Of Desperation And Accidents

Fucking Summer!
And fucking Rick, on top of that!!

Why did he have to give his newest fancy gadget - a ring that allowed you to hear anyone's thoughts nearby, except his own, of course - to Summer, of all people?!
Sure, Summer had asked for it, as soon as she had laid eyes on the thing, but why the fuck had Rick complied?! Because he liked her more than Morti? Because he was still angry about Morti's screw-up during their latest adventure? Just for shits and giggles?
The brunette didn't know. And it drove her insane. After all, it was Morti who had first asked Rick to create this gadget for her upcoming date with Jessica. A date, by the way, which was happening tomorrow!
So, yeah, Morti absolutely needed that ring. She needed to know what the fuck she was doing and what Jessica was thinking about her, so she wouldn't mess this up. Her virginity was on the line here, damn it!

Which was why Morticia, this late friday afternoon, found herself in her sister's room, rummaging through all her belongings. She knew it was risky.
While no one else was at home right now, they could come back at any second. Summer especially. And Morti could only imagine the kind of hell she would be in, if her sister caught her looking in her drawers.
But there was also another reason why she had to hurry with her search.
She winced, as a pang of need shot through her bladder and she paused her search for almost half a minute to hold herself. God, she needed to piss so badly! But she didn't dare go to the bathroom yet, even though it was right around the corner. No, she needed her ring first! Until she had it, she refused to stop her digging.

And then Morti heard the worst sound she could be hearing right about now. Footsteps. Out in the hallway. Coming towards this room. And also laughter. The laughter of a stranger and of... Summer. Shit!!
Abandoning her search the teen jumped up and looked around in a panic. She couldn't leave this room without running right into her sister, so she needed to hide. But where?
Her eyes fell on the big closet. Bingo! Quiet as a mouse Morti hurried right into it, closing the doors behind her just as Summer and her date for the day entered the room.
Stuck there in the dark, between Summer's pants and shirts, Morti could do nothing else but be completely still and listen in.

"...and then I kicked that chauvinistic prick right in the balls. Dude, you should've seen his face!"
"Oh, I bet it was hilarious! ...You know, I really like that about you. Your strength and quick reflexes, I mean."
"Thanks, girl. And I like your humor and witty remarks. You know, it's strange... It's like you always know exactly what to say at any given time, to cheer me up. Say, you haven't been reading my mind by any chance, have you?"
"No, uh... w-why would you think that?"
"Hahaha. Relax, Sum, I'm just messing with ya! But seriously, I do love how you always make me feel good."
"Oh, I bet I know a way how to make you feel even better~"
"Oooh? And what might that be~?"
"Come closer and you will find out..."

Uuurgh, really?!
Morti squeezed her eyes shut in pure exasperation, right as she heard the bed creak, as Summer and her partner got on top of it. Yep, no! Not listening in to that!
The brunette decided to go into her own happy place for a while, completely tuning out anything outside of the closet. The only problem with fixating on herself and her own thoughts, though, was that she was now fully reminded of her bursting bladder. And she immediately regretted not going to the toilet sooner...

Her thighs were slightly shivering, as she held her lower muscles, hoping to god that Summer and her partner would fuck each other quick and then piss off already, so she could run to the bathroom.
But the two teens on the bed seemed to be taking their sweet, sweet time, as they were stuck in a heavy make-out session. Morti wanted to loudly groan.
And her frustration only grew when, after a minute or two, she felt the first few drops escape her, collecting in her panties. God... damn it...!
She grit her teeth, slightly bent forward and shoved both her hands into her crotch. She was also about to fidget a bit, to do a little potty dance, as she fought off another wave of need, but refrained from doing that at the last second. After all, she had to stay stealthy, to not get caught by Summer.

And just what was her sister doing, right now? Morti fought down her own aversion long enough to take a slight peek through a gap.
Fortunately she didn't see her sister or the dude full-on naked. Unfortunately they were still in the middle of foreplay and hadn't even gotten to the next step, yet.
Morti angrily threw her head back. This was gonna take forever, wasn't it?
Too bad she didn't have forever. Especially not when a violent shiver ran through her body and her hands suddenly, suspiciously grew quite warm.
It took a short moment for her to realize that she was peeing, just a tiny trickle, but when she did it was too late to stop it in time.
Morti froze up in shock, as hot pee gathered in her palms and a tiny rivulet ran down her left pant leg, leaving a visible stain behind and warming her sock. Then she let out an almost silent moan, as relief hit her a second later, hard and immediate. She wanted to let loose right then and there, to feel more of this release...

