Posted by David,England on July 02, 2008 at 10:31 [87.113.80.3]
My twin sister and I have always been close. Even though we are not identical twins, we somehow look very similar with long brown hair, and fairly athletic runners' bodies. Also, we pretty much shared everything. Even when we got older and had boyfriends, Janet would ask me what happened after every date, and I did the same! I think we would both have been dumped on the spot if our boys could have heard us chatting!
In our teenage years we had also shared cross country running. Janet was usually slightly faster than me, but often we would run our races together. I remember how we laughed after one race. We looked at the results, and we were marked up in position 12 as Janet-Angela - as though we were an indivisible unit! It was running that introduced us to something else. Very early on, our friend Joe told us that if you needed to pee on a race, the only practical thing was to just do it, and as he jokingly put it, if you needed to do more than that, the only practical answer was to abandon the race altogether! I remember even then feeling a slight flutter in my stomach at the thought of just peeing in my running shorts.
Afterwards we both giggled over the idea of wetting ourselves, "like toddlers", as Janet put it. The idea was very strange, and I was a bit staggered when Janet, who was somehow always a bit more extrovert than me, announced that it was important to practice doing it before we got caught short in an important race! Janet decided not to go to the loo immediately before the next race - like sensible girls do - and see what would happen. Of course, I decided rather nervously to follow her lead....
Our private chat that evening was a bit more giggly than usual. Somehow, we both knew that our experiment had not just been about maximising our race performance - and anyway, although we were not bad runners, we were not really in competition for the top slots.
Somehow I don't think either of us went to the toilet before a race from then on!
Our conversations often came back to that incident, and Janet even confided that she had talked about it with Joe, who had by then become her boyfriend. She was a bit amazed to discover that he didn't seem in any way interested,
"OK - I always carry some old plastic in the boot for that reason - just let me know if you need it. It is a bit horrible really, but I guess it is sometimes inevitable in the longer races!"
By then, we were getting ready for university. Janet was going to do physics, and I had decided to go for medicine. Fortunately we were both accepted for the same university - the idea of being separated would have seemed quite awful even though we were nearly 19.
That summer, shortly before we were due to start, Janet confided with me that she had split from Andrew, her latest boyfriend.
"To be honest, I was getting sick of Andrew anyway, but he picked me up after yesterday's race and he made such a fuss when I warned him that I had peed my shorts! I had somehow got the idea he might get turned on a bit when I told him that, but as he drove me home, all he could do was complain that I smelled of pee!"
I giggled, "I've not had much better luck with Martin - do you think wetting is just a girly thing?"
Janet smiled and took me over to her computer. Once she had convinced me that a lot of people were into wetting, we hatched a secret plan. Janet reckoned that at university there would be lots of boozy parties, and you could wet yourself and nobody would think you were strange! Her idea was to attract two more sensible boyfriends than any we had met so far!
"Wow Janet, that would be incredibly daring, but the trouble is that neither of us drink alcohol, and I for one don't want to start - remember what happened to Uncle Peter!"
"Uncle Peter has put me off for life too, but I am sure we can pretend! Nobody will actually notice what we drink."
At this Janet started staggering about the room and actually wet her jeans a little!
"Hah - we probably need a little practice at this!", I laughed, and had a go wetting a little as well! I remember how we were blushing, and I felt all tingly!
Janet looked me up and down,
"You could probably pee all night in those black jeans of yours, and it would never show!"
I some more go, and she was damn right!
This set us plotting in detail. If we were going to have an accident, it was important to make sure it would be seen. Janet also opined that nobody had tiny accidents when drunk, so it was important to be really full as well!
We decided that it would look a bit suspicious if we both wet ourselves at the same party, and naturally Janet volunteered to test the idea first! The first party didn't really work out however. There was certainly plenty of drink on offer, and Janet had started to slip into her drunk act, when some idiot puked all over the floor! I saw my sister flinch and make a quick exit to the toilet, and I knew this was not going to be our party! We left shortly afterwards, and I think we were both remembering Uncle Peter.
At the next party, Janet decided to try her act a little sooner. She was dressed in a long red dress that we had carefully chosen to have a fabric that was easily washable, but that also went really soggy when wet! I gasped when I saw her dressed like that for the party.
"I think tonight is the night, Angie. I haven't done a drop since eleven this morning!"
"God Janet, are you really daring enough to do it? Do you really think you will get a boy?"
"I don't know, but the accident will be fun whatever happens!"
I gave a little gulp.
We had arrived late at the party, which was in a room in our own halls of residence, and it was clear that before too long, it might go the same way as last time. Janet wasted no time, however, and started to play a bit drunk even as she came into the room. We both danced for a while in the very dim light, and Janet visited the table from time to time, "getting drunk" on fruit juice! She would make a great actress.
Her performance was incredible - she suddenly appeared to slip slightly, and just plonked down really hard on a chair (though I noticed that she had carefully ensured she was sitting on her dress!) She seemed to be gazing drunk at the floor, and after a few seconds I gasped as she let go an entire day's pee straight into her dress and on to the carpet!
Amazingly, hardly anyone seemed to notice, and after a few moments, Janet seemed to recover from the effects of alcohol and resumed dancing! The back of her dress just hanging limp and soaked! Even then, hardly anyone seemed to notice what had happened. I danced across to her casually, and caught the smell of her pee, which made me think about the next party, and I swallowed nervously. It took a while, but then I noticed that Janet wasn't dancing by herself anymore. There was no way her boy could not realise what had happened, so I knew our next girly de-brief would be interesting!
Meanwhile, I carried on dancing, thinking about next week.
To be continued!