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Part 2! Let me know how your feel about this kind of POV, it was fun to try out again but felt kinda grating as it went on", "writing": "You make it to the movies without further incident. Your brother continues rambling on about his favorite superhero daddy while on line for the tickets, and only pauses to ask for every single snack sold at the concession stand. You do the frugal adult thing and get a large popcorn and soda to share. “[i]Boooooo[/i],” You know what? He’s right, you hate sharing with him 24/7. You keep the popcorn for yourself and get him nachos with his own soda. Content with your own snacks, you both continue on to your seats.\n\nThe movie was…alright. You’re a little ashamed that you recognized all the characters from your childhood and even felt a little excited at the start. But then the cheesy dialogue and child friendly violence started to knock on that nostalgia. You were also disappointed to see that Lieutenant Chow-Chow had zero nude scenes, not even a damn panty shot. Come on, those animators didn’t think of throwing something in for the big kids?\n\nSuffice to say, you’ve outgrown the series. Your little brother on the other hand enjoyed every second. Laughing out loud, gasping at predictable twists, and pumping his fists during fight scenes. You swore that tail was gonna fly off his butt. It puts a smile on your face to see it, you hope he keeps that feeling of wonder as long as he can.\n\n“That was the best movie ever!” He exclaims as you both make your way out of the auditorium. You beg to differ, but you let him have his moment. “What was your favorite part?” Uh…probably the part where Chow-Chow bends over, and- “[i]Eugh, eugh,[/i] gross, [i]grooooss![/i] My favorite part, ‘cause I’m not a weirdo, is when Wonder Wulf defeated the evil Fiendish Feline with his [i]woof![/i] But, it was also really cool when…”\n\n \tYour brother goes on like that for 5 minutes, practically retelling the whole movie. And he would’ve kept going if you didn’t interrupt to ask if he has to use the bathroom before you both leave. “No.” He says, his arms still raised from his passionate retelling. You ask if he’s sure. “Yeah.” You ask if he’s sure, he’s sure. “Yeah.” You ask if he’s [i]really[/i] sure, he’s sure. “Yes!” You ask if he’s sur- “[i]Yes![/i]” You attempt to ask if he was sure that he’s [i]really[/i] sure, he’s sure, but he reaches up to grab your muzzle before you can. “I’m sure, I’m sure, I’m [i]really[/i] sure!” Ok, Ok, you just don’t want him peeing his pants again. “I didn’t pee my pants!” Yes he did, you remark with a smirk. Peed his pants right there in in the alley, little pee-pee boy. “I’m not a little pee-pee boy!” Pee-pee boy, pee-pee boy, pee-pee b- “Shut up!” He hopped up for your muzzle once more and you two tussled in the theater until you bumped into a rather snappy old boar. Fine, you should’ve been the adult and not roughhoused in public, but he doesn’t have to a dick about it.\n\nWell, that was fun. You step back outside, reembraced by sunlight and fresh air…meh, it’s overrated. You were ready to go back home and relax, maybe have some thoughts about that time in the alley with your room door closed, but your brother whined that you should ‘do more fun stuff’ on this special day out. Fine, whatever. You agree but not at all because his puppy eyes won you over. You walk around the city, visit some stores, make fun of some mannequins, breakdown once and buy him a superhero daddy doll, er, [i]action figure[/i], breakdown a second time and get him the milkshake mom complained had too much sugar. Each time he jumped for joy and threw his arms around you. You continued your stroll, your arm resting on his shoulder, his new toy in one paw, and sipping on his shake in the other with gentle tail sways. You’re starting to think that maybe this is a better way to spend your weekend. \n\n Eventually you grow tired, and all good things must come to an end. You make your way back to the subway station. You wait on the platform, crowded as expected, your little brother dances and bounces with his new dol-, [i]action figure[/i]. You don’t know where he finds the energy. A train arrives, also crowded, also expected, and you and your brother push and squeeze for a shared window seat again. You stiffen as his backside meets your lap.\n\n“Hey big bro?” He turns, looking up at you with those big eyes. “Thanks for taking me to the movies today, it was really fun!” He leans sideways in the narrow space of your lap for a hug. Somewhere deep inside your grumpy big brother heart you find the words to admit you agree and embrace him. Your face grows warm, he fits so perfectly in your arms. “I wish everyday could be like this.” You raise your eyebrows. Really? He rather spend every day hanging out with his big brother than his friends or playing video games? Well, that’s…that’s really nice…dare you say precious.