From: chrishays2@aol.com (ChrisHays2)
Subject: ~STORY: Baby Brother - Part One
Date: 5 Aug 1997 08:15:24 GMT



BABY BROTHER


Part One


        Andrew Wood slowly opened his eyes.  His room was still dark, and
his digital clock glared 3:18 in big red letters.  He knew that he only
awoke in the middle of the night for one reason.  Instinctively, he
reached his hand down and felt the front of his pajamas.  They were
soaked. He had wet his bed again.  Slowly, he pulled the blanket off of
him and sat himself on the edge of the bed.  He didn't cry this time, but
he came close to tears as he thought, "Why can't I stop?  I'm ten and I
still pee myself like a little baby every night."  He sadly got up and
stumbled out of his room and into the bathroom across the hall.  He
flicked the light switch on and looked in the mirror for a minute.  He was
a good-looking boy for his age, light brown hair falling down over his
deep blue eyes.  Andrew didn't understand what made him, just a normal
kid, have to deal with a problem that should have been put behind him a
long time ago. He looked down at his pajama top and saw that the bottom of
the shirt had gotten wet as well. "I guess I'll be taking everything off
tonight," he frowned.  He pulled the shirt over his head, exposing his
thin frame.  As he pulled his pajama pants down, he felt the sopping
garment brush his lower legs, giving them a cold, damp tingle.  He was now
standing in his fruit of the loom briefs only, and he blushed as he saw
that his accident had turned them a dull yellow in front.  The stench of
urine was strong, and shamed him as he pulled the soaking wet underwear
off.  Now naked, he took a washcloth and ran it under some warm water.  As
he had done so many nights before, he washed his legs and his crotch,
taking extra care to clean his little penis and balls, knowing that
failure to do so often led to a bad rash.  When he was done, he threw the
wet clothes into the sink, and walked back to his room, still naked.  He
took a clean pair of briefs out of his dresser drawer and slid them on. 
Not bothering to seek out another pair of pajamas, Andrew left his room
again and walked down the hall to the room of his big brother Christopher.

         It was now half past three, but Chris was used to Andrew's late
night visits.  He had just turned eighteen, and had been called on by
Andrew on wet nights since he was twelve.  Chris awoke as his door opened.
 He was sleeping in his standard overnight wear - cotton boxers and a
white t-shirt.  Andrew saw his brother was awake, and told him he'd had an
accident again as he climbed into the bed.  Chris put his arm around his
baby brother and pulled him close.
      "Don't worry about it, baby.  I'm sure you'll stop soon."
      "I don't think I'm ever gonna stop," Andrew answered sadly.  Chris
was too tired to argue, so he kissed his brother's cheek and closed his
eyes.  Soon, they were both asleep.

END Part One. Will continue if there's interest.