Bedwetting Story Novels & Stories

Waiting for threats she couldn't see but knew were there. On day five, I found her wet sheets in the morning. She'd started wetting the bed again. Something she hadn't done since she was four. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to. I just had a bad dream and I couldn't wake up and—" "It's okay, baby. It's not your fault. We're under a lot of stress. Your body is reacting to stress." "I'm not a baby. Big girls don't wet the bed."

He sits on the edge of the bed. “Tell me a story,” I murmur. “It’ll help me sleep faster.” He looks away. “I’m not good with stories… but I'll try” He exhales, looking up at the ceiling. “Years ago,” there's a long pause. “Years ago, a family of three lived happily together.” His eyes meet mine again, and I try to hold eye contact. But my eyelids are already fluttering, and I can't say a word. “Until the mother and her son discovered something,” he continues. “Something that got her…” He doesn't look at me anymore. “The mother discoverered…” His voice fades into a low muffled sound. Darkness swallows me whole.

Melissa said, and I kept laughing and laughing until I felt something warm on my legs. "Oops! Oh, I can't believe it," I complained. "What is it, Sam?" Heitor turned to me worriedly. "I think I wet the bed." I lifted the sheet in disbelief, and I was all wet. "What the fuck!" And it was your fault, Heitor! "Mine? But why?" Heitor made a wronged face, failing miserably to hide his laughter.

grumbled Dinda then laid down on the mattress that was no longer soft. "Ahh ... it's really uncomfortable," Dinda complained then tried to close her eyes because she was tired. *** A month passed and it was only one o'clock in the morning. Groaning at the pain in her stomach, she looked at her husband who was fast asleep beside her. Mona rushed to the bathroom to urinate, she felt wet. Could it be bedwetting? Mona's mind was racing. "Blood," Mona murmured very quietly when she saw her panties were full of blood, she hurried to clean it up then changed to find panties in the closet.

I woke up this morning in my own bed with the man who is my world holding me tightly. So tight, in fact, that I felt like my bladder was going to explode. When I tried to wiggle out of his arms, he would tighten his hold. I started tapping his arm, and softly saying his name, but all I could get out of him was a groan. I started laughing, “Aidinth!” He finally opened his sleepy eyes saying, “Huh?” I laughed, “I need to pee and your grip on me is about to make my bladder explode.” He chuckled, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I laughed, “I know.” He let go, and I got out of bed. After using the bathroom, I turned on the water to get in the shower.

Her damn brother started this mess from his nightly stories. I move behind her, spread my legs to either side of hers, and place my hands beneath her arms. "Pull down your pants and squat. I'll ease you down and keep my eyes closed while doing it." I shut my eyes and concentrate on the movement of her body. "What if I piss on your boots?" she all but sobs. "They'll wash. Come on, it's cold."

So I just said, “It’s been a really long time since I’ve had any.” “Yeah, me too,” she said. That’s when her mom yelled at us to stop talking and get some sleep. We both yelled "okay” and turned over. We left the candle glowing in the corner so we could find our stuff in case we needed to go pee. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not after Sally’s vivid, no-filter storytelling about her sex life. She’d lit a fire in me that wasn’t going out anytime soon. It was too hot under the blanket. I kicked it off. I needed to cum—bad. I was still soaked just from listening to her.

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.

Then he spoke again. "Today we go out for lunch. Just the two of us. I want to see how wet you get sitting across from me knowing my cum is still inside you." My face burned. "What if someone sees us? People know we are stepsiblings." "That is what makes it exciting," he replied with a smile. "Now go shower. But do not wash between your legs too much. I want you to smell like me all day." In the shower I let the hot water run over my body. My pussy felt tender and swollen. When I touched it I found it still leaking his cum. I should have cleaned it all but I only wiped a little. The thought of carrying his seed around made me ache with fresh need.

Pumping injections into my wrist and giving me painkiller meds, that made me dizzy and I dozed off for hours. When I woke up, it was completely dark outside and I had the urge to urinate but couldn't go myself, so I peed on the bed, and ended up regretting it because the smell was bad, made my throat even more itchy, and my eyes watered because the smell was awful. Ben, bless his soul. He came in sometime later and helped change the sheets. He didn't even complain that I peed on the bed. There was an amused look on his face the whole time. He found everything funny.