\n\n“Um, big bro?” Hmm? His smile suddenly looks too innocent. “I have to pee.” You, [i]literally[/i], just got on the train! “I didn’t have to go until now!” He giggles at your exasperation. You don’t find it funny. “It’s Ok, I don’t have to go bad. Can I use your phone again?” He asks, unphased by your glaring. You give him your phone, and threaten that if he pisses himself on you, you [i]will[/i] break his arms. “What if mom and dad get mad?” So be it. You’ll be grounded for life, and he’ll have slinkies for arms until they come out with cyborg body parts. “Having slinkies for arms sound kinda fun!” He blows a raspberry while flopping a limp paw in your face. You catch his wrist and repeat a more serious threat. “Jeez Ok, I won’t pee my pants!” You release him and he turns to your phone. Alright, you lean back in your hard, likely dirty, public-transit seat and try in vain to ignore that bit of worry in your head. “Hey big bro,” He turns back with a cheeky smile. “Are you still gonna break arms?” You pluck his ear, unamused. “Ow!”\n\n \tThe ride back home seems to be going by much slower. On the long bumpy stretches between stations, the ambient noise of muffled track joints and hushed voices just forces you deeper into your anxious head. You stare out the window, but the bland subterranean scenery provides little distraction from the time bomb writhing in your lap. Your brother started squirming very soon after he let you know of his need, that shake must be finally making its way to his bladder. Damnit, you got him a [i]large[/i].\n\nYou tighten your lips and try your hardest to focus on the passing tunnel lights. The rocking of the train further grinds his perky rump on your hardening length. You gasp as he clenches, enveloping you in warm plush boy flesh for just a moment, before the urgency shifts him to a new position and you can feel the subtle lining of his briefs tease your glans. You huff out an exhale, your face flushed and your heart racing. [i]Please[/i], let this ride end soon.\n\n“Big bro…” Your brother’s voice sounded meek. “I really have to go.” Oh, he doesn’t say. “How much longer until we get home?” You don’t like that worried look in his eye. You tell him five stops, you’ve been counting them down and been trying your hardest to will that distance shorter. You feel a knot in the pit of your stomach as you ask if he can make it. “Uh-huh.” He nods but sounds unsure. Great. You swallow your frustration and assure him he’ll be home soon. “Ok…” He turns back your phone and squeezes his thighs together as the train entered the next station and started to brake. You stiffen as well, feeling his glutes tighten then go back to that soft smothering butt meat when the train finally comes to a stop. [i]Yeesh[/i]. Four more stops to go.\n\nIt only takes a minute for furs to diffuse in and out of the train, but it feels like forever to you, and probably an eternity for your brother. “[i]Mmf[/i]…” You hear his little grunts of effort concurrent with his thighs seizing up as the train accelerates. You look down at him, he twitches trying his best to keep his attention on some phone game. You have your arms gently wrapped around his waist and you can feel his insides tremble. A bloated ball of liquids pulsates somewhere beneath your touch, and you can feel your brother’s breaths tense every time the train takes a rather rough sway. It doesn’t give you a good feeling.\n\n“[i]Mmmfh![/i]” A much louder grunt is audible above the sounds of the train. He whips a paw from your phone to his crotch, and you can feel his muscles clench on your sensitive parts. Ooh, he’s squeezing so hard you clench yourself to stop from groaning out. You tap his arm begging for him to release you, there’s a pressure building in your crotch…\n\n“[i]Oh[/i]…” He lets out a pained moan and slowly relaxes. You sigh with a shuddering breath. Just before you reached your peak…[i]god[/i]. Your take a few deep breaths through your nose while the tingles in your crotch subside. You can feel a warm sticky spot inside your tented underwear…you begin to doubt that you’ll ever see heaven. “[i]Mmmng[/i]…big bro…” He whines and turns to you with a hopeless look on his face. “M-my undies…” He mutters out, barely audible among the background noise. You begrudgingly ask him to repeat. “I-I peed a little in my undies…” Your eyes widen. Wet underwear, what a [i]terrible[/i] coincidence for you to share. “Sorry.” He mumbles, his eyes trembling. Goddammit. You’re lightheaded and near delirious trying to balance your emotions and hormones. You can’t even get mad, you only rub his shoulder and encourage him to hold on. It’s the only thing you can do at this point. You suggest that he try a new game to help the time pass. “[i]Mmmmfh[/i]…” He whines in a pout. You can see tears welding in his eyes before he turns back to your phone. \n\nYou pat his back, poor dumb baby. As much as you’re likely to suffer in the worst-case scenario, you can’t help but feel guilty for all the pain he’s in. This is what you get for trying to be the nice, cool brother and buying him stuff he shouldn’t have. Back to grumpy, mean brother with mild bullying from now on…actually, you’ll bump up that bullying.\n\nLight comes flooding through your window as you arrive at the next station. As the train begins to brake, you firmly grasp your brother around his hips and gently scooch him forward, just enough to avoid him choking out your dick. “[i]Ah[/i]…” You can feel him straining through your paws. He recrossed his legs and curled inward to press on his crotch. You tense as you brace for the worst, but thankfully your brother—and subsequently you—stays dry as the train comes to a stop.\n\nYou whisper that he has only has three more stops to go. “[i]Mmmhf[/i]…” He whines, squirming in your lap. [i]He can do it, he can do it[/i], you remind him, and try to convince yourself. He huffs, taking loud shuddering breaths and twisting his hips. You somehow feel more awkward when it causes a couple eyes to turn your way. You turn to the window to avoid their gaze. Shame on them for judging a kid anyway, that’s purely your job.