Bedwetting Stories Novels & Stories

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

I caught Klyde's attention in the mirror sitting on the big sofa behind us, he was sitting with his legs crossed We looked at each other and suddenly my cheeks warmed to see that he had been looking at my ass for a while It's really rude! He just grinned at me and continued to look at my body While aunt Leana measured me, she told me a story about Klyde "He used to always pee in his shorts because he didn't know how to take his shorts down" I laughed at what aunt Leana said while Klyde snorted He continued to tell stories while I was laughing because all his stories were about Klyde when he was a child.

I can't imagine this guy dealing with a shit problem, it's so funny. "I told you so," I laugh even harder, Theo just looks at me as I try to stop myself, "And, sadly, there's no way to stop those things from happening, it's something you learn with experience. But just so you know, never leave a child without a diaper unsupervised. The cool air makes them release their sphincters or something. I can't even tell you the amount of times Beau peed on me." "I feel a little better knowing I'm not the only one," he says with a smile, "How old were you when you had to completely take care of Beau?"

She continued her embarrassing story, "Anyways... After Gina and her mother came to live in our house, I was ignored. My dad stopped calling me 'Little Lady Linny', I stopped getting a warm glass of milk before bed, dad stopped reading me bedtime stories and giving me goodnight kisses... I felt alone in my house and I'd get under the bed and wait for the boogyman to come." "You weren't scared of the boogeyman?" he asked with his eyes wide. "No," Jacques chuckled. "I wanted to make friends with the boogie man. I wanted Sullivan to come to my bedroom because he was big, furry, and cuddly..." She rubbed her face realizing how stupid she had been in the past. And stupid now. This guy tried to vi

“You’re dehydrated and that is bad for the baby.” I drank till the cup was empty and let out a sigh of content. “Everything I tried to keep down came back out; I got tired of drinking water only for it to come back out again.” Martha touched my forehead; and looked down at my legs. She frowned and touched the bed. “Did you wet the bed child? I won’t judge you if you say you did.” “I didn’t” I hissed in pain, holding a hand to my waist. “I didn’t even know I was wet until you said so.”

To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement. I have another confession to make. I’m currently crouched and hiding under his bed. The very one that he’s occupying. It’s getting late now, almost two in the morning. It’s been raining outside for nearly an hour. Every time I think he’s asleep, he shifts and mutters something in his sleep.

He whispered quietly in my ear, "Cum on Daddy’s cock while you’re talking to your mother." That dirty whisper pushed me over the edge. I came hard — really hard. My pussy clenched and spasmed around his thick cock, juices gushing down my thighs. My whole body trembled violently. I bit down hard on my arm to stay quiet, but a small broken moan still slipped out. "Jojo? What was that sound?" Mum asked. "I-I just... stubbed my toe," I lied, panting. "I’m okay... love you Mum... gotta go—"

He was out of breath and panting from what I assumed was a mind-blowing orgasm. After that, I ran to my room with my sloppy wetness and yanked off my soaked undies. I rummaged through my secret drawer for toys I’ve been using to play with myself during this period, hoping to get some relief at that moment. Everything felt like it was on fire, and all I could think of was that perfect cock in the other room, but I didn’t want to beg for it. I was convinced my toys could solve my little problem.

I made my way to his room and found it open but when I peeked in, he wasn't there. I walked into the warm, dimly lit bedroom, the sandalwood scent wrapping itself around me and making me melt against the door. I walked over to his bed, running my finger over the sheets as I imagined what it would feel like to be tangled up in them. Then, I heard the sound of rushing water in the bathroom. Curious, and with my nipples already rearing their heads through my dress, I tiptoed towards the bathroom, gently pushing it open, only to hear his sweet, exasperated moans as he gently stroked his cock under the shower.

“Tomorrow morning, you're staying all night by the way since this isn't a booty call, before I cook you breakfast, I will give you a full tour of the entire estate before we drive to your old house and level it to the ground. Now, however, the only room I want to show you is the one with my giant bed in it. She clung to his neck as he carried her bridal style up the winding staircase. “A big bed?” “Huge. When I was a kid, I watched. “Home alone” the second day in New York and Kelvin had the biggest bed I've ever seen. In the last part of the movie, all the kids were sleeping on the floor and the bedwether kid, he slept on the giant bed alone and I vowed someday I'll be that kid. “He paused.”