MIKE AND JEN STOP! Before you read this know that some of it is not true. I would never touch my twin brother in that way, even though I had to change his diapers. I found no sexual pleasure in it. There is a small amount of incest in this story, it's wrong by my religion (which I am deeply devoted to), it just felt right in the story. So if you get mad, remember that I warned you. Enjoy! Jen was woken up in the middle of the night by Mike. He had the lamp on and was shaking her. "What?" she asked groggily as she sat up. Immediately she smelt urine in the air and looked down at Mike's crotch. He had wet the bed again, this is the second time her 14 year old twin brother had wet the bed in the past week. The first time they managed to cover it up, but they both agreed that if it happened again that they would have to tell their father. She sighed and sat on the edge of her bed. Her brother was kneeling next to her bed silently crying. She felt bad for him, a 14 year old wasn't suppose to wet their bed. He put her hand on his shoulder, "He'll understand, Mike." Their father, Rick, was a good guy. He was nice, and extremely understanding. Their mother had died when they were young, so they didn't remember her, and Rick had to play the role of both parents. Mike stood up and wiped his face on his sweatshirt then went out of the room and upstairs to their father's room. He was gone for a few minutes, then she heard them coming pack downstairs, she hadn't moved from her bed. Rick was shirtless and just in his boxers. Jenny was use to seeing the guys in just boxers, they were all very comfortable around each other because of their close bonds. Rick set to work changing the sheets while Mike just stood watching him, crying. When Mike came back he sat on Jenny's bed and waited for Mike to change his bottoms and get cleaned up in the bathroom. "What am I going to do?" he asked Jenny quietly. She leaned on him, "I feel bad." "It's not your fault, and it's not his, make sure he knows that if he's still down tomorrow." Rick helped Mike make a bed out of blankets on the floor then left and went back to bed. Even though it was summer vacation Rick worked. Mike quietly cried after Rick left. "Oh, Mike," Jenny hugged him. "This isn't suppose to happen to me," he said over her shoulder. "Why do I deserve this?" "You don't, Mike, you don't. But don't worry, it won't happen again, everything will be okay. Lets just go to bed." In the morning Mike hadn't wet again, but he was up before Jenny. He took a shower and sat on the couch staring at the wall, not believing that he wet the bed. He spent most of the day thinking about how much of a loser he was, and ignored Jenny's reasoning, saying that it wasn't his fault. It is my fault, he thought to himself, I'm such a baby. When Rick got home he learned from Jenny that Mike was still thinking about it and decided to take him to the doctor. They went the next day and Mike nervously sat on the table waiting for the doctor to come in. "Dad, don't let him put me in diapers," he said. "Mike, no, he wouldn't, I wouldn't make you go through that, don't worry. Everything is going to turn out fine. You'll see." His father's comforting voice only made him feel a little bit better, that was until the doctor came in. "Okay, Michael, lets see," he sat down on the little rolly chair, "you've wet the bed twice this week?" Mike hung his head. "Hmm, well, lets take a look." He began examining him in every way, he took a urine sample, and when he found nothing outwardly wrong with him he suggested he get an x-ray. He sent him over to the other part of the building were he had another man take several x-rays of his body. Afterwards, on the way home, Mike felt worse. He knew that it was his fault now, if there was nothing wrong with him then it had to be his fault. Rick sensed this and patted his head, "You gonna be okay?" He shrugged. The result from the x-rays and urine sample came in a week later. "Mr. Deshawnly, I'm glad to say that there's nothing wrong with your son physically. However, if this happens again I suggest that you take him to a psychologist, it may be because of stress, or something else." "Okay, thank-you." When Rick told Mike what the doctor had said he groaned, "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just stupid Dad." "No, Mike. We'll see how things go." Mike was dry for two more days, then, on the third, he awoke with a wet bed. He sat in bed, debating what to do for a long time, but finally decided that the only way to get better was to get help. So he told his father and they made an appointment. After another week the psychologist called with bad news. He said that there was nothing emotionally wrong with Mike and that Mike must be doing it on purpose. Rick didn't want to believe him, but he had to. It was the