\n\nYour brother can’t sit still as the train pulls away. He already couldn’t sit still, but now every movement was a dramatic shuffle against your lap, ruffling your pants and not feeling too pleasant on your bits underneath either. You try to shuffle with him, constantly readjusting to keep comfortable but he’s always in a new wriggling position against your member. He urgently hands you your phone back without a word and stuffed both paws stuffed in his crotch. He was too desperate to even turn and face you. Oh no. Him refusing a game? You swallow and lean in to ask how he’s feeling.\n\nInstead of an answer, his entire body seizes up. He clenches as hard as he can, choking the life out of your hard length. Your eyes squint at the sensation, and you gently nudge him forward to ease some the pressure off your crotch. You can feel him shaking against the brutal pangs in his bladder. You grit your teeth, you know this it. You know this is his absolute limit. “[i]Ahhh[/i], b-big b-bro…” And then…you feel him soften. He’s still shaking, he’s still nearly curled in half, but his muscles have given up and his head hung low. Your stomach drops.\n\nYour brother starts to cry, you can just barely hear his huffing sobs over the general ambience. No, no, [i]please[/i]. You pat his shoulder with a nervous paw, asking what happened, but your big brother instincts already know.\n\nOh [i]fuck[/i]. You stifle a wheeze. At first you feel those little tinkles of warmth slick around your upper thighs. But as his shorts became fully saturated, you feel a burst of hot, steaming kit-pee flood your crotch. His urine soaks around your thighs, rushing down your intimate parts, pooling into your seat and soaking your backside. The shaking of the train thoroughly mixes in your brother’s juices with every inch of your privates and rump fur, sloshing a mini-pool within the small spaces of your boxers. You stiffen, it feels too weird, like a boiling pond just [i]oozed[/i] through your lap. His stream continues for at least a minute, with droplets silently trickling down both of your limbs and off the seat. You tremble, his piss tickles as it rolls through your leg fur.\n\nAs the train slows to a stop, you can hear the muffled hiss of his stream finally beginning to wind down in his underwear. You can feel the continuous little motions of liquids around your thighs stop flowing and instead just [i]sit[/i], a constant speckling of moist heat throughout your lower body. You flush, there’s too many things to process. Your brother just pissed [i]your[/i] pants in the worst place possible…and it didn’t even kill your boner. You’re too scared to even move an inch, everything feels so hot, so uncomfortable as in your humid underwear. Your brother seems to feel the same, he’s frozen in your lap, trying in vain to choke back each sob. He strains not to move too much on every heave, it probably feels even more swampy in his little briefs.\n\nYour ear twitches. You hear the announcement for the next stop and remember that you’re supposed to be the adult…ish. Close enough for your brother anyway. Two more stops to go before you have to waddle your wet bro through a crowd off the train…oh boy. Ok, Ok. You take a breath and compose yourself. You look around…[i]oh[/i]. Panic springs back through you as notice how many furs are staring at the weeping cub in your lap. The ones closest to you notice the growing pool under your seat and take steps back with squeamish expressions. You exhale another breath and try to shake off their judgement.\n\nYou rub your brother’s shoulders. He looks back up at you, teary red eyes and heaving sobs. You pet his head and tell him it’s Ok. You’re both gonna get off soon and he'll get a nice bath when he gets home, you promise not to mention a word about this to mom and dad tomorrow. “O-Ok…” He sniffles. “S-sorry.” Now, all that’s left is an awkward two stop ride as you…marinate in your little brother’s piss…oh god. W-why are you still hard? \n\nThe train’s shakes and jiggles continues to splash urine off the seat and further down your legs. Any furs who wasn’t aware your combined accident certainly was upon hearing it. The motion also works to massage your now calmer, very wet, and warm brother—and his pee—deeper in your lap. The soaked fabric of your clothes locks you closer to him, and you can even feel the subtle shapes of his taint and balls through your layers. And when you peek over his shoulder, you can see his bulge is very pronounced through his wet clinging clothes. [i]Ugh[/i], you hate yourself right now. It’s so gross, but it feels too good. You gasp and shudder for those two stops, fighting against the pressures at play in your twitching member. You will have a very confusing and shameful time in your room come tonight.\n\nAnd, your station arrives. You gulp, as if just riding wasn’t like this fun enough. You lean to your brother’s ear and prepare him to get ready. He looks back at you with a teary pout and sniffles. You rub his shoulder, the short trek will be just as painful for you too.