The Sisters: Holding Contest

Note: This story contains Female Desperation, Accidental & Deliberate Wetting, Humiliation, and Masturbation.
The sisters where going to be alone in their mother’s house all weekend long. Their mother had gone on a trip, so they met there to chat and remember the past. And if there was something to remember from the near past, it was the time they all peed themselves returning from the pub…
Michelle: “Oh, please don’t remind it to me, how embarrassing!”
Elizabeth: “but Michelle, it wasn’t THAT bad…”
Alyssa: “That’s because you were wearing a skirt, so the damage was minimal, but we both ended up with soaking wet jeans.”
Elizabeth: “But you can’t complain either, there was nobody in the street, so no one knew we peed our clothes.”
Michelle: “That maybe applies for you, do you remember the couple that was passing by while you were screaming that I was peeing my panties?”
Elizabeth: “Well, if you could have held it a little longer, nothing of that sort would have happened!”
Alyssa: “Ely, what are you talking about, like if you hadn’t peed yourself too… In fact I’m the one that lasted longer, and if it weren’t for you…”
Alyssa stopped there. She knew she couldn’t complain. She still gets excited remembering the feeling of the urine running down her legs and her pants, and the excitement of peeing in public, in front of her sisters. That time she had the best orgasm of her life, and her sisters didn’t even notice it, thinking it was only the relief of peeing after the feeling of being about to explode.
Elizabeth: “Ok, but that time you held it longer because I had drank more than both of you, otherwise I would have been the one to hold it longer, after all it was the first time I peed myself, not like you.”
Alyssa: “Come on, you don’t fool me, we all drank the same, you are as much of a pisser as we are, and I’m sure that in an equal situation I can hold it longer than you.”
Elizabeth: “That’s bullshit!”
Alyssa: “Not at all, I’m stronger.”
Elizabeth: “No way, I can hold it longer!”
Alyssa: “Are you sure?”
Elizabeth: “Off course!”
Michelle was looking astonished as her sisters discussed something so bizarre as who could last longer without peeing herself, until the key question emerged.
Alyssa: “Do you want to bet?”
Elizabeth: “What?”
Alyssa: “That I have a stronger bladder…”
Elizabeth: “Don’t be stupid! How could we know?”
Alyssa: “Easily, we drink and wait, seeing who can last longer without going to the bathroom.”
Michelle couldn’t believe her ears; they were going to do a holding contest! In front of her there were her two sisters setting the rules: each one was going to drink two litres of water to make it even, before they began they all were going to use the toilet to empty their bladders; they couldn’t change their current clothes, they had to stay with what they were wearing; to avoid second thoughts, the bathroom was going to be locked, the only one who could use it would be the winner. If someone wants to pee before the others, she should do it in her clothes (and no one wanted that); and that’s not all… they were including her!
Michelle: “No girls, no way, this is between you two, I’m out.”
Alyssa: “No Michelle, you’re in, we’re not going to let you stay there, laughing at us while we struggle for avoid peeing ourselves, you’re going to do what we do.”
Elizabeth: “Besides, do you want to be known as the sister that can’t hold it? Remember that the other day you were the first one to pee yourself…”
They insisted and finally Michelle agreed against her will. “At least I’m wearing a skirt” she thought, “if I end up peeing myself it won’t be that bad.” So they went to the bathroom (Michelle in the toilet, Alyssa and Elizabeth in the tub, all three at the same time so no one had any advantage), cleaned it and locked it, then went to the kitchen, filled three bottles of water, went to the living room and sat there to drink their water. They finished it in the first half hour, one litre every quarter as they had agreed, and then they were free to do whatever they wanted, as long as they stayed in the room.
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One hour had passed since they filled their bottles, which now were resting empty on the living room table. The three sisters were feeling the liquid rapidly filling their bladders, and each one was trying to do something to distract herself from the increasing need to use the toilet.
Elizabeth was playing with the computer, using the mouse with her right hand while the left one was doing frequent trips to her crotch to grab herself when she felt the need growing, but trying not to do it very often so as to try to forget (if possible) about it. Despite that, she couldn’t avoid crossing her legs one way and then the other way once in a while. The game was distracting her, but less with every passing minute, and she had already released the first button of her pants (tight blue jeans) to relieve the pressure. The rules didn’t say anything about buttons, but she didn’t wanted to unbutton further, in case her sisters realized it and made her button them all the way back up again.
