Day after Day- an omorashi story

Don't You Hate Me?

Angelina POV

"Everyone get in the car! Cmon!!", Harper was yelling at everyone to get in the car so we could drive to the concert. I have no idea who's singing but Harper was so excited so I got us all tickets. Theres one problem. It's in another STATE and we're currently leaving at 7am.

45 minutes later

I've noticed that Ethan has been silent. I'm sitting in between Ethan and Mason to at least make the roadtrip somewhat durable. "Ethan? You've been especially quiet today. You alright." He nods in return. I'll brush it off as he's tired. But thats not the truth. I think he has to go to the bathroom. But of course he'll never tell me that. I noticed his leg was bouncing and his face was flushed in embarrassment. I looked at him with an 'are you okay?' look but all I got was a middle finger to the face. I have an idea! I poke Lucas in the seat in front of me and I tell him the situation. When I turn back Ethans giving me a nasty face. I do not get why he doesn't like me? Harper suddenly pulls over, "Alright bathroom break!", Mason, Lucas, and Charlotte get out the car to use the gas station bathroom. But Ethan doesn't, he stays in his seat, squeezing his legs together. When everyone comes back we get back on the road.

5 mins later

Harper hits a large pothole and a whine comes from the boy next to me. I look over and he's trying to hold it but not very discreetly. I know he doesn't wanna tell anyone so I speak up. I whisper to him to not draw attention since everyone else has headphones in or is sleep. 

"Ethan?"

 "Mmhm"

"You have to go don't you."

"Sorry."

I think thats the first time he's said sorry in his life. "No no it's fine!", I realized his voice was cracking when he said that. He scoots closer, I assume it was hear me better. But no, he cuddles up against me whilst holding his crotch. I knew the only reason was because he's in pain so I just held him. Any other time a picture would've definitely been taken. Harper hits another pothole, "What the hell? Why are there so many! These roads are so run down.". Another whimper from Ethan and he removes his hand from me to hold himself. I wanna ask whens the next stop but that'll just embarrass him. I hear Charlotte wake up slowly. "Ethan pretend your asleep okay?" "Mhm.". "Anddddd what is this?" She pops from the row behind us curiously. "Shhhh he's sleeping, idk what happened he just fell over.", I tried to cover the fact that he's holding himself. "Okayyy..". Next thing you know Lucas is peeking at us with a concerning look. Since he knows whats happening, I just give him a look of worry. He goes back to listening to music.

A few minutes later I'm being tapped repeatedly by Ethan. "Angel I can't- not for much longer!" I'm still conflicted as of why he's trusting me. "Ethan, don't you hate me?" "I-I don't hate you, that's a strong word..". I take the answer and start to help him. He starts to cry. "Hey! Woah, what's with the tears!", he takes one hand off his crotch and shows me the wet patch on his pants. He starts sobbing so I try to muffle the sound by putting his face in my shirt. Yes I'm aware my shirt will get wet and personally I don't care. Mason wakes up beside me from all the noises and looks at me with the most confused face ever. It was kinda funny. I explain the situation since he's someone that also goes through this. "He should probably just go, don't want him sick.", "Your right.. thanks. Don't tell anybody k?", "Alright.". Once he stops crying I tell him he should probably just let go. He immediately refuses and holds himself harder. I feel as if I have no other choice but to force him. I turn to see if everyones sleep or has headphones. They do. I push on his bladder in attempt to help him. "Stop! Stop, I'm going to piss myself stop!", I push harder and I can tell he's losing control. I gently  remove his hands from his crotch and he can't hold it. A stream slowly comes out and floods his pants. The stream went on for a couple seconds then abruptly stops. "Ethan? I know your not finished.", "No, Harpers gonna kill me if I go in the car.. Do you have something, anything?". I did bring a something but it was my Stanley Cup, no way! But he really had to go... I realized the sound would be overly loud if he went in there anyway. I also had my sweater... it was only $5 and I had another one in my bag. I gave him the sweater. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?!" "Hey look its the only thing I have that won't make noise." ... "o-okay.". He's hesitant but he grabs the sweater. He looks so guilty that he's using his victims sweater to piss in. Once he was finished he looked like he was gonna cry again so I pulled him in.

And we sat there

Just sat there

He buried his face in my chest

And he cried

And we sat there.

(Word count: 905)