\n\nYou both stand up, and lukewarm droplets that went unabsorbed by your clothing suddenly drizzled down your legs. The feeling made you seize, and sound of water pouring made several pairs of eyes turn to you. You quickly tug your hoodie down, it hides your boner but not the massive wet spot radiating from your crotch. You stared back at many looks of surprise, disgust, pity, and anxious combinations of all. On the bright side, passengers were more than happy to clear a path and avoid any of your slowly expanding puddle, yay. You kept your eyes on the floor and guided your sniffling brother off of the train, shameful squelching on each step. Well that was…bittersweet. It was more bitter making your way off the platform, crowds of furs heading to the stairs gasped and flinched as they crossed your path, some of them even letting surprised explicatives fly out of their mouth. Your little brother didn’t laugh at those though.\n\nStill, they gave you ample space on the way up the stairway, and some behind you avoided the dripping trail on your side entirely. Looks like you learned the trick to personal space on the subway.\n\nMoments later you and your brother were back outside, and the Spring breeze now felt cold against your soaked bottom halves. You sigh, even outside the station you can’t escape the offput gaze of walkers-by. You both will likely continue being a spectacle for the entire way back home. You begrudgingly turn towards your house, bracing for the journey. Your brother whimpers, hiding behind you and trying in vain to pull his t-shirt over his soaked shorts. You rub his shoulder and tell him it’s Ok. He sniffles, your admittedly half-assed words don’t bring him much comfort. But, you have an idea of what might. \n\nYou pause your walk to take off your hoodie. “H-huh?” Your brother stutters when you kneel and tie it around his waist, his accident disappearing behind a cotton curtain. His sadden expression suddenly shifts to one of surprise. “B-but…” He trails off meekly. You stand back up prod him to keep walking. “But it looks like you…p-peed your pants.” You know, but it’s Ok. Well, actually you’re very much not Ok about this, but the faster he starts walking the less you have to be seen like this. “Really?” You nod and take his paw in yours. “But then you’ll look like a baby.” [i]Pfffffft[/i], you scoff, both because you believe that might be the least scornful of their thoughts, and to reassure your occasionally leaky brother that he’s not a baby. He is still a [i]dumb[/i] baby, but for multiple other reasons. You tell him you don’t care what they think, for you’ll soon be home lounging in a new pair of underwear, with no parents to stop you from eating all the ice cream you want. “C-can I have some too?” Of course, but you call dibs on chocolate.\n\nHe wipes away his tears. “Thanks big bro…” He says, smiling for the first time since the subway. He releases your paw and scurries behind you to hug your tail. You chuckle, what is he doing? “I can’t hug you for real cause then I’ll get pee on my shirt!” You snort and remind him that’s his own pee. He frowns. Oh, too soon? “…Sorry.” He mumbles, facing the ground. You lay a paw on his shoulder as you continue walking. It’s fine, accidents happen…usually not all over your dick, but it happens to the best of people.\n\nYour brother looks up at you with grateful fawning eyes, a small smile slowly coming back. “You’re so brave big bro.” He watches as the inquisitive downward squint of other furs fail to break your pokerface. Well, just call you his hero then. He gasps, his eyes lighting up. “Just like Wonder Wuff!” You smirk, you guess you kind of are. You attempt Wonder Wuff’s trademark howl just quiet enough not to bring more attention to yourself. “No, no, you gotta do it like this! [i]Awooooooooo![/i]” He howls with every inch of his little lungs, you grit your teeth at all the heads that turned your way. “Do it, do it!” He hops before you. Dammit, you suck at being the mean brother. You tilt your snout to the sky and gave another stronger howl, surely drawing the attention of every fur in the city. Immediately afterwards, you face the ground with red cheeks…though you gotta admit, that was kinda fun. \n\nYour brother cheers and latches on to your tail again. “You’re the best big brother ever.” Awww, your pants are growing cold but that just warms your heart. Maybe you’ll let today slide and save your mean big brother turn for another Saturday. Though you’re still gonna keep up the bullying.\n\nYou wriggle your tail out of his arms and flick his face. “Hey!” You do it again, holding back a chuckle. “What was that for?!” You only answer him with another swat. “Stop it!” He yells, on the verge of giggles. Of course, you give him one more for good measure. “[i]Stooooooop![/i]” He throws weak mini-punches at your side, they almost tickle, that dumb little baby. You thrust a urine-soaked leg towards him and he dashes away. “[i]Ewww[/i], pee!” You laugh as you chase after him with open arms. What’s he so afraid of? It’s his own pee, that dumb, cute little baby.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "You make it to the movies without further incident. Your brother continues rambling on about his favorite superhero daddy while on line for the tickets, and only pauses to ask for every single snack sold at the concession stand. You do the frugal adult thing and get a large popcorn and soda to share. “Boooooo,” You know what? He’s right, you hate sharing with him 24/7. You keep the popcorn for yourself and get him nachos with his own soda. Content with your own snacks, you both continue on to your seats.

