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He was worried that some feral critters had gotten inside, or maybe some birds or something, but there was actually just a hole next to the window. That big storm a few months ago must have done it. So any time it was windy it would start blowing around in there, knocking stuff around, and making a bunch of noise.\"\n\nFelicia picked up her coffee cup, but it was nearly empty, and she drained the last of it. \"I suppose that's better than finding something nesting up there,\" she mused.\n\n\"Very. Of course, Pat's about as good with a hammer as I am with a sewing needle – or you, for that matter – so he had to call Louis to come fix it, and Louis told me that Pat just duct-taped up the hole...\"\n\n\"Straight through,\" Felicia interrupted as Andre came to another intersection, mildly annoyed at his comment about her but simply letting it pass.\n\nHe nodded, and they continued on, making conversation to pass the time. Being around her brother was always an interesting experience for Felicia, where she could get along with him perfectly fine and enjoy his company one moment, and want to throttle him the next. It had been like that since they were kids, and it was unlikely to change any time soon. He had earned some lasting ire from her at the family gathering they were returning from for recounting a particularly embarrassing story from their childhood, and for that reason she had foregone taking a bathroom break at their last stop. She wanted to be full and ready to go when they got back to his house so she could give him a little payback...\n\nA little while later, Felicia looked at the GPS as they approached a fork in the road. \"Right,\" she instructed.\n\nBut Andre was too caught up in his story. \"...cost about five thousand dollars in the end to have it repaired, I feel bad for him but it was his own fault.\"\n\n\"Right,\" Felicia repeated, louder this time.\n\nAndre heard her this time, but misunderstood. \"Exactly. I mean, you can't just take a risk like that and-\"\n\n\"No, I mean, TURN RIGHT!\" Felicia all but shouted.\n\nHe glanced to his side, but there was a truck blocking his vision. \"Where?\" he asked. \"Up ahead?\"\n\nFelicia groaned as they went straight past the turn and the road went down and into a tunnel. \"We missed it,\" she grumbled, and reached out to the GPS's controls to get a new route calculated. Normally it wouldn't be a problem in a city, but the tunnel didn't exactly afford any good opportunities to turn around.\n\n\"Sorry, you should have said something,\" Andre said, but it only annoyed her further.\n\n\"I did say something! Multiple times!\" Felicia snapped. \"You weren't paying attention!\"\n\n\"It'll be fine,\" he downplayed, \"Besides, it's not like you've never taken a wrong turn before. Isn't that why you failed your first driving test?\"\n\nFelicia seethed and glared at the GPS; since they were in a tunnel, it wasn't updating. She didn't need to be reminded of that embarrassing incident. \"At least I never took such a wrong turn I ended up in a ditch,\" she growled back at him.\n\n\"The roads were icy!\" Andre protested, slowing down as the traffic in the tunnel became thicker. \"They don't salt them out where I live. I remember when you slipped on the ice at school...\"\n\nFelicia definitely didn't need to be reminded of THAT incident. \"Do you practice bringing up humiliating memories, or does it just come naturally?\" she growled, definitely in the 'I want to throttle him' phase of her relationship with her brother.\n\n\"It's an older-brother thing,\" he joked. The traffic had come to a crawl, but at least it was moving. Felicia folded her arms and leaned back against the passenger's seat, crossing her legs. She'd been able to ignore her need to pee when she had had plans for it, but now that they had been thrown into disarray, it was much harder to disregard the pressure in her lower abdomen. How long would it take them to get to his house now? She didn't know this city at all.\n\nThe radio had cut out too while they were underground, so they were just left with the ambience of the tunnel and the humming of the car's engine. Trying to break the silence, Andre spoke up, \"I am sorry about this, I didn't mean to miss the turn. We can just turn once we get out of the tunnel and get back on track.\"\n\nFelicia poked two fingers at the GPS's screen and moved them apart to zoom out on the map. \"We're under a river,\" she groused, \"We'll have to head to the next bridge.\" Even without the GPS calculating a route for her, she could tell it was going to be a very long and irritating detour.\n\n\"Under the river?\" Andre asked, sounding worried. \"Where are we headed to?