Posted by Weasel on November 16, 1999 at 10:36
MIDWESTERN FANTASY
When I was a kid, my father would tell me stories about his boyhood on a farm in a Swedish community in the Dakotas. The stories that enraged my mother were the ones about how he and his brothers would place the hands of sleeping girls in warm water to make them pee. "Mostly it didn't work, but...sometimes it did," he'd say, lost in joyous reminiscing.
My father died years ago, and this piece of fiction is dedicated to him. It ends with a tribute to the great Irish writer James Joyce, whose literary work is laden with references to panty-wetting.
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Jenny set down the bottle of soda pop on the tray in front of her, making sure that the boys were watching - her brother Sven, his good-looking friend Danny, and Danny's younger brother Kenny. She smiled at Danny, blinked her blue eyes, and brushed her yellow hair out of her face.
"Gosh," said Jenny. "I think I drank too much soda pop and lemonade. My tummy doesn't feel good."
"Easy to do on a hot day like this," said her mother. "Maybe you should rest for an hour or so before the fireworks begin."
"Oky-doky," said Jenny. She smiled again, this time to herself, because this was the cue she'd been waiting for. "I'll go upstairs," she announced loudly.
Her father and her uncles scarcely heard her, but she knew the boys were listening, even though the household was loud with the talk of grown-ups and the fussing of children. The twins had eaten lots of candy at the Fourth of July church picnic, and now they were getting cranky. Jenny could hear them howling in the yard as she began to mount the stairs towards her room. She walked slowly, swishing her rear end a little, knowing Danny was watching her, knowing she looked pretty in her white-and-yellow sundress, knowing she was about to pull the trick of a lifetime.
Had she always been evil like this? Sometimes it pleased her to think she'd gone to the bad promptly on her eighteenth birthday, back in May, or perhaps just since graduation, a month ago. But no, she decided, smiling as she reached the second-story landing - she'd always been a wild girl, an imp, a devil.
She entered her room, grimacing a bit because it still looked like a little girl's bedroom with its dolls and with everything so insufferably pink. She wasn't a little girl anymore.
The shades were drawn and the darkness was comforting. She turned on the fan to cool the late afternoon heat, then flung herself across the bed.
Damn, she had to pee!
Maybe she'd misjudged. Even climbing the stairs, she'd been aware of a gripping pain in her privates, because she'd filled up on so much liquid she was already near to bursting. The boys, of course, would want to make sure she was asleep. They'd wait for maybe twenty minutes. Good God, how could she hold on that long?
But she knew they'd come eventually. She knew they tried it on all the girls but mostly it didn't work. It had worked once on Aunt Charlotte, a silly old fool who deserved whatever she got, and who had roared like a lion and chased the boys around the barn with a switch. But the only time she'd ever heard about it working on a girl her own age was when Carl and Tommy did it to Emmy Sullivan after she passed out drunk at a party - and the results were spectacular, or so the story went. And Emmy hadn't talked to either Carl or Tommy for a whole semester, but then she started going out with Tommy, so Jenny guessed that Emmy had her secrets.
As she lay on her bed in the torpid afternoon heat, the sound of voices rustling in the downstairs living room like the broad leaves of cottonwoods in the wind, the fan humming like the inexorable passing of time, she became aware that she was absolutely dying to pee.
She shifted again, more and more painfully, sweat beading up on her septum. At first she bit her lip, but the pressure was so excruciating she feared she'd bite right through and cover herself in blood. Stars and pinwheels reeled in front of her eyes, as if the fireworks show at town hall was already in full explosive swing, even now. Jenny had been desperate to pee many times before, and had felt it as a thrill, a sweet forbidden joy, followed by the glorious rush of urination, but she'd never had to pee this bad and dammit this actually HURT ...
She pounded her pillow, bit into the sheets, trying to hold on. She lifted her sundress and grabbed at the crotch of her pink nylon panties, but she couldn't do that when the boys came in. No, she would have to lie still, make them think she was sleeping.
She cursed herself! What a fool she was! She was going to have to get up right now and run to the toilet and ruin the whole game, because she'd filled up too much and....
A creak at the door and her heart began to pound as she went completely still, almost peeing in the bed right there, oh please hurry you boys, and she lay on her back trying to look through half-shut eyes, and there was her brother Sven, carrying the bowl of warm water as if it were the chalice in a Catholic mass, a holy thing. He was followed by Danny and Kenny and even her obnoxious little brother Clarence. There were shushes and whispers and cautious footsteps. Hurry you boys, hurry.
She could feel them all around her, and she had to close her eyes all the way now, and this would be the hard part. She would have to make her hand completely limp, so that they absolutely believed she was asleep, so she would have to focus on her hand instead of on her aching crotch, and how would she keep from peeing right now and spoiling the whole game?
And now she felt a hand on hers and she had to flutter her eyes a bit to see who it was and yes it was handsome Danny and right next to him his clumsy brother Kenny, supposedly the smartest of the bunch, who seemed focused on her eyes as he brushed a big long lank of hair out of his face, and now she felt her hand touch the warm and precious water and now she could let go...
