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  1. Has anyone ever had an actual true wetting accident in front of their friend/friends? Even a significant other would probably qualify. For example, not being able to hold it in the car, getting scared on a rollercoaster, being tickled, stuck in an elevator, etc. If so, what happened and how did they react?
  2. This will be a multi-part saga of Tori, an 18-year-old girl who is told it's ok to have 'accidents' multiple times by her parents. I tried to make the settings and situations semi-realistic. I also tried to keep it relatively clean sexual-wise (don't worry there is plenty of wetting). The first part of the story is loosely based on a story I read on another site many years ago, but I added a lot more details. The tags also hint towards what's to come in the future parts. PART 1 - Movie Nights It all started the summer before senior year. Being one of the older students, Tori was already 18. She spent a lot of time with her parents, for they were young - not even 40 as they had her when they were only 18 (although Tori would not follow in their footsteps). She sat with them in the living room of their fifth-floor apartment watching a movie. The activity had been her family’s nightly summer ritual. She reclined on the leather lounge chair, her parents on the couch. Both pieces of furniture were encased in a plastic cover to protect them, as their pet cat suffered a UTI. Besides the sound of plastic rustling when she adjusted, she could barely notice a difference when lounging in the chair. This was not the family’s only bathroom-related issue, however. Faulty plumbing issues had rendered both the toilets in their house useless. The plumbers needed to replace all of the sewage piping, so Tori and her parents had been using the next door neighbor’s house to shower and use the bathroom. As she sat there, she began to notice a tingling in her bladder. She moved her jeans-covered legs back and forth to distract her body from the feeling, but the growing pressure refused to subside. “Do you think I can use Mrs. Perry’s bathroom?” she asked her parents, trying to restrain any tones of discomfort from her voice. Her mom answered, “Oh no, dear, it’s almost 10 pm, knowing her, she's definitely asleep by now.” Tori gulped, her shoulders tensing in a slight panic. “How bad do you have to go?” asked her mother. “Pretty bad,” said Tori. She could realistically hold it for a while longer, but the bulging on her bladder proved too great to simply ignore. “Do you think you can make it to the morning?” asked her mother. Tori knew this would be near impossible. “No…” she uttered, shaking her head. “Alright, then you can just go,” her mother stated. Tori’s forehead crinkled in confusion. “Where?” she asked. “Yourself,” her mother answered, rather matter-of-factly. After a brief pause, she reassuringly added, “The chair is covered anyway, so don’t worry about that.” The words struck Tori, doing little to ease her confusion. Were her parents really giving their 18-year-old daughter permission to wet her pants? She looked over at her father, his blank expression unfazed. Her mother’s poker face also showed little sign of worry. Surprised at their nonchalant attitude towards her predicament, she considered her mother’s offer to relieve herself right then and there, but decided against it. Instead Tori continued to hold on. Thirty minutes later, still watching the movie, Tori’s bladder continued to balloon. Soon, her mother’s suggestion seemed more likely. Tori weighed her options - she could walk down five flights of stairs to get outside, but then what? Retreat to a city ally past 10 o’clock at night to squat amongst the trash? Tori finally conceded, thinking to herself, “Oh what the heck. The couches are protected anyway, and there’s nowhere else to go.” With that, she relaxed and let go. At first, she flinched from the warm trickle escaping into her panties, but soon the feeling of relief sent tinges of pleasure and relaxation throughout her body. It felt weird letting the liquid go, soaking her jeans, but the warmth spread around her crotch and felt strangely comforting. The glow of the TV provided just enough light for Tori to see the dark patch expanding on her denim-covered lap, like a warm storm cloud materializing in the sky. The release felt freeing, her aching muscles thanking her, throbbing with the pleasure of relief. Tori sat in her warm puddle for the remainder of the movie, savoring the fact that she no longer needed to go. She kept her muscles relaxed, letting the few remaining spurts re-warm her. When the movie ended, her dad went to bed, but her mom stopped by her chair first. “Did you go?” she asked. Tori nodded her head. “Yes, I went..” she squeaked, obviously embarrassed. “It’s okay, honey. Accidents happen,” reassured her mother. "After all, I’ve had a couple this week when watching TV after you were in bed. Just be sure to wipe up the plastic with a towel!” Tori suddenly understood why her parents appeared so nonchalant when telling Tori to relieve herself. She knew her mother suffered a weak bladder, but by the carefree tone of her voice when recalling her own accidents, this told Tori that it must have been a frequent event for her mother, or at least occur often enough for both of her parents to have grown accustomed to it. With this comforting reassurance in her mind, Tori bode her mother goodnight and wiped up the plastic-covered chair with a towel and spray cleaner. The next night played out similarly. School wouldn’t start for a few more weeks, so Tori continued to stay up late and watch movies with her parents. Her body’s bathroom schedule also remained consistent, as she soon felt the familiar urge pressing below. She asked her parents if Mrs. Perry was awake, to which they answered no. This prompted Tori to ask in a nervous voice, “Can I just go here again?” Her mother immediately answered, “Of course honey. You don’t even have to ask, just go if you need to go.” Tori approved of the answer, for she secretly looked forward to getting to have another ‘accident.’ She relaxed, her heart already pumping with excitement. She felt the first burst escape, warming her panties. Unlike last night, tonight she wore her sweatpants-shorts, which she figured would not hold as much liquid. Therefore, she decided to instead slowly release, one spurt at a time. This prolonged the pleasure, for as soon as the wetness of the last spurt began to cool, she would let out another burst, re-warming her crotch. She noticed the light gray fabric of her shorts turn a darker gray, almost black. She continued releasing slowly throughout the movie, until finally the credits rolled and her parents went to bed. Before getting up, she released the rest of her bladder, sighing as the warm stream encased her entire crotch, hips, and butt in a soothing, relieving embrace. This became her naughty habit for the next few days. The next night she wore a pair of snug leggings which hugged her thighs and calves tightly and perfectly. She could hardly wait for tonight’s movie to begin. As the opening credits rolled, she immediately started releasing the warm trickle into her pants. Although the black fabric did not change color, they held the warmth around her legs, crotch, and butt, and they did turn quite shiny, reflecting in the faint light of the TV. After the movie ended and her parents went to bed, Tori again emptied the rest of her bladder, leaning back in the chair to let the warmth spread down her legs further. Tori then saw her mother return with a towel, and she started to wipe up the couch where she and Tori's father had been sitting. Tori was shocked, as she had not actually witnessed one of her mother’s accidents and was unaware that she too wet herself during the movie. Before saying goodnight, her mother offered her the towel. “Do you need this too, honey?” Tori felt a gulp drop down her throat. She did not tell her parents about tonight’s ‘accident,’ but her mother seemed to correctly assume it still happened anyway. Tori nodded her head and took the towel, sopping up her own puddle. The wiping routine now seemed normal, reinforced by her mother’s own accident and carefree acknowledgment of Tori’s accidents. If this was the new normal, Tori oddly enjoyed it. As the days went on, Tori continued her wet habit, experimenting with different bottoms each night. One night she wore her red athletic shorts, this time deciding to hold until halfway through the movie to enjoy the feeling of relieving pressure. She strongly enjoyed this, and so the following night she actually started drinking more water starting around noon without using the neighbor’s bathroom, holding in preparation for the nightly movie. This time she wore her tight-fitting white jeans, flooding them in a warm torrent, the relief of a half-day hold sending relaxing waves of pleasure rippling through her body. The white material had become transparent, providing her with a clear glimpse of her moist panties underneath. Another night she forwent the desperate holding, instead opting to deliberately push the warm stream into a pair of her pink khaki short-shorts. On the last night of her movie wetting streak, Tori was shocked to feel a warm trickle enter her plaid pajama bottoms, completely without her intent. Was this an actual accident? Her body must have grown to associate the movies with release. Nonetheless, she welcomed the warm stream, and actually pushed it to keep it going. During a few of these wet nights, she saw her mom return with a towel and spray to clean up her own remnants. Her mom would always offer Tori the towels and cleaning spray, while carelessly proclaiming “Another day, another accident.” Tori loved her and her mother’s attitude towards the situation, the carefree treatment of what had become just another part of their daily routine. About a week of this wet movie watching had passed, and the plumbers had finally fixed the pipes in the apartment. Tori had actually felt slightly disappointed, having come to enjoy her nightly accident. Oh well, she thought, all good things must come to an end. After all, she was running low on clean clothes. However, the plastic coverings remained on the couches, this knowledge still creeping in the back of her mind. On the first night with usable toilets, she instead again opted to secretly release as she sat on the chair and watched the movie, the familiar warmth spreading through her jean shorts. After the movie, Tori was surprised to see her mom again carrying a towel and spray cleaner. Her mom also seemed shocked to see Tori still sitting in the chair. However, the ease returning to her voice, her mom admitted, “I know the toilets are fixed, but sometimes it’s just easier to go where you are.” Tori sat with her mouth slightly agape as her mother cleaned up. “Do you need this too, honey?” Somehow she correctly guessed that her daughter had also skipped the bathroom. When Tori cautiously accepted, her mother affectionately uttered, “Like mother like daughter.” Some time of ‘secret’ wetting later, the family cat’s medication seemed to finally kick in, as it began to exclusively use the litter box. Tori’s dad removed the plastic coverings from the furniture. This served as the true ending to Tori’s nighttime movie accidents, which upset her, but ultimately she realized that she should probably renormalize her body’s behavior, especially as school was starting soon. She wondered if her mother would have left the plastic coverings over the couches if her dad never removed them. However, with or without the protection, this would not be Tori’s last time indulging in her habit. -part 2 coming soon-
