`THE FOSTER TWINS
Chapter One
Meet Ronny
By Big Daddy (big_daddy@diaperus.com)`

    	When Ronny woke up that Tuesday morning, he didn't know that his
    whole life was about to change that day. It would be the old story of
    "I've got good news and I've got bad news!"
    	Ronny normally lay in bed and stretched a little when he woke up.
    This helped him to get wider awake. It was his way of re-booting his
    system for the day. When he stretched this morning he discovered a
    wetness in his pajamas and his bed. Amazed, he felt around in the bed
    with his hand. The wetness seemed to be right in the middle of the bed
    and the wet spot was about the size of his butt. His PJs didn't seem to
    be soaked, only just a little wet in the front of his crotch.
    	He jumped out of bed. He looked at the ceiling, maybe the roof
    had leaked or something. But they lived on the second floor of a 5
    story apartment building. So, a leaky roof wouldn't have made his bed
    wet! And besides, the ceiling wasn't wet! He finally came to the
    realization that the wetness in the bed had come out of him!
    	Ronny couldn't remember the last time that he had wet the bed. He
    was 13, almost 14. Being able to control his pee had started when he
    was 2. That was 11 years ago! Why now?
    	Sometimes when he ate the wrong thing he lost control of his poop
    and it would just run out by itself. Maybe this was the same thing. He
    decided to just make his bed like he usually did and maybe it would dry
    out by bedtime. He didn't want Dad to be asking any questions about
    this.
    	My Gawd! What if the kids in school were to find out that he had
    wet the bed? He already had problems getting along with some of them
    and being a bedwetter would really screw things up!
    	He got out of his PJs and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
    The pee that had dried on his belly felt kind of icky to him. When he
    got out of the shower he got dressed in his jeans and a Scooby Doo T-
    Shirt for school and grabbed his backpack of books.
    	He hadn't done well in English in school last year and his Dad
    wanted him to take a remedial course in summer school to try to make it
    up. It wasn't required, but Dad felt that it was worthwhile. Ronny was
    against it. This was his vacation and he wanted it to be 'school-free'
    for the summer. He wanted to use this time to explore the Internet and
    to work on computer games. Finally they bargained to the point that
    Ronny could go to summer camp if he would take the remedial course
    afterwards. Reluctantly, he had agreed.
    	On his way out the door he grabbed a Pop-Tart for breakfast. This
    was one of the new ones that his Dad had gotten with cranberry jam in
    it. He liked these. They were great!
    	Once he got to school he forgot all about the wet bed and put it
    out of his mind all day - until he got home. And, then it came rushing
    back! He felt inside of the bed, and it was still wet! He immediately
    ripped the sheets off his bed and grabbed some more dirty clothes, as
    well as the clothes that he had on and put them in the washer. He still
    had a couple of hours before Dad came home to get the laundry done.
    	He grabbed another Pop-Tart and went to his room to work on his
    homework. He sat down at his desk and turned on his computer. While it
    was booting up he thought about putting on some clothes and decided
    against it. It was just he and his Dad living here and this was an
    'clothing optional' household. Clothes were only for keeping warm. Most
    of the time when they were here alone neither one wore anything. It was
    just more comfortable with nothing on.
    	Once the computer booted he logged in to his ISP and he found 34
    e-mail messages. 29 of them were spam! One was from his Mom, one was
    from his Granddad, and one was from a guy that he had met last summer
    at camp - Brandon. The other 2 were messages from a joke list. He
    turned on his IM screen and started in on his homework. Dad had a
    strict rule that the homework had to be all done and out of the way by
    the time that he came home from work. There were some exceptions, but
    nothing today would make it exempt, and besides, he needed to get this
    laundry done and out of the way. He didn't want any exceptions today.
    He wanted everything to be as normal as possible. So, he worked on his
    homework and some chats on IM.
    	He heard the washing machine quit and he went to the laundry room
    to move the laundry to the dryer. On the way, he felt a sudden urge to
    pee. He decided to wait and pee when he was done moving the laundry.
    While he was doing the moving, Louie started leaking. (Many years ago,
    Ronny's Dad gave Ronny's penis the name of 'Louie' as a joke. Ronny had
    named his Dad's penis 'Scooby' in return.) Louie was leaking on the
    laundry room floor. Ronny got him stopped and started for the bathroom.
