Desperate Family Part 10

AMUSEMENT PARK

 

“Have fun at the book club,” Jack grinned, not believing his words were possible.  “Want me to bring you a candy apple?”

Penny rolled her eyes, “Those things are repulsive.”

“Tell that to the kids…”

“Daddy, can I have a candy apple?” Esther asked, “And also the candy apple you were gonna get for Mommy?”

“No candy apples!” Penny warned.  “Do you remember last year, Esther?”

The eight-year-old shut her mouth instantly, remembering the whirlwind of hot puke she had spewed onto her new sparkly dress after eating way too much junk food.

“I promise,” Jack replied.  He was excited to have a bit of fun with Elias, Edith, and Esther for an evening while Penny and Ezra went to the book club, which was really just a disguised support group for parents of disabled children.  It was the last weekend the fair would be up and running before winter and Jack had a hankering to ride the rollercoaster. On their way, they picked up Willis, Ruthie, and Annie.

Elias and his best friend sat in the middle of the van, ranking girls in their grade as hot or not.  “I’m pretty sure Frankie is the hottest chick ever,” Elias swooned.

“Kiana was so hot… until she left me for that jerkoff,” Willis moaned.

Ruthie, eavesdropping, angrily stared at them from the back seat, “That’s my brother.  He gets whatever he wants. And Frankie Ambrose is a total slut; I should know. She dated my brother and then left him for some freak at another school.”

“Whatever,” Willis sighed, not even turning to face her.  He had been less than enthused with most social situations ever since Kiana had left him.

“Frankie Ambrose left him because he cheated on her,” Elias whispered, “I hear she’s single.”

Willis’s eyes widened.

“I’ve also heard she’s coming down to the fair tonight,” Elias continued.

“Ha!  You don’t stand a chance!” Ruthie snickered.

Edith gave her friend a glare, “Stop,” she quietly begged.  Edith didn’t want to hear Elias’s complaints all evening long about how rude her friends were.

Esther’s shy friend Annie sat with the girls in the back row and remained silent, staring at her feet.

“Daddy, I need to go pee,” Esther whined, wiggling her legs in the front seat.

“We’re almost there, Ess,” Jack replied.

“I have to go right now!” Esther whined.

“Can you hold it for a few minutes, please?”

Esther dug her hand into her crotch and made a face.

“I swear, it’s the next exit,” Jack told his daughter.

Esther was squirming.

“I told you not to have that second soda…” Jack chuckled to himself.

“It’s not funny!” Esther shouted.

Jack tried to suppress his laughter, but continued to grin.

“Daddy stop!”

“I’m not laughing at you, honey,” Jack replied, taking the exit that led to the park.

Esther bit her lip and held herself tightly.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, we’re almost there.  Just hold on a little longer.”

Esther tried to focus on her breathing, but it was hard to ignore her desperate urge.  She rubbed her feet together and crossed her shaking legs.

When they parked, all the kids got out of the van except Esther, who sat there, trying to keep from peeing her pants.  She remembered the conversation she had with her mother not one month ago about her incontinence. Esther felt only shame over her predicament.

Jack opened the passenger side door.  “Come on, pumpkin. I thought you needed to go…”

“Daddy…” she whined, pressing hard on her crotch.  “I’m gonna pee…”

He undid her seatbelt and helped her out of the van.  “You can go right here on the pavement. Nobody’s looking,” Jack told his daughter.

Esther sniffled, knowing she wouldn’t make it much longer and took down her pants and underwear, squatting and letting a stream loose in the parking lot.

Jack handed her a tissue to wipe up with and they headed into the park, nobody noticing the aftermath of Esther’s near accident.

 

Penny and Ezra were approaching the door of the community centre where the book club was held once monthly.  “Oh Ez, Mom has to go again…” Penny whined.

Ezra waved his left hand and squealed in response.  Penny wasn’t even sure he understood what she was saying, but felt comfort in telling him of her troubles anyway.

“It’s your little sisters again.  I think they just like kicking my bladder.”  Penny pushed open the door to be greeted by Melody, the receptionist at Ezra’s physio.

“Penny!  You’re looking-”

“About 12 months pregnant?” Penny interrupted with a laugh.

Melody smiled.  “I was going to say radiant, but you do look like you need to take a load off.  Let me take Ezra to say hi to the other boys.”

“Thanks,” Penny replied, trying to hide her desperation.  The twins were definitely kicking her bladder and she wasn’t up to the challenge right now.  She darted (as fast as a pregnant woman can) towards the bathroom, but was stopped by Melody’s twin sons, Tyler and Trent.  Both young men, who had Down Syndrome, were fascinated by Penny’s belly and they were excited to see another set of twins.

“Are they boys or girls?” asked Trent, smiling down at Penny’s stomach.

“Both girls,” Penny replied patiently.  She squeezed her thighs together, trying to keep her panties dry for the evening.

“What are their names?” Tyler, who was two minutes older and wouldn’t let you forget it, asked.

“Erin Kayla and Erica Kelly,” Penny replied, smiling proudly.  She put a hand on her stomach, and feeling an instant pang of desperation from her bladder, “I’ll let you boys feel them kick when I get back from the washroom.”  Penny squeezed her legs harder and continued sauntering down the hall to the ladies’ room. Her hand found its way to her crotch and she held on tight, hoping to god she wasn’t leaking into another pair of pregnancy jeans.  The last thing she wanted to do was throw in another load of laundry.

Penny burst through the door of the first open stall.  Her hand had found its way to her pee hole and she was pressing down as hard as she could.  With the other hand, she yanked down the elastic jeans and her underwear. The flood gates opened with little mercy and her pee sprayed forcefully over her hand.  Some drops made their way to her underwear, but mostly she had made it. Penny sat for a few minutes, making sure she was empty. She sighed and rubbed her belly. “No more bladder kicking antics,” she telepathically told the babies.

 

“Dad, can me and Willis go see if Frankie and her friends are around?” Elias begged.  He knew Willis needed some female attention more than he needed to go on the rollercoaster.

“Go for it, boys.  We will meet at the front of the park at nine sharp.  Be there, or get left behind,” Jack jokingly warned, watching the teens head off to meet girls.  He remembered being fourteen and only thinking about sex. Things hadn’t changed much since those years, but he was glad to have a wife that still satisfied him.

“Daddy, can I have a hotdog?” Esther interrupted her father’s nostalgic trip.

“Of course,” Jack replied, “Annie, are you hungry as well?”

The shy, blonde girl nodded but made no eye contact.

“Do you like hotdogs, Annie?” Esther asked, eyes wide with excitement.

Annie shrugged, “Yeah.”

“Edith and Ruthie, do you two want anything to eat or drink before you head off?” Jack asked his older daughter.

The two twelve-year-olds looked at each other and shrugged.  “Maybe just two cherry sodas,” Ruthie said, “Hot dogs are kind of… yuck.”

Edith nodded in agreement.  Her little sister’s choice in food was questionable at best, but she could remember loving hotdogs at eight as well.  “Oh wow! They have ones in the shape of Hell’s Waterfall!” Edith exclaimed.

Ruthie grinned with excitement.  “That ride is so scary. Last year, my brother went on it and got so scared he nearly pooped his pants.”

Edith giggled.

“Three hot dogs, two small cokes, one medium coke, and Two cherry sodas in the Hell’s Waterfall cups please,” Jack said to the counter attendant.

Edith and Ruthie were overjoyed with their giant novelty cups.
“Dad, can we go ride the roller coaster?” Edith asked.

“Of course.  Just make sure you’re back here by nine,” Jack told them.  “…And maybe go easy on that giant soda, Edie.”

Edith wasn’t listening as she skipped off with her best friend.

“Annie, are you going to eat the rest of your hot dog?” Esther asked, eyeing the deliciously greasy snack in her friend’s skinny hands.

Annie shook her head, “I’m too full to eat all of it.”

Esther greedily grabbed the half-eaten mess of ketchup, mustard, and mystery meat and stuffed it in her mouth.

“Now let’s go ride Hell’s Waterfall!” Esther commanded.

Annie gave her friend a look of pure terror.

“What?  Are you scared?  It looks so fun!”

“C-can we just do the dragon coaster?”

Esther groaned.  The dragon coaster was for little kids!

“Ess, if you want someone to go with you on Hell’s Waterfall, I really don’t mind.  But first, let’s check out the ride Annie wants to go on,” Jack reasoned with his youngest daughter.

Annie lead the way to her favourite ride.

 

Penny sat on the old sofa, wondering if any of the other moms would care if she rested her tired, swollen feet on the coffee table.  She suddenly felt so tired.

“Penny, would you like a cup of tea?  You look like you need it,” Melody said, handing her a fresh cup.

“Yes please.  This pregnancy has been so tiring.  I’m only six months in and I feel like they’re a month overdue…” Penny suddenly regretted that whole sentence.  Melody understood already and didn’t need the details.

“I remember my pregnancy with Trent and Tyler.  Oh my god, there were days I swear I didn’t even get out of bed.  Thank god I had my husband.”

Penny jolted up, feeling another kick.  This time, they weren’t kicking her bladder.  “They’re at it again. Probably fighting,” she joked.

Melody put her hand on Penny’s belly, remembering how her boys were.  “Twins are so much fun, Penny. I’m so excited for you.”

“I’m excited to have them out in the world…” Penny felt her bladder filling again as she took a long sip of her tea.  “I have to pee again and I feel like I just got back from the bathroom.”

Melody grinned.  “It’s okay. That was most of my pregnancy as well.”

Penny took another sip before heading back to the bathroom.

 

“I dare you to go over there and ask her out,” Elias taunted his best friend.

“She won’t want to be with me anyway.  She dated that jerk Chuck Colborne!” Willis whined.

“What if I ask her out for you?”

“No, that’s okay.”

“Come on, Willis!  I’m so sick of you being all mopey and emo.”  Elias rolled his eyes. “Kiana was super lame anyway.  She didn’t even like video games. At least Frankie plays Halo.”

Willis perked up at the notion of a girl playing Halo.

“Go on then, go over there and ask her out!” Elias begged.

“If it’s so easy, you do it.”

Elias groaned and marched over to Frankie Ambrose and her gaggle of girlfriends.

Willis nervously stood there, watching is best friend talk with ease to the hottest girl in school.  Elias pointed to him, grinning with excitement, but Frankie did not look impressed. Willis watched in awe as Frankie Ambrose grabbed Elias’s hand dragged him over to where Willis was standing.

“I’m going to the haunted house,” Frankie said.  “It’s super lame, but you guys can come with.”