But then she remembered where she was and she, kind of reluctantly and with a bit of effort, closed down the hatch. The trickle stopped.
The brunette let out another silent moan, just as her sister let out a loud, audible one. Seemed like she and her partner had finally begun the main part... and they were not quiet at all while fucking. Morti blushed.
The whole closet suddenly felt way too cramped and hot, as Morti stood there; flustered, bothered, needy, ashamed, shaking and with her own, warm piss in her hands. She closed her eyes in sudden despair. She wanted to piss again. She wanted to go into her own room and masturbate. She wanted to be swallowed up by the ground and disappear forever.

And she might even had her first wish granted very soon, cause another strong wave crashed over her, making her bladder let loose a big spurt. More pee filled up her hands.
F-... Fuck... She was not gonna hold out long enough. She needed to empty her aching bladder, like, right now!
But... if she did that, then Summer and the guy would hear the dripping, for sure. And how awkward would that be, to be caught like that?
Morti's whole body was shaking from urgent need and anxiety. She needed a solution, fast! Her mind was working in overdrive, as she feverishly looked around, until her eyes landed on Summer's clothes all around her. For just a second she hesitated, not feeling quite comfortable with this. But another wave made her quickly change her mind.
Sorry, Summer... But I need them more, right now!

First she carefully and awkwardly waddled over to some pants folded nearby, her hands still held open underneath her crotch, in case she leaked some more.
Once she reached said pants, she quietly emptied the existing pee in her hands all over it, before wiping her wet hands on her own, ruined jeans. With her hands now finally free, she immediately got to work.
Slowly, very slowly, she unbuckled her belt and opened the zipper on her jeans, all the while holding her breath, afraid that she might make too much noise by accident. Then, she pulled her jeans down. Again, very slowly.
She took so much time with this one task that her bladder actually got a little impatient. A twitch went through her muscles and another little spurt shot out, falling straight into her jeans with a few, faint dribbles. Morti froze, half-expecting her sister to open the closet door in anger. When that didn't happen, she relaxed with a quiet sigh and continued.

Soon she was out of her jeans and panties, naked from the waist down, except for her socks. Her blush only intensified at her own nudity, especially when she heard the bed creak rhythmically, the dude panting like crazy and Summer openly moaning and begging her partner, to, in her own words, 'fuck her brains out'.
Morti shivered, several conflicting feelings going through her mind at once. But there was no time to untangle them, or to pay any attention to her sister. Right now she got urgent business to do.

Still shivering, she grabbed one of Summer's shirts, bundled it up into a tight, thick ball and then pressed said ball into her crotch. She hesitated for like ten to twenty seconds, still not completely comfortable with all this. But her bladder, sensing that relief was near, quickly took over, emptying itself into the shirt with a trickle.
Morti closed her eyes and grit her teeth, to keep any revealing moans from coming out, just as that powerful feeling of relief hit her again. The feeling was so strong, in fact, that she had to literally fight her own body, so that it wouldn't strengthen the power of her stream on its own.
Oh, she was tempted, of course, to just press down on her bladder; to let all that hot, pent-up piss really spray out all at once, but again... it would be too loud. And so she emptied her bladder slowly. Quietly, torturously slow...

After a while the shirt became completely saturated with her warm pee, gradually dripping onto the floor. Morti quickly forced her entrance closed, despite the loud complaints from her bladder, before grabbing the next shirt and repeating the process again.

Outside Summer was letting out loud curses and groans. The guy kept panting, praising her for how tight and good she felt.
Morti felt hot and restless. And suddenly had to think about Jessica and their date tomorrow. Would they also be fucking? Would Jessica also be moaning like that and praising her?
She pressed the next shirt more forcefully into her crotch as she let go again, her stream shooting out with a bit more power this time. Morti bit her lip, as the sweet relief resumed.
It took way less time for this shirt to become saturated.

The intensity of the moans outside kept steadily rising. It was clear that they both would reach their climax soon.
Just like Morti's relief inside was steadily rising. She was breathing way quicker now, as she forced her entrance shut yet again, not quite caring when a couple drops still made it past her urethra and onto the floor below.
When she shoved the third shirt between her legs and immediately started soiling it, she mindlessly began rubbing her crotch against it while pissing, all while her heart hammered loudly in her chest.
She was so focused with that, that she didn't immediately notice it when the soaked shirt started dripping onto the floor.

