Bedwetting Neighbor's
BEDWETTING NEIGHBOR'S
I was 12 or 13 and we had moved to a new town. It was all good and I enjoyed my new school and built up a circle of cool friends. We lived on a street with lots of other families and kids so it was a sociable place to be.
Just around the corner there was a family with two sons - the ******'s - one boy, Sean, was about my age and the other, Mark, a couple of years older. I didn't really know the ******* brothers as they went to a different school but saw them about and we usually managed a grunt or a nod of recognition. Sometimes they joined me and my mates playing football in the street. I can remember they were both good players.
It was a long hot summer - weren't they all - and one weekend every family in the area joined together for a street party. The parents spent all day drinking and the kids rushed around eating burgers and trying to steal cans of beer. Come the evening the ******* invited a bunch of us back to their place for more food and drink.
As the grown ups talked and laughed I fell asleep on the sofa. After a bit Mrs ****** woke me up and asked if I'd like to go up and sleep in a proper bed. There was a spare one in Mark, her older son's room. I sleepily agreed and dragged myself up and went straight out.
A bit later I woke up as I heard Mark coming in to go to bed. I looked over and he was standing with his back to me putting on his pajamas. I couldn't believe what I saw. Was I dreaming?
Mark was wearing a big cloth nappy and plastic pants. He wasn't squeezed into baby-sized gear, like I used to play, he was wearing a teenager sized nappy and big puffy pants. Even when he got his PJ's on the bulge was unmistakable.
I lay there for what seemed ages thinking about it and being confused by a mix of emotions. Mark was at least 15, almost a man, I was in awe of him as we all are at that age with older and bigger peers. I was the little kid. But I was lying there in my boxers and he was the one wearing a big nappy and plastic pants like a baby.
I was sort of mixed up between admiration for his muscly body and deep voice and embarrassment for him in his nappy and plastic pants. I felt a sort of tingling inside that I had never experienced before.
I must have slept eventually. In the morning I heard Mark stirring and watched as he padded out of the room and saw the waistband of his plastic pants over his PJs and the bulge of a wet nappy under them. By the time he came back the nappy was gone and Mark was pulling on regular underwear, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
After a few minutes I got up and went to the bath room. There by the sink was a white bucket with a lid. I peeked inside and saw not one but two wet and pee-smelly nappies and two pairs of plastic pants. It seems Mark and his brother Sean were still using protection at night.
I was never able to see Mark and Sean in the same light again. If we were playing football or chatting I always thought of the night-time nappies and the big crinkly vinyl pants. I used to sneak round the back of their garden and see their nappies and plastic pants drying on the washing line.
I fantasied about stealing a pair of the pants but never had the guts. I was hitting puberty at the time and developed a teenage crush on Mark. I couldn't tell you which appealed the most - the older boy or the nappies. Both excited me hugely and mapped out a path that I'm still on today.
The pants were still up there getting dried for a couple of years, but then we moved away. I always wonder what happened to Mark and Sean and if they ever stopped bedwetting.
Written By: Dick
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