only thing close to making sense, but it still didn't, Mike had seemed so put out over the past two weeks. When Rick told him he completely broke down crying. He hated himself, and he hated the doctors because he wasn't doing it on purpose, and now his dad thought that it was true. "I'm not Dad!" he sobbed. "I'm sorry, but I have to believe them, please, Mike, if you're doing it on purpose stop. Whatever you want, you can have it. Are you trying to tell me something?" "I'm not doing it on purpose! Please believe me!" Jenny leaned against the door that went upstairs and listened, she knew that Mike wasn't doing it on purpose. He never cried, and for him to cry over that meant that he couldn't control it. "I'll give you on more chance to stop, if you wet again then I'm going to have to punish you." "Dad!" Mike yelled. "I really am sorry." "I hate you!" he came running downstairs, nearly knocking Jenny over when he open the door in front of the stairs, he pushed past her and slammed their bedroom door. Once it was quiet Jenny went upstairs and sat across from her father at the table. "He's not doing it on purpose, Dad." "What does he want?" "Nothing!" Jenny herself was now getting angry with him. "He wouldn't do something on purpose like this, he's so down about it. He's not faking, I can't believe that you won't believe him." "Watch it Jenny, just stay out of this all right?" Jenny stood up and went back downstairs, Mike was lying on his stomach on his bed crying. She sat next to him and ran her fingers through his short hair. Mike was beautiful. He had dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. His face just seemed to agree with itself, everything seemed to fit perfectly. When you looked at him he looked complete, almost like a male model. Jenny didn't have his complete look, but she did look fairly like him, and was definitely beautiful. She had the same color hair and the emerald green eyes. But she wasn't as dark as him and her eyes didn't blend as well as his because he had darker skin. You could tell they were twins though. Jenny was lost for words when it came to trying to comfort him, but she was on his side, she would always be on his side because she knew that he would do the same for her. She couldn't actually tell him that, but she thought that he knew it just by the way she stayed with him. What he needed was a miracle, so that Rick wouldn't think he was doing it on purpose, and the subject would be closed because he would never wet again. She knew that it wouldn't be like that though, and she didn't want Mike to have to go Rick's punishment. Mike lay awake for as long as he could that night, it was three in the morning when he felt like he couldn't stay awake any longer. He went to the bathroom and made sure that his bladder was completely empty then went back to sleep. Rick went in the room before he left for work to see that, yet again, Mike had wet. He was so angry at him that he didn't bother to wake him up, he just left for work. Mike sat straight up and lifted his covers hoping and praying that he was dry. He wasn't. But it was ten o'clock. Where was his father? He took a shower and spent a long time praying that his father would understand that it wasn't his fault. When Rick came home he had a plastic bag in his hand. He went straight to Mike and Jenny's bedroom and saw that Mike had already striped his bed. Good boy, he thought, but stopped himself, he's doing it one purpose, he must be punished. He brought out the plastic mattress cover that you would put on a toddler's bed in case they wet the bed, then put it on. He then made up the bed again and called Mike into the room. He shut the door behind him, Jenny knew what was happening and immediately went to the door to listen. Mike sat on his bed and looked at his feet. "I told you this had to stop, Mike, it didn't so you're being punished. Realize that if you are dry for a week then we can forget about this whole mess and go on. However, if you wet again there will be consciences. Okay?" He didn't wait for an answer but just pulled out the bag of diapers from the plastic bag he had brought home from work. Rick reached over Mike and began to unbutton his jeans, Mike moved backwards and leaned against the wall, "Dad, please, no, Dad," he pleaded. Rick ignored him and started to pull his pants down. Mike fought to keep them up, not because he didn't want his father to see him naked, but because he didn't want the diapers. "Dad! Please don't!" "Michael Elijah Deshawnly! Stay still." Mike reluctantly let his father pull off his boxers. He opened the diaper package and pulled one out then put it under his bottom. He powdered Mike and diapered him as if he were a baby again. Afterward he handed him his pants, which he grabbed away. "I suggest you go in those before you go to