\" Before she could answer he leaned over and looked at the GPS himself, since the traffic was moving so slowly. \"Oh dear.\"\n\n\"What?\" Felicia asked, rapidly growing even more frustrated with him. \"What have you gotten us into now?\"\n\n\"This is a bad part of town,\" Andre muttered as he straightened back up, pressing a button to lock all the doors. \"We'd better head for the bridge. I think we're nearly at the tunnel exit, where do we go?\"\n\n\"I don't know, it doesn't work in a tunnel!\" Felicia snapped in frustration. The pressure in her loins was not helping her mood in the slightest, and she was starting to squirm. \"Don't you know your way around your own city?\"\n\n\"Do you?\" Andre retorted.\n\n\"Yes!\" Felicia fired back, \"I drive around it for a living! And you literally work for city hall as an urban planner! How do you NOT know the road layout?\"\n\n\"That's not-\" Andre began, but the traffic sped up a bit and he was able to exit the tunnel. \"Okay, where do I go?\"\n\nFelicia poked the GPS's controls, but it took a moment to update. \"Left onto 14th Street.\"\n\n\"We just passed it,\" Andre informed her.\n\nFelicia gritted her teeth as she worked on getting another route, shifting about in her seat as she did. Her patience was wearing incredibly thin.\n\n\"Here, I'll take this next left,\" Andre declared, flicking the turn signal.\n\nFelicia got a route update just in time to say \"Wait, no, go str-\" as he took a left turn. Groaning in frustration, she pressed the recalculate button without another word, slumping forward onto the dashboard. Andre had been right about one thing though: this was not a nice part of town. They couldn't go a full block without seeing a boarded-up window somewhere and there was no shortage of graffiti and suspicious groups hanging around.\n\nShe finally got Andre back on track, or at least, got him to take the correct turn at the next intersection, but the area they were in now didn't have a grid layout, making navigating all the more frustrating. Her full bladder was only annoying her further: she wanted so badly to go find something of Andre's and shower it in urine, but at this rate they'd never make it back before she hit her limit. If it had been his car she wouldn't have thought twice about making a mess of it, but it was her car, and that was out of the question.\n\nHer predicament didn't go unnoticed for long as she kept shifting and squirming. \"Felicia?\" Andre asked.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Do you want me to stop somewhere?\"\n\n\"Not in this part of town!\" she immediately insisted. \"Just keep going!\"\n\n\"All right,\" he acquiesced, and she sat back up straight. She was so angry with him that she didn't care if she was detected; thoughts about pissing on his bed came to her mind, or maybe just in his front hall, or in his drawers or something...\n\nThough such thoughts were cathartic, they only kept her attention on her need to pee and made the feeling worse as she shifted and wriggled in her seat. \"You're not going to wet yourself, are you?\" Andre asked bluntly.\n\nAt least there was no childhood incident for him to recall on that topic, but the last thing she needed was to give him such a story as an adult. \"No,\" she asserted. \"Turn left.\"\n\nSilently, he took the turn, and Felicia turned in her seat to look behind her, some ideas coming to mind. Her own suitcase was in her trunk along with a few things they'd brought back from her parents' place. Andre's luggage, however, was on the back seat for easier retrieval. He'd always prided himself on packing lightly and had only a single suitcase, and a reasonably small one at that, only about two feet wide and three or so tall.\n\nFelicia checked the GPS again. \"Just go straight for the next four intersections,\" she told him. If not for this detour they'd only be a few minutes from his house and she could simply hold it, but with all the extra time this was adding – assuming traffic stayed clear, too – it was unlikely she could hold it that long.\n\nSo she wouldn't.\n\n\"All right,\" Andre confirmed, but had to stop at the next intersection as the light was red. Unbuckling her seatbelt, Felicia began climbing between the seats and into the back while the car was stopped. \"Felicia?\" Andre asked, but she didn't reply, climbing into the seat behind his. He had an empty coffee cup of his own and held it up with one hand, keeping the other on the steering wheel. \"Did you want this?