  3. Jade-Net-Home released a new preview, looks like a sequel to the car pissing series!
  4. Headed home from a bar yesterday which was about a 30min drive and my wife was getting more and more desperate to pee. She had broken the seal a few times while drinking and She was begging me to just pull over and let her relieve herself on the side of the road near the end of the ride. Needless to say I kept pushing on with her in agony by the time we hit our street. She was bursting and could sit still with her hand crammed in her crotch. No sooner than I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park she gasps and completely loses control peeing her pants and making a huge puddle in the seat. A definite dream come true.
  5. I love the idea of wetting in my car but I don’t love the idea of making a mess in my car, especially one that would be difficult to clean up. I know there are incontinent seat covers and washable or disposable pads but I want one that will hold a full wetting. I could wear a diaper but I want a seat cover or towel/ pad that could take a full wetting incase of traffic, or leaks, or spontaneous wetting fun. I would love to buy a new car sometime soon and would love to have wetting fun in it but I wouldn’t wanna ruin my new car. I don’t want to waste my money on a product that is only meant for tiny leaks. I don’t even know if a product like this exists but if anyone knows of good seat covers please lmk! *BONUS QUESTION:* what are ways you wet in your car? Easy cleanup ways for girls would be appreciated!
  6. Does anyone happen to have any of the wetting videos from this fansly user: https://fansly.com/Sammielove1169/posts I usually buy all my videos but these are very overpriced imo. If anyone has any I’d be interested in checking some of them out. If I enjoy them I would probably buy from her. But as of now it’s hard to tell if these videos she makes are worth the money or not.
  7. https://www.jade-net-home.com/series/11485 It's a video series about car desperation and peeing inside of the car. I really liked the samples, but couldn't find full version of them. Could you upload them here if you have one?
  8. This was sort of a half-accident? I have been in a really bad place lately (mental health) and regressing a lot. I live on my own but went with my adult parents to a family gathering last night. I couldn’t handle it and basically cried in a corner until my dad agreed to take me home, an hour away. I had about two drinks before we left the party, so not enough to be drunk but enough that I was sleepy plus exhausted from stress. I sat in the backseat and closed my eyes while my dad drove. I was half asleep and dozing when I started to pee. I call it a “half-genuine accident” because I was awake but I didn’t mean to and I was just in this regressed emotional state and I forgot I didn’t have a pullup on. I just sort of sleepily wet and then went back to dozing. Then this awful noise started happening and it was a flat tire on the highway. So we had to get roadside assistance to come change it and I was soaking wet so I had to tell my dad. And I had to get out of the car when the guys came and I was wearing pale gray jeans and they were soaked like up to the waistband and it was super obvious. And that was my night, yeah… this kind of half-accident doesn’t happen very often, but it makes me just want to wear pull-ups all the time, it would be so much easier and comforting.
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    Someone mentioned in the last one they like the school outfits... so here you go great desperation on this one.
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  10. I know this question has been asked a million times in here but I figured I’d ask it again! So the other day I was getting off the highway and I see a small SUV pulled to the side with a driver awkwardly looking at his crotch, this rather unsafely caught my eye as I actively trying to focus on the driving task. Anyways! He walks towards the back of his car and turns to open the back hatch as he turns around I noticed a very familiar sight. His butt was soaked and yes there is always the chance he could have spilled his drink but I’ve spilt a drink on myself driving and it usually doesn’t completely soak my butt. Anyways I came to the conclusion that this may have been my first sighting of someone who had an accident! Has anyone else seen someone have an accident??
  11. Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".
  12. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ec5d37ad671d Letting it go in the van
  13. View File New! Jeans Re Wetting Compilation! I peed my jeans all day long! Heres my newest compilation video! I decided to have a "no toilets allowed" day out in the countryside and just wet my pants over and over again whenever I do the urge to pee Luckily its all filmed in HD so you can watch me soak myself over and over outdoors and in the car until my jeans are totally soaked! Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 05/07/2022 Category AliceWetting  
  14. Sorry I haven't posted in a while Here! Here is my latest, very kinky wetting compilation video! Just under 15 minutes and in full HD. Watch me flood the same shorts 6 different tines over and over again to see how pee stained they become ❤ In this video, I wet them 6 times, including having a desperate accident in my car right there in the seat, completely flooding them! Then I walk home in them and sneakily wet them again as I'm walking down the street and let it trickle down my legs! I also relax in bed watching TV and just have a lazy deliberate piss right there in my shorts while gently rubbing myself, and then another day, I slowly let it all out laying on my side so it all trickles down my leg and butt cheek as you watch the wet patch glisten and grow. In another scene, I kneel on the bed facing you and just totally wet myself as you watch it all pour out into the bed! Then show off my wet butt and rub myself through the wet denim! Happy Wetting! I hope you all enjoy! Love from Alice ❤
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  15. Hey there! I recall seeing a JAV clip a while back where a woman is desperate to go, but instead of peeing on the seat or the floor in front of her, she climbs over into the back of the car and pees there. Anyone recall which video that's from or have the clip for it?
  16. In the next day I'm heading out on a nearly week long-road trip. I have to be halfway across the country for work the beginning of next week, but I thought I'd take several days to explore the scenery. I expect most of it will be natures, but I guarantee some of it is to be man-made. I'll be spending long hours behind the wheel and staying well-hydrated (I figure about four liters or so a day). I'm sure I'll be making plenty of stops along the way. I'm driving from halfway down Florida along the coast to the Carolinas, then turn inland to cross the mountains on my way to the plains of the Upper Midwest. There will be plenty of beaches, forests and fields along the way. I'll be dropping by here from time to time, hopefully to give you reports of my... progress. If you have any recommendations on what you'd like to see, by all means please let me know.
