The two of you eagerly jumped up and made a run for the kitchen. However just as you sat down you felt the initial Inklings of having to pee. Deciding you could hold it however, you remained in your seat as Emily dished out a heaping plate of Macaroni with hotdogs for each of you. 15 minutes later you were half-way through when you felt a brief squirt of pee come out and absorb into your panties. By now the need to pee was making it hard to focus but you were determined to hold it. 5 minutes passed and Emily finished. She say back to relax and look at her phone and a part of you wished she'd see your struggle and tell you to go pee but alas it was not to be. Another 5 minutes passed and Krista was done. Emily wiped your younger sister's face and sent her off to play, her padded state mocking you as it crinkled past. 3 minutes now, you were on your last few bites. Between the constant wincing and squirming when you thought Emily wasn't looking you gobbled them down. Now you were faced with the large glass of milk you'd stupidly taken. Another minute passed as you did your best to gulp down the milk finally you were taking in the last few sips when Emily got up and to your horror started washing dishes. By now you knew it was too late. As long as you sat with your hands.burried deep in between your legs you'd remain dry. Even the slightest movement would set you off. The water was shut off but the leaky faucet your dad refused to fix remained dripping. Each drip making you feel closer to losing it. Where was Emily now? You didn't know, you didn't care. But in hindsight you wished you'd known as the hand placing itself on your shoulder suddenly startled you, loosening every grip you had on your aching bladder. To your horror, a wet spot spread like wildfire across your jeans, with a puddle forming under your butt on the chair and dripping onto the floor. You and Emily remained in silence, just waiting for it to be over for at least 90 full seconds. When it was finally over the infinitely sympathetic Emily picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. You simply sobbed into her shoulder as she helped you get cleaned up, removing your soaked... everything really as even your shirt got wet and helping you into a nice dry...
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