Elias shrugged.  She was still holding his hand, so he didn’t have much of a choice.  With the other hand, Frankie took Willis and the three headed off to the haunted house, leaving the rest of her friends behind.

Once inside the haunted house, Willis wandered around in the dark, looking at himself in the fun house mirrors.  He wasn’t that ugly, was he? He kept walking. Maybe he just wasn’t interesting? Willis turned around to find Elias and Frankie sharing a quick kiss.  Willis stormed off towards the exit.

 

Edith and Ruthie had just gotten off the roller coaster and picked up their giant drinks.  “I think I need to wait before doing another rollercoaster,” Ruthie admitted, “I don’t feel too great.”

Edith nodded, though she felt completely fine.  “Have some more cherry soda,” Edith offered.

“Maybe we can go on a different kind of ride,” Ruthie suggested, taking a long drink.

“Bumper cars?”

Ruthie nodded, breathing deeply as they slowly made their way to the bumper cars, which always had a giant line.  “I feel a lot better,” Ruthie said, “this line is really long though…”

“Yeah, usually it doesn’t take too long to get on ‘cause there are so many cars,” Edith reassured her friend.  She took another sip of her soda and marveled at the lights for a few minutes.

“I want that black Batman car,” Ruthie pointed to a knockoff Batmobile.

Edith looked around at all the different vehicles, eying the one that was situated near the Batmobile.  “I like the purple one with the sparkly flames! …but any of them are fine I guess.” Edith rarely got the car she wanted; a lot of other kids seemed to really like the fiery purple sparkle car.

The ride ended quickly and the line moved up.  Edith and Ruthie were very excited as they moved to the very front of the line.  This was a first for Edith – perhaps they would have their first pick.

A bell sounded and the ride began, cars bumping into one another at slow electric speeds.  Edith was excited, until she felt a sudden and desperate urge to pee. She crossed her legs and tried not to bounce.

Ruthie took another sip of her drink and suddenly looked a little worried.  “Oh man… shouldn’t have drank all that soda,” she mumbled.

“We can go after the ride,” Edith replied, “There’s a bathroom right over there.”  She pointed to a small building only a few meters away.

Ruthie nodded and reassured herself saying, “I can hold it.”

Edith squirmed and crossed the opposite leg.  She hoped she could hold it too; thankfully, sitting down usually made holding it a little easier.

The bell rang and the ride ended.  Edith and Ruthie set down their nearly empty drinks and awkwardly ran towards their favourite cars.  Ruthie’s legs were shaking as she pressed her thighs together. Edith pressed on her privates with one hand and held the steering wheel with the other.  Neither of the girls were enjoying themselves.

“I have to go so bad,” Ruthie moaned, bouncing her left leg.

“You can hold it,” Edith tried to reassure her friend.  She was losing the battle as well, trying to plug herself through her underwear.

The bell rang and the ride began.  A boy with curly, black hair immediately bumped into Edith’s car and she felt herself leak from the shock.  She bumped the boy back, trying hard to keep the rest of her pee at bay, but she could feel her soaking panties grow damper.

Ruthie shot her friend a worried look as she stopped her car and winced, holding herself with both hands, fingers curling inward to hold as tightly as possible.  Ruthie didn’t look like she was going to make it either.

The bell rang again and the ride stopped.  Both girls hurriedly grabbed their cups and headed to the bathroom.

“My bladder is so full!” Ruthie complained, “I don’t think I can make it.”

“We can try and run,” Edith suggested, knowing full well that neither of them could run.

Ruthie shook her head and stopped.  Her legs were twisted together like the braided bark of a bonsai tree.  She pulled up her skirt, revealing her pink panties, which were stained fuschia from where she had lost control.  Ruthie pulled her panties tight against herself, letting down her skirt again. The girls slowly made their way to the bathroom, not saying a word.

When they finally made it to the ladies room, it was blocked off by a garbage can and a maintenance sign that read “out of order.”

Edith gasped.  She could’ve cried.  “I…I think there is another bathroom over that way…” she pointed towards the ferris wheel on the other side of the park.

Ruthie shook her head.  “I can’t make it!” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.  “I have to go to the bathroom right now!” She jammed her hand in her crotch, placing her giant cup on the ground.

Edith’s situation wasn’t much better.  She was slowly leaking into her already soaked panties.  Suddenly, it struck her. “I know what to do,” she told Ruthie.  She opened the lid of her giant cup, hiked up her skirt and pulled down her underwear.  Edith placed the cup over her privates and began to relieve herself. She sighed deeply.

Ruthie shook her head.  “I can’t…” She couldn’t uncross her legs without leaking.  The pressure on her bladder was almost unbearable and she couldn’t hold it much longer.

“Just a second, I’m going to help you do it.”  Edith was undoing the lid of Ruthie’s cup.

Ruthie gritted her teeth, trying to hold on.  Her whole body trembled from trying to hold it all in.  Edith slid the cup over to her friend, who tried unsuccessfully to pull her panties down.  Ruthie began to sob as she flooded her underwear and part of her skirt.

“It’s okay,” Edith said, “it was just an accident.”

 

Penny returned from the bathroom again, seeing that her spot on the couch next to Melody was still vacant.  The other mothers were courteous like that. “Sorry for interrupting – the twins seem to be making a game out of kicking my bladder,” Penny joked.

“We haven’t even started yet!” Karen, the leader of the book club/support group replied, “We thought we’d wait for you, Penny.  But now that we’re all here, did anyone get time to read ‘Fall On Your Knees’ this month?”

There were laughs from within the group.  Penny herself smiled. She hadn’t even had a moment to go to the book store and find a copy.  There were a few mothers who had the chance to read, but most of them were busy working and caring for their children.

Karen grinned.  “I hope those of you who had a chance to read enjoyed it.  It comes recommended by Oprah, so it’s bound to be good. Anyone have any news to share?  Any milestones?”

Melody raised her hand.  “Trent and Tyler gave an amazing and touching sermon last Sunday.  The boys have started helping out with their local youth group, with meal prep and leading games.  I’m so proud!” Melody was ecstatic that her boys took such an interest in church, and that they were accepted despite their disability.  It made Penny envious that Melody’s sons were verbal and physically able.

“Wow.  Can we have some applause for Trent and Tyler?  You guys are amazing!” Karen beamed.

Penny finished her tea and gave the twin boys a big thumbs up.  She looked over at Ezra, who was sitting in his chair next to the three other non-verbal, physically disabled children.  One of them gave a shrill yelp, as if to applaud with the rest of the audience. Penny wondered if he even wanted to be here.  This whole thing was for her, not for him.

A few other mothers shared the joys of their autistic children regulating their emotions, kids learning to use their prosthetics, and the fascinating world of child-sized feeding tubes.  Penny had nothing new to share about Ezra. He hadn’t changed at all, apart from his stature. He was six years old now and should’ve been in first grade, learning how to read and write and do basic math.  But Ezra would never learn any of that. Penny tried not to cry. She told herself it was just pregnancy hormones. She suddenly needed to pee again; one cup of tea was definitely one too many cups.

Karen looked at Penny, “Anything new with Ezra?”

Penny shrugged.  “Nothing much. He’s going to be a big brother in a few months.  I think he’s excited to meet his little sisters.” She squeezed her thighs together, flexing her kegel muscles.

“And how is the pregnancy going?  Have you had all of the tests?” Karen asked, almost morbidly excited to hear if either twin had a genetic condition.  Karen’s three daughters were all disabled. Her youngest was born with cerebral palsy, though not as severe as Ezra’s.  Her oldest had Aspergers Syndrome, and the middle daughter was deaf. Karen had a bit of a complex, feeling as though she had suffered more than the other mothers, being that all three of her children were disabled.

“Everything seems to be on track and normal,” Penny replied.  “We had a bit of a scare a few months ago, but it was just stress.”  The pressure in her bladder was building and she was beginning to feel horribly uncomfortable again.

Karen nodded.  “Well, congratulations.  We’re all so excited for you.”

Penny smiled back, her leg bouncing up and down.  She looked towards the bathroom, but just as she was about to get up and go, Melody’s twin boys approached her.

“Can we feel the babies?” they asked in unison.

Penny winced.  She had promised them earlier and didn’t like to let them down.  “Of course,” she said, crossing her legs tightly. She was trying not to draw attention to her predicament, but it was only a matter of time.

Each of the boys lay their hands on Penny’s stomach and waited to feel something.

“I don’t feel any kicks,” Tyler scoffed.

“Where are the babies?” Trent asked.

“They might be sleeping,” Penny replied, “They don’t kick all the time.”  She was very thankful that they were not constantly active. But with that, she felt a violent kick to her bladder.

“Wow, I can feel the babies,” Tyler said to his twin.

Penny gasped, feeling her bladder spasm uncontrollably, unleashing a short stream of urine into her panties and jeans.

Melody’s eyes widened as she saw what had happened.  “Oh my goodness, boys, can you let Penny alone for a minute,” she shooed the twins away, whispering to Penny, “let’s try and get you cleaned up in the bathroom.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so embarrassed,” Penny admitted, trying to dry her wet jeans with paper towel.

“Don’t even worry about it, Pen.  It happened to me a few times when I was pregnant.  Honestly, don’t let it bother you. I’m not offended.”

“Thanks,” Penny replied, sheepishly.  “My youngest daughter has been having so many accidents lately and I’ve really been on her case.  I think I deserved this one.”

“I don’t think so,” Melody replied, “You have a pretty good excuse.”

Penny patted herself down one last time with paper towels.  “I’m gonna duck out early and head home to change.”

 

Jack checked his watch as Esther and Annie exited the ferris wheel. “It’s nearly time to head back home, Esther.”

Esther pouted, “Daddy, you said we would go on Hell’s Waterfall!”

“I really don’t wanna go on that,” Annie said, almost inaudibly.

Jack tried to hide his disappointment that his daughter hadn’t forgotten about his promise.  The last time he had taken Esther on one of the adult rides, she’d been sick. Penny had blamed the questionable candy apple their daughter had eaten, but Jack was certain it was just motion sickness.  “Alright, pumpkin. I’ll go with you. Annie, do you just want to watch or is there another ride you want to go on in this area?”

Annie shrugged.  “I, um, I kind of…” Annie crossed her legs.

“There’s a bathroom right there,” Esther pointed to the building next to the ferris wheel.  “You can just wait for us at the exit! It won’t even be that long cause this ride is too scary and nobody wants to ride it… except me.”  Esther beamed, grabbing her dad’s arm and heading to the entrance of Hell’s Waterfall.

