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On The Road Again -Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2021-11-18 07:00:03 +0000 UTCPeter and Isla continued to chat and went through game after game, drink after drink. Isla warmed up to him quickly; he was sweet, funny, and wasn’t too pushy. Isla wasn’t even that sure if Peter was all that interested in going home with her. When they were both seriously tipsy, Kennedy walked up to them with Jill and James in tow.
“We’re going to a real club now; you guys coming?” Kennedy asked, her words slurred as a result of her drowning her rejection in booze. Peter looked at Isla and shrugged.
“Sure, we’ll come,” Isla replied.
“Good. Heather said she’d only come if all of us were going. HEATHER!” Kennedy screamed at Heather from across the bar, resulting in sour looks from everyone. “WE’RE ALL GOING!”
Heather rolled her eyes and got up from her game. Isla noticed that her and Cuba were chatting while Matt followed, looking frustrated. The whole crew gathered outside and looked to Kennedy for direction.
“So, where to?” Peter asked her.
“I’m so glad you asked,” Kennedy replied, then walked up to Peter and linked arms with him. She then proceeded to drag him along, explaining the next club they were to attend. Jill caught up with Isla and linked arms with her.
“How’re things going?” Jill whispered to Isla.
“It's good; I lost almost every game I played in there,” Isla replied.
“I mean with the guy,” Jill smiled.
“Oh god, uh, it’s good? He’s sweet. We’ve honestly just been chatting and hanging out. I don’t know if he wants anything more.”
“Oh he wants it. At least he’s being subtle, though. I swear this James guy is about to pass out from all the blood leaving his head to go to his dick,” Jill joked and turned around to smile at oblivious James.
“You’re so funny,” Isla laughed. “Are you going to go home with him?”
“God, no. To be honest, I’m mostly indulging him because of how angry it’s making Kennedy.”
“No way,” Isla chuckled.
“Yeah, I think she had picked James out for herself, so when he started showing interest in me, you could tell she was annoyed. And now she’s only walking with your guy like that to make him jealous.”
“Kennedy can have him if she wants; I don’t really think I’m what he’s looking for,” Isla replied.
“Are you kidding? He’s clearly obsessed with you. He keeps looking back as we walk here.”
Isla looked at Peter and Kennedy, and as she did, Peter looked back and smiled at her. Isla blushed.
“See, told you,” Jill chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I’m not going to hold you back babe. If you wanna fuck him, fuck him. I’m not bothered by it. The only thing I am bothered by is how bad I have to pee.”
As Jill said pee, Isla suddenly realized that she needed to go too. The drinks had finally caught up to her, and in her drunkenness, she didn’t realize how badly she had to go until she was made to realize. The diaper she had on was still dry, but she didn’t want to spend the night dancing in the club in a soaked diaper. She figured she’d try to hold it.
“For fucks sake,” Jill moaned as she watched Kennedy enter a long line.
“Do we really have to go here? The line is massive,” Jill complained as they caught up with Kennedy and Peter.
“Yessss, this is like the best place! I was just telling this one aalllll about it, wasn’t I?” Kennedy asked Peter.
“Uh, yeah, aha. She had all the details,” Peter replied awkwardly.
“Well were one of those details how long we’d be standing in a line?” Jill asked, frustrated.
“Calm down, baby sister,” Kennedy said to condescend. “Just be patient.”
“I have to pee, Ken,” Jill whispered.
“Ohhhhh, well we don’t want a repeat of earlier today, do we?” Kennedy replied loudly.
“Shut up,” Jill blushed and whispered.
“You wont believe what happened today on the car ride here,” Kennedy turned to Matt, who was standing behind Jill.
“Kennedy, don’t,” Isla urged, but Kennedy continued to stare at Matt for a response.
“Uh, it’s okay. I don’t have to know.” Matt replied, noticing the discomfort on Jill’s face.
“Trust me; you’ll want to know. Jill fucking PISSED herself! Can you believe that?” Kennedy started laughing hysterically, drawing additional attention. “Like a little baby!”
“Fuck off, Kennedy!” Jill cursed her sister and turned to leave, but Kennedy grabbed her. Isla didn’t know what to do, but her bladder was telling her she wouldn’t be able to hold it as she thought.
“You’re not leaving,” Kennedy demanded.
“I’m going back to the hotel,” Jill replied.
“No. You know what the rules were, if I let you come, you had to follow my rules!”
“Ken, don’t talk about that out here,” Jill whispered and looked around.
“What? I did this for you!”
“I know!”
“Otherwise-”
“I know what otherwise!”
“Look, if she wants to go,” Peter started.
“Stay out of this; it’s family business,” Kennedy scoffed at him.
“Ken, let me go; I need to….” Jill whispered and squeezed her legs together.
“Need to what? Huh?” Kennedy gripped Jill’s arm with drunken strength. No one around knew what to do.
Suddenly, Jill stood completely still, and after a quiet moment, a stream of pee started to flow down her legs and drip onto the concrete. Kennedy was the last to realize, but when she did, she took a step back and started laughing.
“AHAHA! AGAIN?” Kennedy mocked. Jill stood, frozen in embarrassment. Isla finally found her feet and walked up to Jill, linked her arm with hers and started walking away from the club.
“Hey, don’t go! It might be too dark inside for anyone to notice! Ahaha,” Kennedy continued to mock as the girls walked away. Peter chased after Isla.
“Hey, do you girls need anything?” He asked.
“You’re sweet,” Isla turned to reply. “We just need to go back. Thanks though, it was lovely talking to you.”
Isla turned and walked away with Jill linked to her; Peter watched them walk away, not knowing what to do now.
Heather finally stepped in and walked right up to Kennedy.
“What?” Kennedy asked. SLAP. Heather slapped Kennedy across the face. “OW!”
“You’re such a bitch. That’s your sister.” Heather said. “Come on, Cuba, let’s go back to the arcade.” With that, Heather turned and started walking back; Cuba followed, then Matt. James and Peter stood with Kennedy for an awkward second.
“Well, you boys have me all to yourself now!” Kennedy said, trying to save face.
“Yeah, I think I’m going to call it a night….” Peter said, then walked away. James stood awkwardly.
“If you stay, I’ll suck your dick,” Kennedy told him. He stayed.