    The clothes hadn't all been transferred but he needed to pee very bad.
    On the way through the kitchen, Louie was leaking some more. Ronnie
    grabbed Louie with one hand and choked him. Oh! Man! Did that ever
    hurt! Then, he found a pot on the stove and he grabbed that and peed
    into it. Once he was finished and he had found relief, he emptied the
    pot into the sink and rinsed it out with hot water. He hoped that Dad
    wouldn't cook in it tonight! Then he finished moving the clothes from
    the washer to the dryer.
    	Ronny had his bed made up and all of the clean clothes put away
    when Dad came home - and his homework finished. Dad was none the wiser
    about what had happened last night.
    	Dad put on an apron and cooked some hamburgers and french fries
    for the two of them. Supper was kind of quiet. When it was finished
    Ronny and his Dad put on some clothes and they went to the park and
    played some catch until it got dark.
    	When it was bedtime, Ronny was scared. He had wet the bed last
    night and he had had a time today when he just couldn't hold the pee
    in. Would he wet the bed again tonight? Why was this happening? What
    was wrong with him?
    	This night he took a towel and stuffed it inside of his
    underwear. Normally he wore PJ's to bed, but this night he wore briefs
    to hold the towel in place. This was no good. The next morning the bed
    was wetter than ever. The towels were very soaked, and Louie was rigid,
    and slippery from being soaked in piss.
    	So, the day was a repeat of yesterday. He got the wet sheets and
    stuff in the washing machine before he left for school. When he got
    home from school he dried them all, did his homework and followed his
    usual routine.
    	When he went to bed he set his alarm clock for 1 AM, 4 hours of
    sleep. When it went off he went to the bathroom and peed. He went back
    to bed and set the alarm clock for 7 AM - his normal time for getting
    up. But, he had trouble getting back to sleep after getting up at 1 AM.
    And, then he was tired in the morning for school.
    	After several nights of this, he tried not setting the alarm. The
    next morning his bed was wet again. He managed to hide the wet sheets
    from his Dad and to get them washed up. So, he went back to using the
    alarm clock in the middle of the night.
    	He was also finding that Louie was leaking quite often. Then, he
    got an idea and bought a box of Maxi-Pads. In the morning he would put
    one inside of his underwear so that when Louie leaked, he would leak
    into the Maxi-Pad. This helped during the day, but it at night, the bed
    still got soaked, and it seemed to get wetter everyday.
    	And then he got an e-mail from Brandon. Brandon was his tent-mate
    at summer camp last summer. They had told everyone that they were twins
    - born on the exact same day to different mothers. In the dark of night
    after 'Lights Out' they had shared many, many personal, private things
    with their twin brother. Indeed, they were almost identical twins. In
    addition to being the same age, they were the same height - 62 inches
    tall, the same weight - 127 pounds, and both had red hair and blue
    eyes.

    	Brandon's e-mail:

    "Hey Bro: Keep this a secret man. But, why wouldn't you? You don't know
    anyone that I know. I'm a bedwetter! I'm scared! I don't know why! I
    wake up in the morning and my bed is soaked. Do I need to see a doctor
    and have needles stuck in me? You know how I feel about Doctors and
    needles!"

    	Ronnie wrote back:

    "Hey Bro!

    That's kind of great! As your twin I am having the same problem!"

    	Ronnie went on to explain about the MaxiPads and the alarm clock.
    	Brandon told him that he was keeping a mop pail beside the bed
    and in the night he would wake up, roll over and pee into the pail and
    then go back to sleep. Ronnie tried it and found that he slept better.
    And, the bed didn't get wet. When Brandon had learned that Ronny had
    named his friend Louie, Brandon promptly named his 'Alexander' (his
    middle name). Brandon told Ronny that Alexander was leaking a lot. Once
    he tried the Maxi-Pad idea he told Ronny that things were better.
    	Ronny started using the mop pail idea and most mornings when he
    woke up the bed was dry. Once in a while it was wet, but he had learned
    to deal with it. He was much more comfortable with the situation now
    that he knew that his twin was having the same problem.
