Ride and Regression

The long road

I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. I squirmed a little, wiggling in the seat. It didn't seem to relieve the pressure in my bladder any. I reached down and grabbed my crotch, holding my dick tightly through my jeans. My younger brother, who was sitting next to me, gave me a quizzical look. I was beyond caring.

"Dad," I ventured "I remember what you said earlier, but I really need to stop. I need to pee really badly." I emphasized really, drawing it into a 2 syllable whine. Both Sam, my 17 year old brother, and Ricky my much younger, toddler half-brother looked at me.

My dad sighed exasperatedly. "Look Jason, I told you before, no more stops till Philly. Understood?" He paused "Why is it that Sam and Ricky have been ok so far, while we've stopped four times for you to piss?"

Silence.

Then ricky chimed in helpfully Well daddy, I have my diapers on! Sam chuckled, and prodded me playfully in the side. About 30 minutes later, still squirming in my seat, we hit a bump in the road, and I felt a little piss squirt out into my jeans.

I knew I was losing the battle.

I looked around nervously, hoping no one noticed. It had been years since I had wet myself. I cringed at the thought. I ventured again, this time with more urgency "Dad, can we please stop, I can just piss on the side of the road."

But, even before my dad had time to answer, at the bump of another pot hole, my bladder loosened and I felt the warm piss flood my underwear and soak my jeans, running down my ass to cover my backside. Sam's eyes began to widen as he looked over at me. It wasn't every day that an 18 year old wet their pants so thoroughly.

Ricky's giggling drew my dad's eyes backward, and I could see him turn beet red in anger. I scrunched my shoulders in, trying to sink lower in my seat. I felt everyone's eyes on my wet jeans, which were getting colder by the minute, and clinging to my small frame. I turned red as the shame of what I had done washed over me.

An hour later, as the smell of piss in the car was becoming unbearable, my dad pulled into a near empty parking lot of a warehouse supply store. He got out, and instructed us to stay in the car.

I hesitated before protesting: "Dad. I‚ um, would really like to get changed?" He turned to me, making eye contact for the first time since I had wet myself. "Oh, you will Jason," He said ominously "You will." With that, he turned and walked into the store.