Pt 03 Desperate For Revenge

Note: This is part three of my "Tribute" series. It deals mostly with the lesbian protagonists getting desperate as their bladders fill in an undeclared holding contest. There is some lesbian pee play, but the real action will continue in part four.

Warning: Story contains female desperation, deliberate and forced wetting, and other piss fetish.

Disclaimer: All characters are purely fictitious; similarities to real human beings are not intended. Any similarity is to be regarded as accidental and done without the knowledge of the author.

Copyright remains with the author.

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"You just wait until I tell Mom!" Kelli screamed at her stepdad as soon as Meg had left the house.

Having been submitted to Meg's kinky fantasies during the weekend and then finally being abused in front of her stepdad had provoked thoughts of revenge in her. Her first attempt at retribution had utterly failed. Meg had used it to trick her stepfather into a scheme humiliating her to an extent not previously experienced. The absolute helplessness as she had been punished and molested had infuriated her.

At first she had felt like crying, feeling completely abandoned and neglected even by her family. But whilst suffering her ordeal, she had had ample time to think. And a plan had formed in her mind.

She had observed her stepdad's reaction: She had seen how he had been turned on by her chaperone, how Meg had used all her cunning to capture his complicity with her body's allures.

"You're not telling Mom!" Mr. Anderson replied sternly, trying to appear calm and dominant. But he was genuinely frightened -- he had not considered this.

"Mom won't believe you, anyways!" he added. "You have been up to too much mischief lately. You're not trustworthy."

Kelli knew this was true. But, with the fine sensitivity developed between close members of family, she felt his hidden trembling.

'So he fears me at last!' She thought.

She knew how rumor of cheating or betrayal -- even unfounded -- can poison a relationship with mistrust and jealousy. She had just secured an even stronger lever! Pushing her advantage, she continued:

"You were so busy showing Meg out to the patio that you forgot to secure your cam. Just figure: I had it running all the time. It might have captured little more than sounds -- it will be enough to convince Mom to get a new tutor, and maybe trade-in her husband as well!"

Mr. Anderson had to give in. Maybe he could bribe his eighteen year-old stepdaughter?

"Meg said you liked it. And I felt your pussy wet with cum as I was spanking you -- rather more softly than I should have, by the way. You should be happy you got away so easily!" he tried to console and to threaten her at the same time.

"And what if I did? Don't think it sounds a bit strange if you say you FELT how aroused your daughter was?" she retorted.

"See, you admit it! You liked it, it turned you on."

He didn't know what else to say.

"I admit nothing. But YOU should admit it turned you on to watch the video of me peeing all over Meg' sexy body." Kelli kicked in his defenses. "Sitting on your lap, I felt your dick throbbing in your pants."

"I'll delete the film immediately, there will be no trace left: With it all your proof will be gone, too!" her stepdad insisted, hoping to dampen her courage.

"And deprive you of quite a bit of secret unchaste indulgence -- I know you hide this kind of stuff on your computer. I know it's your kink: you went completely out of control seeing Meg's body exposed in her wet t-shirt." His stepdaughter teased him. "Don't forget: You got this sight because I pissed on her. You should be grateful!"

Mr. Anderson sensed a chance: She wanted to be recognized for exposing Meg. Maybe it was not too late yet for him to express his gratitude? But he couldn't yet see what Kelli was driving at.

"An interesting point of view!" he admitted. "You believe if your misbehavior shows pleasing side effects, I should ignore it? Did you consider what impression on your tutor? If I let you get away with this, how do you expect her to be willing work for us again? I know you'd rather get rid of her -- but your demeanor hasn't been such that your parents would leave you on your own. And Meg is a very reliable person who has saved you from quite some trouble! Just remember the incident at the shop -- you could have faced a criminal record!"

"Are you hoping to get away with that? Making her the scapegoat for your pleasure?" Kelli burst out laughing. "Didn't you encourage her to find an excuse allowing you to punish me again? In front of her? So she could flash you her sexy panties? Do you really believe I don't get your wicked game?"

"You believe to understand my motivations. Then why didn't you just stay away from mischief? Why did you deliver such a first-class excuse for 'our game', as you like to call it? Especially as you pretend you knew what would result from it?"

"Oh, don't be silly. The two of you would have found an excuse anyways." Kelli laughed. It was a laughter of incredulity and despair. "I tried to discourage her. Don't you get it? It wasn't even revenge for last time. I was desperate to stop her playing games. But my Dad chose to believe his young siren's story rather than trust his daughter. You're totally in love and you're too blind to see it!"

By these accusations he had to realize his stepdaughter had very well seen through his ploy. He was frustrated: He could never invite Meg again and he would have a very hard time convincing his wife that he was worth to remain her husband. If he could only satisfy his daughter's rage and at least keep her quiet!