    	And, then, things got worse!
    	Ronny was being shaken. He came out of his sleep. The alarm had
    not gone off. It was dark out. He looked around and his Dad was there
    shaking him to wake him up. He resisted. He wanted to sleep. It wasn't
    time to get up. Then, his Dad pulled the covers back like he used to
    when Ronny was a little boy. And, that's when Dad saw the wet bed. And,
    he saw that Ronny was not wearing any pajamas, or anything! Now, he
    shook harder and he quit talking gently. He turned the ceiling light on
    and he saw the mop pail!
    	Grandpa had had a stroke and they had to go Elkins to be with
    Grandma. Dad called in to the office about the emergency. Ronny got a
    quick shower, packed his bag, grabbed a Cranberry Pop Tart, and they
    got in the car and headed for Elkins.
    	While they were driving, Dad asked Ronny about the wet bed, and
    the pail. Ronny was scared, but he decided that since Dad had raised
    the issue, and since Dad was thinking about Grandpa that maybe this was
    the right time to jump in.
    	Ronny explained about the wet bed, the pail, about Louie leaking,
    the Maxi-Pad and about his twin brother having the same problem.
    	And, Dad asked him why he didn't tell him all of this before.
    And, Ronny told Dad that he was embarrassed and scared.
    	"Ronny, we know each other quite well. I would like to think that
    I know you very well, but I guess that I don't. I know that there are
    many things that you don't know about me. And, here's one.
    	"When I was 13 I started wetting the bed. Grandma found out and
    took me to the doctor. He said that it is normal for teenage boys to
    have some problems with bladder control. He said that it's a part of
    puberty. He told Grandma to put me in diapers. Well! She would never
    have her son in diapers. Diapers are for babies. I didn't like the idea
    either - for the same reason - diapers are for babies. But, Scoobie
    would leak during the day and I would be a mess by the time that I got
    home. Maybe you inherited it!
    	"I finally got tired of all of my pee being in annoying places
    and I begged Grandma for diapers. She got me some and they were great.
    I wore one every night and every morning I was dry and it felt great. I
    finally got up the nerve and wore one to school one day. Nothing
    happened, it was all fine.
    	"It was about a month later when my best friend Shane caught me
    by my locker and asked what kind of diaper I was wearing. I was
    dumbfounded, but I told him Depends. He had the same problem and he was
    wearing Depends, too."
    	Dad and Ronny talked some more and Ronny came to realize that he
    would grow out of the problem. In Harrisonburg, Dad stopped at a drug
    store and bought a bag of Depends. In the parking lot he put a diaper
    on Ronny in the back seat of the car. As they continued on towards
    Elkins they talked about the diaper. Ronny agreed that it felt
    comfortable. Louie had already leaked some and Ronny felt secure with
    the diaper.
    	Ronny asked Dad about how he felt about diapers now. Dad told him
    that once he left puberty that he no longer needed diapers, but they
    saved him from many problems when he was growing up. Ronny asked Dad if
    he liked them then, and Dad told him that he did.
    	Just over the line between Virginia and West Virginia Ronny had
    an idea and he asked Dad to pull over because his diaper was soaked.
    Once Dad had changed Ronnie's diaper, Ronnie wanted Dad to be in a
    diaper. After a bit of salesmanship Dad agreed and Ronnie diapered him.
    	When they got to Grandma's house they learned that Grandpa was
    not in serious condition and with a little rest that he would fully
    recover. They all saw him in the hospital and then went back to
    Grandma's for the night.
    	Grandma had Dad and Ronny sleeping in the same double bed
    together. It was the only bed that she had. They hadn't done that since
    Ronny was 2 years old. It felt good to both of them to be able to
    snuggle with each other. They made sure that each was in a fresh diaper
    that night. In the morning, Dad was dry, but Ronny was wet.
    	They saw Grandpa in the morning and then they went home. By the
    time that they got home, both diapers were soaked.
    	Ronny realized from looking at his Dad that people couldn't tell
    when he was in a diaper and so he started wearing a diaper to school
    everyday.
    	Now that Dad knew about Ronnie wetting the bed, Dad diapered
    Ronnie every night at bedtime. The mop pail went back into the laundry
    room and Ronnie had a dry bed every morning.
