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Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
Subject: Revised Story: Early Birds part 2
From: an58617@anon.penet.fi (Tinker.)
Date: Fri, 28 Jul 1995 12:09:15 UTC


/* Please throw away any previous version of this story */




                            Early Birds part 2

                          By Tinker, April 1995


"Well, you must be two happy parents. I congratulate you both with the
health of Sylvia. She is as healthy as any 8-year old girl could be." The
doctor smiled and looked over her desk to the three people sitting in front
of her. They had come to her for a routine check-up and everything had
turned out fine. Sylvia was a cheerful, healthy, bright young child, doing
well at school and a credit to the community. With the results of the
medical tests she had gone through last week, there would be nothing in the
near future that could possibly cause any concern.

The woman looked at her husband and smiled. "You see? There's nothing wrong
with our Sylvia. Just like I thought." Her husband frowned. "Yes, but...
you know. I still think it is not normal." The doctor raised an eyebrow and
looked at the woman. "Is there maybe something in particular that worries
you? Something that you did not tell me before we began the tests?" The
woman sighed and stroked Sylvia's hair. The little child was not paying any
attention to the boring discussion around her and was busy leafing through
an old issue of Cosmopolitan. "Well doctor, yes there is something. We
don't understand it, especially since Sylvia seems so healthy. But once in
a while, once or twice a month or so, I find that she has wet the bed when
I change it, and sometimes I think she has wet herself during the day as
well." Sylvia suddenly seemed very interested in a certain article in her
magazine and held her breath. The doctor played with a pencil.

Momentarily, the man coughed. "Can it be that Sylvia has a weak or nervous
bladder or something medical like that? You often hear these things." The
doctor nodded. "Yes, that would be the first thing to think of. But I
wonder why it only happens once in a while. Such cases are normally quite
persistent, and you would notice it almost every night. Did you try to let
her use the toilet before going to bed?" "Yes we have. We tried everything
we could, giving her nothing to drink after six o'clock, everything. It
goes alright for weeks, and then suddenly I find those wet sheets again."
The doctor nodded. "I see. A strange question: did you actually tell her
why you wouldn't let her drink water after six, or punish her for what
happened, or mention it at all to her?" The woman shook her head. "No, not
really. I just assumed it were accidents that she did not want to talk
about, and they happened so rarely. We feel anything like that would be a
bit drastic for a sensitive child. But it won't stop. Sometimes I even
think it's getting worse."

The doctor looked at the ceiling for a moment and then looked at Sylvia,
still reading, or pretending to read. "There is one possibility that may
seem strange to you, but that could explain everything. I've read about it
before and it is nothing to worry about, although it is not exactly common
either. You see, most children start to develop the usual external signs of
adolescence in their early teens. Boys get hair and their voices break,
girls develop breasts and start their monthly cycle. Rest assured, Sylvia
is at least four years away from this. But even if she is not aware of it
herself yet, she can very well have desires. Not desires in the usual
sexual sense, because she is still too young for this; but what sometimes
happens is that such a latent desire slumbers inside children already at a
very early age. It can be as early as four years! However, in most children
it stays latent until they reach puberty, since they have to discover what
it is that they want. What I have read indicates that some children
accidentally discover a trick that gives them almost what they want. They
don't know at all what is actually happening, but they know for sure that
it satisfies them."

The mother looked at the doctor in disbelief. "You mean that she might be
doing it on purpose, to experience some kind of errr... erotical pleasure?"
The doctor nodded. "Exactly. It appears that some cases of bedwetting are
purely voluntarily, just for erotical satisfaction, although the children
of course don't see it this way at all. For them, it is just a naughty kind
of fun, very innocent." She now looked at Sylvia. "Tell us, Sylvia, is it
true that you sometimes wake up and find that you have wet the bed?" Sylvia
did not look up and started to blush. Her legs slowly waved back and forth
under her chair, and she put her thumb in her mouth. "You don't have to be
afraid to tell us. We won't bite you." Her mother put an arm around her and
gave Sylvia a hug. "Hey honey. Don't be ashamed. There's nothing to worry
about. We just want to know if you wet the bed once in a while." Sylvia
slowly shook her head.

"But honey, I have found wet sheets in your bed. You must have been wetting
the bed, and I don't think you would forget such a thing, won't you?"
Sylvia shook her head again. "So you know you did wet the bed?" Sylvia
shrugged. Her mother took her thumb out of her mouth and made her look at
her face. "Now Sylvia. Please tell me. Did you wet the bed?" Sylvia still
said nothing and shrugged again, avoiding her mother's eyes.