"What if I chose to believe in your version of the story?" he inquired. "What do you suggest me to do about it now?"

"Well, think about it: Meg is a lesbian -- she gets a turn on watching you exposing me to her. She's just playing with you: She knows you're an old geek who can't take his eyes off young girls and she rightly figured that by capturing your fantasy, you will let her do as she likes. So she's dressing hot and giving you an eye from time to time. But she's after me. She'll never let you fuck her. She didn't even let you touch her today, remember? She just teases you a little, so you'll let her abuse me under your eyes -- abuse your daughter, don't you get what it means?"

On this rant, Mr. Anderson kept quiet. He had to think this over: was it true the devilish young lady was queer? Like most men he had no sensitivity for who was homosexual or not. Was his daughter only making up one of her stories? Who was playing with him here -- Kelli or Meg?

The longer he considered his stepdaughter's arguments and the more he thought about the evidence of a fortnight ago, the more he became convinced that Kelli was right. He felt rage growing in his chest as he became aware how Meg had manipulated him, abused her influence on him. She had made him do things to his stepdaughter he would never have thought off -- and she had almost ruined his wedlock along the way. Was he supposed to take it as collateral damage? Was he supposed to accept this without reaping any rewards?

In his wrath he discarded the excellent view of her exposed lesbian body, the incredible orgasm she had procured him, and the video he loved so much. Instead, he felt sorry for Kelli as her storyline grew in credibility with him. He also felt grateful to her for pissing all over Meg earlier in the day: he'd got to see her in a see-through wet-look because of Kelli's deed.

'Who knows how much of a glimpse Meg would have allowed me if her shirt hadn't been wet already? Nothing much!' he guessed. 'And what about the ruined sofa with a large pee stain on it?'

As her dad didn't reply, Kelli observed him mindfully. He seemed to be on the right track, she figured and added:

"You want to fuck her! Admit it! But she wouldn't even come close to this house if she didn't want ME. She's a dyke and she enjoys you dominating me and exposing my body to her. Consequently, if you want her, you'll need me. It's as simple as that!"

Mr. Anderson was flabbergasted. What did his stepdaughter intend to impart with this assertion? Did she want him to admit openly that he wanted her babysitter? Was she going to use this against him once his wife returned from the fashion show? Or was there anything he couldn't quite see yet?

'She was turned on...' kept turning in the back of his head as a sort of background noise.

Carefully looking around to check if there was any hidden recording device witnessing his confession, he bent forward and whispered into Kelli's ear:

"Just for you, and I hope you don't have any ulterior motives: Yes, Meg is terribly attractive and at times I had fantasized to seduce her. Instead she seduced me and made me make a terrible mistake. Will you forgive me? Please don't tell Mom!"

"So you admit you want to fuck Meg and that you set up the scene today to seduce her? And you admit that my version of the story is as credible as hers? You just chose to believe her in the hope to extract a favor from her?" she asked.

Mr. Anderson looked around the room. He was still afraid of a recording device because Kelli had repeated his avowal so loudly.

"You know, I really love your Mom. I do not want to destroy our family and I am sure you don't want to, either!" he said without answering her questions.

"Fuck Mom! I don't care about Mom right now! I want satisfaction, revenge." Kelli shouted. She was tired of her stepdad trying to escape. "Will you help me?"

"What did you say about Mom? We should surely consider her feelings in this situation." Out of reflex, he replied angrily and shocked.

Then he realized his mistake -- he must appease his daughter, not scold her!

"I'll give you whatever satisfaction I can, but let's keep Mom out of this, please." he gave in.

"Okay: I won't tell Mom as long as you help me satisfy my revenge!" Kelli proposed, smiling at her stepdad.

It was a seducing smile, mixing a child's joy with erotic attraction. The kind of smile only teenagers have the secret of.

Surprised at so much mirth and happiness, and relieved to have escaped the impending catastrophe, her stepfather agreed joyfully:

"Deal: you don't tell Mom and I shall be at your disposal."

It was a week later.

"Mom, you're going to the charity marathon all day tomorrow, aren't you?" Kelli asked as they were sitting at the breakfast table. "Dad, I believe ... You have this office thing -- I forgot what it was. You needed to finish it this weekend, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Yes, dear, I volunteered to help at the organizing committee this year. I fear it will be a long day -- last year, the committee didn't come home till eleven. They had to attend the festive dinner, too." Ms. Anderson replied.

Mr. Anderson was taken aback by his stepdaughter's assertion. Had he forgotten about anything? He looked at her, trying to remember.

'What is she up to again?' he thought. 'Only yesterday she made me buy her this expensive and inappropriate dress! She pretended it was essential for her planned revenge...'

Since last weekend, he had learned to rather indulge his daughter's vices -- the memory of his shock was still too deep. Thus he confirmed vaguely:

"Yes, you're right. Might be a long day tomorrow."