The movie was…alright. You’re a little ashamed that you recognized all the characters from your childhood and even felt a little excited at the start. But then the cheesy dialogue and child friendly violence started to knock on that nostalgia. You were also disappointed to see that Lieutenant Chow-Chow had zero nude scenes, not even a damn panty shot. Come on, those animators didn’t think of throwing something in for the big kids?

Suffice to say, you’ve outgrown the series. Your little brother on the other hand enjoyed every second. Laughing out loud, gasping at predictable twists, and pumping his fists during fight scenes. You swore that tail was gonna fly off his butt. It puts a smile on your face to see it, you hope he keeps that feeling of wonder as long as he can.

“That was the best movie ever!” He exclaims as you both make your way out of the auditorium. You beg to differ, but you let him have his moment. “What was your favorite part?” Uh…probably the part where Chow-Chow bends over, and- “Eugh, eugh, gross, grooooss! My favorite part, ‘cause I’m not a weirdo, is when Wonder Wulf defeated the evil Fiendish Feline with his woof! But, it was also really cool when…”

        \tYour brother goes on like that for 5 minutes, practically retelling the whole movie. And he would’ve kept going if you didn’t interrupt to ask if he has to use the bathroom before you both leave. “No.” He says, his arms still raised from his passionate retelling. You ask if he’s sure. “Yeah.” You ask if he’s sure, he’s sure. “Yeah.” You ask if he’s really sure, he’s sure. “Yes!” You ask if he’s sur- “Yes!” You attempt to ask if he was sure that he’s really sure, he’s sure, but he reaches up to grab your muzzle before you can. “I’m sure, I’m sure, I’m really sure!” Ok, Ok, you just don’t want him peeing his pants again. “I didn’t pee my pants!” Yes he did, you remark with a smirk. Peed his pants right there in in the alley, little pee-pee boy. “I’m not a little pee-pee boy!” Pee-pee boy, pee-pee boy, pee-pee b- “Shut up!” He hopped up for your muzzle once more and you two tussled in the theater until you bumped into a rather snappy old boar. Fine, you should’ve been the adult and not roughhoused in public, but he doesn’t have to a dick about it.

Well, that was fun. You step back outside, reembraced by sunlight and fresh air…meh, it’s overrated. You were ready to go back home and relax, maybe have some thoughts about that time in the alley with your room door closed, but your brother whined that you should ‘do more fun stuff’ on this special day out. Fine, whatever. You agree but not at all because his puppy eyes won you over. You walk around the city, visit some stores, make fun of some mannequins, breakdown once and buy him a superhero daddy doll, er, action figure, breakdown a second time and get him the milkshake mom complained had too much sugar. Each time he jumped for joy and threw his arms around you. You continued your stroll, your arm resting on his shoulder, his new toy in one paw, and sipping on his shake in the other with gentle tail sways. You’re starting to think that maybe this is a better way to spend your weekend.

 Eventually you grow tired, and all good things must come to an end. You make your way back to the subway station. You wait on the platform, crowded as expected, your little brother dances and bounces with his new dol-, action figure. You don’t know where he finds the energy. A train arrives, also crowded, also expected, and you and your brother push and squeeze for a shared window seat again. You stiffen as his backside meets your lap.

“Hey big bro?” He turns, looking up at you with those big eyes. “Thanks for taking me to the movies today, it was really fun!” He leans sideways in the narrow space of your lap for a hug. Somewhere deep inside your grumpy big brother heart you find the words to admit you agree and embrace him. Your face grows warm, he fits so perfectly in your arms. “I wish everyday could be like this.” You raise your eyebrows. Really? He rather spend every day hanging out with his big brother than his friends or playing video games? Well, that’s…that’s really nice…dare you say precious.

