stupid plumber

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Miley- age 10
Frankie- age 12
Oliver- age 18


I'm sitting on the floor of my new bedroom, literally about to piss myself. How did I get here? It's the plumber's fault, I swear.


When we got to the house, my siblings ran excitedly to claim their new rooms while my parents started getting the furniture out of the U-Haul truck they rented.


Me, I went straight to the bathroom. I didn't have to go badly, I just wanted to use the toilet before helping my parents unload the truck, just in case. But as I was getting ready to go, I noticed something odd. The water in the toilet was brownish.


I told Dad, who called a plumber. Apparently it's just because the house is so old or something like that. Whatever. I couldn't care less. The plumber came to work on cleaning the pipes and I went to help my dad get my bed set up.


The plumber left, saying everything was fine. I was about to go to the restroom, but my sister beat me there.


"Daddy? The potty won't flush..." Miley's voice said. Dad again called the plumber, who said he may have made a mistake... one of his brushes had gone missing. Fucking great. I had to go pretty badly by now, too.


The plumber got there within twenty minutes.


"Uh, how long's it gonna take to fix it?" I chuckled nervously.


"Hard tellin'," was all the plumber said. Oh. "Why?"


"Oh, um. Just wondering." That seemed to be a good enough response. I didn't want my parents knowing anything was wrong, so I went to my room. And that brings us back to the present. I am currently sitting cross-legged on the floor, trying to distract myself from my growing need with my phone. Obviously, since I'm writing this, I'm not doing too well.


My bladder hurts. I feel like someone is stabbing me in the abdomen with a fork. I'm so full, I don't know if I can make it. I might have to stand up here in a minute to try and hold it more easily.


Shit... I leaked a little...


I'm standing now. I crossed my legs as tightly as possible. I'm wiggling my hips and bouncing up and down, doing anything to hold it all in. There's so much liquid inside me, just throbbing and begging to get out... I winced. I don't know if I've ever had to pee this bad.


I bite my lip. I'm bending my knees with my hands on my hips. I really don't know how much longer I can hold on. Probably not very long though. I'm squirming like crazy right now. I'm sitting again, the standing position didn't work for very long.


"Hey, Oliver!" Great, it was my brother, calling my name.


"Yeah, Frankie?" I yelled back.


He ran up the stairs and into my room. "Have you seen my- Woah, are you okay?"


"I'm fine, heh... Um I, I haven't seen any of your stuff."


"Well if you see my Nintendo 3DS, can you give it to me?"


"Y-yeah," I answered. Then he left. Thank God. I shoved my hand into my crotch. It's still there, and I don't think I'll be moving it any time soon.


God, I have to go so bad. Holy shit, I think I'm actually shaking right now.


I feel more dribbles escape from my overfilled bladder. I almost wanted to just give up, but then I realized I'd have to explain this to my parents.


I guess I could try going outside. Problem is, I can't go anywhere other than a toilet. I don't know how long plumbing usually takes, but to me it feels like an eternity.


As I feel another stream of pee enter my underwear, I jump to my feet, groping my leaking member with both hands. I am seriously like, minutes away from completely pissing myself. I was seriously considering going in the shower until I realized the plumber is still in the bathroom.


Fuck it, I'm gonna go outside.


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I walked slowly down the stairs, trying to act normal. My parents didn't notice me, thankfully. As soon as I was out of the house, I held myself again. I waddled to the backyard, hoping to find somewhere private to pee. No such luck. We're visible on all sides by our neighbors, and there are no trees in the small yard.


But I didn't care. I walked up close to the house and attempted to undo my zipper. It was stuck. "Nooo, shitshitshit!" I couldn't wait any longer. Urine poured out of me into my underwear. As a last resort, I tried to pull down my pants. After a few moments of struggling I succeeded. I unleashed a waterfall of piss onto the side of our house, sighing in relief and wincing in pain.


Finally, I was done. I pulled my pants back up to inspect the damage. I clearly wet myself a lot... How am I going to explain this to Dad?


Just as I thought this, he came out to look for me. "Oh, there you are, son... What the Hell?"


My face turned beet red. "I... I kinda, um..."


"Just... go get cleaned up."


"Y-yes sir."


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