Michelle had chosen the TV. She was lying on the couch– her legs pressed together, half bent, motionless except for the hand holding the remote– that couldn’t seem to remain on the same channel for more than two minutes. She wasn’t showing signs of desperation, at least on the outside. The hand that wasn’t changing channels was buried under her skirt and holding her crotch. She was feeling her fingers wet, as well as the fabric of her panties, but she couldn’t tell if she had leaked a little or it was her own moisture for rubbing herself trying to relieve the pressure. It was possible that she had leaked, because she was feeling about to burst. This reminded her the time she almost peed herself waiting for the gynaecologist to examine her. At least this time she was able to hold herself without attracting everyone’s attention.
Maybe not everyone’s, since Alyssa’s attention had been captured by Michelle’s movements, as well as Elizabeth’s, enjoying her sisters desperation, and her own too. She was sitting in a chair next to the table, still wearing the khaki shorts she had worn this morning, feeling her own bladder fill. She was doing nothing to relieve the tension, just sitting there, with one hand laying on the table and the other holding the back of the chair, while taking pleasure in her sisters’ desperation. She’s used to holding, after all it’s her favorite game, to wait until she can’t hold it any longer and, if possible (when no one can catch her), end up peeing in her clothes. She also knows that the worst thing one can do in this situation is to think about it.
Alyssa: “So girls, can you hold it? I think I’ll pee my pants soon.”
Elizabeth: “Aly, shut up, that I was doing fine until you talked about it! I can barely keep my mind on this fucking game,” she replied while pointing at the computer screen.
Michelle: “Yes Aly, shut your mouth, I don’t think I can hold it anymore. Why don’t we just forget this stupid competition and you give me the bathroom keys?”
Alyssa knew that her sisters would have doubts, so she had remained next to the table to be closer to the keys.
Alyssa: “No way. You know, if you can’t hold it, just pee!”
Michelle: “Don’t even think about it, I don’t want to be the baby of the family, I can hold it.” She wasn’t so sure she could put the money where her mouth was, but she’d have to try.
Elizabeth: “Girls, why don’t you stop talking about peeing, or I’ll do it right now and here!”
They shouted, but Alyssa knew she had reached her goal. Her two sisters were more desperate than before, and she was sure they couldn’t last much longer. As for her, she knew how much longer her body could hold out in this situation, and she was sure the she could still hold on for a while.
Fifteen minutes had passed and Michelle couldn’t say the same. Now she was sure that the wetness that her fingertips were feeling was her pee, the same thing that wet her panties. And what’s more, she suspected that if she were to get up there would be a dark spot in the back of her skirt. But she had to get up, otherwise she was going to pee herself right there over her mother’s couch. She had already released the remote and was holding to the edge of the couch and having her legs bent over was not helping at all. She starts to get up, thinking that walking might relieve the pressure, and while doing so she notices the coin sized wet spot she left on the couch, which means that the one on her skirt is bigger; but nothing matters now, only to keep holding…
Alyssa sees Michelle standing and notices the spot on the couch and the round darker area on her sister’s skirt. She puts one hand between her legs, not to ease the pressure but to touch herself… her sister is peeing herself! She sees Michelle walking up and down, each step seems more difficult than the previous one, until her sister stops in the middle of the room and looks at her with pleading eyes.
Michelle: “Aly, please, give me the keys, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m losing it!”
Alyssa: “No Michelle, you know the rules, you hold it or you pee yourself here.”
Michelle, turning to her other sister: “Eli, help me! Talk to her, convince her to give me the keys, or take them from her, do something!”
Elizabeth stops what she’s doing (losing at her game, every time sooner) and looks at her sister. Michelle is standing (half bent actually) in the middle of the living room, holding her crotch with both hands, pulling the skirt (long to her knees) between her legs, one of which is pushed in front of the other, both pressed together, and is looking at her with shiny eyes.
Elizabeth: “I’m sorry Michelle, but I can’t do it. You’re not the only one that’s pissing her pants, I’m desperate too, but I can hold it. Come on! You’re a grown up, you can make it!” In fact she’s hoping that her sister loses the battle, so there’ll be one less person in her way to the bathroom.