As Jack and Esther stood in line, they watched as the giant bench spun around one way, then the other, eventually plunging into the water and splashing its patrons with dyed red water.  Painted red flames adorned the contraption, along with demonic faces that seemed to vomit out more red water. “This is so cool,” Esther whispered.

Jack faked a smile, feeling instant regret as they lined up for the next ride.

A bell rang, and the ride was over.  Esther and her dad took seats in the centre of the giant bench.  As she buckled herself in, Esther felt her stomach gurgle. She had eaten one too many hot dogs and she winced as her stomach burned with discomfort.

“You okay, Ess?” Jack asked.

She nodded.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do this-”

“I’m not scared!” Esther shouted, perhaps too loudly.  She felt her stomach cramp again, pursing her lips. She tried to ignore her body and so far it was working.

The ride operator pulled down the bar and strapped everyone into their harnessed seats.  Esther closed her eyes tightly, hoping the nauseous feeling would go away. She heard the bell ring and the ride began to slowly turn, raising the cabin to its peak position.  Esther opened her eyes, looking down on the vast theme park, its lights brightly twinkling like its own peaceful kingdom. Soon, the peaceful moment was over as the ride recklessly spun its guests, gravity clinging to their bodies, forcefully pushing them into their seats.  Esther held her breath. She could feel the waves of nausea getting worse. Her stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels as the ride spun. She gripped the bar of the ride, her knuckles turning white.

Jack turned to his daughter, who was turning a concerning shade of green.  He held her hand, “You okay?” he managed to bark over the mechanical churning and ambient hum of the park.

Esther shook her head.  She could feel the vomit creeping up her esophagus and burning as it made its way to the end of the tunnel.  Esther tried to swallow it back down, but there was no use. As the ride began its final plunge into the red coloured waters, Esther threw up all down her shirt.

 

Penny was exhausted.  After getting Ezra changed into his pajamas and putting him to bed, she felt as though she’d spent all day at the gym.  She lay down on her bed and closed her eyes for what felt like just a moment, but when she woke up to the sound of Jack and her other children returning home, she realized it had been more like an hour nap.  She slowly got up, realizing she was still wearing her wet jeans that smelled vaguely of urine. Penny sighed. The last thing she wanted to do tonight was laundry.

“Mom and Ezra are probably in bed, so please don’t go barging in and bugging them,” Penny heard her husband tell them.  For that she was thankful. Penny felt another kick to her bladder and stroked her belly, trying to calm the twins to no avail.

Jack crept into the room slowly, but realized his wife was still awake.  “How was the book club?”

Penny cocked her head to one side.  “Fine I guess. I never have anything to say, but Melody is always helpful.  How was the amusement park? Did you let Esther go on Hell’s Waterfall?” Penny gave her husband a sudden, stern look as she tried to control her bladder.

Jack sheepishly looked down at the bedspread, finally seeing the wet spot on his wife’s jeans out of the corner of his eye.  “I did,” he admitted, “And then she managed to puke up her whole dinner. So… I guess we both learned our lesson.”

“I can’t believe you took her on that.  She is way too young and you know how she is on those spinning rides!”  In her rage, Penny nearly forgot about her urge to pee.

Jack sighed.  He knew his wife was right, but he had a hard time denying Esther the things she wanted.  “I’m sorry. But she’s fine now. She fell asleep in the car on the way home and I think it probably did her some good.  And she’ll know for next time that spinning rides aren’t for her,” Jack reasoned. He reached over, stroking Penny’s thigh from knee to crotch.  He could feel the wetness in her panties.

“I… I didn’t make it in time,” Penny whispered, trying to maintain the hold.

Jack began to stroke her crotch, grinning.

“Oh god,” Penny whispered, “I need to…”

“Don’t,” Jack commanded, pulling down the elastic jeans.  He pried at the soaked crotch of her underwear and began fingering her.

Penny moaned in both ecstasy and pain.  “Oh god, Jack… I can’t hold it!” she moaned.

He began stroking her faster, feeling her muscles contract from the inside and then, all of a sudden, the dam broke and she flooded his hand and their bed sheets.

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Desperate Family Part 7

LINE-UPS ON LABOUR DAY

It was Saturday afternoon and Penny was out with her daughters to buy them some new clothes.  Edith kept growing and Esther refused to wear her sister’s “gross” outfits from previous years.  To be fair, Esther was much skinnier than her sister at the age of nine. Penny was thankful that they had school uniforms and their choice of outfits for weekends were kept to a minimum.

“Mommy, I’m hungry!” whined Esther, “Can we get McDonalds?”

Penny gave her younger daughter a piercing stare.  “Esther, I fed you lunch two hours ago. Can you wait until we get home please?”

“Can I just get fries?” Esther pleaded, “And a drink?  I’m really thirsty.”

“Can I have a drink too?” Edith quietly asked.

Penny sighed.  It was two against one at this point.  She rifled through her purse to find cash for the girls, discovering a wadded up ten dollar bill at the very bottom, crinkled beside a used tissue.  “Fine. Don’t be too long, remember we need to be home in an hour to start dinner…” Penny warned, but the girls were already running off towards the food court.  She caressed her slowly swelling stomach, wondering if her twins would be anything like Edith and Esther. Penny pictured them both with long, dark curls, not unlike her other daughters.  They wore matching gingham sundresses and giggled as if they knew something she didn’t…

“Oh my gosh, Penny Dolman,” said a familiar, slightly nasal voice.

Penny turned around, dazed by her vision.  “Oh… hi Camille.” She fake-smiled.

“Penny, I haven’t seen you at the PTA meetings in… well, since last spring,” Camille accused, itching her nose.

Penny shrugged, feeling uncomfortable, “I’m sorry…”

“It’s just too much for you to show up once a month, I guess,” Camille scoffed.

“Honestly, Thursday nights aren’t the best.  I have to bring Ezra to physio and-”

“How are your girls, Penny?” Camille interrupted, not wanting to hear anymore about Penny’s tragically disabled boy, “Edna and Ellen, was it?”

Penny tried hard not to be offended, gritting her teeth.  “Edith and Esther? They’re… they’re doing well. Esther has developed this phobia of public bathrooms… Edith is, well, becoming a teenager.”

“Fear of public toilets?  Kids are funny.”

“How are Becky and Rachael?” Penny asked, feeling somewhat ashamed that she remembered Camille Moreau’s daughters’ names.

Camille beamed.  “Becky is going by Rebekah now.  She says it’s much more grown-up.  Just turned nine, you know how it is.”

Penny nodded, thinking of Esther’s plea to work at McDonalds to pay for extra dance lessons.

“And Rachael is taking on some AP courses through the high school,” Camille boasted.  “She’s also joined a cheerleading squad through the Solomon Center.”

“Oh wow,” Penny tried not to yawn.  Camille got a hefty payment from the government when her husband was killed in Afghanistan, which helped her out tons when paying for her daughters’ extracurricular activities.  The Solomon Center was one of the most prestigious gyms in the country; Esther would’ve killed to take dance or gymnastics there. Penny tried her hardest not to hate Camille for having extra time and money to spend on her kids, or for boasting about her privileges.  She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to lose Jack, “And what about you? What are you up to?” Penny interrupted her own jealous thoughts.

Camille looked to the ceiling and half-smiled.  “You know, just overseeing the PTA. Making sure my girls grow up with everything I can provide for them.  Doing a little shopping…” Camille rustled around in her purse and finally found what she was looking for, passing Penny a little piece of paper with a low-resolution picture printed on it, “And this is Marco!”

Penny raised an eyebrow, “Who?”

“My new boyfriend!  I mean, we haven’t met in person yet.  I don’t really have time, what with the girls’ activities and being at school, planning…”

“What do you mean you haven’t met?”

“We met online!  Oh Penny you have to try- Never mind,” Camille backpedaled, remembering that Penny was still married to someone living.

“You’re so brave,” Penny replied, handing back the poor quality photo, “And he’s really good-looking!  You should try and meet him-” She suddenly felt a wave of nausea, squeezing her eyes shut and slowly breathing in.

“Penny, are you feeling alright?”

“Oh God, it’s just morning sickness.  It’s been really bad this time,” Penny confessed, “It comes in waves and all throughout the day I just feel nauseous.  I know every pregnancy is different, but-”

“You don’t think there’s something… wrong, do you?”

Camille had articulated Penny’s worst fears.  “I mean, we had the ultrasound and everything seemed normal with the twins, but…”

“Oh my goodness, twins?” Camille’s shock morphed into a sickly smile, “How are you going to manage that?!”

Another one of Penny’s fears played out in plain speech.  She felt another wave of nausea. Penny’s hand covered her mouth as she tried to hold back the vomit that was creeping up her esophagus.

“Mommy!” Esther shouted, “Look what we got!”  The soon-to-be big sister held up a giant fountain drink and a large fries.

Penny gave her daughters the thumbs up.  “I’m heading to the washroom. You girls stay here.  I’ll be out shortly.”

“It was lovely seeing you!” Camille lied, heading off towards the row of tween themed stores that were just beyond the food court.

Penny waved and abruptly darted off to the ladies.  Her throat was burning with sick. She tried to swallow it down, but her efforts were fruitless.  She fell to her knees in the first stall and emptied her insides into the bowl of the public toilet.  She held onto the dirty bowl for stability as she felt herself heave breakfast in its chunky glory back up.  Penny flushed and went to the sink where she washed her face and hands. Her mouth was still stinging with stomach acid.  She sighed and stared at herself. What if there was something wrong with the babies?  What if she was in over her head? Who was she kidding?  She was already in over her head. Penny gasped, feeling more out of control than she had in a while.  Her breathing was shaky and she felt tears well up in her eyes. She went back to the empty stall, sat down, and began to cry as quietly as she could muster.

Esther looked inquisitively towards the bathrooms.  “Is Mommy okay?” She shoveled another handful of fries into her mouth.

Edith shrugged.  “I think so. She’s just sick because of the babies.”

“I don’t want to have babies if you end up puking the whole time,” Esther mused.

Edith took a long sip of her soda and finished her fries as their mother emerged from the bathroom.

“I’m sorry girls,” Penny apologized, clearing her throat.  “Now finish up your drinks. We don’t have tons of time…”

“I’m done with mine,” Edith said, “I can’t finish it.”

Penny could still feel the burn in her esophagus, “I’ll finish it, Edie.”  Penny chugged the rest of her daughter’s soda, joining Esther in a race to finish their drinks.

Esther won, surprisingly, and let out an obnoxiously loud burp.

“Honey, that’s not necessary,” Penny scolded.

Esther glared at her mother, but didn’t argue.