“Um, big bro?” Hmm? His smile suddenly looks too innocent. “I have to pee.” You, literally, just got on the train! “I didn’t have to go until now!” He giggles at your exasperation. You don’t find it funny. “It’s Ok, I don’t have to go bad. Can I use your phone again?” He asks, unphased by your glaring. You give him your phone, and threaten that if he pisses himself on you, you will break his arms. “What if mom and dad get mad?” So be it. You’ll be grounded for life, and he’ll have slinkies for arms until they come out with cyborg body parts. “Having slinkies for arms sound kinda fun!” He blows a raspberry while flopping a limp paw in your face. You catch his wrist and repeat a more serious threat. “Jeez Ok, I won’t pee my pants!” You release him and he turns to your phone. Alright, you lean back in your hard, likely dirty, public-transit seat and try in vain to ignore that bit of worry in your head. “Hey big bro,” He turns back with a cheeky smile. “Are you still gonna break arms?” You pluck his ear, unamused. “Ow!”

        \tThe ride back home seems to be going by much slower. On the long bumpy stretches between stations, the ambient noise of muffled track joints and hushed voices just forces you deeper into your anxious head. You stare out the window, but the bland subterranean scenery provides little distraction from the time bomb writhing in your lap. Your brother started squirming very soon after he let you know of his need, that shake must be finally making its way to his bladder. Damnit, you got him a large.

You tighten your lips and try your hardest to focus on the passing tunnel lights. The rocking of the train further grinds his perky rump on your hardening length. You gasp as he clenches, enveloping you in warm plush boy flesh for just a moment, before the urgency shifts him to a new position and you can feel the subtle lining of his briefs tease your glans. You huff out an exhale, your face flushed and your heart racing. Please, let this ride end soon.

“Big bro…” Your brother’s voice sounded meek. “I really have to go.” Oh, he doesn’t say. “How much longer until we get home?” You don’t like that worried look in his eye. You tell him five stops, you’ve been counting them down and been trying your hardest to will that distance shorter. You feel a knot in the pit of your stomach as you ask if he can make it. “Uh-huh.” He nods but sounds unsure. Great. You swallow your frustration and assure him he’ll be home soon. “Ok…” He turns back your phone and squeezes his thighs together as the train entered the next station and started to brake. You stiffen as well, feeling his glutes tighten then go back to that soft smothering butt meat when the train finally comes to a stop. Yeesh. Four more stops to go.

It only takes a minute for furs to diffuse in and out of the train, but it feels like forever to you, and probably an eternity for your brother. “Mmf…” You hear his little grunts of effort concurrent with his thighs seizing up as the train accelerates. You look down at him, he twitches trying his best to keep his attention on some phone game. You have your arms gently wrapped around his waist and you can feel his insides tremble. A bloated ball of liquids pulsates somewhere beneath your touch, and you can feel your brother’s breaths tense every time the train takes a rather rough sway. It doesn’t give you a good feeling.

“Mmmfh!” A much louder grunt is audible above the sounds of the train. He whips a paw from your phone to his crotch, and you can feel his muscles clench on your sensitive parts. Ooh, he’s squeezing so hard you clench yourself to stop from groaning out. You tap his arm begging for him to release you, there’s a pressure building in your crotch…

“Oh…” He lets out a pained moan and slowly relaxes. You sigh with a shuddering breath. Just before you reached your peak…god. Your take a few deep breaths through your nose while the tingles in your crotch subside. You can feel a warm sticky spot inside your tented underwear…you begin to doubt that you’ll ever see heaven. “Mmmng…big bro…” He whines and turns to you with a hopeless look on his face. “M-my undies…” He mutters out, barely audible among the background noise. You begrudgingly ask him to repeat. “I-I peed a little in my undies…” Your eyes widen. Wet underwear, what a terrible coincidence for you to share. “Sorry.” He mumbles, his eyes trembling. Goddammit. You’re lightheaded and near delirious trying to balance your emotions and hormones. You can’t even get mad, you only rub his shoulder and encourage him to hold on. It’s the only thing you can do at this point. You suggest that he try a new game to help the time pass. “Mmmmfh…” He whines in a pout. You can see tears welding in his eyes before he turns back to your phone.

You pat his back, poor dumb baby. As much as you’re likely to suffer in the worst-case scenario, you can’t help but feel guilty for all the pain he’s in. This is what you get for trying to be the nice, cool brother and buying him stuff he shouldn’t have. Back to grumpy, mean brother with mild bullying from now on…actually, you’ll bump up that bullying.