  17. Warning nudity So I have had the day to myself,no work and kids in kindergarten/school, and boyfriend working ! This don't happen so often, but when it does I just want to be naughty! So today I wanted to hold untill I loose controll and have a semi public pee When I was finally alone I wanted to do the best out of my day so I ate and drank 2 gasses 0.3l of water. I went to the gym for 40 min with pt. And bought 0.5l drink after the workout. I went to a gymclothes store and bought new gymclothes, lost 10 kg the last year so wanted to treat me a litle. In the store I started to feel that I needed to pee, but just a litle. Drove home and drank a litlebit more water and had som more food. Then I changed out of my gym clothes and put on a dress and cut my pantyhose so my pussy would be free underneath the dress. I went to the mall, had birthday few weeks ago and got some money I could spend on my self! I bought new underwear. When choosing what I wanted to try my need for a pee raised from 8 to 9 and in the changing room I almost leaked. Had my dress between my legs so I had something to hold with while trying on the bra ! IKnew that I had to go out now. It was few people before me in the queue and I felt I my pussy getting wetter, but no leaks yet. Finally it was my turn and I could not stand still any more. I paid and hurried out of the mall. Just needed to get out. But outside it was crowded of people. Remember it was nice park with benches not to far away. But had to walk past the police station first. Now I could feel I was almost almost on my breaking point. Walked to the first bench.... when I saw the sign it just got painted. Shiiit shiit shiiit. I was sending SC to few of my naughty friends. And just stood there and was not sure what to do, then it came the local alcoholics so I knew I had to hurry, just somewhere... it is another park up a hill that I just had to try to get to.... I did not make it. I was in the middle of the hill when thr firs leaked came, and another leak and I peed for 10 sek before I could stop. Then had to check if anybody had seen me, dry my legs a litle and finding better place to pee cause I still had alot left. thankfully nobody walked by this bench while I sat there. And peed some more. Then my phone called and a familyfriend asked if I could drive her home from town. ofc. I could... thankfully it was wind and sun so my pantyhose dried fast. while sitting in the car I could feel I was not empty. So I had to hold while I drove her home, without her noticing. finally I was home, but I could not get out of my car. So I grabbed a towel from my gymbag witch was still in the car since earlier. And manege to put it under me after one leak. After few more leaks I was able to get out the car and home, where I had some more fun hope you enjoyed my day
  18. Heres my newest compilation video! I decided to have a "no toilets allowed" day out in the countryside and just wet my pants over and over again whenever I do the urge to pee Luckily its all filmed in HD so you can watch me soak myself over and over outdoors and in the car until my jeans are totally soaked!
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  19. I ended up playing a hockey game yesterday about 2.5 hours away from home. We met up about 40 minutes away from my house so we could drive with 2 vans. It was a really good idea, but at the end of the trip, it would be pretty late and I would still need to make it back home… We ended up losing 7:6, but we only had 2 lines for 3 30 minute run time periods …. I did score 2 goals though… after the game, pizza and beer were arranged because it was the last skate at the arena for the season. I didn’t drink too much for obvious reasons, but enough that an hour in the ride back home, I REALLY needed to pee. I spoke up and evidently I wasn’t the only one. I was really surprised no one said anything given the fact that everyone but the driver jumped out of the van!!! Afterwards, I felt good enough to have one more beer…. But it was still about 1.5 hours before I’d be home. Basically, we didn’t stop again… our meeting point was a grocery parking lot and even though I really needed to pee, that wasn’t the best place at 1:30 am to do it. I got in my car and was determined to find a place that was “legal” to pee on my way home. Well…. I didn’t even make the highway before I started to lose control. At first it was only a little… but then a steady stream just started coming out…. Not full force, but a stream that I could not stop… a puddle formed beneath me as I managed to also soak my tee shirt and hoodie…
  20. Jen sighed and squished her thick thighs together while driving her high-end Mercedes convertible rather fast towards her home. She glanced at herself in her rearview mirror. Her grey sports bra pushed up her large jiggly tits which were bouncing as she squirmed in agony. Her dirty blonde hair blew in the wind. She glanced down at her crotch. Her squirming legs were covered in a pair of grey gymshark leggings which hid her grey spandex like Victoria's secret thong. Below that was her shaved, trembling pussy that was desperate to pee! "Come on… come on!!!" Jen begged nobody in particular as she raced down the freeway towards her house. She had just gotten finished teaching her yoga class only to find out the toilets in her studio were broken! She watched as a couple of other ladies ran out of the class to burst alongside the building. Jen couldn’t fathom pissing in such a public place and figured she just could hold it till she got home. However, like most times she had overestimated her bladder and now sat bursting in her expensive car praying she didn’t make a mess. She cursed her daughter for her small bladder. After birthing her one and only kid eighteen years ago her bladder was never the same. She never had random leaking issues like other moms had but her bladder felt like it had shrunk multiple sizes! In college she was known as an iron bladder woman, holding pitchers of beer at a time in her gut, not breaking the seal till late in the night! Now she sat squirming like a little girl desperately trying to make it home after only a couple of hours and a bottle of water. As she pulled into her driveway she sighed in relief and jumped out of her car. As she stood up she was hit with a spasm. Jen gasped and grabbed herself tightly, doubling over and dancing in place. As the spasm faded she desperately looked around hoping nobody could see. Thankfully for her, nobody did. Jen quickly made her way to the door of her somewhat large single-family home. Jen's husband had divorced her right after the birth of their daughter. However, through a long and arduous court process, it was determined he had been cheating on her for years and funneling her money through fake bank accounts. So, now she had a fantastic in a nice part of town, a great car, plenty of money coming in as a result of the settlement and she only had to work a few days a week as a yoga instructor. At the current moment though Jen wasn’t looking at her fancy white runner carpet, her beautiful stainless steel kitchen, or her shiny hardwood floors. No, she was focused on not pissing everywhere. So she ran, hands planted on her pussy whispering "oh no oh no oh no oh no!!!" as she rushed towards her first-floor bathroom. She scurried through the halls, flung open the bathroom door, and was about to open the toilet when she gasped. There was tape on the toilet lid and a note. "Bathrooms are all broken! Plumber should be here in an hour - Dani" "Dani!!!!" Jen yelled dancing in place. Jen heard a couple of thuds down the stairs and then suddenly her daughter appeared in the doorway. Dani was a slender waisted, blonde girl who had a striking resemblance to her father. Light blue eyes, bleach blonde hair. However her assets she clearly got from her mom. A jiggly thick ass, very full and bouncy tits, and nice curvy legs. She stood in a tube top and jean shorts in the doorway, her hair up in a messy bun. "Oh good, you saw my note!" "What the fuck does this mean!?" Jen cried out starting to rub her crotch in need. She felt her piss brimming at the edge of her pee hole and needed a solution soon! "Toilets are all broke! The water is filled to the top. Plumber should be by soon." Dani said. "Did you not read the note?" "Yes, I read the fucking note!" Jen snapped "Jeez mom, what are you twelve, just hold it!" Dani chuckled before leaving her mom be. "God this is all your fault… if you hadn't come out of my fucking vagina I could hold my fucking piss!" Jen cursed to herself wincing Infront of the toilet. Relief was so close yet so far. She glanced at the sink and shower. "If… if I pee there… no… Dani will know…" Frantically Jen thought she only had one other option. In her mind peeing in the sink or tub meant a cleanup process. A cleanup process meant Dani would know. If Dani knew she'd mock her mom. Simple logic… kinda. Call it pee-minded logic. No, instead of doing that Jen raced out towards her back patio. As she exited the nice glass door onto the wooden back deck and down into her fenced-off yard she pushed her thumbs into the hem of her leggings. She got near her gardening shed and was about to simply slip down her leggings and thong and burst piss into the grass below her when… "Hey, Neighbor!" "Oh fuck…." Jen's eyes went wide. She had just started to yank down her leggings, putting them halfway down her thick juicy ass. Quickly she ripped her leggings back up and turned towards her fence. A tall man was just walking up to say hi. He had a nice tidy beard, light gray eyes, an undercut haircut that clearly at one time was black but now had gray peaking through showing his age. His body was in wonderful shape and he wore a simple black tank top and tan cargo shorts. He slipped off his sunglasses and smiled at Jen. For a moment she simply viewed him as someone getting in the way of her pissing but in reality, she knew he was Mark, her sexy next-door neighbor who she had been wanting to flirt with for ages. Jen quickly turned to face Mark, her hands flying towards her back, clutching at her ass. Was it a very effective to hold your pee? No, but she was doing everything she could to hold back the flood without Mark knowing. Her thighs were pushed tightly together and she grabbed herself desperately from behind. "H-Hi Mark!" "Beautiful day out today! You just get back from class?" He asked wiping some sweat from his brow. "Y-yeah! Long day. Back-to-back classes you know…" Jen tried to continue the conversation but soon she was biting her lip and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She felt herself on the brink of losing control. "Nice! Nice… You know my boys are always telling me I should try yoga. Help destress after work…" Mark sighed leaning against the fence. *God why now! Ohhh Id love to try and get him into a private class with me but I need to pee!!!