the parrots for a long time. And it was getting close to dinnertime when we saw Mom's car go by and we headed home. When we got home my stupid older sister was bitching about the cold and Mom had her head nearly under the heater trying to get it lighted. When Cathy saw us all she said was, "What did you two shits do to the heater, it won't light." She started toward us, but Mom told her to leave us alone and said she was calling the repairman. "You better, 'cause I'm not sleeping in this cold dump!" Cathy said.

"Don't worry, we'll get it fixed. I'll call the guy in the trailer park that fixes things," Mom said to Cathy. The she turned to us and said, "Why don't you guys take the leftover soup over to Bob's house and stay warm there. I'll call you when the heater is fixed." Then Cathy added pointing at us, "It better be fixed tonight or these two will be pee- cicles in the morning! Ick." Mom just handed us the soup, pushed us out the door, and headed for the phone.

Bob was just hanging up the phone when we walked in. He didn't care if we came in as long as we knocked first. "Com'on in, I'll nuke the soup for you guys and then we can watch a video." We all piled on the couch and watched something I don't remember. I do remember it was a lot more fun than at home. It was around 8:30 when Mom called and told us, "The heater can't be fixed tonight. A thermo-thingy needs to be replaced and the guy doesn't have one." She then asked to talk to Bob. After a bit he said "Sure" and hung up. Then Bob said, "You guys are staying the night over here, but you need to go home and get your pjs and stuff." We couldn't believe it; this was great! We ran home to pack some stuff for our very own sleepover. When we got home Mom helped us pack. Mom told us she and Cathy were staying at another neighbor's house and she would call us as soon as the heater was fixed. At this point we hoped the heater would never get fixed.

When we got back to Bob's house he told us to get ready for bed. We didn't want to, but he said if we did it immediately we could watch one more movie before going to sleep. Once again Bob pulled out the deck of cards. Whoever pulled the lower card had to go change, wash, and brush first. I lost. I went to the bathroom first;, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and changed into my pjs. Then JR did. When we finished we said it wasn't fair because Bob hadn't changed into his. So he went and changed too. Only he didn't wear pjs; he came out in long underwear; blue fuzzy long underwear! We laughed at them, but he said long johns were warmer than pjs. We had never seen anyone wearing long underwear and I asked, "Do you have regular underpants on under them?" He nodded. "Then let's see them," I said.

"You guys first," and he pulled down my pj bottoms, turned and got JR's too, exposing our white briefs. But he wouldn't let us see his. I tried to pull his long johns down, but he held my hands. Then JR tried and he held me in the way. Finally I said, "Its not fair, you see ours." "Ok," Bob said and let go of me. We then were able to pull down his long johns and see he had on white briefs too. Then we pulled our pjs up. But when Bob pulled his long johns up we could still see his underpants through the gap in the fly like his zipper was open (we must have stretched them in the struggle). We kept teasing him about seeing his underpants. Finally he said, "I don't care!" He grabbed both side of the fly and pulled until we heard a rip. "Now you can see a lot more of my underpants. Now let's watch the movie."

When the movie was over we were almost asleep. Bob brought out blankets. He put JR on one couch and covered him, leaving me on the other couch, and covering me with the other blanket. Then he asked, "Who's going to wet in the morning?" We each answered, "Not me!" Bob responded with a sarcastic "Yeah, right," and turned out the light.

I slept through the night but I woke up dry! JR wasn't so lucky. When I called over to him and told him I was dry he said he was wet and so was the couch. "Boy, Bob sure is going to be mad," I said. Just then Bob came in taking off his long johns, so he ended up wearing only briefs and a t-shirt. We giggled. "Hey, this is my house. I can wear whatever I want! Ok, who's wet?"