Light comes flooding through your window as you arrive at the next station. As the train begins to brake, you firmly grasp your brother around his hips and gently scooch him forward, just enough to avoid him choking out your dick. “Ah…” You can feel him straining through your paws. He recrossed his legs and curled inward to press on his crotch. You tense as you brace for the worst, but thankfully your brother—and subsequently you—stays dry as the train comes to a stop.

You whisper that he has only has three more stops to go. “Mmmhf…” He whines, squirming in your lap. He can do it, he can do it, you remind him, and try to convince yourself. He huffs, taking loud shuddering breaths and twisting his hips. You somehow feel more awkward when it causes a couple eyes to turn your way. You turn to the window to avoid their gaze. Shame on them for judging a kid anyway, that’s purely your job.

Your brother can’t sit still as the train pulls away. He already couldn’t sit still, but now every movement was a dramatic shuffle against your lap, ruffling your pants and not feeling too pleasant on your bits underneath either. You try to shuffle with him, constantly readjusting to keep comfortable but he’s always in a new wriggling position against your member. He urgently hands you your phone back without a word and stuffed both paws stuffed in his crotch. He was too desperate to even turn and face you. Oh no. Him refusing a game? You swallow and lean in to ask how he’s feeling.

Instead of an answer, his entire body seizes up. He clenches as hard as he can, choking the life out of your hard length. Your eyes squint at the sensation, and you gently nudge him forward to ease some the pressure off your crotch. You can feel him shaking against the brutal pangs in his bladder. You grit your teeth, you know this it. You know this is his absolute limit. “Ahhh, b-big b-bro…” And then…you feel him soften. He’s still shaking, he’s still nearly curled in half, but his muscles have given up and his head hung low. Your stomach drops.

Your brother starts to cry, you can just barely hear his huffing sobs over the general ambience. No, no, please. You pat his shoulder with a nervous paw, asking what happened, but your big brother instincts already know.

Oh fuck. You stifle a wheeze. At first you feel those little tinkles of warmth slick around your upper thighs. But as his shorts became fully saturated, you feel a burst of hot, steaming kit-pee flood your crotch. His urine soaks around your thighs, rushing down your intimate parts, pooling into your seat and soaking your backside. The shaking of the train thoroughly mixes in your brother’s juices with every inch of your privates and rump fur, sloshing a mini-pool within the small spaces of your boxers. You stiffen, it feels too weird, like a boiling pond just oozed through your lap. His stream continues for at least a minute, with droplets silently trickling down both of your limbs and off the seat. You tremble, his piss tickles as it rolls through your leg fur.

As the train slows to a stop, you can hear the muffled hiss of his stream finally beginning to wind down in his underwear. You can feel the continuous little motions of liquids around your thighs stop flowing and instead just sit, a constant speckling of moist heat throughout your lower body. You flush, there’s too many things to process. Your brother just pissed your pants in the worst place possible…and it didn’t even kill your boner. You’re too scared to even move an inch, everything feels so hot, so uncomfortable as in your humid underwear. Your brother seems to feel the same, he’s frozen in your lap, trying in vain to choke back each sob. He strains not to move too much on every heave, it probably feels even more swampy in his little briefs.

Your ear twitches. You hear the announcement for the next stop and remember that you’re supposed to be the adult…ish. Close enough for your brother anyway. Two more stops to go before you have to waddle your wet bro through a crowd off the train…oh boy. Ok, Ok. You take a breath and compose yourself. You look around…oh. Panic springs back through you as notice how many furs are staring at the weeping cub in your lap. The ones closest to you notice the growing pool under your seat and take steps back with squeamish expressions. You exhale another breath and try to shake off their judgement.

You rub your brother’s shoulders. He looks back up at you, teary red eyes and heaving sobs. You pet his head and tell him it’s Ok. You’re both gonna get off soon and he'll get a nice bath when he gets home, you promise not to mention a word about this to mom and dad tomorrow. “O-Ok…” He sniffles. “S-sorry.” Now, all that’s left is an awkward two stop ride as you…marinate in your little brother’s piss…oh god. W-why are you still hard?

The train’s shakes and jiggles continues to splash urine off the seat and further down your legs. Any furs who wasn’t aware your combined accident certainly was upon hearing it. The motion also works to massage your now calmer, very wet, and warm brother—and his pee—deeper in your lap. The soaked fabric of your clothes locks you closer to him, and you can even feel the subtle shapes of his taint and balls through your layers. And when you peek over his shoulder, you can see his bulge is very pronounced through his wet clinging clothes. Ugh, you hate yourself right now. It’s so gross, but it feels too good. You gasp and shudder for those two stops, fighting against the pressures at play in your twitching member. You will have a very confusing and shameful time in your room come tonight.