A loud, guttural groan. Summer was climaxing now, while the guy was still chasing his own orgasm...
Would Jessica sound like that while climaxing?
Morti grit her teeth, desperate to also feel full relief already, to feel completely empty. She didn't want to interrupt her peeing and rubbing, but she had to, as the wet shirt kept dripping more and more.
But when she tried to cut off her flow, nothing happened, her bladder clearly fed up with all of these constant interruptions. Morti let off a quiet groan and just quickly switched out the shirts while she was still pissing, hoping to god that the guy's grunts were loud enough to mask the sound of all the dripping.

God, why was there still so much pee inside of her?
And why the fuck felt her pissing so good, right now?!

As she began to absentmindedly rub herself with the clothes again, she suddenly realized the answer to her second question: Arousal.
She was... turned on, right now.
Morti flushed even harder at the realization, not quite sure what that fact even said about her and her character.
Though her shock clearly wasn't enough for her to stop her mindless masturbating. Quite the opposite, her rubbing was speeding up now, her body desperate for some kind of release. Any release.

The shirt kept slowly leaking again, but this time Morti, heated and restless, couldn't really bring herself to care. Instead of changing it out again, she just lowered herself until she was sitting on the ground, figuring that the dripping wouldn't be so loud and obvious from this height.
Sitting down there she just continued her masturbating, even rubbing and penetrating herself with her own fingers, while keeping any moans tightly locked behind her closed lips.
Her stream still kept going, drenching her hand and Summer's shirt and pooling on the ground, but its power was quickly diminishing by now.
After ruining four shirts, two pants, her panties, her left sock and creating a sizable puddle, it seemed like her bladder was finally starting to run out. Morti was actually impressed with how much water she had been holding in there. No wonder she had to go this bad.
Feeling pleasantly empty now, but still heated all over, she continued her excessive rubbing for a couple more seconds, until, to her relief, her orgasm finally hit her; hard and fast and so, so blissful...

When it was all over and the arousal had faded enough from her tired body to fully think again, cold dread set in.

...What... had she just done...?

...And, more importantly, how the hell was she gonna explain this mess to Summer?!

And speaking of Summer...
Morti blinked, as she listened for any sound from outside. Only... there weren't any. At all. Summer's room was completely quiet. Too quiet.
Did they finish up the sex, while the brunette had been too busy with her own pleasure? Were they gone now?
The closet door suddenly opened wide, blinding Morti with the light from outside and putting the aftermath of her accident on full display. She winced and then looked up fearfully...
Summer was standing before her, a knowing smirk on her face.
"Enjoying yourself?"
No answer came. Morti just kept sitting in her own puddle, frozen and wide-eyed, her mind strangely devoid of any thoughts, as she had trouble understanding the sight in front of her.
Summer seemed... more amused than upset? And she was clothed again, thank god, unlike Morti. As for Summer's partner, he was, also thankfully, nowhere in sight right now.

Summer's smirk slowly grew, as she watched her little sister trying to piece this whole scene together. Finally the redhead just raised her hand and showed off the ring on her finger to Morti.
And just like that, it all clicked together.
That mind-reading ring that Morti had been searching for fruitlessly, for who knew how long? It had been on Summer's finger the entire time. Which also meant...
"You k-knew I was here." Morti spoke slowly, realization dawning on her. "You could read my mind... You knew I-I was in your closet!"
"Yep. To be honest, I just wanted to prank you a little. You know, fool around with David, while you are stuck in there, as punishment for sneaking into my room and all. Make things super freaking awkward for you, to keep you out of here in the future."
Summer paused, her thoughtful gaze going off to the side. To the discarded, drenched clothes.
"Though I didn't think that you would leave such a mess in here."

Morti blushed hard, her shameful eyes going down to the wet ground.
"Sorry..."
But Summer's next answer surprised her.
"Don't be. It was kind of a dick move of me, now that I think about it, trapping you in here with a full bladder, while having sex... Should've been expecting this outcome, really."
"...So... y-you're not upset?"
Summer just shrugged. And then she slowly took off her ring and handed it to her sister.
"Here. That's what you were after, right? You can have it now, if it makes you stay out of my room."
So easy! The brunette looked at the little gadget in awe, surprised and shocked at how willingly Summer had given it up.
"But... didn't you want this?"
"Eh, I finally got David into bed. Don't really need it anymore, right now. Go nuts! Just... don't use it on me."

Relief bloomed on Morti's face, as she held the ring tightly in her hand. Her date with Jessica was finally saved! Oh, she couldn't wait to try this thing out! And to practise some more for the date! In fact, she should do it right now!
The brunette jumped up and excitedly ran into her own room. So excited, in fact, that she totally forgot to get dressed first. Summer quickly called out after her.
"Hey and your clothes?!"
When no answer came, the redhead turned around and regarded her closet with a deep frown.

Great and who was gonna clean this up, now?