Marilyn had just come out of an abusive relationship. And being, alternative minded as she was, having the only male in her bed wearing GoodNites(which she changed to the girl's brand, because she believed me to have a female spirit) didn't seem like a bad idea. The bedwetter isn't going to be raping anyone.

 Since Marilyn was hiding from her Ex she didn't want anyone knowing where she was except her little sister Laura. Laura was still in High School, but she looked polar opposite to her sister, tanned skin, big breasts, and a butt that was made for tight shorts. Well, with the high school being only four blocks away, she ended up with a key. 

 

One night, Marilyn didn't come home. The whole next day, nothing. While this wasn't unusual. Laura became very anxious. I had already gone to bed, later that night and had been sleeping for a few hours. Around eleven or twelve, Laura comes bursting into my room crying.

 

I snap awake. And start trying to figure out what's going on. She's incoherently raving about how her sister must be dead and we have to go look for her. All this freaking out fifteen can say, "We gotta go find her! She's not safe! Get up!". Well, Laura was never knew that I'm not a man. And now, she wants me to get up, Now!

 

That's when she tanks the sheets off me. Laura's jaw dropped when she took in my pull-ups and little bed-wetter mat. I'm lying there stunned and put my hands over the crotch of my diaper, which only drew her attention more directly to the front of my sodden yellowed pampers. Laura, only fifteen, burst in to laughter.

Her sister completely forgotten and now, "I can't fucking believe my sister's fucking a bedwetter!".

 

Me, still in shock, confused and scared, I blurt out defensively, "We don't have sex!". My reply didn't have the desired effect, as she burst out laughing even harder and doubled over.

 

Not realizing what little pussy I am, I raised the stakes, trying to stop her laughing, "We couldn't have had sex! I'm still a virgin!.

 

At that, Laura couldn't stop laughing and was hyperventilating, repeating, "Stop! Stop! I'm gonna pee my pants". My face was burning. My throat had a big lump in it making every swallow painful. My eyes had tears in them. And, as much as rub my clit till I cream my panties, while fantasizing about being humiliated. This was different.

 

Laura told me, to stand up, because she wanted to get a better look. She could see the tears welling up in my eyes as I stood in front of her. A fifteen year old was order ordering me around in a wet diaper. This should be a dream, but it wasn't. I felt so dumb. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

 

"Oh My Gawd! Look at how full it is! It actually sagging!". She was rolling in laughter again.

 

'Laura! Please don't tell anyone?!? Please!", full begging! No shame. Tears, snot out of the nose, sobbing, and high pitched squeals. After several minutes of wanting to die of humiliation, Laura regained composure and in a cooing, cutesy voice, she started speaking, while bending over at the waist, her out stretched arm crossed at the hands and putting her hands against her snatch.

 

"Awwww! Do you need dippies all the time? I had no idea you still pee your pants! So, my sister is sleeping with a virgin, that wets his bed, and wears pull-ups to bed. What the fuck is she thinking?", Laura threw up her hands in exaggerated confusion.

 

"Come here", she said pointing at the ground next to her. I wasn't looking at her, but could feel the heat her eyes put on me, like laserbeams. With my head still down I looked up at her with just my eyes. And I sure didn't feel eight years older than her, as I slowly shuffled in to standing up, feeling the weight of a urine soaked diaper hanging between my legs.

 

On bare feet, I padded over to her. It felt like being in trouble with a baby sitter as a child; confusing and unsure, but she was definitely in charge.

 

"So, my sister actually hops into bed with you in a pull-up on your little pee-pee pad, and she's fucking fine with it? And you, I know, you know she sleeps around constantly. She fucked one of my boyfriend's friends last night! She swallowed his cum. I thought she didn't bring you out cause she was fucking around on you. Now, I know, it's not cause of that. It's cause, that's past your bedtime!" and burst into rolling, gails of laughter.

 

I was super nervous and shifting foot to foot. I could tell I had to get to the bathroom, because it's always the first thing I do, after getting up. And this was the last thing I wanted to deal with. And knew, she'd had already noticed my very noticeable distress. The wicked smile crossing her face told me, she knew everything.

 

In that same gaga-googoo talk, she said, "Do you need the potty, honey?".

 

I knew I had no control. There were no thoughts about being a man. I didn't speak, but nodded my head up and down. I was sniffling so much, I thought I'd start crying if I spoke.

 

Laura took my hand and led me out to the bathroom, like a little boy after a night time accident(which actually was the situation, I guess). Laura placed me in front of the toilet, turned me around, put her hands on my shoulders and asked, if I could use the big boy potty, as she squatted and yanked my pull-up down to my knees, but it was so heavy, it just kept falling to the floor with a thud. She looked up at me smiling. Stood back up, put her hands back on my shoulders and spoke, 

 

"Sit"

 

And I did, as she put light pressure on my shoulders, lightly pressing ne down. Laura sat on the edge of the tub, her legs spread wide and silently looked at me.

 

"Are you going? I thought you had to go?".

 

It was suddenly, as if, Laura was very annoyed and no longer found this amusing.

 

"Make sure to point your pee-pee down. If you make a mess, you'll be licking it up!"

 

Eventually, despite being bladder (a sure sign of a sissy). I began to tinkle in the potty. She ruffled my hair and told me to stand, which I did proudly. This time when she squatted, she paused and stared at my clitdick.

 

Looking up at me. She opened her mouth, moved her head forward, and put her hot breathe on my little dick. I couldn't believe what was happening. My body was quivering. I was so excited

 She made a soft moan. Put her hands on my hips. And then, lighting quick yanked up my pull-up! Destroying all hope of what I'd momentarily believed a certainty. Laura stood laughing. As she burst out in laughter; I burst out in tears. Laura started screaming,

 

"Get back in the bedroom! You crying caused you wet your diapers. Look at yourself! Soaking in per! You're suppose to be a grown man. Look at yourself! And my sister sleeps with you?!?"

 

I was rushing as fast as I could, while Laura followed, breaking any self confidence or esteem I had. I threw myself back onto my bed, not even bothering to change, I was so upset. I looked up threw my tears and Laura was filming with her phone