The wet twin

Tanya entered her bedroom and the warm, subdued tones of the night enveloped her like a familiar robe. The room was bathed in soft moonlight filtering through the curtains and the acrid scent of urine lingered in the air. Her deliberate bed wetting was a ritual she had practiced for years, and today was to be no exception.

With a light sigh, Tanya pulled back her covers and revealed the carefully prepared bed. A couple of bottles of water stood next to the bedside table, ready for her hydration needs in the night. Tanya looked at them for a moment, as if they were old friends, and then reached for the first bottle. Her bladder was already quite full, but that was going to change in a moment, and keeping hydrated was important to Tanya.

She unscrewed the bottle, ignored her aching bladder and drank as much as she could - roughly half of the 1.5l bottle. Having drank enough for now, she put the bottle aside and felt the sheet - not dry, but hardly wet either. There were many yellow edges where previous nights had ended and dried up. She climbed into her bed, her pajamas not letting her feel any of the dampness as she hit the bed, first with her knees and then with her bottom, which was certainly soaked to the bottom of the mattress.

She pulled the blanket towards her, snuggled down and relaxed.

The liquid gurgled softly as Tanya let go of her bladder. The fresh piss puddled around her waist, slowly moving to knees and stomach and the sound of it seemed to fill the otherwise silent room. Tanya moved both her hands down her body as the yellow, body-warm liquid seeped into the bed linen and the blanket. The feeling of the warm urine on her skin was both familiar and exciting, and she wished to be surrounded by an absolutely soaked bed linen.

With every drop leaving her pussy, Tanya seemed to shed a burden, as if the emerging piss was not only her relaxing her bladder but also her draining her worries. The night was her time, her own world in which she could free herself from the demands of the day. When the first bladder of the night was empty, she moved down enough to push her tits into the soaked sheet, carefully distributing her weight to have a puddle to soak in.

Tanya looked at her "work of art" with a satisfied smile. The bed and her pajama, now soaked, reflected her unique way of experiencing the world. She lay down gingerly in her own freshly soaked bed again.

The warmth on her skin was a tingling sensation that awakened her senses. Tanya closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the night, the soft whisper of the wind outside and the silence of its absence. The scent of piss enveloped her like a soft veil as she snuggled into the soaked sheets. There was a soft sloshing sound as she idly fingered herself under her pajamas, and soft moans broke through the twilight as she began to massage her wet tits.

For the finale, she needed something to hump - and after pulling down her soaked pajama bottoms down to her knees, she rolled the side of the blanket and placed it between her legs, still partially covered by the other half. Still lying down, not losing any body contact, she began humping the rolled blanket, occasionally trying to add more pee (but the well was mostly dry, which was a little frustrating). Her moans grew in intensity, perhaps her sister could hear her - but she didn't care at the time. After a final spurt, her orgasm finally came and Tanya finally fell into a slumber.