Michelle: “Come on Eli, please, I’m peeing my panties!!”
She didn’t want it to sound literal, but it was real. She has just lost a spurt that saturated her panties and is feeling droplets running down her thigh. Then she feels something that she didn’t expect. “Oh no! Not now!” she thought while feeling the itch crawling up her nose. She tried to hold it as long as she could, with one hand pulling her skirt deeper between her legs while the other goes to her nose trying to avoid…
Michelle: “Atch’sss!!”
Alyssa has her eyes fixed on her sister’s crotch and as soon as Michelle sneezes she sees a dark spot growing beneath Michelle’s hand and leaving streaks down her light brown skirt, and notices a rivulet of pee running down one of her sister’s legs and get to the sandal before being wiped by the other leg. Michelle is shocked at feeling the pee soaking her hand through her skirt and escaping for two seconds before she can cut it. But there’s something worse… she never sneezes just once…
Michelle: “OH, I’M PEEING MY PANTIES!!” and looking to Alyssa “Ok, if you don’t give me the key I’ll go to the kitchen and pee in the sink,” while turning around.
Alyssa is about to get up and stop her, but she doesn’t need to do it.
Her sister only gets to take a couple of short steps with her legs crossed before she stops in the middle of the room. She bends back trying to stop a sneeze, while reaching for the TV with one hand to hold herself on something and pressing one leg against the other, even bending a little to one side, trying to contain the flood that comes. But when the sneeze arrives there is nothing she can do. Like an open dam, Michelle’s pussy gives up and her bladder begins to empty, pee flooding down her legs, most falling straight to the floor and a few streams running down her thighs. She keeps her position for a couple of seconds, but when she realizes that it’s useless, just stands on both feet, her legs slightly apart, and lowers her head, looking at the liquid coming from beneath her skirt and splashing in the pool that’s forming at her feet, feeling some of it running hot down her legs. She feels a mixture of relief and humiliation. She’s peeing herself in front of her sisters (again) but at least she’s not suffering anymore, now she can just relax and pee (even if it is through her panties). The wet panties against her skin and the pool of pee in her sandals are not the best sensation, but nothing is worse than the previous desperation.
After peeing for almost half a minute, the stream finally stops, leaving only the wetness falling down the skin of her leg. There’s a big pool of pee beneath her, into which she splashes as she turns to look at her sisters with tears in her eyes.
Elizabeth: “Michelle, YOU’VE PEED YOURSELF!” She’s not much better off, and had to make a huge effort to not lose it when she heard her sister pee.
Michelle: “Do you think, Ely?” she responds sarcastically.
Elizabeth: “Don’t worry, you’re with your sisters, and now you surely are feeling better” she says while thinking that there’ll be time to mock her later.
Michelle: “Yes, but I peed myself, I couldn’t hold it”
Elizabeth: “It doesn’t matter, in any moment I’ll follow you, I think Aly is going to win, I can’t hold it much longer either” she adds with a desperate voice.
Alyssa: “Don’t you think…” she whispers, while looking at her crotch.
In fact she can hold it a few more minutes, but Alyssa doesn’t want to lose the chance (and the pleasure) of peeing herself. So she whispers those words that she remembers from an accident of her youth, the one that begun everything.
Alyssa: “Girls… I’m peeing… I’m peeing…” and the show begins.
With one hand on the table, the other on the back of the chair (she’s sitting by its side), and her legs pressed together, she lets go of the first spurt, a one second stream that darkens the crotch of her light shorts (she’s happy to be wearing those, the pee can be clearly seen). She looks at her sisters to make sure that they’re looking at her and says to Elizabeth “Ely, you won, I’m losing it” and then looks back at her legs while letting go of a longer spurt, which this time goes down to her butt and runs down her thigh to fall in front of the chair. Repeatedly whispering, “I’m peeing, I’m peeing” she finally lets it all go. She still has her legs together, so some of her pee makes a ‘Y’ shaped stain over her crotch and then flows to her knees, falling in streams down her legs to the floor. The rest of her pee goes down to her butt and starts to search for paths of escape, rolling down the seat of the chair and falling from the edge, making little pools where it touches the floor.