    	Ronny e-mailed his twin about this turn of events. His twin was
    pissed! His Dad would never understand this! But he was happy that
    Ronny had a Dad that understood!
    	And then, Ronny started setting his alarm clock for 5 AM. When it
    went off, he would sleepily go into his Dad's bedroom and slip into bed
    with him and snuggle up to him, wet diaper and all, and finish his
    nights sleep.

`THE FOSTER TWINS
Chapter Two
Meet Brandon
By Big Daddy (big_daddy@diaperus.com)`

    	Brandon was very upset when his Mom told him that he was going to
    go to summer camp for two weeks. He really didn't want to go. Who would
    ever want to go live in the woods and sleep in tents and not know
    anyone else there? Brandon sure didn't!
    	His parents had been fighting ever since he could remember. He
    didn't know what they fought about, and he thought that they didn't
    know either! But there was always a fight about something. They had
    decided to make a final attempt to heal their marriage. They were going
    to send Brandon off to camp for two weeks and they were going to go on
    a two week cruise. They hoped that without Brandon being around and
    being someplace different that maybe they could straighten things out.
    Otherwise, they would get a divorce when they got home.
    	So, Brandon was going to summer camp whether he liked it or not.
    	When Brandon got to Camp Hiawatha he was scared. His parents
    dropped him off and drove away. Brandon wanted to cry, but he was 13,
    almost 14, and he didn't want to be seen crying. One of the counselors
    was there talking to him and took him to where his tribe lived. The
    camp was made up of 5 tribes. The tribes were in a circle in the woods,
    just a little ways from the central area where the dining hall and
    admin area was. The tribes were far enough away that they seemed to be
    alone.
    	When Brandon got to his tribal area he could see that there were
    10 tents. There were two boys to a tent. The tents had wooden floors
    and the boys could stand up in the middle of the tent.
    	His tent mate, Ronny, was already there when Brandon got there.
    The counselor introduced them and went back to greet more new arrivals.
    As they stood there looking at each other it was almost like looking in
    a mirror! Both had red hair and blue eyes. They were both the same
    height and weight - 62" tall and 127 pounds (or thereabouts!). And,
    then they found out that they were both born on the same day. They
    immediately declared that they were twins. The camp soon nicknamed them
    The Foster Twins.
    	The weather was quite warm and on most days each boy wore just a
    loincloth as they did their daily activities. The loin cloth was
    nothing more than a long strip of cloth that went between their legs
    like a diaper and was fastened around their waist with a belt. The tail
    ends of the cloth hung down both in the front and the back.
    	During the next two weeks a casual observer would see close to
    100 teenage boys romping through the woods wearing just their
    loincloths. When they went swimming they skinny dipped. When the
    weather got cool they could put on T-Shirts, but most of the time they
    wore just loin cloths.
    	One of the daily activities was to decorate their loin cloth. So,
    soon each boy had a distinctive loincloth.
    	Brandon and Ronnie usually didn't go right to sleep at night.
    After the nightly campfire the boys all went to their tents and right
    to bed. So, after lights out Brandon and Ronny talked about anything
    and everything. After a few nights the boys were sharing their most
    intimate inner thoughts with each other.
    	Brandon's parents had abused him for several years, usually by
    beating on him. Brandon had never talked to anyone about the beatings.
    The school nurse tried to talk to him about the marks and he wouldn't.
    She called the police and he wouldn't tell them, either. But he was
    telling Ronny. And, soon he was crying as he relived those horrible
    moments. He kept apologizing to Ronny for being a crybaby. Ronny went
    over to Brandon's bed and slipped into the sleeping bag with Brandon
    and they put their arms around each other. When Brandon had finished
    telling Ronny about the beatings and the abuse, Ronny was asleep. When
    morning came, they were still holding each other. Brandon thanked Ronny
    for being there for him. He felt so much better this morning since that
    weight had been lifted off of him.
    	Brandon loved it when Ronny told him that his Dad had given his
    penis a name. He called it 'Louie'. And then, when Ronny told him that
    he had named his Dad's penis 'Scooby'. Brandon promptly named his
    'Alexander' (his middle name.)
