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 Becoming a Wetter, part 2 (g-solo, mg, inc, ws, hum?)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)
Summary: A young woman explains her fascination with peeing...



   SUMMER BETWEEN KINDERGARTEN AND FIRST GRADE

   About two weeks into the summer after I had finished kindergarten, my
big brother asked me about how I had wet myself at school.  I began by
telling him the truth: that it had happened during nap time.  Then I lied:
saying that I had been asleep when it happened; I went on to explain that I
hadn't done it on purpose...an even bigger lie.

   He seemed to believe what I told him and asked how it felt to wet
myself. I wasn't really sure how to respond to that.  I reiterated the lie:
that I had been asleep when it happened.  He started talking fast and said
something about how it felt to...something...pee in...  I couldn't follow
what he was saying, so I acted real confused.  He said he wanted to try;
and suggested that I might want to do it with him; since I had had done it
a few times already.  I wasn't sure what he was talking about, and feared
he might have realized that I liked peeing my pants: so I didn't respond.
He went on to explain that I had done it before anyway, and figured I might
as well try it on purpose just once.  Since it sounded like he was unaware
that I liked peeing my pants, I said okay.  I think he was actually
surprised that I was agreeable with the idea, because he asked where we
should do it.  I told him that since it was his idea he should pick the
place.

   After a couple minutes of thinking he suggested the basement.  When I
asked him why the basement; he reminded me that there were drains in the
floor down there and said that way it wouldn't make a mess.  As we headed
down to the basement, I wondered how there being drains in the floor was
gonna keep us from making a mess when we peed our pants.

   The minute my bare foot hit the concrete floor I wished I had put on a
pair of shoes: as usual I stepped on some little pebble and it hurt.  My
brother promptly pulled off his shorts and underpants before walking over
to the drain near the hot water heater.  And, before you wonder if I was
surprised by seeing his dick: no I wasn't.  I'd seen it a few times before,
so it was nothing new to me.

   I wasn't sure why he took off his shorts and underpants, but figured
there was some specific thing he wanted to do.  So I pulled off my shorts
and panties before following him to the drain near the water heater.  By
the time I was standing next to my brother at the drain in the floor next
to the water heater, he was already holding his dick and pointing it
towards the drain.

   Since I didn't want to pee on my feet; I stood with my feet about
fifteen of sixteen inches apart, thrusted my hips forward, and leaned the
upper part of my body backwards a bit.  Then I let loose: a stream of warm
golden liquid arced down from my crotch onto the concrete floor, missing
the drain by about an inch.  Shifting my body slightly adjusted my stream
right into the drain.

   Shortly after my pee began going directly into the drain, my brother
began peeing.

   After a while we both stopped peeing.  We didn't say anything to each
other, we just headed back to the stairs, put our shorts and underpants
back on, and then went back upstairs.

   After my older brother and I had peed into the drain near the water
heater in the basement floor, I kinda figured that would be it.  He had
done the thing he wanted to try and didn't seem all that enthused about it
afterwards: he didn't say anything about enjoying it.  Heck, he didn't say
anything about it at all.

   ***

   About a week later, he asked if I wanted to pee in the basement again.
Peeing while standing up had been kinda fun, so I said okay.  This time I
was smart enough to put on shoes before heading down into the basement. 
Like the previous week, we removed out shorts and undies and stood over the
drain near the water heater.  With the exception of the fact that I was
wearing shoes, it was exactly the same as the previous week.

   A couple days went by and he wanted to do it again.  We did, then it
became a nearly daily event for us...

   ***

   One morning, about two weeks after my brother and I started peeing in
the drain in the basement floor every day, I got out of bed and took off my
pajamas.  Wearing just my panties, I took a couple steps towards my closet
and suddenly felt an incredible urge to pee.  I squeezed my legs together
real tight and managed to take two small steps towards my bedroom door; I
knew I wasn't gonna make it to the bathroom.