And, your station arrives. You gulp, as if just riding wasn’t like this fun enough. You lean to your brother’s ear and prepare him to get ready. He looks back at you with a teary pout and sniffles. You rub his shoulder, the short trek will be just as painful for you too.

You both stand up, and lukewarm droplets that went unabsorbed by your clothing suddenly drizzled down your legs. The feeling made you seize, and sound of water pouring made several pairs of eyes turn to you. You quickly tug your hoodie down, it hides your boner but not the massive wet spot radiating from your crotch. You stared back at many looks of surprise, disgust, pity, and anxious combinations of all. On the bright side, passengers were more than happy to clear a path and avoid any of your slowly expanding puddle, yay. You kept your eyes on the floor and guided your sniffling brother off of the train, shameful squelching on each step. Well that was…bittersweet. It was more bitter making your way off the platform, crowds of furs heading to the stairs gasped and flinched as they crossed your path, some of them even letting surprised explicatives fly out of their mouth. Your little brother didn’t laugh at those though.

Still, they gave you ample space on the way up the stairway, and some behind you avoided the dripping trail on your side entirely. Looks like you learned the trick to personal space on the subway.

Moments later you and your brother were back outside, and the Spring breeze now felt cold against your soaked bottom halves. You sigh, even outside the station you can’t escape the offput gaze of walkers-by. You both will likely continue being a spectacle for the entire way back home. You begrudgingly turn towards your house, bracing for the journey. Your brother whimpers, hiding behind you and trying in vain to pull his t-shirt over his soaked shorts. You rub his shoulder and tell him it’s Ok. He sniffles, your admittedly half-assed words don’t bring him much comfort. But, you have an idea of what might.

You pause your walk to take off your hoodie. “H-huh?” Your brother stutters when you kneel and tie it around his waist, his accident disappearing behind a cotton curtain. His sadden expression suddenly shifts to one of surprise. “B-but…” He trails off meekly. You stand back up prod him to keep walking. “But it looks like you…p-peed your pants.” You know, but it’s Ok. Well, actually you’re very much not Ok about this, but the faster he starts walking the less you have to be seen like this. “Really?” You nod and take his paw in yours. “But then you’ll look like a baby.” Pfffffft, you scoff, both because you believe that might be the least scornful of their thoughts, and to reassure your occasionally leaky brother that he’s not a baby. He is still a dumb baby, but for multiple other reasons. You tell him you don’t care what they think, for you’ll soon be home lounging in a new pair of underwear, with no parents to stop you from eating all the ice cream you want. “C-can I have some too?” Of course, but you call dibs on chocolate.

He wipes away his tears. “Thanks big bro…” He says, smiling for the first time since the subway. He releases your paw and scurries behind you to hug your tail. You chuckle, what is he doing? “I can’t hug you for real cause then I’ll get pee on my shirt!” You snort and remind him that’s his own pee. He frowns. Oh, too soon? “…Sorry.” He mumbles, facing the ground. You lay a paw on his shoulder as you continue walking. It’s fine, accidents happen…usually not all over your dick, but it happens to the best of people.

Your brother looks up at you with grateful fawning eyes, a small smile slowly coming back. “You’re so brave big bro.” He watches as the inquisitive downward squint of other furs fail to break your pokerface. Well, just call you his hero then. He gasps, his eyes lighting up. “Just like Wonder Wuff!” You smirk, you guess you kind of are. You attempt Wonder Wuff’s trademark howl just quiet enough not to bring more attention to yourself. “No, no, you gotta do it like this! Awooooooooo!” He howls with every inch of his little lungs, you grit your teeth at all the heads that turned your way. “Do it, do it!” He hops before you. Dammit, you suck at being the mean brother. You tilt your snout to the sky and gave another stronger howl, surely drawing the attention of every fur in the city. Immediately afterwards, you face the ground with red cheeks…though you gotta admit, that was kinda fun.

Your brother cheers and latches on to your tail again. “You’re the best big brother ever.” Awww, your pants are growing cold but that just warms your heart. Maybe you’ll let today slide and save your mean big brother turn for another Saturday. Though you’re still gonna keep up the bullying.

You wriggle your tail out of his arms and flick his face. “Hey!” You do it again, holding back a chuckle. “What was that for?!” You only answer him with another swat. “Stop it!” He yells, on the verge of giggles. Of course, you give him one more for good measure. “Stooooooop!” He throws weak mini-punches at your side, they almost tickle, that dumb little baby. You thrust a urine-soaked leg towards him and he dashes away. “Ewww, pee!” You laugh as you chase after him with open arms. What’s he so afraid of? It’s his own pee, that dumb, cute little baby.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Taking Your Little Bro Back Home (Part 2)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "5", "views": "940" }