* "Oh yes! Yoga is so good at making you r-relax and…" *Gasp* In at moment Jen relaxed a bit too much and a spurt of piss rocketed into her thong. She straightened up and squeezed her thighs as much as possible together. After freezing for a second, her eyes wide, she stuttered back to her sentence "I-it just has so many benefits…" "I guess so! And what, with such a great instructor I'm sure I'd be able to get all those benefits…" Mark said with a warm smile. *is he… flirting with me? Fuck why now!!!* "I am one of the b-best…" Jen said smiling trying to keep everything under control. A moment later however she gasped again as another spurt of piss, this one longer, sprayed out from her tightly clenched pee hole. "Are you… okay? You seem tense?" Mark asked a bit puzzled. "Oh, I'm fine!" Jen fake laughed, waving her hand. "Just… pulled a muscle during my class. It's um… giving me c-cramps…" She sputtered out, another leak slipping from her grasp. "God that sucks… what muscle? I used to get all sorts of pulls in the military…" Mark asked trying to relate and keep the conversation going. Jen gasped again. Another spurt had rocketed out and she couldn’t stop it with sheer muscle alone. She shoved a hand to her crotch and rubbed, bending her knees inward. In a moment of quick thinking, she gasped out. "M-my crotch muscles um… I- split… I split a little too hard…" "O-Oh!" Mark was a bit stunned, watching Jen just openly rub her crotch Infront of him. *I mean she's… just massaging the muscles right?* "I must say I've… never pulled my crotch but a buddy of mine had… Sucked for him so… uh… Ice up I guess… sorry I can't be of more help…" Mark tried to offer up some help but he was more stunned and slowly getting hard just watching Jen squirm around. "I-I'm sure I'll be fine. I-I'm sorry it just… hurts so bad…" Jen managed to say before gasping as she lost it. She had waited too long and her muscles couldn’t hold any longer. Pee sprayed from her clenched pee hole and soaked through her soft thong, leaking and rolling down into her expensive leggings. In a flash of thinking, she leaned herself against the fence, very close to where Mark was on the fence and tried to pass off what was happening. She prayed he couldn’t see through the fence the mess that was going on. She moaned a little in relief. "Ohhhh god…" Piss continued to spray from her pussy absolutely devastating her thong and ruing her grey leggings. As Jen opened her eyes she met Marks who was simply bewildered. Thankfully for her, he couldn’t see a thing down below but he was visibly confused about her movement towards the fence and the moan. "A-are you okay?" "O-oh um yeah… s-sorry… I um… I just tried to stretch it out and….. God the relief I just got was… wonderful…" Jen sighed and then cringed a little realizing what was happening. Her piss was pooling in her expensive sneakers and the hot piss that had just splashed down her legs and was still streaking down into the grass was starting to cool on her legs. "Gotcha… well um… I better finish up out here and get dinner ready for the boys… maybe we could do a private session sometime… if you could clear up a crotch pull that fast I wonder what you could do for me!" Mark replied with a small smile. "I think… that would be wonderful!" Jen said happily. "You have a good night Jen." Mark turned and walked back to his house. On the way back his shook his head. "Man that girl might be a bit odd sometimes but she's fuckin hot!" As Mark left Jen sighed and leaned against the fence. She looked down and inspected the damage. Her leggings were soaked. Her trainers were flooded. She pulled the hem of her leggings and confirmed that her thong was absolutely flooded with piss. "Fuck sake…" Quickly she looked and saw Mark had gone inside and she made a beeline to the house. As she made her way inside she luckily was able to avoid Dani and get to her room to strip off her leggings and underwear. As she shed them and looked at herself in the mirror she thought *If you wanna get mark… you gotta learn to hold your piss better… this cannot happen again…* Little did she know this would be the first of many wet days ahead for Jen.
  21. I haven't told many stories on here, so I figured I'd tell one about an accident I had several years ago. I'm a short guy, athletic build, and at the time of this story, I was 21. I am now 27. On this day I was wearing tight gray ripped skinny jeans and a black t-shirt I'm not normally someone that wants to have genuine accidents myself unless its a special circumstance. I prefer to hold and wet with someone intentionally. Also, at this point in my life I was still very pee-shy so peeing around people in any situation was very difficult. Didn't matter how bad I needed to go, it just wouldn't come out. I was spending the day hanging out with a buddy of mine at the time. He lived in a trailer and had a kinda rough life so it was a beat up trailer. He lived about 40 minutes away from me in the middle of nowhere. I showed up in the middle of the day and we started hanging out and drinking lots of soda and energy drinks. It didn't take long for me to notice that his bathroom door was missing. He said the hinges broke and they hadn't been able to fix it yet, so they just had a bath towel hanging over the door. It covered the opening but still wasn't much privacy, so I was already not feeling great about this. I immediately slowed down on what I was drinking about decided I'd just go at a gas station on the way home. That would prove to be the wrong decision lol We ended up hanging out for about 6 hours. About 2 or 3 hours into the day, I felt like I needed to go. I was really hoping he'd want to go to the store or something so I could use the bathroom there. Obviously that never happened lol. I felt like I was getting pretty full and uncomfortable so I tried to use his bathroom. I stool there with my dick out for about 5 minutes and nothing came out. I was focusing on my breathing, turning the sink on, and pressing on my bladder. Nothing. I was getting nervous and frustrated. Eventually it got to the point where I had trouble moving around. I had to sit in a weird way with my legs out to the side and I would be holding myself any chance I got. Remember I have skinnies on so that certainly is adding to the pressure. The whole time I'm just hoping he needs to leave for a little or something so I can pee in peace. Eventually things got a little stale in the hangout and I took the opportunity to leave. I hopped in my car, pushed the seat back, up buttoned the top of my jeans, and sped out of there. Remember how I said I would use the bathroom at a gas station? Yeah there wasn't one on my way home. I completely forgot that the route was just open areas with houses and farms and stuff like that but no open businesses. I had to go so bad, I felt like if I hit too big of a bump I'd completely soak my pants. I was living at home at this point so I called my family to see if anyone was home. THANK. GOD. no one was home. I immediately got a little horny, realizing I might be able to wet when I get home and have some fun with myself, but I didn't want to piss in my car so I kept holding it. I got stuck at redlight after redlight and lots of stop signs so it took a little longer than usual to get home. I had my hand in my pants trying as hard as I could to hold it. About 2 miles from home I was really having trouble focusing on driving so I decided to let a little bit out. Even this was tough to let out because of my pee-shyness but eventually I leaked. It was so hard to not let it all go. I let enough out that my crotch was soaked about the size of a softball. I was so horny at this point and if I wasn't so desperate, I would've been hard as a rock. I finally pulled into my driveway. I shut off my car, grabbed my dick tight, and waddled to the front door. I had trouble getting my keys out of my pocket which made me squirm like crazy. I finally got my keys out but had trouble getting the lock open. Yeah, I couldn't take it. I lost control and absolutely flooded my jeans. Warm piss shot out of me and turned my gray jeans dark. It soaked all the way down to my shoes and around the back to my ass. I was completely soaked. My briefs didn't have a wet spot, they were just completely wet. I felt incredible. Obviously I went inside, jumped in the shower, and started playing with myself. Definitely one of the craziest wettings ever for me and one of the best orgasms. I hope this was entertaining to some of you!