   For a couple seconds I stood there squeezing my legs together as hard as
I could trying to figure out where I should pee.  I pondered the
possibilities: I could get back in bed and wet the bed, but I'd have to get
up immediately thereafter so that wouldn't be any fun; I could try to find
the little bucket in my toy chest and pee in it then empty it out later,
but I didn't think I'd be able to hold it long enough to find the bucket; I
could pee in a shoe, but where would the fun be in that; I could always
just go on the floor, the carpet would soak it up but I wouldn't be able to
hide it...  Hearing a bird chirp, I looked towards the window.  The window
was on the other side of the room, a few feet away from the far side of my
bed, where nobody ever went: it was perfect.
Somehow I managed to wiggle myself around to the far side of the bed,
all the way up to near where the head-board was against the wall.  I spread
my legs and released my bladder.  A fraction of a second after I started
peeing I could feel the crotch of my cotton panties become warm and wet. 
The wet spot grew in size, moving up both the front and back panels of my
panties as a stream of warm liquid ran down the inside of my left leg. 
When the stream of pee hit the carpet, the underside of my entire left foot
quickly felt wet...  Looking down I watched in awe as a dark spot in the
carpet grew and grew around my left foot.  Then the bottom of my right foot

began to feel warm and wet, and I just kept peeing.

   Some five minutes after I started peeing in my panties, the flow of pee
came to a stop.  The dark wet spot on the carpet was somewhere between two
and three feet across.  The bottom half of my panties were completely
soaked; warm and sticking to my skin: they felt GREAT.

   Now the question was; how could I keep my wet panties on without anybody
realizing I had wet them.  I stood there in the wet spot on the carpet for
several minutes, allowing the air to dry the pee that was on the inside of
my left leg; all the while contemplating the situation I was in.

   Then it hit me, I walked over to the closet and got a pair of black
nylon shorts that I had worn the previous summer.  The shorts were almost
completely water-proof and since they were from the previous year they
would fit snuggly around my legs; so no pee could get out.  I put the
shorts and a tank-top on and headed for breakfast.

   A couple hours later when my older brother suggested we go to the
basement; I suggested he might want to try something different.  I told him
pretty much everything I had done that morning after getting out of bed,
leaving out the part where I had peed in my panties and hadn't changed out
of them.  He was reluctant until I told him that the carpet felt better on
my feet than the basement's concrete floor.

   We were soon in my bedroom and taking off our shorts and underpants. 
Since my panties were still nice and moist, I did my best to make sure my
brother didn't notice them: at the time I assumed he'd think I was weird
for choosing to wear wet underpants.  We both went to the area where I had
peed that morning.  Considering how much I had peed, it was kinda
surprising that the carpet was only barely damp.  So, like we had been
doing in the basement for the couple weeks prior: we simply peed on the
floor, put our underpants and shorts back on, and left the room, as though
what we had been doing was completely normal.

   That night, I didn't go to the bathroom before bed.  I changed into my
pajamas, climbed over the bed to the area where we had peed on the floor
hours earlier to discover that, once again, the carpet was all but dry and
began peeing.  Unlike in the morning, though, I didn't really need to pee
urgently; so I let the pee out slowly...real slowly.  First the crotch of
my panties began to feel wet.  Then as I continued slowly letting more pee
out, I felt the wet spot expand upwards; both the front and back panels of
my panties were becoming wetter and wetter.  Strangely, I didn't feel any
pee running down the insides of my legs...

   I placed my hand against the crotch of my pajama bottoms as I continued
slowly letting pee out and was surprised that the crotch of my pajama
bottoms was only barely moist.  I kept letting the pee out slowly and the
crotch of my pajama bottoms got wetter...

   By the time I had no more pee in me; my panties were completely soaked
almost all the way up to the elastic waistband on both the front and back,
the crotch region of my pajama bottoms were real wet, and the inside of
their legs were nice and moist down to about halfway between my crotch and
my knees.  Other than that though, I was surprisingly dry: my legs didn't
feel wet at all; none of my pee made it down to the floor.  I wasn't sure
how it had happened that way, but at least my panties were all warm and
wet. And, as far as I was concerned, that's what mattered; so I got in bed,
and enjoyed how nice and wet it felt on my butt and between my legs...  I
was asleep in no time.

   ***

   The following day was almost a repeat, except I CHOSE to pee on the
floor in the corner of my bedroom when I got out of bed in the morning.

   The day after, I only peed in the toilet once.