“Can we go to Planet Girlz?” Edith asked.

“If that’s where you want to go…” Penny replied.

“And then can we see what plans they have for cell phones at Mobo?” Edith raised her eyebrows in desperate hope, knowing full well she’d be knocked down.

“Edith, you know we can’t afford that right now.  And those things give you brain cancer-”

“But mom!  All the other girls have them!”

“Edith, only Ruthie has one.  I know Pearl’s parents would never spring for one unless it was a necessity and Bea’s mom feels the same as me about the situation…”

“But Rachael Moreau has one.  And so does Conner Watts. And Sean Winters.  And Ashleigh Oberman. And-”

“Edith!  That’s enough!  When you have a job and you can pay for your own phone, we will help you get one.  But until that day, you will just have to suffer with the landline.” Penny felt only mild regrets about her harsh words.  She didn’t wish to hurt Edith, but at the same time she knew the family couldn’t afford that extra cost per month, especially with twins on the way.

Edith knew she had gone too far.  She hoped her mother would still buy her a new outfit.  She shied away from conversation and walked silently behind her mother and Esther.

“Mommy, I don’t even need a cell phone,” Esther piped up, holding her mother’s hand.

“Esther, we don’t need to keep talking about it,” Penny shut her down.  With her other hand she caressed her stomach as if to hug her unborn daughters.

“Penny!” came the once again familiar voice of Camille Moreau, “fancy seeing you again.”

“Yeah, Edith and Esther wanted to check out Girly Planet.”

“Planet Girlz, Mom!” Esther corrected.

Rebekah and Rachael emerged from the store, fresh blonde streaks illuminating their nearly black hair.  Rachael was wearing sparkling blue jeans with a black t-shirt depicting the Australian boy band “The Outback Boys.”  Her sister, who was once referred to as Barfy Becky because of an unfortunate incident in early elementary school, was wearing the same shirt but with a deep purple velvet skirt.

“Wow, you got to see The Outback Boys?!” Esther gasped.

“Yeah, Mom got us tickets.  It was pretty cool, I guess,” bragged Rebekah.

Esther remembered when they were in town and her mom couldn’t buy tickets because they were sold out.

“Nothing but the best for my daughters,” Camille cunningly remarked.

Edith rolled her eyes and considered mentioning that only little kids liked The Outback Boys.  She definitely wasn’t jealous of the t-shirt, but the sparkly jeans Rachael was sporting were something she envied immensely.  She looked down at the old romper she was wearing. It was a touch too small and she found it annoying to take on and off because of the size.  Esther didn’t look much fancier – wearing Edith’s baggy, hand-me-down overalls from the second grade. Esther was still too skinny to fit the clothes Edith wore when she was in grade four.

“It wasn’t as lame as I thought it would be,” Rachael sighed, checking out her fresh manicure, “I didn’t even want to go, but none of Becky’s friends could go on a school night.”

“My name is Rebekah,” Rebekah corrected.

The last thing Penny wanted to hear was Camille and her children bragging and fighting amongst each other.  She was glad the nausea from before had gone away, but was definitely regretting chugging the rest of Edith’s pop.  Her bladder had shrunk significantly in the last week and she felt herself constantly needing to use the restroom. Penny couldn’t remember it being this bad so early on, but everything seemed different with this pregnancy so far.  She didn’t have to go too bad for the moment. Hopefully Edith and Esther would find something quick.

“Come on girls, let’s see what they’ve got.  We only have an hour or so before we need to get home,” Penny rushed Edith and Esther into the store.

After a few minutes of looking through racks of sparkly designer jeans, Esther seemed to be getting restless.  She was dancing around the store, not really looking for clothes.

“Esther, sweetpea, please focus,” Penny warned her daughter.

Esther obeyed, still dizzily flitting about, but looking at outfits.  She adjusted her overalls and crossed her legs as she dug through racks of jeans.

“Esther, do you need to go to the bathroom?” Penny asked.

“No,” Esther insisted, shaking.

“Esther, if you need to go, I can go with you.  I know you don’t like to use-”

“I don’t have to go right now,” Esther lied, tugging at her crotch.

“Okay then,” Penny gave up.  She was feeling the urge though.  Penny pressed her thighs together and exercised her kegels.  She could hold for a bit longer while the girls looked. Penny began to feel concerned for Esther, who was looking very desperate and unable to disguise her potty dance.

“Mom, can I try these jeans?” Edith held up a pair of sparkly blue jeans, much like the ones Rachael was wearing.

Penny checked the price tag.  “Edith, these are over a hundred dollars.”

“They’re so cool though!” Edith insisted.

Penny looked to the discount rack and pulled out another pair of (much less sparkly) jeans.  “These are only twenty-five. Try them.”

Edith huffed.

“Try them both, Edie.  You can decide which one looks better,” Penny gave in.  Spending over a hundred dollars on jeans for a twelve-year-old didn’t seem like a wise investment, but Penny couldn’t stand letting Edith down twice in one day.  Even if it meant working a few extra hours at the bakery. Penny shuffled through the racks and found two more pairs of jeans for Esther to try on as well as a mass-produced Outback Boys t-shirt.  “Esther, come try these on please,” Penny called.

Edith grabbed the two pairs of jeans and headed into the change room with her little sister in tow.  There was only one free room, but it was large enough for both girls to go in and try on their new pants.  Edith struggled with her romper, trying to unzip the back. “Ess, can you unzip me?”

Esther held herself with one hand and yanked down the zipper.  Then she sat back down on the bench, wiggling her legs.

“Aren’t you going to try on your pants?” asked Edith.

Esther shrugged and looked worried as she dug her hands deeper into her crotch.

“Come on.  Mom says we don’t have all day to do this.  Just try them on and then we can go.”

Esther shook her head, thighs shaking.  “It’s fine. They always fit.”

Edith sighed, pulling on the normal jeans her mother had picked out.  They fit well, but weren’t anything interesting. Then she tried on the second pair.  “These are so cool,” she said to herself, taking a moment to admire her figure in the mirror, “I can’t believe Mom said she’d buy them for me.”  Edith felt guilt burrowing into the pit of her stomach. She thought about the new babies and her mom having to work extra hours. She thought about Ezra’s expensive physiotherapy and Esther’s dance classes, not to mention feeding and clothing all four (soon to be six) kids.  She took one last look at herself in the sparkly jeans before putting them back and pulling on her romper.

“Are you done yet?  I wanna go home!” Esther whined.

“Yes,” Edith huffed, “Can you do up my zipper?”

Esther yanked the zipper up with one hand and held herself tightly with the other.

Edith sprung open the door to the change room.

“How’d it go?” Penny asked.  She was trying hard not to potty dance in front of her daughters, but it was getting obvious how desperately she needed to pee.

“I only want the one pair,” Edith lied, “The sparkles don’t look good on me.”

Penny winced.  “Great! Esther, did you have any luck?”

Esther couldn’t hold still anymore.  “Both are fine. Can we go home please?” she begged, legs twisted around each other like the cables behind the TV.

“Let’s pay.  Before we leave, I’d like to use the bathroom,” Penny suggested.

“Mommy!” Esther whined, “I want to go home right now!”  She was shaking.

Penny patted her daughter’s head, “Are you feeling alright, sweetpea?”

Esther shrugged.

“I knew we should’ve skipped McDonalds,” Penny muttered regretfully.  Her swelling bladder was begging for a release. She crossed her legs tightly as the cashier rang them through.  Penny was thankful that it was just the two girls today. Elias would spend about three hours testing demos in Electric Arena and trying to schmooze with the staff in hopes of getting a job at the video game retailer.  It was nearly impossible to get him out of there. Penny’s groin was throbbing at this point. “Do either of you need to use the bathroom?” Penny asked as they exited the store. “Traffic might be bad on the way home.”

“Um…” Esther squeezed her legs together, trying to figure out if she could hold it until they got home.  Coming to the conclusion that she could make it, Esther responded with a firm, “No.”

Edith looked at her little sister, not believing her lie.  She was starting to feel the pressing urge to go and she’d only drank about half of what her sister had.  “Are you sure you don’t need to go? You drank a giant pop…”

Esther shook her head.  “I don’t have to go pee!  Stop asking!” She tried unsuccessfully to stop potty dancing, which didn’t help her argument.  Esther didn’t want to set foot in that mall bathroom. Elias said they never cleaned the mall toilets and one time a rat had bitten Willis on the butt when he sat down in the mens.  She wasn’t sure if she believed his story, but also wasn’t willing to take her chances. Esther clenched tighter, sure she would be able to make it for at least until they got home.

The three ladies made their way to the food court bathroom, where Penny was starting to feel like a regular customer.  Thankfully, there wasn’t a line. “Sweetpea, are you sure you don’t want to at least try and go? I would hate for you to have an accident,” Penny asked Esther.  She took a deep breath and squeezed her legs together.

Esther crossed her arms and angrily stared at the ground.  “I don’t have to go!” she shouted, “I just wanna go home!”

Penny sighed.  There was no convincing Esther.  Penny began to feel the urine seep out of her and moisten her panties.  She held tighter and made her way into the bathroom with Edith in tow. There was only one open stall and Penny dashed into it, yanking down her soiled underwear and rapidly letting loose into the porcelain bowl she had previously vomited into.  She suppressed a deep, blissful moan.

Edith stood next to the sinks, looking at the two other “out of order” stalls.  The bathroom was in dire need of a remodel; some of the taps were dripping in hastening rhythm.  With each dribble, she felt herself growing more desperate to go. Edith pressed on her urethra and crossed her legs.  She wished she had gone ahead of her mother into the only working toilet. She looked behind her – nobody else was in line.  Maybe she could just go in the mens? No! That’s gross. Maybe she could just go in the sink? No, no. She could hold it for another minute.  How long could Mom be? Edith reached for her zipper in anticipation, realizing that she couldn’t reach it. She thought of shouting out for Esther, but didn’t want to bring attention to herself, being that she was ready to pee herself.  Edith was about ready to burst. “Mom…?”

“Don’t worry, love.  I’m almost done,” Penny called back.

“It’s okay, I just need help with the zipper,” Edith responded, still trying to reach it.  She was trying hard not to potty dance. She was almost twelve, for goodness sake. Edith squeezed hard and folded one leg over the other.  She closed her eyes, hoping Mom would hurry up.

Edith heard the lock jiggle open and out walked her mother, looking overjoyed with relief.  “Let’s get that zipper…” Penny fiddled with the zipper at the back of Edith’s romper, “I think it’s stuck on the fabric.  Just hold on a little longer.”