  22. Summary: Stepsiblings Zoe and Sebastian are on a long road trip. When Zoe has too much to drink, Sebastian decides to offer his assistance. Gas station icees were a bit of a kryptonite for Zoe. Any combination of ice and syrup really was a go to, especially on a road trip. Who doesn’t love blue raspberry? Although Cherry is a safe second choice. The way it turns her tongue red compliments the curly ginger hair that bounces just past her shoulders and the freckles that pepper her cheeks. Red feels… flirtier. She knows that when she buys it, feels a prickle of shame heat her cheeks when she takes the drink back out to the minivan and slides into the backseat. Flirty shouldn’t be even remotely on her mind when she’s in the middle of a twelve hour road trip with her stepfamily. Sure, Dad is here, but he’s in his own world with Cynthia (a picture perfect stepmother though Zoe could really take her or leave her), so he’s no distraction. The issue is Sebastian. Well, it’s not really an issue per se. It can’t be an issue if she pretends she isn’t feeling a squirmy kind of attraction to the son of her dad’s second wife. That’s not like an actual brother, she tells herself over and over, but it doesn’t stop the twinge of guilt she feels when he makes her heart beat fast. She was seventeen when her dad remarried and the new wife came with a kid of her own. Sebastian is her same age, both nineteen now and home from college for Christmas — thus the roadtrip to Colorado for the holiday. Did they have to pick such a romantic family vacation? A cabin with a fireplace isn’t the easiest place to keep her mind from wandering. She never thought attraction would be an issue when her dad brought her to meet him for the first time. Zoe pictured a zit-faced teenage boy who would probably interrupt her all the time and be at least sixty percent an asshole, but Sebastian was… softer? He was nice. He was tall and thin and told her how he likes to read, what video games he plays, and they actually had a lot in common. She likes that he paints his nails black, that he wears a little eyeliner, that he’s into fashion enough to actually dress cute, and that he’s actually a bit feminine. He was different. They’ve spent just enough time together to be good friends, but not nearly enough to feel like siblings. It makes it even harder to quell the way her heart thumps when he cocks an eyebrow from the seat right beside her. “That thing is giant,” he says with a glance at the icee before turning back to the video game in his hands, leaning back in the seat and button-mashing to his heart’s content. They’re both seated in the back row out of three in the car, providing a decent barrier between them and their parents who have just finished fueling up and will probably spend the next three hours lost in singing show tunes or some terrible talk radio. It feels weirdly… private. “You’re gonna have to pee a million times.” “No I won’t, it’s fine,” she says, taking a long sip of the cherry flavored slush before setting it in a cup holder and getting comfortable for the ride. Her skirt rides up to her upper thighs when she sits so she tugs it down a little in a show of modesty and buckles the seatbelt. Sebastian pops his earbuds in and Zoe tries not to be disappointed about being ignored, choosing instead to put her headphones on and sip her drink for the next hour or so on the road. She wasn’t lying when she said her bladder wouldn’t be an issue. She doesn’t get desperate often or easily and she’s definitely no stranger to a Big Gulp on the road, but maybe the ice or her nerves being in a back seat with Sebastian are weakening her tolerance. An hour goes by and she feels that her bladder is filling, but she can hold it for a while before getting uncomfortable. Another thirty minutes and she is uncomfortable. Sebastian took his earbuds out and put his game away a little bit ago, gazing half asleep out the window. It makes it hard to squirm subtly. Zoe would just ask for a rest stop, she isn’t too shy not to, but they’re on a long country highway, far from any rest areas. Stopping will mean having to pee on the side of the road or wandering into the creepy roadside woods to do it. One of those options is way too embarrassing with her step brother right here and the other is too creepy (and she is not going to get bitten by ticks just for modesty). She tries to distract herself with her phone, but eventually she has thighs clamped together hard, trying to fight off little waves of desperation. Right when Zoe feels she’s got it under control, the car hits a pothole hard and she gasps, instinctually thrusting a hand between her legs to hold herself. “You good?” Sebastian frowns, half teasing, half actually seeming concerned. “I’m fine,” she says with a guilty glance towards the empty icee cup. “You have to pee,” he laughs. “I told you. Ask your dad to pull over.” A quick glance to the driver’s seat gives all the information Zoe needs to know they won’t be stopping any time soon — him and Cynthia have put an audiobook on. They’re doomed. “There’s no bathroom.” “Just go in the grass.” “Dude, I’m not like you. I can’t just whip it out and I don’t want to get ticks or some other weird bug bite.” Sebastian shrugs his shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to be shifting his attention away from the present situation. If anything, he seems a little too attentive to it. “What’re you gonna do then?” “I’m just gonna hold it.” “You can’t hold it that long.” He rolls his eyes. “Are you just embarrassed? I can ask him to stop.” “I’m not going outside,” she blushes, one hand still stuffed under her skirt, pressing hard against her pussy through thin pink panties. Fuck, she’s been talking to Sebastian this whole time with her hand like this. “Don’t say anything.” “I won’t, but you seriously look like you’re gonna burst.” He glances towards the large empty cup that’s put Zoe in her current predicament. “There, just go in that.” “What?!” She hisses, face going bright red at the thought of not just peeing in a cup, but doing it in front of him. “No way.” “Why? It’s big enough.” Her heart pounds. Why does it seem like he wants her to do that in front of him? She’s glad the sound of the road and the book in the speakers are keeping their conversation from being overheard right now because something suddenly feels much more… inappropriate. Is she throbbing a little between her legs because she’s desperate to relieve herself or because she’s excited that Sebastian is technically trying to goad her out of her panties? “That’s so gross, where would we even put it after?” “Put the lid on, tie it in a plastic bag, throw it out when we stop,” Sebastian says like the solution is perfectly obvious and entirely reasonable, but then he looks at her and his expression is soft with that little hint of genuine worry. “If you have to go, don’t hurt yourself, okay? For real, you can hurt your kidneys and stuff.” “I…” Zoe feels her cheeks burning red. The offer is a little tempting. She has to go so fucking bad now and on top of that, she’s curious to see if Sebastian would look away or if he would try and sneak a peek at her while she peed. “I can’t pee in a cup. That’s too embarrassing.” “I wouldn’t tell anyone.” He shrugs his shoulders. “But suit yourself.” Zoe lets out a little huff and squirms again, parting her thighs so she can put her second hand between her legs and squeeze tight. They’re already talking about her openly pissing in front of him, so she can handle holding herself at least. It’s embarrassing, but it’s helping her hold on. She shifts her gaze out the window and tries to find anything to distract her from how desperate she’s becoming, but there’s nothing but the same old pine trees lining the road, not even an animal in sight. She winces hard when another desperate wave hits her and the car rolls over a bump in the road at the worst moment. She feels a trickle leak out, making her panties warm and damp in a small spot, but it makes it a million times harder to stop herself from letting go of more once she feels that wetness. “Fuck,” Zoe says under her breath. “You good?” “I… I just went a tiny bit.” She swallows hard and feels her hands tremble slightly against her damp panties. “Look, can you just… do you have a phone signal? Look up life hacks for holding your pee or something.” “I have a signal,” he chuckles a little as he pulls his phone from his pocket and begins to research some tips that will hopefully lead to a solution that isn’t Zoe pissing in a cup. Zoe watches him in anticipation, eager for anything that might be able to help her hold on, but all she sees is a faint blush creeping up Sebastian’s cheeks. “What does it say?” “Uh… nothing, I didn’t really find anything helpful.” “Bullshit, just tell me,” Zoe whines. She hears the childishness in her voice, but she’s too desperate to care. “Are you just pretending you didn’t find anything so I’ll pee myself? Don’t be weird.” His blush deepens. “No, it just… the tips say to, ah…” He glances awkwardly away, something Zoe might find shy and kind of cute if she wasn’t about to have an accident in front of him. “They said to think, like, sexy thoughts and to touch yourself. It said it’ll distract the body part that has to pee or something, so that you’ll forget how bad you have to go.” Zoe wonders if she’s running a fever with how hard she’s blushing, but before she can insist that’s weird and she’d never do that, two things happen. First, her clit throbs in an undeniable announcement that she's turned on