\"\n\n\"I have something,\" Felicia told him flatly, and he put the cup back as the light turned green and he pulled ahead. With him keeping his eyes on the road, it gave Felicia the opportunity to grab his suitcase from the back seat and wedge it into the space between her seat and his. There wasn't enough space for her to get it flat on the floor, but she was able to shove it down until the corner furthest from her was touching the floor, and the edge closest to her was held up at a modest angle. He didn't appear to pay attention at first, and it wasn't until she started unzipping it that he noticed she was up to something.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" he asked her, more pointedly.\n\n\"Taking care of a problem YOU caused,\" she fired back, tugging the zipper around the entire suitcase to open it fully. With the suitcase wedged between seats it took a bit of effort to get the zipper around the corners and along the closest edge, but her frustration motivated her to go quickly.\n\n\"You should have gone when we-\"\n\nFelicia didn't let him finish. \"You should have listened to my directions!\" She flipped up the lid of his suitcase so that it rested on the back of the driver's seat, holding it in place at the edge with her left hand. \"So don't make this any worse than it already is.\" His clothes were packed and folded neatly, unsurprisingly, and Felicia started to spread her legs and lift them up before realizing she'd need something to dry herself with afterwards. Normally she always had some tissues for just such an occasion, but she'd left her purse up front, and she wasn't going to climb back to the passenger's seat for it. She certainly wasn't going to use his socks or underwear, so she simply grabbed the topmost shirt and set it down next to her.\n\nAndre stopped at another red light and turned to look behind him. \"Felicia-\" he began, but she shot him such an intense death glare that he didn't get any further.\n\n\"Don't look, you pervert!\" she snapped at him.\n\nRelenting, he turned forward again, but apparently couldn't pass up the chance for a comment. \"This'll make for an interesting story.\"\n\n\"Breathe a word of this to anyone and I'll tell them all that you watched,\" she threatened as she pulled her skirt up and out of the way, then tugged her panties aside. \"And after what you did in high school, you know they'd believe me.\"\n\n\"That-... I-...\" Andre fumbled, and then went quiet, giving Felicia the peace she needed to stop fighting her bladder. She had to go badly enough that almost immediately a strong stream of piss shot from her urethra and gushed forward, missing the inside of the suitcase entirely; fortunately it struck the raised lid instead and then splashed down onto his clothing. Due to the angle the suitcase was at, the clothes furthest away from her got soaked the most, but all of her pee was ending up in the suitcase, and that was the important part.\n\nSuppressing a groan of relief, she still let out a long exhalation as she felt the pressure within her start to abate. The inside of the car was filled with the steady drumming sound of her urine on the lid, and at first it fell onto his clothes silently, but as they became soaked through the shower of pale golden droplets began splashing more audibly.\n\n\"Did you HAVE to use my luggage, though?\" Andre asked as the car began moving again.\n\n\"It's your fault I'm in this situation,\" Felicia reminded him. \"You can just do laundry when we get back to your place.\" Keeping her left hand holding up the corner of the lid, she began to wiggle her hips to move her stream back and forth to deliberately make as much of a mess of his luggage as she could. The socks and underwear she had passed over before were visibly yellowed as her piss indirectly showered onto them, while his other clothes became much darker as they were soaked through.\n\n\"Is something wrong? You're squirming around an awful lot,\" Andre commented.\n\nFelicia's gaze snapped upwards, but from his angle she couldn't tell if he was looking in the rear-view mirror not. \"Why are you watching me? You pervert, I knew it!\"\n\n\"I-\"\n\n\"You haven't changed at all since high school!\" she accused, raising one leg in the hopes of blocking his sight, which made her stream drift off to one side again, though the inside of the suitcase lid was completely soaked already. \"Stop watching me pee, weirdo! I'm your sister!\"\n\n\"That's not...\" He began, then gave a sigh and complained melodramatically, \"I knew I should have asked Cousin Emilie to pick me up instead.\"\n\n\"Only because she doesn't know what a scoundrel you are,\" Felicia muttered. As much as she was enjoying showering her brother's clothes in urine... well, that was the problem: she was enjoying it. A lot. With the pressure in her bladder no longer uncomfortable, and with such a cathartic indulgence of her kink, her arousal was growing despite her own silent inner assertion that it was not the time. Part of her wished she could record it, and part of her wished she could block the incident out of her memory – and Andre's.