    	Brandon was envious of the relationship that Ronny had with his
    Dad. When they were alone they wore no clothes. Ronny loved being free
    of the restrictiveness of clothing. Brandon didn't like the
    restrictiveness either, but he had to sneak around to do it. Brandon
    had to be careful what he said to his folks. He would get scolded or
    beaten if he said, or did the wrong things. Ronny was able to be open
    with his Dad and to talk about most things.
    	One thing that he hadn't talked about with his Dad was the
    divorce between his Mom and Dad. She had decided that she was Gay and
    she found a woman that she started a relationship with. She got a
    divorce from Dad and moved to another town. She still loved Ronny and
    she sent him e-mail at least once a week. But, it still hurt. One night
    he started telling Brandon all of his inner feelings about it and soon
    Brandon was in bed with Ronny and holding him while he talked and
    cried. When they awoke the next morning they were still holding each
    other and Ronny felt so much better for having talked out his feelings.
    	On Saturday night they started to have a big campfire, with
    skits, Indian dancing, roasted marshmallows, etc. About half-way
    through it started to rain. It was those BIG heavy drops. Then, they
    heard the thunder. All of the boys went running back to their tribal
    areas and their tents.
    	They got dried off and hung their loin cloths up to dry out. They
    lay on their beds and talked for a while, and soon they were asleep.
    	Ronny felt Brandon shaking him. Then he saw the flash of
    lightning and the boom of thunder. Brandon was saying, "Ronny, I've got
    to poop!" Ronny told him to go to the latrine and go. The latrine was
    on the other side of the camp from their tent. Brandon didn't want to
    go out in this heavy rain, and the lightning scared him. Ronny had to
    agree that the lightning was pretty scary. (If you can't tell your twin
    brother that you are afraid of the lightning, then who can you tell?
    "Hurry up! I can't hold it much longer! Please help me, Ronny!"
    	Ronny rummaged around in his stuff and he found a bag from the
    grocery store that he had brought some things in. He took the stuff out
    of the sack, and then he had Brandon kneel down on the floor. Ronny got
    the bag in Brandon's crotch area and then he got Alexander stuck inside
    the bag and the rest of the bag positioned under his brothers butthole
    and held it up in place. He told his brother to let it go. Just as
    there was a LOUD clap of thunder he did. A loud noise and then a thump
    as his brother's poop landed in the bottom of the bag. And, then he
    heard his brother's pee go in the bag.
    	When Brandon was done, he asked Ronny if he had to go. Ronny
    didn't really have to but he wanted to try it. So, they changed
    positions. Ronny managed to get a little poop out and then his pee
    joined his brothers pee in the bottom of the bag. Brandon twisted the
    top of the bag and tied two knots in it.
    	Then they both went outside in the rainstorm and threw the bag
    way up under the tent platform. Then, using their soap they washed
    their buttholes since they didn't have any paper. They went back into
    the tent and got dried off. Now, they were cold from the rain and so
    the two brothers got into Ronny's bed together and went to sleep.
    	By morning the rain had stopped and the sun was out.
    	The next Saturday was the last day of the camp. On Friday night
    before they went to sleep, Brandon took a sharp knife and made a small
    slit in Ronny's left forearm. Then, Ronny made a similar slit in
    Brandon's left forearm. Each brother got some of their own blood on his
    forefinger and then they mixed it into his brothers cut. They each
    raised their right hand and took an oath that from this day forward
    that they would always be blood brothers. Then, they stood up and
    hugged each other and kissed and said "I love you, brother!"
    	It was a tearful parting on Saturday. Brandon's parents were
    there. Bright, shiny and beaming. Ronny hoped that the trip had worked.
    Ronny's Dad was there. The parents met each other and then they all
    went off in opposite directions.
    	Brandon had to agree that summer camp wasn't so bad after all.
    	The brothers e-mailed each other every day. It was the late
    nights in the tent all over again, but by e-mail and by IM. They shared
    everything like blood brothers do.
    	In one e-mail Brandon told his brother about using a shopping bag
    to poop in. He said that he had tried it several times but it just
    wasn't the same as it was that night in the tent during the thunder
    storm when he had his brother helping him. Doing it alone didn't work
    right.
