>Jake (8) is laying in bed trying to sleep.
>His brother Nick (12) has been tossing and turning all night.
>The two brothers share a bed.
>Jakes rolls over on his side near the edge of the bed, trying to avoid his brother's flailing.
>However, his plan doesn't work out, as Nick rolls and smacks Jake in the side with his arm.
>"Ow! Nick!"
>But Nick was still sound asleep.
>His arm was wrapped around Jake's chest.
>Jake tried to pick up Nick's arm and move it out of the way, but instead Nick's arm clenched and tightened its grip around Jake.
>Soon Jake found himself being pulled toward his brother.
>"Uh, Nick?"
>"Mmmmmmmmmmm"
>Nick's hand began rubbing around on the front of Jake's body.
>Mostly around his tummy, stopping every now and then to gently squeeze it.
>Jake wasn't sure what he should do. His brother usually gets mad if he wakes him up, but this was getting weird.
>He could hear Nick breathing. It sounded slow and heavy.
>"Ungh, ohh... Candi..."
>Candy? Was he dreaming about sweets?
>Suddenly Jake felt Nick squeeze him tight and his whole body violently jerked.
>"Gah!"
>Nick's breathing was getting faster and heavier.
>The grip loosened a little, but now Jake felt something touching his thigh.
>Whatever it was, every few seconds he felt it poke him or rub against him.
>He reached down to try and grab it and figure out what it was.
>His fingers brushed against it, and it felt warm to the touch.
>He reached a bit further and managed to grab it.
>"Nngh."
>Jake tried to pull it up to see what it was, but it was stuck.
>"Aagh!"
>It also felt somewhat squishy... And a little hairy?
>What on earth is th-

>"EW!" Jake yelled as he pulled his arm away.
>It was Nick's weiner! And he had a stiffy!
>Jake tried to wriggle away, but Nick tightened his grip again.
>To make matters worse, Nick also threw his leg over and was now holding Jake's lower half close to him.
>"Niiiiick, let me go!"
>Nick was whimpering with every breath.
>Jake could feel his brother's stiffy poking him much more frequently.
>But then he started to feel his thigh getting wet.
>"EWW! NICK STOP!"
>Nick's eyes shot open, he quickly sat up and began gasping for air.
>"What the hell?"
>He could feel his privates going haywire and his boxers getting wet.
>"OH SHIT!"
>Nick clamped down on his dick to try to stop, but the damage had already been done.
>He sighed and sat in bed. He knew he would have to get up and change his underwear, but he wasn't expecting what he heard next.
>"NICK YOU PEED ON ME!"
>"Huh? What?"
>Jake turned on the lights, and what Nick saw horrified him.
>There was a huge load of semen running down the back of his younger brother's leg.
>Jake turned his head and looked down at it as well.
>"Huh? What's this stuff?"
>Jake began to reach for it.

>"WAIT WAIT JAKE! DON'T TOUCH THAT!"
>"Why not? What is it?"
>"It's, uh... It's... Look, don't worry about what it is. Let's just go and clean it off."
>Nick jumped out of bed and lead Jake towards the bathroom.
>Once there, he kneeled down and used some toilet paper to wipe off the back of Jake's leg, then began scrubbing it with a wet washcloth.
>"Please don't tell anyone about this."
>"I don't even know what's going on."
>"Good. Keep it that way."
>"Why?"
>"Because you don't need to know. It's grown-up stuff."
>"You're not a grown-up."
>"Well I'm close enough."
>Nick stood up and looked his brother square in the eyes.
>"Look, all you need to know is that I didn't do this on purpose. It was an accident, I didn't mean to, it's just something that happened while I was asleep. I mean, you're a bedwetter; you know what that's like."
>He put his hand's on Jake's shoulders.
>"So please, PLEASE don't tell anyone about any of this."
>Jake still felt confused, but Nick seemed to be really serious about this.
>"O-Okay."
>Nick let out a sigh of relief.
>"Alright, good. Well, you're all cleaned up now. Now go back to bed, I need to clean myself now."
>Jake went back to their bedroom and got back in bed.
>Nick came back shortly afterwards holding his wet boxers.
>He threw them in the dirty clothes pile, then grabbed a clean pair of boxers, pulled them on, and laid down as well.
>Finally they could put this behind them and go back to sleep.
>...
>"Umm, Nick? That white gooey stuff... Did it come from your wiener?"
>Nick sighed, "Go to sleep."