\n\n\"I'm not the one peeing on someone else's clothes,\" he pointed out.\n\n\"I'm not the one who deserves it,\" Felicia replied curtly. Her stream began to wane and she pushed a little to make sure she got most of it out. But rather than force out everything into the suitcase, she pushed one foot against the lid to hold it up so she could free up her hand to grab the shirt she had set aside, and pressed it against her slit. Only then did she start clenching to force out the last few squirts directly into the soft fabric, and then rubbed a different dry part against herself to wipe away any leftover moisture. It didn't help that she had grabbed a silk shirt, and the softness of it against her slit only added fuel to the fire of her arousal, arousal that she really did not want to have at the moment, as incredibly hot as it had been to-\n\nForcefully tossing the shirt into the drenched suitcase, Felicia let the lid fall back down. She considered zipping it back up, then thought that it was his problem and not hers, but then realized it would be best not to risk him pulling it out anyway and spilling wet clothes over the inside of her car. So, after slipping her panties back into place, she leaned in and grabbed the dangling zipper and pulled it back around the edge of the suitcase, sealing her mess inside of it.\n\nThe next time he stopped, she climbed back into the front seat and kept her legs pressed closely together; the last thing she needed was for him to pick up on the scent of her arousal. With no idea where they were, she refreshed the GPS again and buckled herself in while it was calculating, then informed him simply, \"Next left.\"\n\nHe flicked the turn signal but jokingly asked, \"I don't suppose you could direct us to the nearest laundromat?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"So cold. You can't be nicer to someone whose clothes you just ruined?\"\n\nShe shot him a glare, folding her arms. \"Just drive,\" she insisted, \"And listen to my directions, this time.\"\n\n\"Or what? You'll pee in my house?\"\n\nHer heart skipped a beat. He didn't know, did he? She hadn't exactly been subtle, no, but the stuff in his attic wouldn't have been touched for months, that was the whole point. He had to be messing with her, that was all, and she glanced over to him, but he had his eyes on the road and was impossible to read.\n\n\"Maybe I will,\" she said cautiously. \"If you mess up so badly that I have to go again by the time we get back.\"\n\n\"When did you get so feisty?\"\n\n\"When did you get so callous?\"\n\nA brief moment of silence hung over them before she simply instructed, \"Go straight. The bridge is just after that.\"\n\nAndre sighed again. \"Are we at least even now?\" he asked her as he continued on.\n\n\"Sure,\" she agreed. \"For now.\"\n",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>&quot;Take a right here,&quot; Felicia instructed, interrupting her brother&#039;s story.<br /><br />&quot;Right, got it,&quot; Andre replied, flicking on the turn signal. The two otters were returning to his house after a family get-together, and were both in Felicia&#039;s car since his was in for repairs. It wouldn&#039;t be too long now; they were in the city Andre lived in and just had to go through the city center to get to the suburbs on the other side where he lived. She was focusing on the GPS while he took a turn driving, after she had driven over half of the way back.<br /><br />The road was busy enough that he had to wait for the light to change even to make a right turn, but eventually it changed over and gave him the opportunity to continue. &quot;Anyway, as I was saying,&quot; he resumed, &quot;Pat went by grandma&#039;s house to take a look at what the noise was, since she couldn&#039;t get up the ladder. He was worried that some feral critters had gotten inside, or maybe some birds or something, but there was actually just a hole next to the window. That big storm a few months ago must have done it. So any time it was windy it would start blowing around in there, knocking stuff around, and making a bunch of noise.&quot;<br /><br />Felicia picked up her coffee cup, but it was nearly empty, and she drained the last of it. &quot;I suppose that&#039;s better than finding something nesting up there,&quot; she mused.<br /><br />&quot;Very. Of course, Pat&#039;s about as good with a hammer as I am with a sewing needle &ndash; or you, for that matter &ndash; so he had to call Louis to come fix it, and Louis told me that Pat just duct-taped up the hole...