Edith breathed in rapidly through her nose.

Penny felt instant guilt, fumbling with the zipper.  She should’ve let her daughter go first. Penny felt like a terrible mother.

Edith could feel pee spurting out.  She tried to hold on, clenching and holding herself with both hands, but still the flood came.  Her panties were soaking before she managed to stop the stream.

“Edith, can you hold on a little longer?  I think I’ve almost got it,” Penny said, tugging at the zipper and making some progress.

“I… I think so…” Edith lied.  She didn’t think she could hold on for even another five seconds, “P-please hurry…”

Penny gave the zipper another fierce yank as it broke off of the garment.  She swore under her breath.

Edith couldn’t hold it any longer.  She felt her pee gush into her soaked underwear and stream down her legs, out of the romper.

“Oh my gosh, Edie-” Penny gasped.  It was her fault. Her daughter was far too old to be having these kinds of accidents.  She handed her daughter the shopping bag from Planet Girlz, “It’s okay, sweetie. You can just change into your new clothes…”

Edith tried not to cry as she pulled off the old romper and soaked panties.  She couldn’t believe she had lost control like that. At least Esther didn’t see.  She would’ve laughed and made fun of Edith’s small bladder. Edith slid into her new jeans and came out of the stall to wash her hands.  She opened the stall door to see none other than Rachael Moreau.

“Nice jeans,” mocked Rachael.

Edith tried not to make eye contact, awkwardly shrugging her shoulders.

“It smells disgusting in here.  What did you do, piss all over the floor?” Rachael plugged her nose.  “God, if I didn’t have to go so badly, I’d be outta here so fa-” It was then that she noticed the wet, wadded up romper in Edith’s hand.  “Oh my god, what is that?”

“Nothing,” Edith lied, tossing it into the trash.

Rachael went and fished it out with an unsure hand.  “Oh my god. This is hilarious.” She held up the wet romper.  “Did you pee-pee in your onesie?!” Rachael taunted in a sing-song baby voice.  She laughed and threw Edith’s romper back in the garbage and washed her hands. “You’re totally gross, Edith.  You should wear diapers if you can’t get to the toilet on time.”

Edith said nothing and shuffled out the door, holding back her tears.

She exited the bathroom to find her mother and Esther waiting for her.  Mom was holding Esther’s hand and Esther was desperately trying to keep from peeing her pants.

“Let’s go let’s go let’s go!” Esther begged, tapping her feet and wiggling as she pulled her mother’s hand and awkwardly marched towards the parkade.  Esther knew she could make it. If she could just sit down, maybe her bladder would settle…

They were almost at the parkade when Esther stopped in the middle of the hallway and grabbed herself.  She knelt down and started shaking.

“Come on, Esther.  We need to get going,” Penny told her daughter.  She knew Esther needed to go, but she’d missed her chance.  They were already going to be late.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“Yes you can,” Edith shook her head, “Come on.”

Esther shook her head and wiped the tears away.  “I c-can’t! I have to go pee really badly…”

Edith groaned.  “Esther! We were just in the bathroom!  Why didn’t you-”

“I didn’t have to go!” Esther moaned.

“Maybe we can go back…” Edith suggested.

Esther shook her head.  “It’s too late!” she insisted, standing up to reveal a growing wet spot on the backside of her overalls.  Dark lines began to appear as her pee ran down her legs. Esther was shaking, mortified that she had let it get to this point.  A small puddle began to form at her feet, urine splashing up onto her white sneakers.

Esther grabbed her mom’s arm, “Mom…”

Penny sighed.  “Come on, sweetpea.  It’ll be okay. You can change when we get home.”  Penny removed her cardigan and wrapped it around Esther’s waist, covering most of her accident.

Desperate Family Part 4

CLASS TRIP

Edith was very excited for her class’s end of year trip to Splashville Water Slides.  Mostly, she was happy to finally be done with sixth grade; the water slides were just a bonus.  The best part was her mom had volunteered to drive them in the van since Dad had taken the week off and was able to look after Ezra.  Edith didn’t love the family van, but it was still better than Bea’s mom’s little Toyota that always smelled like dog (even though they had never owned a dog) and the seat belts in the back never seemed to work properly.

“Is everybody buckled up?” Penny asked the girls, looking behind her to make sure Edith, Ruthie, Bea, and Pearl were safe.  Edith could tell her mom was nervous; she rarely had to drive other kids around.

“Yep!” the four girls chimed in unison.

“Any radio requests?” Penny asked.

“Oh!  Play KX105.5!  It has, like, everything cool!” Bea squealed.

“Ugh, no!  That station sucks!  We should listen to that really cool university station!” Pearl shut down her friend.

Ruthie sighed, “No way.  We barely get reception for that station and nobody even knows the FM channel it’s on.  KX is fine!”

Edith said nothing.  She knew all the words to the songs on KX, but didn’t want to anger Pearl, who was sitting next to her in the middle row of the van.  She heard the familiar and catchy tune of Britney Spears’ “Oops I Did It Again” pumping through the speaker system. Edith suppressed the urge to sing along, looking over at surly Pearl as she made a disgusted face.

“I hate this,” Pearl muttered, shutting her eyes and pretending to sleep.

“Why don’t we play a game?” Edith suggested.

“Oh my gosh, a game?!” Bea turned around, eyes wide, “What game?!”

“Um, we could pay I Spy,” Edith quietly replied.

Pearl scoffed.  “That’s for babies.”

“What about 20 questions?!” Bea asked.

“That’s worse than truth or dare,” Pearl replied.

With that, Ruthie turned around.  Her all-knowing gaze silenced the other girls.  “I know,” she said softly, pausing to build anticipation, “Everyone has a water bottle, right?”

The girls held up their plastic water bottles of varying sizes.

“On three we chug.  First one to hit the bathroom loses.  The game ends when there’s only one of us who hasn’t gone.”  Ruthie smiled in a way the others hadn’t seen before. It was almost menacing.

Edith shifted in her seat.  She was already internally denying that she needed to go to the bathroom.  She wouldn’t be able to outlast the other girls… would she?

“One, two… three!” Ruthie shouted.  The four girls chugged what was left in their water bottles and set them down in the car.

Penny smiled to herself, hearing what the girls were up to.  It brought her back to her younger years, before she had kids, back when she had a bladder of steel.  Penny quietly sighed, knowing that after four kids, she was not as apt at holding as she once was. She turned up the radio as all girls sang along to the Backstreet Boys.

As Edith sang along to “Everybody,” she could feel her bladder filling up at a fast and uncomfortable rate.  She regretted taking part in Ruthie’s challenge. Edith pressed her thighs together, trying to keep from wiggling around.  The other girls couldn’t know how horribly desperate she was already. She bit her lip and looked over at Pearl, who wasn’t squirming at all.  How was everyone else so good at this game? Edith could feel the pee pressing against her urethra. If she didn’t find a bathroom soon, she was going to lose it for sure.  She crossed her legs and pressed her hand against her crotch.

“You have to pee that bad already?” Pearl rolled her eyes.  “Edith, this game is going to be too easy if we’re up against you.”

“I… I don’t have to go,” Edith blatantly lied, removing her hand from her crotch.  She bit harder on the inside of her cheek, trying to shake the worried look off her face.  Her legs started to jiggle almost uncontrollably. She placed her palms on her knees, trying to ease the shaking.

“Whatever you say,” Pearl shook her head, “Just saying, I’m totally gonna win this one.”

Edith took a deep breath and looked out the window, squeezing her legs together as she stared at the lake that bled into Splashville.

She remembered the last time they had come to Splashville as a family.  Elias was old enough to go off on his own, but Edith was not. Elias flat out refused to take either of his sisters on the slides.  Dad took her on some of the giant water slides, but for the most part she hung out with Mom and Esther (who was too young to remember it).  This time would be much better, though. At almost twelve, Edith was ready to try every slide. Even if she lost this holding game, she was determined to have an amazing time.

“We’re almost there, girls!” Penny excitedly called to the back seat.

Edith felt a twinge in her groin and squeezed her legs tighter.  She felt a few drops of pee soak into her one-piece bathing suit that she had on under her clothes.  Edith felt shivers go up her spine, holding still tighter.

Ruthie turned around, “Jeez, you really have to go…”

“N-no I don’t,” Edith lied.

“Nobody sits like that when they don’t have to go,” Ruthie said, matter-of-factly.

“I swear… I just… my back hurts?” Edith replied, unsure of her own words.

“She totally has to pee,” Pearl laughed, “I can’t believe the game is almost over.”

Bea turned around.  “Oh my gosh, how is your bladder so small?!  Like, I don’t even need to go yet.”

Edith’s face was turning red.  “I-I swear! I d-don’t have to go to the bathroom…”  She pressed hard on her crotch, disproving her own statement.

“If you really need to pee, you can just go.  It’s just a game, Edie,” Ruthie shrugged.

“Yeah, it just means you’re a loser who can’t go five minutes without going to the bathroom,” Pearl mocked.

“No, guys, I…” Edith crossed one leg over the other in one last ditch effort to stave off her obvious desperation.

“We’re here,” Penny announced.  “We’re a ways from the park, but there’s not much parking near the entrance.

Edith swallowed hard as she saw how far away the car was from the entrance.  She didn’t even know if she could walk that far without peeing herself.

“Girls, if you want to just wear your bathing suits and leave your clothes in the car, please feel free.  The less we have to carry, the easier it’s going to be,” Penny told them.

The four of them slowly removed their clothes.  Bea was wearing a bright pink and blue two-piece that looked a size or two too large, obviously a hand-me-down from her sister, Frankie.  Pearl had on a red, sporty one-piece with black stripes going up and down the sides. Ruthie had on a bikini that was probably made for girls in their late teens, rather than someone who had just turned twelve.  Ruthie suited it well, but it was way too revealing in Edith’s opinion. Edith undid her shorts, which actually helped a bit. Her bladder had more room to stretch out. Edith felt like she could hold it for a bit longer, but as she took down her shorts, she realized she had leaked into them.  She quickly hid them in her backpack and covered them with her white Girl Guides shirt. The other girls couldn’t know that she had already lost. She quickly examined the crotch of her dark purple swimsuit, but no wetness was visible. As soon as she got in the water, nobody would be the wiser.  Edith flung her backpack into the back and carefully got out of the van.

The other three girls ran off toward the park, but Edith was content in going slow.  Her knees knocked together as she shuffled along the pavement in her flip flops.

“Sweetie, do you need to use the bathroom?” Penny asked.

Edith thought for a moment about confiding in her mother, but decided to keep up the obvious lie.  “No…?”