And of course she didn't need to force it because she was near to bursting, so she just let go and her heart was pounding out of her chest as she realized she was finally doing it, just as she'd always longed to. The liquid warmth spread all over her pink nylon panties, then began to soak through her sundress, then her bed. She heard the gasps from the boys, the whispers, the excitement they didn't know she shared. She wanted to laugh with joy. And still she peed, and she could hardly breathe for ecstasy, she felt so sexy as she peed and peed in her panties, dress and bed until she'd peed out all the soda pop and pink lemonade which she had carefully, purposefully guzzled all day long.
And now the whispers of the boys were frantic because they never dreamed she'd pee this much, and indeed the mattress was probably a total loss, and she heard them giggle and gasp as they began to hurry out the door, not nearly as silent as when they came in, and she heard witless little Clarence squeal with delight.
And now it was her turn, her "star turn," as she pretended to come awake. She sat up, howling with what she hoped was believable rage. She jumped out of bed and went running down the stairs after them, screeching, yelling:
"I PEED! THEY MADE ME DO IT! I PEED MY PANTS! I PEED MY PANTS!"
And she hoped no one could hear the wild exultation she felt as she sang out the words she'd always wanted to sing.
There were scuffling noises in the kitchen as Sven, Danny and Kenny lit out through the back, Kenny the goofy one as usual, almost not making it as the screen door slammed in his face. But then he pushed his way through and loped off after the others as Jenny reached the living room, turning around on her heels several times so that all could see her shame - her sundress, soaking wet from the small of her back down to the dripping hem. Her pussy caught fire and she wished she could just raise her dress, although that would give the whole game away. As it was, she could see the men shifting uncomfortably in their seats, trying to conceal their hard-ons, and she smiled inwardly, laughing a fierce silent laugh. She turned her wet butt towards dirty old Uncle Albert, remembering all the times he'd grabbed her ass in the cornfields and knowing he'd love to see the wet outline of her panties on her sodden butt.
Before today, she never would have believed it possible for a girl to feel so sexy. This was a hundred times better than dancing a lead part at the high school talent show...
The boys were gone except her little brother Clarence, dumb as a post, who had stood transfixed at the kitchen door while the others fled. Her father stormed the kitchen, grabbed Clarence, and turned him over on his knee right there, and Mother was ready with the birch switch, and then it began.
Daddy walloped Clarence with incredible vigor, and poor Clarence howled at the top of his lungs. His voice was changing, and the yowls he gave out sounded like the braying of a donkey, so that Jenny actually began to laugh out loud.
Her laughter came to an abrupt halt as she noticed the stern countenance of her mother, staring at her.
"Jenny," said her mother, rather coldly. "Don't you want to go and change?"
"Oh...yeah. I forgot," she murmured, then turned to leave the room.
But she snuck a backwards glance and smiled again to see Clarence boo-hooing like a baby while the twins laughed at him with evil glee. The sound of the birch whip was mesmerizing to her, another wild and naughty turn-on. If Daddy knew she'd peed herself on purpose, would he have whipped her wet butt in front of everyone?
Jenny slept on the couch in the front room that night, for she'd utterly ruined the mattress on her own bed. As she lay there, she touched herself again and again, feeling like a grown woman at last. The shadows of the elm trees played against the white gauze curtains, rendering the world outside magical. Yes, magical...that was how she felt.
She spent the next day in a quiet joy, a sweet angelic rapture. Sven had come home late last night to receive a "stern lecture" from his father. With a smirk, Jenny wondered how stern the lecture would really be, and how many bowls of water her father had held in his time. She hummed tuneless tunes, but their rhythmic undertone was the music of the birch which still played like a symphony in her mind.
By late afternoon the heat was settling on the land again and the only cool place was behind the barn. Jenny lingered there in a pair of big bib over-alls, daydreaming, and that was when Kenny rode up on his bike, clumsy as usual, almost falling off as he dismounted, and he left the bike lying right there on the ground as he came up to her, nearly trembling, pushing the long swatch of hair back from his eyes.
He was bright. Everyone said so. But he was rather, well...goofy. He wasn't handsome and athletic like his brother Danny (the one Jenny wished would just grab her and have his way with her). Kenny looked at the ground and stuttered as he spoke to her.
"I kn-know what you d-did."
"What do you mean?" she said, although her heart was already starting to pound with excitement.
"I saw your eyes. They f-fluttered. You were awake."
"So?"
"You did it on p-purpose..."
She had to give him credit for his boldness. He was not eloquent but he had seen right through her. Good for him
She smiled at him and touched his cheek, his trembling lips, and then she found herself all hot and rubbing against him crotch to crotch till he got his confidence going and his dick stood up. He put his hands around her rear end with a question mark in his eyes, and she knew if she did it now in her over-alls there would be no way to hide it from Ma, and Ma would know she'd done it on purpose the other time too, but as they kissed and she felt her pussy tingle like stinging nettles she knew she didn't care and she would do it anyway, Yes and the birch rod would sing to her wet rear end and the whole town would whisper about her, but that was what she really wanted because that was the kind of girl she really was, and Yes, just as well with him as with another because he was smart enough to catch her at her game, Yes and her soul said Yes, and Kenny's hands went down inside her over-alls to touch her white cotton panties with the pink flowers on them, Yes and her heart was going like mad as she took a deep breath and told herself to let go and she kept saying to herself Yes, Yes, I will, Yes Yes Yes!
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