"Not me," I said, as Bob pulled back the blanket. He saw I was dry and turned to JR. As Bob pulled back the blanket JR let out this little half crying "I'm sorry" just like he did before Dad used to beat us. "Yeah, you're wet," Bob said and before JR could say or do anything Bob stood him up and pulled off his pjs, t-shirt, and underpants. JR put a hand over his dick and the other over his butt, "Don't spank me," he pleaded. "You're a good kid, I'm not going to spank you." My jealously started up again, just like years ago. I was dry and got nothing, but JR just peed all over the couch and was told he was a good kid! "Com'on" Bob said to JR, "let's get you washed." He took JR into the bathroom.

About twenty minutes later they came back. JR was still naked and now dripping wet, "Bob gave me a bath!" he said, sounding a little surprised. Bob dried him off and then helped him into dry underpants, but nothing else. "Can I have a bath," I asked. Bob said, "No, you don't need one. Lets get breakfast." And they went into the kitchen. I took off my pjs so I could be like them and followed into the kitchen. Bob smiled but didn't say a thing when he saw me. After breakfast we got dressed and Bob sent us out to play. Around noon we went home for lunch. That's when Mom told us that we would have to stay at Bob's another night because the fix-it man wouldn't have the part until late and won't be able to fix the heater until Sunday (because he was a friend, he promised to do that). That was fine by us. Even if Bob had been nicer to JR after he wet than to me it was still more fun at his house than ours with my sister Cathy around.

We went to Bob's after dinner. I got into my pjs as soon as we got there, and Bob changed into his long johns that still showed his white underpants, but since JR's pjs were still wet he stayed in his clothes. We watched two more videos and had popcorn and sodas. We were nearly asleep when the second video finished. Again Bob put JR on the other couch, with the cushions turned over, and covered each of us with a blanket. "Who's going to be wet, tonight?" he asked. And again we answered, "Not me." "I bet," was all Bob said.

When Bob came into the living the next morning he was already out of his long johns and was wearing blue underpants only partially covered by a colored t-shirt. He started to ask, "So who's wet this morning?" as he pulled my blanket back, but finished with, "Holy cow! You're wet from your tits to your knees." I don't know if that was true, but I do remember I was really, really soaked. JR was even worse. We knew not to drink soda before bed, but I guess Bob didn't. Bob pulled my soaking pjs off of me. "Yuck!" I said as the cold wet top wiped my face, "That's why we don't wear pjs at home." As Bob took of my bottoms and now light yellow underpants, he asked, "What do you guys wear to bed at home?"

"Nothing," I said. "Wet pjs are terrible to take off and Mom doesn't wash them and our underwear often enough so we run out." JR added as Bob took off his very wet jeans and underwear, "So we just sleep naked and then don't have anything wet to take off. But Mom didn't want you to think we're strange, so she made us wear old pjs." "Well, you're not strange," Bob said looking at JR. Then he added, "You are both good boys," looking right at me. See, I remember thinking, I am a good boy.

Then he walked us to the bathroom. He sprayed us down and then soaped us up from head to toe. We were still pretty young, but I think both of us got a little hard when he soaped up our butts and dicks. But he didn't say anything about it. I asked my brother about it when I was writing this and he said he really did get hard during the first bath, but so much the second. After the bath Bob dried us off in the living room and put the dry pair of underpants on me that I had not used the day before. But JR was sunk. Both of his were wet, and so were his clothes, so Bob just put a t-shirt on him (that did not cover much) and we headed for the kitchen. As first JR was a little embarrassed, because we both had underpants on and he had his dick and butt showing. But after a while he didn't seem to mind and didn't even want me to go get dry clothes for him when Bob sent me home to get some after our late breakfast.

When I got home the fix-it man was just finishing the heater and before I left to bring JR his clothes there was heat starting to come through the vents. SHIT! I knew we would be sleeping at home that night. When I got back JR and Bob were playing some video game. Then I took over from Bob and JR still was still playing in just a t-shirt. He seemed to like having a bare butt. After the game was over I told JR the heater was fixed and that we would not be sleeping a Bob's that night. JR was sad too when I told him. All Bob said was, "Well, that will give me some time to dry out some things, besides tomorrow is Monday and school. I don't want to have to wake you two up early enough to get you ready for school." And he sent us home.