hearing Sebastian talk about the possibility of her masturbating. Second, she dribbles into her panties again. Sebastian is staring at her like he’s been hypnotized, face pink. He has to be wondering if she’ll really do it. Does he want her to? Would it freak him out? Zoe doesn’t know if he sees her as a sister or not. Maybe… Maybe he should see her that way. Maybe she can use that to keep this situation from being so weird — siblings share bathrooms, right? This is just… bathroom related. It’s medical, even. “Don’t look at me okay,” she glares at him to show she means it, but can’t help but hope he watches anyways as she tugs her panties to the side beneath her skirt and slides two fingers between the slick folds of her pussy. Fuck, she’s soaking wet and it’s not from those little leaks. She’s undeniably horny and insanely wet as she rubs her clit in circles with two fingers, taking a deep breath and trying to focus on the feeling of masturbating more than the feeling of pressure in her bladder. The motions of her hand make what she’s doing obvious, but at least the skirt over her lap creates the illusion that she’s hidden. “Is it working?” Sebastian asks, sitting awkwardly with his legs crossed as he keeps his eyes respectfully cast away from Zoe. “I don’t know. I still have to go really bad,” Zoe winces. This is so confusing and embarrassing at the same time. She’s touching herself right next to her step brother. She’s panicking about being so close to peeing herself in the car. She’s insanely aroused and can’t seem to stop touching herself now that she’s started and she doesn’t know if she wants Sebastian to touch her or if she’s a freak for thinking about it. “Was there anything else online that might help?” “Um… there was one other tip, but you won’t want to do it. I don’t want you to think I’m being a creep if I say it.” “What is it?” Zoe asks, her heart beating in her throat. Sebastian squirms a little bit in his seat, bundling his jacket in his lap a bit. “It said if there’s someone else with you, it helps if you sit on their thigh or use their hand.” A wave of heat seems to roll over Zoe’s whole body. It’s impossible to deny it now, she wants to be touched. She likes the thought of straddling Sebastian’s thigh and pressing her pussy up against it. She wants his hand to hold her through her panties right now. “Look, um…” Sebastian lowers his voice, looking away from her eyes as he speaks. “If you’re really, really desperate, you can use my hand, okay? If it’ll help.” Zoe’s heart pounds. “Really?” “I mean you’re my sister technically right? So it’s not weird if I’m just… helping you.” “Y-Yeah, I mean you’re my brother technically too so it’s not like it’d be sexual.” It’s a blatant lie and they both know it, but it’s a lie that gives them the courage to cross the line with one another. Zoe inches a little closer to him, not too much, but they’re hidden well by the car seats. She tenses her body hard to hold it and removes her hands, lifting her skirt and spreading her legs. Like this, her panties are on display. The crotch has a discernible damp spot and the shape of her pussy is somewhat visible through the clingy fabric. “Wait, what if I pee on you?” She gulps, her arousal on hold in light of this very real and mortifying possibility. Wouldn’t Sebastian be grossed out? “It’s whatever,” he says, eyes locked on to her panties. Fuck, she’s never seen him look hungry like that before. “Hand?” Zoe takes a deep breath and nods. Carefully, like he knows what they’re doing is wrong and incredibly inappropriate, he pretends to look out the window while his hand moves onto Zoe’s thigh, sliding up the inside until she scoots just a little closer. He cups her pussy tight through the panties then, laying his hand over the fabric and squeezing. “Does that help?” He asks, still looking away. “Yeah,” Zoe breathes, her heart threatening to beat right out of her chest. His hand is bigger than it looks and the heel of his palm is pressing right on her clit. Is he doing that on purpose? “Thanks.” “No problem,” Sebastian says, shifting again in his seat a little as he squeezes her through the panties. They stay like that for a few minutes, Zoe chewing her lip and enjoying the pressure against her clit when a bump in the road startles her. She holds onto her pee this time, but she instinctively grabs Sebastian’s hand, pressing it down harder and pushing her hips up against it. “Shit, sorry, sorry,” she whispers even though she’s still squirming, rubbing herself right against where her step brother’s hand is hostage. “It’s fine, do what you have to do,” Sebastian says and then starts moving his hand of his own accord, sliding it up a little and rubbing her clit in circles through the panties. “Does that help?” Zoe thinks her panties might be soaked for an entirely different reason now. Fuck, it feels really good. His fingers are bigger than her own and he’s pressing down just right. “Yeah, it helps,” she blushes. “Don’t let Dad and Cynthia notice.” “I won’t.” He nods his head and glances down, watching where he’s rubbing her through the wet panties. Zoe feels her whole body heat under his gaze and she’s so distracted for a moment by how hot the situation feels, she dribbles a little more into her panties and, subsequently, against her step brother’s hand. “Sorry!” She squeaks in a harsh whisper. “Dude, you’re literally peeing yourself,” Sebastian says, his face flushed pink and his eyes fixated on the large wet spot. “You can’t keep holding it like this.” “If you don’t want to help me hold it that’s fine, but don’t-“ “I didn’t say that, I just… I don’t know.” He bites his lip, still staring, still rubbing her. The panties are undeniably wet now, making the fabric feel slightly rougher against Zoe’s clit. It makes the friction even better Zoe sees that he’s squirming and her heart pounds when she sees how obvious his boner has gotten. Fuck, they’re both turned on by this, but she’s genuinely about to piss herself. Won’t that disgust him? Sebastian rubs her clit in just the right way to tickle ever so slightly and another leak escapes, a few drops trickling through the panties and onto the seat. “Shit, shit,” she breathes, lifting herself up an inch to yank her skirt up so it isn’t underneath her. Another leak — a perfect dribble of wet warmth over Sebastian’s fingers and her wet panties, teasing her with relief. “You’re peeing,” Sebastian says in a near whisper, his cool demeanor dissipated, eyes wide in amazement as he looks directly at his hand in her panties and the new wet spot on the car seat. “Does it hurt?” Zoe feels tears welling in her eyes and nods. Sebastian keeps stroking her. “Just go,” he says, his cheeks splotched pink as he squirms in his seat. Does he want her to piss herself? Does the thought turn him on? He just told her to pee, but his hand hasn’t left her pussy. “Won’t you be grossed out?” Sebastian shakes his head. “Nah, it’s okay. I mean… this kind of thing happens.” He swallows hard and even leans in a little as if to get a better look. “You should um… take your panties off if you’re just gonna pee the seat though.” Zoe’s clit throbs at the proposition. So he does want to see. He wants to see her without panties on. She glances towards the front seat where her dad and Cynthia are singing along to something far too loudly to notice the hissing sound of her pissing the backseat, so she looks at Sebastian and gives a nod. When she lifts her hips, Sebastian takes his hand away and she tugs her panties down and off in a quick motion, tucking the damp underwear in the pocket of the seat in front of her and collecting her skirt up around her waist. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says under her breath, tears of humiliation still pricking at her eyes, but when she opens her legs, Sebastian is still staring. He’s looking at her pussy like he’s mesmerized by it, but before she can even think to be aroused or show it off, she’s peeing. Zoe closes her eyes with a whimper as she starts to dribble onto the seat below her, fighting it for maybe a second at most before the floodgates unleash and she’s full on pissing right into the soft fabric of the car seat. She angles her pelvis straight down, not letting it arc onto the floor or make too loud of a hissing sound as she tries not to moan in relief. Her thighs tremble and she feels absolutely humiliated, but also unbelievably horny. It feels so good to let go, but the warm wetness of the puddle against her pussy is making her want to rub her clit. She wants Sebastian to rub her clit. When she gathers the courage to open her eyes, she finds that Sebastian has his hand down his pants, gripping his dick and playing with himself as he watches her piss with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Zoe feels her mouth water, her heart rabbiting in her chest as she looks at him. She’s still dribbling, but she isn’t closing her legs. Instead, no matter how fiercely she’s blushing, she looks at where Sebastian is touching himself and puts her hand between her own legs. She leans back in the seat and rubs her clit with two fingers, her chest heaving with the quickness of her breath. “Sorry, I just… fuck, I’m a guy, you know? I can’t see your whole… I can’t look at you naked and not…” Sebastian sounds ashamed, but his hand is still moving. “It’s fine, we can both just… take care of ourselves,” Zoe says, burning red as she rubs her pussy, her ass soaked as she sits in the wet spot. The car seat has absorbed the puddle beneath her already. God she hopes her dad doesn’t look in the rear view mirror any time soon. They’re covered by the middle car seats, but her face could give everything away. “Swear you won’t tell anyone I had an accident, okay?” She says, eyes fixed on Sebastian’s hand in his pants. “And you have to help me next time we stop. It’s obvious I wet myself and I don’t want to explain to Dad and Cynthia by myself.” “Sure.” Sebastian nods eagerly, biting his lip as he pushes his hips up against his hand. “You’re a really cool step sister, you know. I mean… it’s cool that we’re not blood related, so we can like masturbate and stuff back here to kill time and it’s not weird or anything.” “Yeah, totally not weird.” Zoe nearly sighs in relief as she teases the excited bud of her clit and watches him. God, she wants to see his dick for real. He got to see her bare pussy. In fact, he’s still looking at it! It would only be fair for him to show her, right? “You can take it out if you want. I’m not gonna freak out or anything.