bed, you're getting changed before then and if they are wet when you wake up you don't want to know what I'm going to do to you." Mike put his pants back on and stared at his father, not believing what had actually just happened. Rick put everything back in the bag and put it in one of Mike's drawers. Rick opened the bedroom door to find Jenny standing right there. He scowled down at her, "You tell any of your friends, or Mike's friends about this and you'll get the same thing." "I wouldn't anyway," she snapped as she pushed past him. "You really mean that?" Mike asked after Rick had left the room. "Mean what?" "That you won't tell anyone." "I would never tell anyone, Mike." He nodded and looked at the floor, obviously embarrassed. "Lets play some video games," she suggested. They played until it was fairly late when Rick came in. They both stopped playing and stared at him, he knew that Mike hated him for what he was doing. Even Jenny hated him, that made sense though, they always stuck together. He felt horrible, but thought that it must be the right thing to do. "Mike have you wet?" Jenny stood up and started to leave, but Rick held out his arm, "Stay, you're going to have to learn to do this." "No." "Don't you-" "That's horrible Dad! Do you know what you're doing to him? Do you know how embarrassing this is to him? To bring me into it will only make it worse." "Jen," Mike stood up and put his hand on my back, "thanks, but it's all right." She shook her head, "It's not all right." "Jen, just," his voice was calm, "it can't get any worse, let him do what he wants." Rick got the stuff and told Mike to get down on the bed. He pulled Mike's pants off and undid the diaper. It was only wet so he quickly cleaned him off then diapered him back up. The whole time Jenny shook her head, she didn't want to be a part of it. When the diaper came off she looked away, she didn't want to see her brother's. "Watch," Rick sternly told her. He turned her head to see Mike's privates, she could only stare, she had never seen a guy's privates before, besides little baby's. Mike was embarrassed, like any normal teen boy would be. Once Rick was done he told them to go to bed. They both lye in bed for nearly an hour before Mike said, "Jenny, you still up?" "Yeah?" "I'm scared, I don't want to be punished anymore. I don't want to have to wear diapers to bed. I can't go over to friend's houses, I don't wan to wet. You believe me, right?" "Yes, Mike." "And I don't want Dad to be mad at me, I wish he would believe me." "I hate him, he shouldn't be doing this to you, and to have me watch is only making matters worse." "I don't hate him, I just, I'm frustrated with him, I want to make him believe but he won't." Rick woke Mike up in the morning. He felt between his legs to see that he was wet. "Mike, what did I tell you?" Mike's stomach dropped, "Dad!" He turned over on his stomach and cried into his pillow. "I tried, I did! Please don't punished me. Why won't you believe me?" "Michael, you can't wet the bed on purpose. You must learn to stop, when you can manage to stop, I'll take these off of you and we can go back to normal. But until then." He took a deep breath, "You're going to have to wear them all day." "No!" Mike got up and ran across the room and leaned against the wall then slid down and held himself in a tight ball. Rick didn't bother asking him to get up, he just picked him up and set him on the bed. Anger flew through Jenny when she saw Rick diapering Mike. She wanted to kill her father. While she stared at Rick Mike lay on the bed crying, wishing that he wasn't a baby, and that he didn't wet the bed like one. Rick left and said that Jenny needed to change his diaper when it was soiled, and that if he was caught out of it then to tell him or she would be punished, too. She almost couldn't control her anger as he told her this, but she managed to keep it down until he left, as soon as the front door shut he punched the wall several times with her fist. Mike didn't leave his bed after that. Jenny brought him soup to eat, but he refused it, saying that he wasn't hungry. She knew that he was so she left it in the room. Around noon he came out and sat next to her on the couch. "I need to be changed," he quietly said. "All right." She followed him back to the room and took of his diaper like she had seen her father do. When it came to rubbing baby powder over him she got scared and handed the bottle to him, "You do it." "Go ahead, Jenny." She sprinkled baby powder over his penis then looked at him. He had his eyes closed, she slowly reached down and rubbed it in. On his face was a look of delight. When his penis started getting hard she pulled her hand back, "I'm sorry, I didn't-" "It's all right, keep rubbing it." She watched him as she put her hand back down on it. He