“You look like you’re just about to burst,” Penny replied, “are you sure, Edie?”

“Mom!” Edith shot back, “I don’t need to go!  Stop asking!” Edith tried her hardest to walk normally, biting her lip as she shuffled faster towards her friends.

She looked behind her, seeing her mom go back in the car for something. It was now or never. Edith squatted behind a parked car and pulled the gusset of her swimsuit aside, peeing hastily onto the hot concrete.

“Edie, where did you go?” she heard Ruthie call.

Edith wasn’t finished, but she had to stop now before Ruthie discovered her.  She gasped, trying hard to stop the stream. It was an uncomfortable success as she closed off the waterways and continued to hold.  She adjusted herself and came out from behind the car. “I, um, I dropped my ring, but I found it,” Edith lied to her friend. She hoped Ruthie and the others couldn’t smell pee on her.  The overpowering scent of chlorine was lingering in the air, so it would be hard to distinguish.

“We’re going to get some sodas before we head into the water,” Ruthie smiled, showing her canine teeth.  “You need to have one too. It’s only fair for the contest.”

Edith felt her stomach bottom out.  Even though she had peed out a decent amount of liquid already, she knew she would lose for sure once the soda went through her system.  Not to mention, the stream she cut off earlier was begging to continue. It hurt to walk. Edith wished she hadn’t done that. She somehow felt worse now than she did ten minutes ago.  She squeezed her legs together as they waited in line at the concession stand.

It felt like eons waiting in that line, even though there were only three people ahead of the girls.  Edith couldn’t help but potty dance the whole time. She could feel her control slipping.

“Four large cokes please,” Ruthie said to the bored looking teenage girl at the counter.

“That’ll be seven fifty,” the teenage girl said, “Oh, and the bathroom’s just around the corner.”

Ruthie rolled her eyes and gave the cashier exact change, all in quarters.  “You can just go pee now and lose,” she said, turning to Edith, “It’s not like you get anything for winning anyway.”

“I don’t have to go!” Edith insisted, her right leg over her left and bouncing up and down.

“Okay, whatever,” Ruthie sighed.

The four of them took a table and chugged their sodas.

Pearl burped incredibly loud.  Edith was surprised at the volume for how tiny Pearl was.

“You guys, I really have to pee,” Bea admitted.  Edith could tell she was only in the early stages of desperation.  Her legs were pressed tight together, but she didn’t look worried.

“Not me,” Edith continued to lie, bouncing both legs and holding herself secretly under the table.

“Me neither,” Pearl said, “I think I could probably hold it all day.”

Ruthie smiled again.  “You think you’re gonna win, Pearl?  We’ll see.” Nobody noticed that Ruthie was holding herself under the table.

“Let’s get in the water already!” Pearl suggested, “I’m bored just sitting here.”

The other girls silently agreed and followed their less-than-desperate friend to the water.

It felt warm and nice, kind of like a bath after a day playing out in the snow.  Edith couldn’t help but leak out a bit more. She looked down, making sure the water wasn’t turning an incriminating colour.  Elias had once told her that pools add an extra chemical to the water that changed its colour to shame people who pee in the pool.  Nothing happened, but she kept holding just in case it was a volume thing. Edith stared at Ruthie’s legs, which were crossed tightly under water.  It was obvious that Ruthie was in dire straits as well, but she was holding on until the bitter end. Edith felt a bit more pee leak out as she absentmindedly loosened her legs a bit.

“Ohhh my gosh,” Bea moaned, grabbing herself.  “I need to go… right now!”

Edith squeezed her legs together.  “There’s a bathroom next to the concession,” she told Bea.

“No… No I can make it.  I’m gonna beat you…” Bea dug her hand deeper and closed her eyes.

Edith tried not to make it obvious how painful it was for her to keep holding.

“As long as you losers don’t pee in the pool.  That’s super disgusting and only little kids do that,” Pearl said, still showing no signs of desperation.

Ruthie looked worried for a moment and was more obviously potty dancing by now.  She wasn’t saying anything. Ruthie was the kind of girl who focused by not speaking and living completely inside her own head.

“You’re all going to lose,” Pearl snickered, “I told you I could go all day without peeing.”

Ruthie angrily glared at Pearl.  “You’re probably cheating,” she sharply replied.

Pearl rolled her eyes, “I don’t even know how that’s possible.”

Ruthie shrugged and went back to her zen-like focus, shifting her weight from foot to foot in the shallows of the pool.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…” Bea squeaked, “I…” she held herself very tightly and winced.  “I feel sick…” she ran off towards the bathrooms.

Pearl smiled.  “I can’t believe you didn’t lose, Edie.”

Edith shrugged awkwardly.  “I… think I’m gonna go too.”  She felt another spurt leak out of her bathing suit and dissipate into the chlorinated waters.  She held herself tightly and slowly waded to the bathrooms next to the concession stand. Her legs were scrunched together, trying her hardest to hold in what she drank earlier and that giant soda.  She was sure her bladder couldn’t take any more of this game. She tried to hurry to the toilets, but moving faster just made her leak. There was a tap on her shoulder.

“Edie, honey, do you need some help?” Penny asked.

“Mom, I… I have to go really, really bad…” Edith admitted, whispering out of embarrassment.

“Come with me, we’ll get you sorted.  Just hold on,” Penny gave her daughter a reassuring smile.  Little did Edith know, Penny had been playing the same game.  Penny was just much less obvious about her level of desperation.

“Mom…” Edith worriedly whispered, digging her fingers into her crotch, “I have to pee right now!”

Penny grabbed her daughter’s arm, “Come on, Edith.  Just hold on for another few seconds, we’re almost there.”

“Mommy I can’t…” Edith moaned, squeezing herself as hard as she could.  A few more drops of urine dribbled out, soaking her hand, “Mommy, I’m going…”

“Edith, for heaven’s sake, you’re too old for this sort of behavior,” Penny groaned, “the bathroom is right…”

The mother and daughter stopped in their tracks, noticing a massive line for the ladies room.  There were at least fifteen people in front of them. Penny gulped, suddenly remembering how desperate she was, let alone how close Edith was to wetting herself.

Edith pulled her bathing suit up tight against herself, trying to help hold the pee in.  She kept dancing, trying hard to keep everything in and not succeeding at all. Her bare feet scraping against the concrete as she potty danced hopelessly.

The line wasn’t moving at all.

Penny crossed one leg over the other and worriedly looked down at her daughter, who was obviously not going to make it.  She carefully knelt down and whispered, “If you want to get back in the water and go pee, nobody will know.”

Edith looked horrified, “N-no… I can make it.”  She gave her mother a worried smile and held herself.

The line still didn’t move.

Penny felt a violent pang in her bladder, feeling a bit of urine dribble down her leg.  She didn’t really care if anyone saw, but she kept holding on, hoping that the line would move.  She squeezed her thighs together and held herself. She couldn’t let her daughter win the contest over her, a grown adult with experience!  Penny adjusted her crotch and continued to squeeze.

Edith was near bursting point.  It hurt to move. It hurt to stand still.  Holding on was no longer an option. “Mommy…” she squeaked, “I’m… I’m not gonna make it…”

“It’s okay, honey,” Penny replied, holding herself tighter still.  The crotch of her swimsuit was incredibly damp now.

Edith felt a squirt of pee drip down her leg.  And then another quick spurt. She readjusted herself, but it didn’t help.  The waterways were open. A full, hard stream of urine burst from the crotch of her now soaking bathing suit.  Edith tried to cover herself, but she knew everyone was staring at her. She went completely red, paralyzed with fear and embarrassment.

Penny stood in the way of everyone’s gaze and let loose herself, urine splashing on the ground, soaking her feet.  She sighed deeply. It felt good to let go.

Desperate Family Part 2

SLEEPOVER

“How excited are you for Ruthie’s birthday?!” squealed Bea, who was always excited about something.  “Do you think her brother’s gonna be there? He’s, like, so cute…”

Edith shrugged. She didn’t give a ton of thought to boys like Chuck Colborne; he was much too athletic for her liking. Edith was barely paying attention anyway; she was very much regretting not using the bathrooms at school before their walk home.

Auburn-haired Pearl rolled her eyes. “Well, probably. I mean, he lives there. Jeez, Bea, use your brain,” she abrasively replied.

“I was just kidding,” Bea sheepishly muttered, backpedaling on her comments.

Pearl grinned. “We all know that Chuck’s way more into me anyway. I mean, we both play soccer…”

Edith smiled but said nothing. She was trying not to laugh at all, fearing that she would open the flood gates. Neither of her friends were likely to win over Ruthie’s sixteen-year-old brother, which really leveled the playing field for all three girls. If any of them were likely to win over someone in junior year, it would be Ruthie. She had already dated a boy from her brother’s class earlier in the year and it was Ruthie who had broken up with him. Edith squeezed her thighs together and scuffed her feet along the pavement, feeling her full bladder bouncing around like a water balloon with each step.

As they approached Edith’s house, she began to feel a bit nervous. She didn’t much care for

sleepovers; sleeping on the floor of someone else’s living room always made it hard for her to fall asleep and she usually felt terrible the next morning, like the world was unstable. Not to mention, last time she went to a sleepover with Ruthie, she had wet the bed. She called her mom in the middle of the night to come get her so nobody would see what had happened. Edith knew she was too old for that to happen again; she hadn’t woken up to wet sheets in over a year, but still she was nervous about potential humiliation. While Bea and Pearl weren’t looking, she pressed hard on her crotch through the blue pleated skirt of her school uniform. She was nearly home; she would make it. A little trickle of urine dribbled into her panties; Edith squeezed tighter.

“See you tonight!” Bea and Pearl called in unison as they came to her lot.

Edith waved a temporary goodbye and headed carefully into her empty house. Mom and Dad were still at work, Elias was playing Halo at his friend Willis’s house, Esther was at dance until after dinner, and Ezra had a physiotherapy appointment that their aunt took him to after school.

Edith was relieved that Elias had left the door open for her. She wasn’t even sure if she had a house key in her backpack and searching for it would certainly lead to a dire situation. She held herself tightly and made her way upstairs to the bathroom. Another spurt of urine rushed into her panties. She held tighter, pulling her panties up between the slit, hoping it would help her hold on for a few more moments. She burst through the bathroom door and pulled down her wet panties just in time. The hot rush of pee felt amazing. Edith sighed with relief. She took off her panties and threw them into the laundry basket.