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah. You saw mine already, so let me see yours too.” Sebastian glances cautiously at their parents then, seeing they’re still more than distracted, fully lifts his hips and shoves his jeans all the way down past his knees. The seatbelt rests on his abdomen, nothing obstructing the view as he spreads his legs a little bit and leans back leisurely in the car seat, sighing as he starts to steadily stroke his dick. Zoe is stunned. He’s blushing, but he seems so… comfortable. She watches as Sebastian licks his lips and stares at her pussy while he tugs rhythmically on his cock. He’s shaved completely, maybe even waxed, his dick hard and flushed pink, full and proportional to his size — not too big, but certainly not small. She swallows her pounding heart and mimics his energy, leaning back in the seat and holding her legs wide open as she casually, almost lazily, plays with her pussy and watches him stroke. “You’re so fucking hot,” Sebastian sighs, eyes half lidded. “I’m sorry I just can’t even… could I maybe…” “Maybe what?” Zoe asks, rolling her hips a little against her hand just for show. “Could I see your tits?” Sebastian asks, face bright pink as he tugs his dick and stares at Zoe’s chest through her dress. “They’re not paying attention.” He cocks his head towards their parents. Zoe shoots them a nervous glance, making sure they’re still distracted before she nods and tugs down the front of her dress. She doesn’t dare take the straps off, but pulls it down enough to tuck under her perky breasts, showing them off to Sebastian as she continues stroking her pussy. Sebastian lets out a quiet moan and leans against the car door as he jerks off, his pace quickening. “You’re such a cool step sister for this. Fuck…” “But you can’t tell anyone about my accident, got it?” “I won’t,” Sebastian promises. “God, I swear I’m not gross or anything, but seeing you do that was kind of hot.” “Peeing?” He bites his lips and nods. “Really?” Zoe blushes and thinks for a moment, swirling her fingers around her sensitive clit. Her bladder has already filled up a tiny bit again, would he like it if she…? Zoe reaches out and grabs Sebastian’s hand — the one that isn’t furiously stroking that cute little dick — so she can place it right between her legs. She presses his hand over her pussy and nudges her hips forward against it. She hopes this won’t freak him out, but he said he liked it right? With her heart hammering, she summons her courage and dribbles a little bit against his hand, whimpering quietly as he rubs her. “That’s so fucking hot,” he says with wide eyes, continuing to stroke himself with a tight fist as he plays with her clit. His eyes light up when she lets another little trickle out over his fingers. “Well now you have to keep my accident a secret or I’ll tell people you have a piss kink,” Zoe teases with a breathy laugh. Surprisingly, she’s actually getting kind of close. Sebastian’s fingers feel good as he rubs the bud of her clit and she uses a free hand to start pinching and toying with her nipple. “I thought about you,” Sebastian admits, looking hypnotized as his hands work over himself and Zoe at a similar pace. His voice is low, so they won’t be heard over the music, but his words are clear. “I jerked off thinking about you.” Zoe’s heart pounds so hard, she wonders if he can hear it. “What did you think about?” He pushes his hips up against his own fist. “I accidentally saw you naked last summer,” he blushes. “At the lake house. You were changing into your bathing suit in the changing room by the water and there was a big space between the wall and the curtain and I saw you.” Fuck, why is that so hot? She should be mortified, but instead, Zoe whimpers. “Fuck.” “So I’ve thought a lot about fucking you and eating you out,” Sebastian sighs, his hand quickening on his dick. “If we can keep our parents from finding out, we could be friends with benefits or something, you know? We could experiment with whatever we want so when we get in like… actual relationships, we’ll be good at it.” God, that sounds like heaven. “I’d be down,” Zoe says, worrying her lower lip between her teeth as he rubs her clit in slick little circles. “What would you want to experiment with?” “Licking you.” Sebastian says without hesitation, thumbing at the tip of his dick and swallowing a moan. “Maybe uh… Are you turned on by the piss thing too? Like… if you saw me have an accident?” Zoe had never thought about that before. Maybe it’s her soaked pussy doing the talking, but fuck, that sounds so hot. “That’d be so hot, oh my God.” She laughs a little at the absurdity, but rolls her hips against his hand. “Yeah, I’d want to see you piss yourself too.” “I think I’m gonna come,” Sebastian whispers, eyes still fixated on Zoe’s spread open legs. “Where should I…” “Here.” Zoe snatches her wet panties since she won’t be able to put them on again anyways. “Holy shit.” Sebastian takes his hand away from her pussy to grab the panties and presses them against his dick, squirming as he tugs himself faster, faster, then stops and shivers as he comes into them. Zoe touches herself as she watches. He makes the cutest face when he comes, all blushy with his eyes closed and mouth hanging open. Seeing him spill into her panties is all she needs to come with a whimper, her oversensitive bladder reacting to the orgasm by trickling a light stream against her hand as she rubs her clit to her pleasure’s fruition. “Wow,” she sighs, head lolling back against the car seat. “Dude… That was so good.” “Yeah,” Sebastian chuckles, wiping himself clean with the panties and stashing them in the pocket of the seat in front of him before tucking his dick away. “I’ll have my accident at the hotel later tonight, yeah? I can stand in the bath tub or something.” “Perfect.” He reaches back into the trunk and snags a folded up beach towel as Zoe tugs her dress back up over her breasts, still perky and excited from what they just got away with. “Here,” he says, handing it to her. “You can sit on it to hide the seat and no one will even know you had an accident.” Zoe takes it and nods, lifting up and stuffing the towel underneath her before sitting again. To keep her dress dry, she has to keep it hiked up around her waist, her lower half remaining exposed. “You can’t tell anyone about our benefits though, okay? You’re still my stepbrother… people can’t know.” “I won’t say anything. I mean, you know about my kink now, so… I wouldn’t break the secret.” Sebastian looks her over with a knowing gaze and smirks as he reaches for his water bottle, taking a big long gulp before setting it aside. “I think the next bathroom is still a few hours away.” End. Thank you for reading! Come say hi on Twitter @roseybabydoll
  23. MY DEAREST KATY - I have a most amusing story to share with you! Yesterday Clarence and Geoff took Elsie and me up to Cheyenne canyon for the afternoon. You know the one? We took you last time you were out? At this time of year it is filled with the most delightful penstamens, columbines, and early crocus, and there is still enough melt for the waterfall to splash reliably. It really is the best of our canyons, though we must be considered quite spoiled in the way of such things. After we had finished a late lunch: cold roast joint, good bread, raspberries and cream, and a bit too much iced tea, as it transpired, but before we we quite ready to return to the ‘hut’, one of those storms we are also blessed of in abundance blew in very quickly. It was all we could do to scramble into the carryall before we got soaked through! You know the trip back to the High Valley and home is not too long. But dearest sister, for a woman who has recently been pregnant and who was rushed into leaving before she could inspect the bushes it was entirely long enough. The ride back was an absolute anxious agony. I simply couldn’t ask to stop and stretch my legs for the rain was both heavy and incessant, there was nothing to do but cross my legs as tightly as possible and hang on. I fear I was such poor company so far as conversation that Clarence and Geoff gave up trying to talk to Elsie and me and had their own discourse primarily about the weather and cattle. Which is most of what they talk about with each other at any time so far as I can tell. I’m embarrassed to say it’s not until we were nearly back in the Valley that it even occurred to me that Elsie must be in much the same situation as me! The poor pet had her legs crossed twice over and hadn’t said a word in half an hour before I