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Straight through,&quot; Felicia interrupted as Andre came to another intersection, mildly annoyed at his comment about her but simply letting it pass.<br /><br />He nodded, and they continued on, making conversation to pass the time. Being around her brother was always an interesting experience for Felicia, where she could get along with him perfectly fine and enjoy his company one moment, and want to throttle him the next. It had been like that since they were kids, and it was unlikely to change any time soon. He had earned some lasting ire from her at the family gathering they were returning from for recounting a particularly embarrassing story from their childhood, and for that reason she had foregone taking a bathroom break at their last stop. She wanted to be full and ready to go when they got back to his house so she could give him a little payback...<br /><br />A little while later, Felicia looked at the GPS as they approached a fork in the road. &quot;Right,&quot; she instructed.<br /><br />But Andre was too caught up in his story. &quot;...cost about five thousand dollars in the end to have it repaired, I feel bad for him but it was his own fault.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Right,&quot; Felicia repeated, louder this time.<br /><br />Andre heard her this time, but misunderstood. &quot;Exactly. I mean, you can&#039;t just take a risk like that and-&quot;<br /><br />&quot;No, I mean, TURN RIGHT!&quot; Felicia all but shouted.<br /><br />He glanced to his side, but there was a truck blocking his vision. &quot;Where?&quot; he asked. &quot;Up ahead?&quot;<br /><br />Felicia groaned as they went straight past the turn and the road went down and into a tunnel. &quot;We missed it,&quot; she grumbled, and reached out to the GPS&#039;s controls to get a new route calculated. Normally it wouldn&#039;t be a problem in a city, but the tunnel didn&#039;t exactly afford any good opportunities to turn around.<br /><br />&quot;Sorry, you should have said something,&quot; Andre said, but it only annoyed her further.<br /><br />&quot;I did say something! Multiple times!&quot; Felicia snapped. &quot;You weren&#039;t paying attention!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;ll be fine,&quot; he downplayed, &quot;Besides, it&#039;s not like you&#039;ve never taken a wrong turn before. Isn&#039;t that why you failed your first driving test?&quot;<br /><br />Felicia seethed and glared at the GPS; since they were in a tunnel, it wasn&#039;t updating. She didn&#039;t need to be reminded of that embarrassing incident. &quot;At least I never took such a wrong turn I ended up in a ditch,&quot; she growled back at him.<br /><br />&quot;The roads were icy!&quot; Andre protested, slowing down as the traffic in the tunnel became thicker. &quot;They don&#039;t salt them out where I live. I remember when you slipped on the ice at school...&quot;<br /><br />Felicia definitely didn&#039;t need to be reminded of THAT incident. &quot;Do you practice bringing up humiliating memories, or does it just come naturally?&quot; she growled, definitely in the &#039;I want to throttle him&#039; phase of her relationship with her brother.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s an older-brother thing,&quot; he joked. The traffic had come to a crawl, but at least it was moving. Felicia folded her arms and leaned back against the passenger&#039;s seat, crossing her legs. She&#039;d been able to ignore her need to pee when she had had plans for it, but now that they had been thrown into disarray, it was much harder to disregard the pressure in her lower abdomen. How long would it take them to get to his house now? She didn&#039;t know this city at all.<br /><br />The radio had cut out too while they were underground, so they were just left with the ambience of the tunnel and the humming of the car&#039;s engine. Trying to break the silence, Andre spoke up, &quot;I am sorry about this, I didn&#039;t mean to miss the turn. We can just turn once we get out of the tunnel and get back on track.&quot;<br /><br />Felicia poked two fingers at the GPS&#039;s screen and moved them apart to zoom out on the map. &quot;We&#039;re under a river,&quot; she groused, &quot;We&#039;ll have to head to the next bridge.&quot; Even without the GPS calculating a route for her, she could tell it was going to be a very long and irritating detour.<br /><br />&quot;Under the river?&quot; Andre asked, sounding worried. &quot;Where are we headed to?&quot; Before she could answer he leaned over and looked at the GPS himself, since the traffic was moving so slowly. &quot;Oh dear.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;What?