While she’s still peeing and feeling the pleasure of relief and the excitement, she spreads her legs a little and the pee pooled between them falls in front of the chair making a cascade in front of her.
Elizabeth is so distracted looking at Alyssa’s shorts, which are getting darker and darker, and at the liquid falling in front of her sister’s chair, that for a moment she forgets her own desperation… and that’s a bad mistake, because the splashing of Aly’s pee triggers a wave of need that catches her with her guard down and a spurt of her own pee escapes her body and passes through her thong without much resistance.
She rapidly holds her crotch and cuts the flow, but her fingers tell her that the fabric of the jeans that covers her pussy is wet. Then she realizes– she has won! She can use the toilet like a normal person, she doesn’t have to pee her pants like her sisters!
But soon she realizes that it’s not an easy task. She has to grab the key, go to the bathroom, unlock it, get to the toilet, pull down her jeans and sit down, all of that without losing it completely. But thinking about it doesn’t get her any closer, so she moves into action.
Elizabeth: “Alyssa give me the keys, I’ve won and I’m going to use the toilet before I pee my pants too!”
Alyssa thinks about making it hard for her, but seeing the desperation of her sister she decides that it’ll be more fun to see her try to hold it knowing that the relief is so close (which is always the most difficult) so she hands them to her, while the last drops of her own pee leave her bladder.
Elizabeth takes the keys, stands up and runs to the bathroom, splashing over Michelle’s pee when she passes her by. Alyssa also stands up (feeling the soaked shorts sticking to her butt) and follows her, with Michelle following behind. When she gets to the bathroom she sees Elizabeth trying to put the key on the keyhole, while twisting and bending to avoid peeing herself. She notices that her sister is not going to completely make it, Elizabeth’s jeans are wet just beneath the crack of her butt, and the wetness has spread an inch or two down her left leg.
Her sister manages to put in the key and starts to unlock the door, but then lets out an “ooohhhh!!!” and stands half bent, leaning her head against the door and closing her eyes while pressing her legs together, and she sees the spot on the jeans shining and growing a few more inches beneath her sister’s left cheek, and a short stream of pee passes straight through the fabric and splashes at the bottom, leaving dark streaks along the way.
Elizabeth fights with all her strength and manages to hold the rest while finishing with unlocking the door. She enters the bathroom holding off whatever she has left with her hand. She walks to the toilet, with the wetness in her jeans growing even more, soaked almost to the back of her knee, and opens her zipper. She begins to struggle trying to lower her pants.
She can’t take them off! They are too tight, and she hasn’t the patience or the time to try to pull them down slowly. What’s she’s going to do? She feels her strength fading, her pee keeps finding its way out of her body, and now there’s a small but continuous stream that flows down her legs. Then she takes the only action that she can think of at this late stage; she sits on the toilet with her jeans still on. For a moment she still tries to lower them, feeling more pee escaping her control, but then just gives up and the stream of pee instantly becomes a torrent that crashes against the crotch of her jeans, some passing straight through and running down her butt, falling from there in streams that splash into the water below.
She’s so relieved that she barely notices anything around her, she just leans forward putting her head on her hands, and relaxes, cursing herself for not getting to the toilet in time to avoid an accident despite having won the contest. But then she begins to notice her surroundings. Between her fingers she sees Michelle’s wet skirt and legs, with some drops still running down to her sister’s bare feet (she left the soaked sandals in the pool of pee in the living room). She’s sure that Michelle is looking at her with amazement for sitting on the toilet peeing through her jeans, but she doesn’t want to look at her sister’s face to confirm it. Instead she looks behind her and sees Alyssa, standing at the door, with the inner half of her shorts completely soaked and some pee still running down her legs. But also, her sister is covering her wet crotch with one hand. Does she still need to pee? But no, her fingers are moving, back and forth between her legs, pressing against the fabric covering her pussy… is she MASTURBATING??!! Elizabeth looks at her face and sees Alyssa’s eyes are closed; she’s biting her lower lip and seems to tremble a little before her fingers stop moving. What’s happening here? Could it be that her sister got excited peeing herself, or seeing them peeing? It’s something that she’ll need to investigate, but for now she just keeps peeing right through her pants for what seems like forever.
By: Gus74