   The four days that followed, both my brother and I didn't pee in the
toilet a single time.  Unfortunately, with both of us peeing in the same
area in the corner of my bedroom, eight or nine times per day each; the wet
spot on the carpet started getting real big, the carpet never got to dry
out, and my bedroom was starting to smell a little like pee.  So, we went
back to peeing in the drain in the basement floor near the water heater
during the day.

   ***

   One day, a few weeks later when my brother and me went down to the
basement to pee, he suggested we try leaving our underpants on.  I was
amazed / overjoyed that he suggested we pee our underpants...and then
instantly disappointed when I saw him pull his dick out through the
leg-hold of his underpants before he began peeing.

   Not wanting my brother to think I was weird, I pulled the crotch of my
panties to the side slightly before letting out a nice stream of my own
pee. When I was about halfway through peeing, I got an idea.  I loosened my
grip on my panties just enough that they were able to slide back over my
crotch.  I simply continued peeing into / through my panties; doing my best
to pretend that my panties had slipped from my fingers accidentally.

   I pretended to be a little embarrassed that I was peeing in my panties,
and did what I could to make it LOOK like I was trying to pull them out of
the stream of my pee; while continuing to pee and enjoying how the warm
wetness was spreading through the crotch area of my panties.

   Faking shame, I hung my head a little when I finally stopped peeing.  My
brother surprised me by saying that he thought the wet spot on the crotch
area of my panties looked neat.  I bent forwards to "look at" the area in
question, before agreeing with him.  He asked how it felt; I told him it
was like wearing a wet bathing suit, but warm.

   As we were heading back up the basement steps my brother asked if I was
gonna change my panties.  I wanted to say `no', but figured he'd think I
was weird for wanting / choosing to wear panties that I had peed in; so, I
pretended to have not heard his question and didn't say anything.  Then he
really surprised me by suggesting that maybe I should wear them the rest of
the day to see what it was like wearing wet underpants for a whole day.  I
was overjoyed to hear him suggest that; but tried to sound neutral on the
subject by saying `why not.'

   A few hours later I asked my big brother if he wanted to pee in the
basement again.  He did, and we went back down there.  Like we had earlier
that day, we both removed our shorts but kept our underwear on.  Before we
got to the drain in the floor near the hot water heater, he asked if I was
gonna pull my panties to the side.  I told him I was curious how it would
feel to simply pee in / through my panties, and asked if he'd try it with
me.  My big brother shrugged his shoulders and we both ended up peeing
through our underwear.

   Afterward we finished peeing he told me he thought it was fun and
suggested we pee through our underwear the rest of the day.  I was more
than happy to oblige him.

   ***

   About two weeks after my brother and me had first peed out underpants on
purpose in the basement, the weather got really hot.  My big brother
managed to convince our dad to get the kiddie pool out of the attic about
the garage, put it in the back yard, and fill it.

   Every day that followed, after getting up in the morning my big brother
and me would put on our bathing suits and after having breakfast would go
out and sit in the kiddie pool.  We'd spend several hours each day sitting
in / playing in the kiddie pool.

   That first day, about two hours after we got in the kiddie pool, I had
to pee.  I stood up and started to get out of the pool when my brother
asked what I was doing.  I told him the truth: I had to pee and was going
to go...I was going to say to the bathroom, but neither of us had peed in a
toilet in days.  He suggested I just go in my bathing suit in the pool.  I
shrugged and, standing there in the kiddie pool, simply started peeing in
my bathing suit.  My big brother commented that it looked neat the way
there was a stream of liquid appearing out of the crotch of my bathing suit
and flowing down into the water in the pool without actually touching my
legs.  I couldn't see it, but his description sounded neat...

   A little later, my brother told me he had to pee.  I asked if he was
gonna stand: he said no.  I commented that then I wouldn't be able to see
him going through his bathing suit.  He asked if I wanted to feel it when
he peed: I asked how, and he suggested that I could sit on his lap. 
Without saying a work, I simply moved over and sat on my big brother's lap.
Suddenly I could feel this warmth washing up over my butt and between my
legs...if felt amazing.

   Every time we were in the kiddie pool thereafter, whenever either of us
had to pee I sat on his lap.

   ***

   For the remainder of that summer I didn't pee in a toilet a single time.