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.