&quot; Felicia asked, rapidly growing even more frustrated with him. &quot;What have you gotten us into now?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;This is a bad part of town,&quot; Andre muttered as he straightened back up, pressing a button to lock all the doors. &quot;We&#039;d better head for the bridge. I think we&#039;re nearly at the tunnel exit, where do we go?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I don&#039;t know, it doesn&#039;t work in a tunnel!&quot; Felicia snapped in frustration. The pressure in her loins was not helping her mood in the slightest, and she was starting to squirm. &quot;Don&#039;t you know your way around your own city?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Do you?&quot; Andre retorted.<br /><br />&quot;Yes!&quot; Felicia fired back, &quot;I drive around it for a living! And you literally work for city hall as an urban planner! How do you NOT know the road layout?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;That&#039;s not-&quot; Andre began, but the traffic sped up a bit and he was able to exit the tunnel. &quot;Okay, where do I go?&quot;<br /><br />Felicia poked the GPS&#039;s controls, but it took a moment to update. &quot;Left onto 14th Street.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;We just passed it,&quot; Andre informed her.<br /><br />Felicia gritted her teeth as she worked on getting another route, shifting about in her seat as she did. Her patience was wearing incredibly thin.<br /><br />&quot;Here, I&#039;ll take this next left,&quot; Andre declared, flicking the turn signal.<br /><br />Felicia got a route update just in time to say &quot;Wait, no, go str-&quot; as he took a left turn. Groaning in frustration, she pressed the recalculate button without another word, slumping forward onto the dashboard. Andre had been right about one thing though: this was not a nice part of town. They couldn&#039;t go a full block without seeing a boarded-up window somewhere and there was no shortage of graffiti and suspicious groups hanging around.<br /><br />She finally got Andre back on track, or at least, got him to take the correct turn at the next intersection, but the area they were in now didn&#039;t have a grid layout, making navigating all the more frustrating. Her full bladder was only annoying her further: she wanted so badly to go find something of Andre&#039;s and shower it in urine, but at this rate they&#039;d never make it back before she hit her limit. If it had been his car she wouldn&#039;t have thought twice about making a mess of it, but it was her car, and that was out of the question.<br /><br />Her predicament didn&#039;t go unnoticed for long as she kept shifting and squirming. &quot;Felicia?&quot; Andre asked.<br /><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Do you want me to stop somewhere?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Not in this part of town!&quot; she immediately insisted. &quot;Just keep going!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;All right,&quot; he acquiesced, and she sat back up straight. She was so angry with him that she didn&#039;t care if she was detected; thoughts about pissing on his bed came to her mind, or maybe just in his front hall, or in his drawers or something...<br /><br />Though such thoughts were cathartic, they only kept her attention on her need to pee and made the feeling worse as she shifted and wriggled in her seat. &quot;You&#039;re not going to wet yourself, are you?&quot; Andre asked bluntly.<br /><br />At least there was no childhood incident for him to recall on that topic, but the last thing she needed was to give him such a story as an adult. &quot;No,&quot; she asserted. &quot;Turn left.&quot;<br /><br />Silently, he took the turn, and Felicia turned in her seat to look behind her, some ideas coming to mind. Her own suitcase was in her trunk along with a few things they&#039;d brought back from her parents&#039; place. Andre&#039;s luggage, however, was on the back seat for easier retrieval. He&#039;d always prided himself on packing lightly and had only a single suitcase, and a reasonably small one at that, only about two feet wide and three or so tall.<br /><br />Felicia checked the GPS again. &quot;Just go straight for the next four intersections,&quot; she told him. If not for this detour they&#039;d only be a few minutes from his house and she could simply hold it, but with all the extra time this was adding &ndash; assuming traffic stayed clear, too &ndash; it was unlikely she could hold it that long.<br /><br />So she wouldn&#039;t.<br /><br />&quot;All right,&quot; Andre confirmed, but had to stop at the next intersection as the light was red. Unbuckling her seatbelt, Felicia began climbing between the seats and into the back while the car was stopped. &quot;Felicia?