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.