The doctor now stood up and walked over to Sylvia's chair. She squatted
next to her and took her hand. It was warm and a bit moist. Sylvia felt she
was in trouble. "Sylvia, we are not going to punish you for wetting the
bed. Not at all. We just want to know. Did you know that when you have wet
the bed, your mother needs to clean it up?" Sylvia pushed her lips out and
shook her head. The doctor winked at her mother. "She really does clean it
up for you. But she does not hate it. She wants you to have a dry bed. And
she wants you to have fun. Do you like to have fun?" The girl nodded. "Do
you sometimes have fun when you wake up and you feel you need to go to the
bathroom?" Sylvia said nothing, but her eyes told the experienced doctor
enough. Her mother followed the discussion with rising interest. This
doctor knew how to handle children.

The doctor now addressed the parents again. "I know enough now. She quite
simply just likes it. Nothing to worry about, when she grows a bit older,
she'll understand that it causes trouble for you and she'll stop wetting
the bed." The father still said nothing, looking like he accepted his fate
of having a slightly more explorative daughter than his neighbour. But the
woman wasn't convinced yet. "The bed, yes, well, I can understand that a
bit, but she started coming home in wet panties last summer. I've never
told you, Sylvia, but you shouldn't sit down on our couch with wet panties
on." Sylvia now whispered: "I'm sorry mum. I had forgotten that I had been
playing." The doctor winked again: "You see? Just having fun. No medical
problem. Rest assured, this will go away by itself. It just takes time to
grow up and find something else."

Her mother now took Sylvia on her lap and gave her a kiss. "Naughty child.
You made us think you were ill. But will you promise me not to wet the bed
again? Just to save me the extra work of changing it? Please?" Sylvia
hesitated for a moment and then whispered: "But I like it so much, mum." "I
know you do, honey, but it is a lot of work." "I can do it on Monday
morning, when you have to change the bed anyway." Sylvia's voice now took a
different tone. All three adults started to laugh. The doctor indicated to
the mother that she shouldn't agree. "So that I can take your mattress
outdoors every week? No Sylvia, just do not wet the bed any more. Promise?"
She gave in. "Alright, I promise." Her mother gave her a second kiss.

"And I also promise I won't sit down on the couch after I have been
playing," Sylvia volunteered. Her mother frowned. "Don't you mean: I won't
be playing naughty games any more?" Sylvia shook her head emphatically.
"No, I mean I won't sit on the couch any more. If I don't sit down on the
couch, you don't have to clean up anything, do you?" With a bright smile on
her face, Sylvia looked to the people around her and she was sure that she
had found the solution to everybody's problems. The doctor restrained a
chuckle, not without some difficulty. The father closed his eyes and
regretted the fact that he had boasted his daughter's cleverness so often.
Only the mother tried to extract some more information out of the
situation.

Curious, she asked gently: "Sylvia, when you play, how do you do it? What
do you like about it?" Her daughter now showed no single sign of
hesitation. "I just like it. It feels very nice and warm and exciting. And
I don't have to do anything special, it just happens by itself. I just have
to stand on the grass and wait." "You stand on the grass? With your panties
on?" Sylvia nodded. "Yes. It's very simple. Look." She jumped off her
mother's lap and stood in between the row of chairs and the doctor's desk.
"Just like this. You see? I can easily play and nobody will see it because
of my dress." Sylvia proudly looked around the room. Her father now rested
his head on his right hand and tried to figure out what they had done
wrong. Letting her watch too much Oprah Winfrey? No. Couldn't be. She would
be playing divorce by now.

The doctor smiled to the parents: "I am afraid I cannot do much more. The
rest will solve itself in time. Your daughter is perfectly healthy and with
a mind like hers, I wouldn't be afraid of her future. Try to be gentle to
her. Punishment won't solve a thing. She would defy you, anyway." They
shook hands and said goodbye. While they walked through the long hospital
corridors, Sylvia pranced in front of them, and the couple walked arm in
arm. Such a small wonder of a child. How beautiful.

When they were almost at the exit, the mother suddenly stopped and went
into a door. Her husband waited, knowing that he had not to go for the next
hour or so and they were close to home anyway. Sylvia looked over her
shoulder and when she noticed that her mother went into a ladies room, she
skipped back and followed her in. To the father's surprise, his wife almost
immediately came out again, pushing Sylvia out in front of her. "I've
changed my mind. I don't need to go." The man shrugged and continued his
way.

But Sylvia protested. "Hey, but I need to go! I already had to go when we
were at the doctor's. Hey, mum!" Her mother smiled. "Tsk tsk. What a
change. Until now, you always had to be dragged into a bathroom." Sylvia
sulked and followed her parents to the exit. But soon she had forgotten the
whole thing and started to dance around them in the bright sunlight. On
their way to the parking lot, the couple discreetly whispered something
Sylvia didn't catch. She had been chasing a butterfly. Turning round, she
found her parents on a bench in the park-like surroundings of the hospital,
close to the parking lots. Sylvia ran back to them. "I thought we were
going home." "Yes honey, we will go home. But we thought, well, after all
these boring tests and discussions, maybe you would want to enjoy yourself
a bit. To have some fun. To play your own little game." Sylvia looked
puzzled. "Which little game, mum?" Her mother smiled. "The little game you
need to wear a dress for, honey."