&quot; Andre asked, but she didn&#039;t reply, climbing into the seat behind his. He had an empty coffee cup of his own and held it up with one hand, keeping the other on the steering wheel. &quot;Did you want this?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I have something,&quot; Felicia told him flatly, and he put the cup back as the light turned green and he pulled ahead. With him keeping his eyes on the road, it gave Felicia the opportunity to grab his suitcase from the back seat and wedge it into the space between her seat and his. There wasn&#039;t enough space for her to get it flat on the floor, but she was able to shove it down until the corner furthest from her was touching the floor, and the edge closest to her was held up at a modest angle. He didn&#039;t appear to pay attention at first, and it wasn&#039;t until she started unzipping it that he noticed she was up to something.<br /><br />&quot;What are you doing?&quot; he asked her, more pointedly.<br /><br />&quot;Taking care of a problem YOU caused,&quot; she fired back, tugging the zipper around the entire suitcase to open it fully. With the suitcase wedged between seats it took a bit of effort to get the zipper around the corners and along the closest edge, but her frustration motivated her to go quickly.<br /><br />&quot;You should have gone when we-&quot;<br /><br />Felicia didn&#039;t let him finish. &quot;You should have listened to my directions!&quot; She flipped up the lid of his suitcase so that it rested on the back of the driver&#039;s seat, holding it in place at the edge with her left hand. &quot;So don&#039;t make this any worse than it already is.&quot; His clothes were packed and folded neatly, unsurprisingly, and Felicia started to spread her legs and lift them up before realizing she&#039;d need something to dry herself with afterwards. Normally she always had some tissues for just such an occasion, but she&#039;d left her purse up front, and she wasn&#039;t going to climb back to the passenger&#039;s seat for it. She certainly wasn&#039;t going to use his socks or underwear, so she simply grabbed the topmost shirt and set it down next to her.<br /><br />Andre stopped at another red light and turned to look behind him. &quot;Felicia-&quot; he began, but she shot him such an intense death glare that he didn&#039;t get any further.<br /><br />&quot;Don&#039;t look, you pervert!&quot; she snapped at him.<br /><br />Relenting, he turned forward again, but apparently couldn&#039;t pass up the chance for a comment. &quot;This&#039;ll make for an interesting story.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Breathe a word of this to anyone and I&#039;ll tell them all that you watched,&quot; she threatened as she pulled her skirt up and out of the way, then tugged her panties aside. &quot;And after what you did in high school, you know they&#039;d believe me.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;That-... I-...&quot; Andre fumbled, and then went quiet, giving Felicia the peace she needed to stop fighting her bladder. She had to go badly enough that almost immediately a strong stream of piss shot from her urethra and gushed forward, missing the inside of the suitcase entirely; fortunately it struck the raised lid instead and then splashed down onto his clothing. Due to the angle the suitcase was at, the clothes furthest away from her got soaked the most, but all of her pee was ending up in the suitcase, and that was the important part.<br /><br />Suppressing a groan of relief, she still let out a long exhalation as she felt the pressure within her start to abate. The inside of the car was filled with the steady drumming sound of her urine on the lid, and at first it fell onto his clothes silently, but as they became soaked through the shower of pale golden droplets began splashing more audibly.<br /><br />&quot;Did you HAVE to use my luggage, though?&quot; Andre asked as the car began moving again.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s your fault I&#039;m in this situation,&quot; Felicia reminded him. &quot;You can just do laundry when we get back to your place.&quot; Keeping her left hand holding up the corner of the lid, she began to wiggle her hips to move her stream back and forth to deliberately make as much of a mess of his luggage as she could. The socks and underwear she had passed over before were visibly yellowed as her piss indirectly showered onto them, while his other clothes became much darker as they were soaked through.<br /><br />&quot;Is something wrong? You&#039;re squirming around an awful lot,&quot; Andre commented.