realised, not that I was not as completely helpless to assist her as I was to help myself. Now, I have permission from Elsie to tell her part of this story as well, so don’t think me a terrible gossip. Now it is all over she finds it as funny as I do, and I’m sure you must! But at the time I think she was quite vexed. Very naturally, I felt the same, to be in such a situation with our husbands just a few feet away. I reached out to hold her hand and assure her that we must be home and relieved within fifteen minutes at most. Which I was fairly confident I might manage, if barely. But poor Elsie near fell against me as she whispered in my ear that “she wouldn’t be able to last fifteen minutes”. I simply had no way to help but to encourage her to find strength to carry on, there was no other option. Alas, I’m afraid to say, Elsie’s prediction proved true and a gentle trickle found it’s way onto the floor of the carryall. Mercifully her husband was still turned around to talk to mine during all this. I quickly put my boots in the path of her liquid to keep it from casual reveal and held her hand tightly as a small comfort. But surely the back of her dress must be soaked, even as the rest of her was dry, and her indiscretion revealed upon our arrival. And as much as I felt for lovely Elsie I was yet worried that my dress may meet the same fate! Just as I, and surely she, were trying to plan for her to slip away unnoticed, we became stuck in a thick patch of mud! Clarence and Geoff worked to unstick us but the delay was sure to prove a final straw to my hopes of lasting till we reached home. Indeed, I’m afraid even without the delay I may have been unable. Except it also offered both us a window of salvation. “Let’s join the boys outside!” I suggested to our forlorn Elsie, “If all of you is wet…” Our menfolk were horrified. But we assured them that we were no society ladies afraid of a little rain and if our loves must become wet we should wish the same for ourselves. I’m afraid they must have thought us quite silly. At a safe distance Elsie began to apologise to me for what had happened. Of course I quickly quietened her and assured her that I had very nearly done the same as she. With wide eyes she suggested that we visit a nearby stand of juvenile junipers but I had to inform her that, “it was too late.” For I’m afraid, my beautiful sister, it was indeed too late. My legs were entirely awash with my own waters, filling my boots utterly. It is, I believe, not possible to contain so much while you are under a rainstorm. Of course the advantage of such a rainstorm is the evidence is quite washed away. Though I assure you, from how my lingerie clung, I knew very well what I’d done. After I’d finished, and assured Elsie that the wet patch on the back of her dress had been joined by so many other wet patches as to be unremarkable, we returned to the carryall, and endeavoured to drip sufficiently as to disguise her earlier wetness on the baseboards. And I’m very happy to report the men never had any idea of any of this! I hope this letter finds you well my dearest Katy, and as always, if you find yourself at a loose end you must come visit. We are still expecting a visit from Johnnie and Papa next month and it would be wonderful to have you as well… Give my best to Ned, and Rose if you see her. All my love, YOUR OWN, CLOVER I don’t usually write fanfic. But when I do it’s based on obscure novels from the nineteenth century.
  24. This is the story of my first accident I ever had in my adult life, and for easily over 15 years for that matter. This was just a few months ago, and I’m a guy in my early twenties. I was hanging out with my current girlfriend, before we were a couple. At the time I considered myself lucky to have an attractive friend who was prone to pee emergencies (I would later find out that she’s downright accident prone, lucky me ). The night in question began after we had fulfilled our work obligations, and decided to meet up. I pulled up to her house, and we decided to head to a casino about an hour away. During our time together, I kept an eye on her. “I have to pee”, “I don’t know if I’ll make it”, and “I’m going to pee my pants” are normal parts of her vocabulary. At the time I considered those exaggerations, but they intrigued me nonetheless. Besides perhaps the occasional “ugh I really got to pee” the night wasn’t eventful on her end. However, I myself hadn’t used the bathroom since 3:00 pm, and we only left for the drive at 10:00 pm. We were there for a good while, probably to about 2:00 am in the early morning. Towards the end I really started to feel my need to pee. Despite her small bladder, she doesn’t like public bathrooms and will just hold it until she can’t anymore. So if she didn’t need to go to the bathroom, I didn’t want to go before her. Sort of stupid of me but I’m still sort of doing that. Once we had enough we took off for our hour journey home. The whole time I could feel the pressing pressure of my bladder. I shifted in my seat a lot, but I tried to be discreet. I felt the Starbucks she bought for me hours earlier swish around in my body. By the time we got to her house I was bursting, and noticeably shaking my leg. Instead of leaving right away she lingered in the passenger seat, relaxed and in no rush to leave. She noticed me shaking, and asked if I were alright. I lied and insisted that I was drowsy and shaking to stay awake. At that she began saying goodbye so I could get home “and get to sleep” which my bladder was very thankful for. Once she left the car and I saw she got in her house alright, I immediately hurried down her street so I could get home. She lives a half hour away from me, and I knew I couldn’t hold it that long. I came up with some businesses that might have a bathroom, but they would have all been closed at that hour. I’m not above peeing outside, but she lives in a more urban city than me so I had no privacy from onlookers. I barely turned into the next street from her house when I began leaking into my underwear. I even braked to a stop to regain control. Fortunately I stopped the flow before it seeped into my jeans. At that moment my biggest hope was a busy highway gas station about ten minutes away that I prayed didn’t close the bathroom. The drive to the gas station was frustrating as I needed to traverse multiple stop light intersections. I kept the leaks to just losing a drop here and there, and I felt better once I got on the highway. Staying in motion felt better than stopping. Once I got close to the highway I made a mental map of my head where to park. I got my car into the closest parking spot for the door, thankful in more than one way that the station was dead with barely any other people. Getting out of my car put an immense amount of pressure on my bladder. I lost a drop or two while trying to stand, but was basically good as I got to the door. However, my fears became realized as I tugged on the door, and found it locked. The station was not offering any indoor services at that hour. I cursed under my breath, and hobbled back to my car. As I sat down the realization hit me that I wasn’t going to make it. I took a deep breath and grabbed some napkins knowing I would soon need them. Just as I started backing out of the parking space I began peeing full force in my pants. I peed for about ten seconds. I soaked my underwear, and there was a considerable wet spot on my jeans. As I began peeing I stuck napkins and a plastic bag under my butt to protect the seat, and while they did their job as best they could, the seat still darkened with piss. On the rest of the way back I leaked several times until my bottom was saturated. I peed so much that as I got back to my house I “didn’t have to go anymore” though my bladder was so achy that when I stood up in my driveway, it simply released what little pee it had left so that the lower portions of my jeans also got hit with a wet patch. Luckily for me everyone else was asleep when I got home, so I was able to get to the bathroom and strip, and shower, without trouble. I knew I’d be aroused later, though I was embarrassed and couldn’t believe that I had an accident before the queen of peeing herself, that is, my now girlfriend. However, I later found out my embarrassment was misplaced, as evidently she’s no stranger to having accidents. I can’t definitely say she ever had an accident before me (beyond leaking into her panties a few months prior), but I’m sure it’s happened. Just a few days afterwards, she had an accident in her jeans after I dropped her off at her house but before she reached the toilet. A week or so after that, a similar accident in her leggings after I dropped her off. We talked and she admitted that the urge just hits her and she can’t hold it. At that I confessed that my leg shaking she noticed was me doing a little pee dance in my seat, though I didn’t disclose my own accident. Just in the same month, she had multiple accidents after that. None of which I was fortune enough to see, just called about during the aftermath. I have a plethora of stories of just desperation with her, but for her privacy I won’t go into detail. However, I’m hopeful that as our relationship develops I’ll be present for more incidents. She doesn’t seem bothered by them beyond mild annoyance, so I’m more than happy to be a couple that gets desperate too often.
  25. Girl has to pee on horseback shay_and_rocket.mp4 Girl desperate and wets herself under blanket izzyjustice.mp4
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