    	One night, he woke up in the middle of the night and his bed was
    just a little wet. He thought he had woken up just as he started to
    pee. He had to pee pretty badly. He ran into the bathroom and peed. He
    almost didn't make it! He took a towel back to his room with him and
    tried to wipe up the pee. But the bed was still damp. He put the towel
    over the wet spot and went back to sleep.
    	That afternoon after school, he e-mailed Ronny about it. It made
    him kind of happy to learn that his twin was having the same problem.
    Ronny had tried setting his alarm clock, he had kept a pail beside the
    bed to pee into, and then Louie started leaking during the day and he
    had tried Maxi-Pads.
    	He asked Ronny what he was doing about it now, and he said that
    he was using Maxi-Pads inside his underwear, using the pail beside the
    bed and hoping for the best.
    	Brandon tried the pail at night, but his bed was always damp or
    wet in the morning.
    	And, then one morning Brandon woke up in a wet bed. His bed was
    soaked! It was like everything that he had ever drunk was in that bed
    with him that morning! He was scared! Very, very scared. And, then his
    Mom came in to get him up and to kiss him before she went off to work.
    She immediately knew that something was wrong! She asked Brandon about
    the wet bed and he started to cry. She took him in her arms and held
    him and kissed him.
    	She gently asked for an explanation and Brandon didn't have one.
    She took his temperature and it was normal. He wanted to forget this
    whole thing and to talk to his brother for help. But, that would take
    too long. (And unbeknownst to Brandon, his brother was on his way to
    Elkins because his Grandfather had had a stroke.)
    	Mom got an appointment with Dr. Edwards at 4:30 for him to see
    Brandon. Brandon threw everything in the laundry and went to school.
    	After school Mom took Brandon to see Dr. Edwards. Brandon went in
    alone to talk to the doctor. Dr. Edwards had him totally undress. Then,
    he looked Brandon all over. He looked in his ears, in his nose, in his
    eyes, all over the inside of his mouth and throat. Then, as much as he
    could, he looked inside of Alexander. Then he had Brandon roll over and
    he looked inside of his butthole. After he had looked at his feet and
    armpits, he had Brandon get dressed. And, then he started talking.
    	"Brandon, your problem is puberty. Puberty can be a very mean act
    of nature. You are starting to become a man. Your penis is going to
    start to grow. You've already started growing hair around your penis -
    you're going to grow more hair, as well as in your armpits, arms, legs,
    and chest. And, your voice will start to get deeper. This is a
    complicated process that will take a few years to complete when you
    change from a boy to a man. You are going to experience a number of
    changes and if any of them don't seem right, then come back and talk
    with me. But, right now, I want you mother here when I explain the
    rest."
    	He called Mom in, and then talking to both her and Brandon, he
    went on.
    	"I've checked Brandon all over. He seems like a perfectly
    healthy, normal boy. Enjoy this boyness while you can because it's soon
    going to be gone. He's embarking on the strange and wonderful journey
    of puberty. And, sometimes the road is a bit rocky as it is now. Not
    everything inside of the body will grow and mature at the same rate and
    quite often bladder control is a victim."
    	Mom asked if there was some medicine for it, and the Doctor told
    her 'No'. He recommended diapers, as needed. Both Brandon and Mom were
    shocked! Diapers were for babies and old people!
    	"I went through the same thing as a teenager, and I wore diapers
    all of the way into medical school. Even now if I am going to be in the
    operating room, I wear diapers so that I don't have to stop work and
    then wash up again. And, if I have to stop and go pee in the middle of
    an operation, someone could die!
    	"This happens to many, many teens. I recommend diapers many times
    a month for teens."
    	Mom had a couple of questions and so did Brandon, and then they
    left.
    	When Brandon got home he e-mailed his brother about the diapers.
    At the same time Ronny had been writing about his experience with
    diapers. Just as Brandon clicked on 'send', he got his brothers e-mail!
    	So, now both of the Foster Twins were wearing diapers night and
    day. Brandon's dad was pissed about it. Mom was OK with it, but Brandon
    had to do his own diaper changes. Ronny's dad was buying Ronny's
    diapers and was changing him quite often. Brandon's mom was buying the
    diapers, but Brandon wanted to change himself.

    (to be continued)