<br /><br />Felicia&#039;s gaze snapped upwards, but from his angle she couldn&#039;t tell if he was looking in the rear-view mirror not. &quot;Why are you watching me? You pervert, I knew it!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I-&quot;<br /><br />&quot;You haven&#039;t changed at all since high school!&quot; she accused, raising one leg in the hopes of blocking his sight, which made her stream drift off to one side again, though the inside of the suitcase lid was completely soaked already. &quot;Stop watching me pee, weirdo! I&#039;m your sister!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;That&#039;s not...&quot; He began, then gave a sigh and complained melodramatically, &quot;I knew I should have asked Cousin Emilie to pick me up instead.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Only because she doesn&#039;t know what a scoundrel you are,&quot; Felicia muttered. As much as she was enjoying showering her brother&#039;s clothes in urine... well, that was the problem: she was enjoying it. A lot. With the pressure in her bladder no longer uncomfortable, and with such a cathartic indulgence of her kink, her arousal was growing despite her own silent inner assertion that it was not the time. Part of her wished she could record it, and part of her wished she could block the incident out of her memory &ndash; and Andre&#039;s.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m not the one peeing on someone else&#039;s clothes,&quot; he pointed out.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m not the one who deserves it,&quot; Felicia replied curtly. Her stream began to wane and she pushed a little to make sure she got most of it out. But rather than force out everything into the suitcase, she pushed one foot against the lid to hold it up so she could free up her hand to grab the shirt she had set aside, and pressed it against her slit. Only then did she start clenching to force out the last few squirts directly into the soft fabric, and then rubbed a different dry part against herself to wipe away any leftover moisture. It didn&#039;t help that she had grabbed a silk shirt, and the softness of it against her slit only added fuel to the fire of her arousal, arousal that she really did not want to have at the moment, as incredibly hot as it had been to-<br /><br />Forcefully tossing the shirt into the drenched suitcase, Felicia let the lid fall back down. She considered zipping it back up, then thought that it was his problem and not hers, but then realized it would be best not to risk him pulling it out anyway and spilling wet clothes over the inside of her car. So, after slipping her panties back into place, she leaned in and grabbed the dangling zipper and pulled it back around the edge of the suitcase, sealing her mess inside of it.<br /><br />The next time he stopped, she climbed back into the front seat and kept her legs pressed closely together; the last thing she needed was for him to pick up on the scent of her arousal. With no idea where they were, she refreshed the GPS again and buckled herself in while it was calculating, then informed him simply, &quot;Next left.&quot;<br /><br />He flicked the turn signal but jokingly asked, &quot;I don&#039;t suppose you could direct us to the nearest laundromat?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;No.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;So cold. You can&#039;t be nicer to someone whose clothes you just ruined?&quot;<br /><br />She shot him a glare, folding her arms. &quot;Just drive,&quot; she insisted, &quot;And listen to my directions, this time.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Or what? You&#039;ll pee in my house?&quot;<br /><br />Her heart skipped a beat. He didn&#039;t know, did he? She hadn&#039;t exactly been subtle, no, but the stuff in his attic wouldn&#039;t have been touched for months, that was the whole point. He had to be messing with her, that was all, and she glanced over to him, but he had his eyes on the road and was impossible to read.<br /><br />&quot;Maybe I will,&quot; she said cautiously. &quot;If you mess up so badly that I have to go again by the time we get back.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;When did you get so feisty?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;When did you get so callous?&quot;<br /><br />A brief moment of silence hung over them before she simply instructed, &quot;Go straight. The bridge is just after that.&quot;<br /><br />Andre sighed again. &quot;Are we at least even now?&quot; he asked her as he continued on.<br /><br />&quot;Sure,&quot; she agreed. &quot;For now.&quot;<br /></span>",
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