She then went to her room that she shared with her little sister and started packing her bag. She opened the backpack that Mom had set out for her and found her things were already packed. There was a toothbrush, a travel tube of toothpaste, her pink plaid pajamas, some clothes for tomorrow, and… something else? “Here if you need them” read a yellow sticky note attached to a pair of GoodNites. Edith immediately turned red. She hoped Esther hadn’t seen what Mom had left in the backpack. Esther, to Edith’s knowledge, had never wet the bed. She rarely had an accident, even as a little kid. It was hard having a little sister who was seemingly more mature and extroverted. Edith packed an extra pair of underwear in her backpack and changed out of her school uniform and into jeans and an Avril Lavigne shirt that Ruthie had bought for her.

Edith was the last guest to arrive at Ruthie’s house. She set down her backpack and handed Ruthie a small gift box. Ruthie shook it. “Oh my gosh, I hope it’s jewelry!” she excitedly squeaked. She leaned in for a hug, “Thank you!”

Edith smiled. She felt awkward whenever anyone hugged her; even her family.

“Come downstairs! We’re having pizza!” Ruthie beckoned, opening the door to the wood paneled basement. Ruthie’s family owned a classic 1960’s era house complete with an old rec room. It was much funkier than the house Edith lived in, and much more spacious, as Ruthie only had one sibling.

“Ruthie, where are your mom and dad?” Edith inquired.

“Oh, yeah, they’re out tonight. My dad’s office party? They rented a hotel in the fancy part of downtown and they’re, like, not coming home until tomorrow morning or whatever. But Chuck is upstairs in case we set anything on fire or anyone, like, dies? Also Mom left us, like, a hundred bucks to spend on the party, so…”

“Wow,” Edith was amazed at the level of trust in Ruthie’s family.

“Also, you have to promise not to tell anyone, but…” Ruthie grinned a dopey, but menacing grin and held up a half empty bottle of vodka, “I found this in one of the cabinets down here. I think it’s Chuck’s, but if he tells Mom and Dad I’ve been drinking his booze, then we’re both in trouble, so…” she trailed off again.

Pearl thrust a cup full of god knows what into Edith’s hand. “Drink it! It’s so good!” she shouted, almost stumbling over her own two feet.

Edith took the drink, feeling mostly unsure. She took a little sip. It just tasted like root beer mixed with coke. Pearl was probably just messing with her. Drinking was Ruthie’s game anyway.

Bea was standing on the other side of the room, trying to shoot pool alone and failing miserably. “Ruthie, how do you play this game?” She tried again, weakly scratching the green felt of the board.

“I have no idea. That’s my dad’s from, like, a million years ago!”

Pearl took another swig of her drink. “I don’t wanna play some lame old dad game anyway. Can’t we just watch a horror movie?”

“Oh my gosh, we should play truth or dare!” Bea exclaimed, her eyes widening.

All was quiet for a moment before Ruthie giddily accepted Bea’s offer.

Pearl rolled her eyes. “Jesus, that’s so juvenile.”

Bea dug her hands into her hips and angrily retorted with, “What’s your suggestion then?”

Pearl said nothing. She would let Bea have this one.

Edith finished her soda and sat down in the center of the room next to Bea and Ruthie. Before she could say anything, Pearl had mixed her another drink and set it down. Edith set it behind her, trying to ignore it.

“Drink it,” Pearl threatened.

“Yeah, we’ve all had, like, five. You need to keep up!” Ruthie encouraged.

Edith did as her friends requested, downing her second drink.

Pearl came at her with a third drink. “See, now you’re caught up!”

Edith was starting to feel a little light headed and strange. She had never been drunk before and it felt kind of nice. The only downside was she knew she would need to pee soon. She could’ve gone right then and there, but she figured she could hold it until they finished truth or dare.

Ruthie looked directly at Bea and posed the question.

“Um, truth?” Bea answered.

“Who do you have a crush on?” Ruthie smiled.

“That’s easy.  Peter Sommers,” said Bea.

“That’s a lie!  She has a giant crush on Chuck!” Pearl interrupted.

Bea turned an incriminating colour of red.

“Gross!  That’s my brother, Bea!” Ruthie pretended to vomit on the floor.

Edith adjusted herself, digging one of her heels into her crotch to help with the hold.  She hoped nobody could tell she was getting desperate.

“It’s your turn to ask the question, brother-lover,” Ruthie said to Bea.

Bea looked at each of her friends.  She turned to Pearl. “Your turn.”

“Dare,” Pearl smiled.

“I dare you to drink that vodka with no soda.”

“Ew!  It smells like nail polish remover!” Pearl exclaimed.

Bea stared her down, “You totally have to do it.  It’s like, the law or something.” She handed the bottle to Pearl and waited.

Pearl stared at the bottle for a minute before taking a gulp directly from the bottle.  She coughed. “Ugh gross it burns!” she shouted, shuddering.

Bea laughed at Pearl’s discomfort.

It took Pearl no time at all to pick on Edith, who hadn’t had a turn yet.  “Truth or dare, Edie?”

Edith uncrossed her legs and knelt instead, allowing her to keep holding.  “Truth…”

“Why did you leave the party in the middle of the night last year?” Pearl asked.

Edith shrugged.  She wanted to lie, but Ruthie already knew why.  The anxiety she felt from the situation made her more desperate for the bathroom.  She had to go now. “I, um, I have to go to the bathroom,” Edith said, slowly getting up, trying not to disturb her bladder too much.

“Answer the question,” Pearl demanded.

“I will, but I really-”

“Come on!  Answer the question and then you can pee,” Bea begged.

Edith started potty dancing on the spot.  She could feel herself losing the battle and tried to slink away, but Pearl grabbed her hand.  Edith sprung a tiny leak, but plugged it with her hand. “Please let me go…” she whimpered.

“Not until you tell us the truth,” Pearl demanded.

Tears were welling up in Edith’s eyes, “Fine!  I wet the bed, okay?”

The other girls were silent in shock and Edith ran upstairs to the toilet, desperately holding on.  She unbuttoned her jeans and tried to pull down her pants. She tried to loosen her legs, but she was afraid she would lose the battle.  She leaked more into her underwear, shoving her hand down her panties to plug her urethra. With the other hand, she yanked down her jeans and underwear, barely making it to the toilet before another warm, refreshing stream of pee rushed out of her.  Edith wanted to cry. Why was Pearl so mean? She finished peeing and pulled her wet panties and mostly dry jeans back up. As she washed her hands, she considered just walking back home. But what would Ruthie think? What if nobody else would want to be friends with her?  She looked at herself in the mirror and splashed water onto her hot, embarrassed face. She could do this. Ruthie for sure had already known about the situation last year and had never made fun of her. Maybe the other girls would be forgiving as well.

“Oh, my sister Frankie says that pads are like diapers and only babies and really old ladies use them,” Bea explained as Edith walked back into the room.

“Did you pee your pants, Edie?” Pearl snickered.

Edith shook her head.

“Good.  Maybe you won’t need a diaper tonight,” Pearl replied.

“If you do need one, Edie, you can have one of the pads my mom packed for me,” Bea told her.  “I won’t need them ‘cause Frankie gave me a tampon.”

“Do you even know how to use a tampon?” Ruthie raised an eyebrow at Bea.

Bea shrugged, “You just, I don’t know, put it in.”

Ruthie and Pearl giggled amongst themselves.

“Oh my gosh, Bea, you totally don’t even have your period yet!” Ruthie snickered.

Bea said nothing and looked away.

“I… I don’t have mine either,” Edith stuttered, making a very weak attempt to make Bea feel normal.  She had had the talk with Mom a few months ago and was incredibly anxious about the changes she was about to go through.  Edith didn’t feel ready, even though she knew Ruthie and Pearl had both started and neither one had changed much.

“No wonder; you still pee the bed!” Pearl jabbed.

Edith felt like crying, but took another sip of her drink instead.  Pearl went over to the almost empty bottle of vodka and poured four more drinks, finishing it off.

“Finish your drinks and I have another game for us to play.  My cousin Jacob told me about this game at Passover last year,” Pearl handed the other girls their drinks and finished the last few gulps of what she had left.  “Basically whoever finishes first wins. I’ll count us in.”

Edith looked to Bea who was struggling with the last few gulps of her remaining drink, but managed to gulp it all down.

“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it,” Edith whispered.

“D-don’t tell me what to d-do,” Bea hiccuped, swaying slightly, side to side.

The girls all grabbed their new cups and looked to Pearl for instruction.

“On three we all chug our drinks.  First person to finish gets a date with Chuck!” Pearl powered back her drink; it was obvious she was a pro at this game.

Edith tried to drink quickly, but was the first to tap out, coughing.

Ruthie was the second to stop drinking.  “Like I want to go on a date with my brother,” she said.  “I’m done with this.” Her cup was still half full.

Bea and Pearl were still trying to finish their drinks.  Pearl threw her cup on the ground, being the first to finish.  “Yeah!” she shouted.

Bea took the last gulp and stumbled back in defeat.  She burped and then began coughing.

“That date is mine!” she shouted, “In your face, Bea!”

Bea grimaced.  “I don’t feel very good,” she admitted.

“Oh whatever!  You’re just being a sore loser,” Pearl shut her friend down.

Edith was worried about Bea.  She looked really sick, like she was already trying to hold back a stream of vomit.

“Let’s go upstairs and have some water,” Ruthie said, taking Bea’s hand.  “You’ll be fine, trust me.”

Bea slunk up the stairs as her friend dragged her along, stopping at the landing.  She clutched her stomach and vomited on the stairs.

“Gross!” Ruthie exclaimed, letting go of Bea and running upstairs to tell her brother.

Bea lay there on the landing, continuing to empty her stomach onto the gray shag carpeting.

Pearl sighed, “What a baby.”  She looked to Edith for agreement, but Edith just shrugged, feeling incredibly uncomfortable at the whole situation.

“What the hell, Ruth?!” a booming voice came.  “You drank that whole bottle of vodka and puked it all back up?!  Dad’s gonna be so pissed…”

“Dad?!” Ruthie squeaked.

“Yeah, idiot!  That’s what he drinks when he comes home from work!  I know he just bought it too… how did you babies drink a full bottle?!  Jesus!” Chuck yelled. He then laid eyes on Bea. He let out a few curse words.  “Ruth, go get the goddamn cleaning supplies. I’m putting your friend to sleep in your room.

Bea slowly opened her eyes, but fell back unconscious as Chuck carried her up the stairs.

Ruthie groaned, stomping up the stairs after them to grab cleaning supplies.

“I’m going to bed,” Pearl announced, “I’m not cleaning up any puke.”  She grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom to get ready.

