Name: Melissa (on behalf of brothers)
Current Age: 19

My name is Melissa and I am the oldest of five kids, me and four 
younger brothers. All of us have (or did) wet the bed at some point 
growing up. My Dad left when we were very young, so my Mom had to raise 
us all. A little over four years ago, when I was 15, my Mom took us all 
to Disney World for spring break (my high school freshman year), and 
here is a particularly relevant recollection:

My brothers, Kevin, Brian, Colby and Connor were 11, 9, 4 and 2 years 
old at the time. Connor, the youngest, was the only one still in 
diapers full time (for everything). Colby was in Pull-Ups for nighttime 
wetting accidents, but he was dry more often than not. Brian and Kevin 
still wet all the time and had to wear diapers. The hard and fast rule 
was that until you could show signs of progress, you had to wear 
diapers. I had just stopped bedwetting myself that summer (thankfully 
before high school!). Connor had size 5 diapers, while Kevin and Brian 
had size 6's (which I also wore until I was 14 � my Mom would buy them 
by the case from Sam's Club). Pampers Baby Dry was all she ever bought.

We had just checked into our rooms at the hotel that evening: she had 
put me in the same room with Kevin and Brian and she stayed with Colby 
and Connor. She said that this was because the two younger ones had to 
go to bed early and that us three would probably want to watch our TV 
shows, etc. But we all had very firm bedtimes. Me, Kevin and Brian were 
in our room unpacking and getting ready for bed. She had a separate, 
new package of Pampers in our big suitcase. We went to her room, where 
she had just finished diapering Colby and Connor and putting them to 
bed. (She later explained that she didn't want any possible leaks, so 
Colby had to go back to diapers at night for the vacation). Kevin and 
Brian wanted to be changed, but Mom was already half in bed. She told 
them that I would be changing them during the vacation. I was shocked. 
I had never changed them before (Mom always did all the changing). They 
started to whine, but Mom said that if she had to change them, they'd 
get a spanking first. That was enough to send them scurrying back to 
our room.

In the room, we all got ready for bed. I stripped down to my underpants 
and undervest (I was pretty underdeveloped and did not get my first 
training bra until I was 16). My Mom had always changed us together, so 
none of us had any real awkwardness about being naked around each 
other. They quietly took off their pants and got on a bed. I opened the 
Pampers package and took two out. I was very nervous but a little 
excited, since this was the first time I was the "diaperer" and not the 
"diaperee." I had them both on their backs with their little butts in 
the air. Both got a fresh diaper taped on them. I remember the diapers 
being very snug on Brian but fitting fine on Kevin, even though he was 
older. People often though Brian was older than Kevin. (Kevin and I 
share a lot alike as we are both very small and were late bloomers).

I felt very grown up and teased them a little about their diapers. I 
remember showing off my underpants and how I was the only one who could 
keep dry and was in charge of them. Of course, the real irony is that I 
was hardly this ultra-mature big sister. I was wearing these gigantic 
little girls Danskin underpants with flowers on them; the kind no girl 
over 8 is normally caught dead wearing; the kind that always stick at 
least an inch above any pair of jeans or shorts. (My Mom would keep 
buying these for me and refuse to let me wear bikinis, etc. until I 
left for college last year).

The two of them sat there in their Pampers while I gloated at what I 
thought was a pretty darn good first effort at diapering. I got to 
sleep in one bed while they had to share the other. I remember the next 
morning clearly. We all woke up and both of them were wet. Kevin was 
the worst wetter of all the boys, despite being the oldest, and was 
really soaked. My Mom came in with the two younger ones in tow, already 
good to go for the first day. She was a little irritated we were so 
late getting ready. She saw how soaked Kevin was and snapped at me to 
get his diaper off and for all of us to get ready. I did that and all 
of us stripped down to take a quick shower in the huge shower in the 
room.

When we got out, I put on my underpants, Brian put on his tightie 
whities and Kevin put on some cartoon underwear. Kevin still liked his 
Underoos, although Brian thought they were dumb. My Mom was there with 
a Pull-Up, however, and stopped Kevin. Kevin didn't have daytime 
accidents anymore but always had to go, so Mom wanted him in a Pull-Up 
(along with Colby) because of the lines and the waiting involved. He 
put up a big fuss, saying he was not a baby, etc. My Mom got mad and 
spanked Kevin in his underwear. She then made him get in the Pull-Up 
and put on his pants.

My Mom was right, of course. The lines were huge, and while Brian and I 
were OK with holding it (barely), both Kevin and Colby (who was only 
four) definitely needed the Pull-Ups. My Mom carried around a big 
diaper bag for that vacation, full of wipes, diapers (for Connor) and 
Pull-Ups. Kevin apologized to my Mom for misbehaving and said that he 
was glad he had a Pull-Up on, otherwise he would be having lots of 
accidents. The first day Kevin and Colby were very shy about asking for 
a dry Pull-Up but a lady who worked there overhead and told them that 
lots of "big boys" wore them in the park. Kevin and Colby were allowed 
to take off and put on their own Pull-Ups during the day but I did all 
the diapering for Kevin and Brian at night.

Kevin stayed in either Pull-Ups or diapers for the entire trip. Mom 
offered to let him wear underwear for the times we were not in the 
theme park (like at dinner), but he said no. I think he realized it was 
just easier to stay in Pull-Ups. His Pull-Up was always pretty wet each 
night by the time we got back to our room before I changed him into 
Pampers for the night. That was the only time I ever diapered my 
younger brothers. When we got back home, it was back to business as 
usual with my Mom doing all the diapering.