You’re sitting on the couch. The tv, tuned to the Real Housewives of someplace or other, goes ignored in favor of the tight pressure building in your bladder.
You shift a little, taking another big drink from the large cup of apple juice next to you. Bro’s on the computer less than ten feet away from you, glancing over every so often, and the thought that you’re doing this so close to him makes your stomach clench and your cheeks grow hot. You shift again, fingers clenching in your jeans.
You take another drink.
At this point your leg is jiggling constantly, and when Bro looks over again, you squirm noticeably, and fail to keep your eyes on the tv. You look away quickly, and take one more drink, about to run for the bathroom, and god, it feels so good, but suddenly Bro is wrestling you, forcing you to the ground under him, and you panic, struggling wildly to get away.
“What’s wrong, kid?”
You glare at him.
“Nothing, jesus, can’t a guy watch his show in peace? What the hell, dude.”
“Don’t play dumb, you little shit, I saw you squirming on the couch. What, you got crabs or somethin’?”
You can’t look at him, press hard against the ground and hope he doesn’t notice your hard-on as you mutter the answer.
“You know I can’t understand you when you mumble like that, kid.”
“I have to piss, okay?!” You shout it, shame hot across your cheeks.
Bro’s eyebrows furrow, and it’s a few seconds before his face lights up with realization.
“Shit, little dude, you’re kinkier than I thought.”
He moves fast, pinning both your wrists above your head with one hand and producing a juice box seemingly out of nowhere. He puts the straw up to your lips.
Your knees are pressed tight together as you obey.
When you finish the juice box, your face is screwed up with the effort of not pissing yourself, and his free hand drifts across your chest.
“Good boy.” He brushes your nipple before moving further down.
His hand rubs circles over your bladder and you barely see the wicked smirk on his face before he’s pressing down hard.
You whine, squeezing your eyes shut and feeling tears leak out the corners.
“Bro, fuck, I can’t-“
He slams his mouth into yours and the shock has you leaking.
You can’t stop it now, not with him pressing down and kissing you and-
Fuck, you’re pissing all over the both of you, you can hear the hiss of it too clearly, feel the wet heat as it soaks you both.
You moan into his mouth, unable to keep yourself from kissing back and grinding up into him where he’s straddling you.
He breaks the kiss to whisper in your ear.
“You’re a kinky little fuck aren’t you? Getting off on pissing yourself. You’re disgusting.”
But he’s hard too, and grinding back until you’re biting your lip and moaning, almost drooling, it’s just so good-
You cum harder than you ever have before, muffling your almost scream with a bite to Bro’s shoulder, and he bites out a curse, practically ripping his pants off to jerk off over you, collapsing next to you after he cums.
Once he catches his breath, he laughs.
“We should do that again some time.”
“Yeah,” you breathe, “Yeah.”