Edith didn’t want to clean up after Bea either.  Now that nobody was downstairs, it was the perfect time to change into her pajamas and steal the couch for herself.  She was feeling incredibly tired all of a sudden. Her body felt heavy as she pulled on her pink silk pajamas. When she was finished changing she looked into her bag again, realizing she had forgotten the GoodNites.  It was too late. Edith yawned, convincing herself she would be fine. She hadn’t had an accident in so long. As she lay down, the room felt a bit like it was spinning, but Edith just closed her eyes and fell asleep.

A few hours later, Edith awoke in Ruthie’s basement.  She was warm and cozy and wanted to fall back to sleep, but she knew if she didn’t go pee now, she would wake up to another wet sleeping bag.  She got up slowly, the movement deeply disturbing her very full bladder. Edith squeezed her thighs together; she was about to burst. She looked in the direction of the stairs, realizing it was a long way up.  She figured if she ran for it, there would be minimal leakage. She slunk silently over her unconscious friends, pressing on her urethra through her silk pants. She took a deep breath and started to run up the stairs, wadding up the crotch of her pants to help with the hold as she ran.  She felt a spurt burst out, dampening the inseam of her right leg. Edith stopped at the landing, readjusting herself. She was losing the battle. She crossed one leg over the other and squeezed, trying to keep herself from another spurt. Edith winced and wished she had worn the GoodNites her mom had packed for her.  She squeezed one more time and then held herself with both hands and ran up the remaining ten stairs, tripping on the lip of the final stair. Edith fell hard on the floor, losing control from shock. She felt a hard stream of pee gushing out from between her legs. She was shaking as the wetness spread through her pink silk pants, turning them crimson.

Then Edith awoke in a puddle of her own urine, hands dug into her crotch still.  Pee was still leaking through her fingertips. Her pants were soaked through, as was most of her sleeping bag.  She began to whimper. What could she do? Ruthie’s parents were out. She couldn’t tell Chuck. When she finished emptying her bladder, she got up and grabbed her backpack, waking the other girls.

Ruthie opened her eyes, confused.

“What’s happening?” Pearl groggily muttered, turning on the lights to reveal a very wet Edith.

Ruthie said nothing there, sitting there in shock.

“Oh.  My. God.  You peed the bed again?!” Pearl accused, “That’s so disgusting!”

Edith shamefully hid behind her backpack, trying not to cry.

“Edith,” Ruthie said, “I… You can’t do this every time.  You can’t sleep over if you’re just going to wet the bed every time!  My mom didn’t even want you to come this year…”

Edith shed a few tears.  “I can’t help it,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry…”  She wiped the tears from her face, but they just kept coming.  Her eyes were as damp as her pajamas.

Desperate Family Part 1

ROAD TRIP

Edith had to go pee. Right. Now. She’d had to go since about five minutes after their last pit stop. Edith was incredibly determined to make it to their next planned stop without asking for the bathroom. She knew it was a hassle for Mom and Dad to make another stop and have to unbuckle her little brother from his wheelchair. She bit her lip and looked out over the landscape. She could’ve sworn they’d crossed the border over to Utah by now, but she hadn’t seen any signs. She longingly looked at the gas station as they drove by, wishing Dad would need to stop and buy another pack of smokes. Edith adjusted her legs, trying not to draw attention from her three siblings.

Her older brother, Elias, pushed up his red wire-framed glasses and scrunched up his nose as he stared intently at his Gameboy Advance. It was one of those cool flip-up “SP” ones; Mom and Dad had just bought it for him for his 14th birthday. Edith was jealous; she was stuck with Eli’s hand-me-down old school Gameboy and Pokemon Blue. Eli had saved up his allowance to buy Pokemon Sapphire, which looked amazing on that little back-lit screen. Edith tried to focus on her jealousy instead of her desperate urge to pee, but it wasn’t working very well. She quickly pressed her legs together and tightened her hold. Edith winced, realizing she might not make it much longer.

“Daddy!” Edith’s younger sister, Esther, called from the back seat of the van.

“What is it, pumpkin?”

“Daddy I need to go pee,” Esther sang the word ‘pee’ like she was auditioning for a musical. It was like the eight-year-old was expecting woodland creatures to carry her off to the toilet at the drop of a hat.

“Can you hold it, princess? We just passed a gas station, but we can pull over as soon as another one comes along.”

“I can hold it for a while,” Esther reassured their dad.

Edith, on the other hand, was bursting. She was jiggling her legs, doing a kind of seated potty dance.

“Can you stop that for, like five seconds?! Please?! I’m trying to concentrate,” Elias barked.

Edith crossed one leg over the other, trying not to bounce too much. She felt a tiny stream of pee escape and drip into her Paul Frank panties, but quickly plugged the flow. She stuck her hand between her legs and held herself. Edith was thankful that Elias wasn’t paying close enough attention to realize how desperate she was. On their last family road trip, before their youngest brother Ezra was born, Elias had taunted Edith the whole trip. Every time she needed to go to the bathroom he told her to think about waterfalls and made gushing and spurting sounds with his mouth. She peed her pants only twice the whole trip, but Elias never let her live it down. Edith’s bladder had become stronger than it was when she was five, going on six. Now at eleven, almost twelve, she felt like she was grown enough to handle holding it. And she wouldn’t let Elias win this one. Another spurt erupted from her urethra, dampening her panties and possibly her embroidered denim shorts. Edith was afraid to check.

“Daddy! Oh my gosh, I see a gas station!” Esther squealed with joy from the back seat.

Ezra, who had been quiet for a while, let out a goofy laugh.

“Perfect timing,” Dad said, “I’m ready to stretch my legs.”

Edith squeezed her quivering legs together and leaned forward. It was about time; she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold it for.

Dad pulled into the gas station and unlocked the van. Esther flung open the sliding door and ran, holding herself, for the gas station door. Elias closed his Gameboy and shoved it into his backpack. “I gotta go too,” he said, running after his youngest sister.

“Edie, would you help me with Ezra?” Mom asked.

“Um,” Edith squeaked, pressing hard on her urethra, unsure if she could even get up without letting loose.

“It’ll only take a minute, hun,” Mom reassured her.

“Mom, I really need to-”

“Can you unbuckle him and I’ll unload the wheelchair?”

Edith cautiously got up from her seat, being very careful not to disturb her too-full bladder. She could feel the pressure as she changed positions and slipped into the back seat. Her five-year-old brother stared off in the distance, seemingly unaware of the world around him. He smiled and waved his arms as if he were conducting an orchestra. Edith wondered for a moment what Ezra would be like without cerebral palsy. She unbuckled him from the wheelchair car seat contraption that was especially built for the family’s van and Mom lowered him and his chair down the ramp. Edith was still trying to disguise her potty dance, but failing terribly. Mom wasn’t paying any attention, but if she had been, she would’ve shook her head and told Edith to just go.

From the corner of her eye, she could see her little sister running back to the car, holding a giant bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. They were Dad’s favourite and she’d suckered him into buying a bag for her. Edith sighed; she was a little jealous, but at least the bathroom was free. She slowly headed towards the gas station bathrooms, every few steps having to squeeze herself. A few tiny drips of pee made their way down her leg, but nothing drastic enough for anyone to notice.

When she finally made it to the bathroom door, she felt like she’d finally found her oasis. Edith let out a giant sigh and tried for the door. It didn’t budge. She tried again.

“Hey! I’m peeing here!” Elias bellowed.

“Elias?!”

“Can I not just use the bathroom in peace?!”

“Eli- I-I really need to go… can you please…”

“Seriously, can you give me a damn minute?!”

Edith could hear the sound of a fast, hard stream and it made her even more desperate. She was ready to let go, but she couldn’t. She could hear that he had finished and had flushed, but he was taking his sweet time washing his hands. “Eli! Please! I really, really, really need to go!”

A loud groan came from inside the bathroom. “I’m almost done, for god’s sake!”

Edith banged on the door again, “Hurry!” she shouted in a voice that was almost unrecognizably desperate. She was hopping and dancing, trying to keep it all in. None of it was working. She felt a leak and held herself tighter. Moving around wasn’t helping, but standing still was next to impossible. She tried to hold her breath and close her eyes. She thought about the last time she’d been in this much trouble.

During Spring Break, she went on a Girl Guides camping trip and had drank almost a whole two-liter cola as a dare from another girl in her cabin. She didn’t have time to use the toilets before they left camp. Edith had to hold all that soda for what felt like an hour on the bus. Thankfully, the girl sitting next to her also needed to use the bathroom and they helped each other through the situation by distracting one another. Edith made the mistake of making her partner laugh, though, which ended in her bus mate losing control before they got back home. Edith still felt bad about that whole scenario. The girl who wet herself never came back to Guides.

Edith knocked on the door again. “Elias! I-I have to go really b-badly! Please… let me go pee!”

She heard the sink and Elias pushed the door open. “God, you’re so impatient!” he grumbled.

Edith gave him a half smile and let herself into the dirty bathroom. She didn’t want to sit on the seat, but she had no choice. Time was running out. Another tiny trickle escaped into her already soaked panties. She pulled down her shorts with some difficulty and sat down on the grimy toilet seat, feeling a hard rush of urine… fill her underwear. Edith gasped, realizing her mistake. There was no going back now. The Paul Frank monkey on the front of her panties was completely soaked through and she could feel pee sticking to her hot skin. She looked down at her shorts and realized that they were much wetter than expected. A large wet spot had gathered at the crotch and backside of her shorts. She swore she’d held most of it in! Edith wanted to cry. She couldn’t go back to the car with wet shorts. Her heart was throbbing with anxiety. She finished peeing and went to the sink, trying to wash the urine out of her panties and shorts. The water was just making everything worse. She tried to blow dry her clothes in the push-button hand dryer, but it barely worked. Tears streamed down Edith’s face. She would never hear the end of this from Elias and Esther.

She pulled on her soaking panties and drenched denim shorts and made her way back to the car.

“Edie, honey, are you okay?” Mom asked.

Edith shook her head. “I… I had an accident,” she whispered.

“We’ve got some clean clothes for you in the back of the car,” Mom replied. “Your brother and sister don’t even have to know.” She handed Edith a backpack and sent her back to the bathroom. But before she could wander off, she heard Elias snickering.

“Ha! Did you pee your pants, Edie? That’s hilarious!” he laughed.

Esther rolled down the window of the front seat. “Oh my gosh, you peed your pants?! Are you, like five?!” Esther giggled mercilessly.

Edith’s lip quivered. She wanted to run away and cry, but she just stood there, trying to cover her soaked jeans.