Sylvia blinked. "You mean... I can play? Now? Oh, yes! Thanks mum!" She
rushed to her parents and jumped on her mother's lap, giving her a hug, and
then she went over to her father. "Thanks dad. I promise I won't make your
car wet." He winked: "But remember: only this way. Not in the bed." "I
promise, dad. Oh, this's gonna be fun! I'll start playing right away!" She
climbed off his lap and took two steps back. A slight blush crept over her
face. After all, this would be the first time she would do it with somebody
knowing it. But nothing could go wrong. She just stood on the grass like
she was going to chant her parents a rhyme she had learned at school. Her
mother looked her all over. Sylvia was wearing the beautiful dress they had
bought her for her eighth birthday, a month ago, and looked as pretty as
your eight-year old daughter can look. She sighed. Was it a good thing to
allow her to play like this? Suddenly she felt the arm of her husband
tightly around her shoulder, and his kiss on her right cheek. At least,
Jack thought it was a good thing.

Sylvia now changed pose a bit. She now was not merely standing, but waiting
for something. Something very pleasurable. Her eyes twinkled from delight,
and a wonderful smile spread on her face. "It really is very simple. I just
stand like this, and then I start to play." Her mother silently whispered:
"I know, I know." Jack kissed her again. Sylvia now looked down. "I think
I'll start to play now. Just wait a little bit more. It has always worked
this way." Her mother moaned softly. Suddenly, Sylvia gasped and giggled:
"I have played already! Just a little bit!" She walked a few feet. "I can
feel my panties now. It's much nicer this way!" Then she turned back to her
parents and prepared herself for the real fun. With her feet a bit apart,
she told: "Don't worry mum, my shoes won't get wet." With an almost
strangled voice, her mother answered: "I know, hell I do." Jack said
nothing.

Smiling, Sylvia now took a deep breath and started to play. In a moment,
she was weeing in her panties like never before. While she looked down to
her feet, she almost yelled: "Mum, I'm playing! I'm playing! I really am!
It works! Can you see it?" Of course they could see it. From under Sylvia's
beautiful dress, a little stream fell down onto the grass, and her mother
started to pant while Jack tried to hold her. But it was no use. While
Sylvia was playing on the grass, and experienced the summit of pleasure
possible for her age, Amy suddenly rose to her feet. Jack tried to stop
her, but it was no use. Amy walked around her daughter, who was still
delightfully wetting her panties under her little dress, and finally ended
up standing next to her. Jack knew what she was up to and could only hope
for the best.

Sylvia looked up to her mother, still playing. Her mother smiled. "Are you
having fun now?" Sylvia nodded emphatically, which caused her stream to
sweep a bit back and forth. "Yes mum. I like to play. It is so wonderful. I
can feel everything getting warm under my dress." Amy took a breath. "Do
you mind me having fun as well?" she added. Despite her excited state,
Sylvia now really was surprised. "Do you want to play with me? Oh, yes!
That would be great!" Still playing, she turned left to face her mother.
With a last look at her daughter's pose, Amy closed her eyes and re-lived
old memories. Memories older than Sylvia. She pressed her thighs together
and forgot about the new skirt she wore. It wouldn't matter. Quickly she
built up the necessary anticipation, and just as her daughter told that she
should part her feet before she started to play, a hot little spurt entered
her panties. And another one. She gasped. "Are you playing, mum?" the
bright voice of Sylvia called from somewhere out of the distance. "I think
you are! I think you are playing like me!"

Yes she was playing. Although she tried to muffle it, nine years of longing
were breaking cover. She was remembering. Her tummy became a burning bush
of butterflies. Again and again, the hot waves of pleasure swept her body,
and Amy was loosing herself. "I can see it mum! It's coming down your left
leg! Mind your shoes!" Finally, Amy could move her feet a bit apart and
then started to catch up with nine long years. Sylvia, still playing
herself as well, looked with big eyes to the stream that appeared from
under her mother's skirt and noisily fell down on the soaked grass between
her parted feet. Now *this* was playing! Quickly Sylvia tried to produce
the same kind of stream as her mother, but for some things you simply need
to grow up. She spread her legs a bit more and just went on playing her own
little game. Under her dress, her panties felt great.

Jack appeared and embraced Amy. Sylvia delightfully looked up to see her
parents both being happy. What a joy to be member of such a nice family.

When they walked to their car, Sylvia prancing in front and Amy and Jack a
few yards behind, still with their arms around their shoulders, Jack
grinned. "Hey Amy. Do you think this is hereditary? They should have warned
us!"


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