breathed heavily and watched her hand go up and down. Finally he came and arched his back on the bed. When he lay flat again she wiped the bubbly cum from his penis then re-powdered him and taped his diaper on. "Thanks," he breathed. She nodded awkwardly and put the things away. After that he still stayed on his bed in his room wishing that he wasn't such a baby. When Rick came home he checked to make sure that Mike's diaper was dry, he nodded in approval to Jenny then disappeared in the kitchen. Things went exactly like that for the whole next week, Mike pleaded with Rick every morning, Rick left, Jenny changed Mike and sometimes masturbated him, then Rick came home, changed him before bed, then they all went to bed. Mike hardly ever ate, he was too depressed to notice that he was hungry. Rick didn't even try to make him until one Friday night. Mike was already sleeping, he had started sleeping a lot since he started being in diapers all day, and Rick was watching a movie. Jenny came out and stood in front of the TV. Rick turned it off then looked up at her. They had only spoken a few words since Mike's punishment, Jenny was too mad at him to say anything. But now she couldn't take it any longer. She was watching her brother fall apart, and school would be starting soon. The condition he was in would be noticeable there. "How long are you going to let this go on?" He didn't answer. "Dad! He's depressed, he hasn't come out of his room for more than a shower for a week and a half. He's falling apart and I'll be damned if I'm going to watch it. What you're doing is wrong, and I think you know it. He's fallen apart to nothing, he's going to become suicidal if you don't stop this." "He's being punished and he knows that. When he stops, the diapers will stop, too." "What is it going to take for you to believe your own son?" she screamed. "He would not be like this if he was doing it on purpose! You're hurting him Rick!" He looked down. "I use to believe that you were a good father, I use to have faith in you, I use to think that you cared about us. But I was wrong, if you cared you would see what you're doing to him." Jenny turned to go out but he said, "I was just doing what I thought was right. I didn't know what else to do. And I don't know what to do now." Jenny went and sat next to him. "Take him out of diapers, tell him why you did what you did, tell him you love him. Do whatever it takes to reassure him that he's not a baby, and that he can't help it." "I'm sorry Jenny for not believing you. I should have listened. You'll forgive me, won't you?" "Yes, Dad, I love you," she hugged him tightly. "I love you, too. I'll take them away tomorrow morning." She smiled and hugged him tighter. In the morning Jenny woke up and waited for Rick to come in like always. He came in, and grinned at her, but had a serious face when he went over to Mike. He treated it like it was any other morning, he woke him up, then reached into his diaper and found that he was wet. "Dad, I tried." "I know." Mike's mouth dropped open. "What?" He continued to take off Mike's diaper, but this time instead of getting a new one he threw him a pair of boxers. Mike put them on then started at Rick. "What?" Mike asked again. Rick kneeled in front of Mike and looked him in the eyes, "I'm sorry, Mike. I shouldn't have done this to you, I should have believed you in the first place. I didn't know what else to do, I panicked and accused you because I couldn't think of anything else. I believe you now, and it's not your fault that you wet the bed. If the doctors want to say that you do it on purpose, that's fine, but I know you don't, and I know that it's not your fault. I love you, Mike." For once Mike smiled, "I'm so happy that you believe me." He hugged him around the neck. "No more diapers?" "Nope. We'll try to work out this problem another way, all right?" "Yeah, but, what made you realize?" "Your sister." Mike looked at Jenny. "She came out and yelled at me, she mad me realize what I was doing to you." Jenny grinned. The rest of the day was wonderful for all of them. And that night Mike went to bed happy. However, when Mike woke up, he was wet. When Rick came in he said, "Dad." "Yes?" "I think I should wear diapers to be." Rick sighed, he was afraid that Mike wouldn't feel that way and he would have to clean sheets every morning. "All right." Mike wore diapers to bed every night until he turned 16. None of his friends found out, both Rick and Jenny helped him get out of spending the night at places. But on the twin's 16th birthday he didn't wet. He didn't wet for a whole week and finally got up the courage to not wear diapers to bed. And he was dry! After that he made up for all of the sleepovers that he had missed by going out practically every weekend. Mike could finally live a carefree life.