"Oh, I fear I wasn't aware of that!" Ms. Anderson exclaimed. "I can't remember you told me? Now, what are we going to do about Kelli -- we cannot expect Meg to be available on such a short notice!"

Mr. Anderson got nervous. He didn't want to hear that name -- he feared his stepdaughter might forget her promise if he employed her again. He had promised Kelli to stand on her side -- a price to pay for not being given away to his wife. Yet he mustn't disagree with his wife on such a crucial point. Not in the presence of her daughter: As parents, they had agreed to discuss any educational issues when their offspring was not around.

Finally, he threw in:

"Maybe it's time Kelli learned to stay on her own without getting into trouble? I believe she would not mind being left to her own devices for a day?"

"No way! I'll call Meg right away. Don't you remember how Kelli got herself into trouble just three weeks ago? Meg avoided us the embarrassment of a formal investigation!" Ms. Anderson was intractable. "And Kelli must have done something to the kitchen herbs -- they taste differently lately, there is this undefined smell about them. No, if Meg can't come, Kelli will have to come with me or join you in the office."

She immediately called Meg.

Meg wasn't free in the early morning, so they decided Kelli would help her mom with the distribution of starter numbers. Meg would come to pick her up and take her shopping (she had to do this as part of another job -- grocery shopping for elderly people). Then they would go home and spend the day together until Mr. Anderson would return for dinner. Meg would not leave unless one of the parents was at home.

The next morning, Meg came to the marathon stand. She was recognized by Ms. Anderson and invited in.

'She might be twice my age,' Meg thought. 'But wow, she's still hot -- if only she didn't dress like a nun!'

The stand was still calm, the runners queuing at a different stand to collect their starter pack. So they sat down and chatted along over a tea, and another tea, and yet another, until finally Kelli came from her job distributing the starter numbers to the runners.

"Oh, hi!" she greeted Meg. "Hope I didn't let you wait too long?"

"Hello Kelli! Nice to see you, how are you?" Meg asked, beaming at her. She was completely business in front of Ms. Anderson, but her smile conveyed more: genuine desire, lust, and a shy recognition of having treated the object of her desires a bit unfairly lately. Yet if you looked closely, there was also a certain amount of hidden cruelty shining in her eyes.

"Meg was pleasant company and we have exchanged on a number of interesting subjects. I believe you can learn a lot from her. Have a nice day!" Ms. Anderson addressed her daughter, not without adding: "And keep away from mischief: Meg knows how to deal with you, as she's proven before. She'll keep me updated about your behavior!"

Not wanting to appear impolite, Meg quickly downed the glass of Coke Kelli had handed her, and off they went. She felt bloated with all the liquid in her stomach.

The grocery shopping took a good three hours and was dead boring. But Kelli didn't really notice, she was full of apprehension and her nervousness made time fly by.

Meg of course noticed her tutee's good behavior and was a bit disappointed. Wouldn't Mr. Anderson be home early? Shouldn't there be a way to make him punish his stepdaughter again? She had carefully probed with Ms. Anderson -- who was completely unaware of last week's events. But Kelli was behaving impeccably and so there was no way to change anything about it. Even as they stopped for a large Latte prior to heading to her car, there was no sign of misdemeanor.

Meg didn't worry too much, though: When they were back at home, a possibility to compromise her younger companion would certainly open up ...

Finally, they were on their round to deliver the groceries. Kelli had already felt her bladder filling as she pushed her cart through aisle after aisle. Sitting down in Meg's car, she realized in shock that it was full already.

Prior to meeting Meg this morning, Kelli had quickly hopped behind one of the stands to furtively empty her bladder behind the marathon event's installations. Seeing the full stream of her pee forcefully hitting the pavement before meandering away from her, she had felt the pleasant thrill of being naughty. But three hours had passed since, and the large Latte didn't help...

"How long will it take to deliver the groceries?" she asked, squirming in the passenger seat.

Meg's eyes illuminated: a sign of weakness! Maybe she could make her pee in the car? That would definitely do the job!

"About an hour, sometimes longer." She replied.

And decided to take a couple detours to make sure the ride took long enough.

After a while, Kelli was nervously rocking back and forth in her seat. She had loosened the seat belt to take some pressure off, and sometimes she could be seen pressing her hand firmly against her crotch. Her wide, knee-long, pink summer dress had ridden up her shapely thighs, exposing pretty much the full length of her legs.

Meg had a hard time concentrating. She admired the soft, thin fabric covering the high school senior's toned body, slightly translucent as the sun shone on it. These long legs were a beautiful sight even when they had been semi-hidden by the dress. But now the sight was fabulous: The dress was firmly pressed into Kelli's crotch, and her athletic legs promised excitement from toes to ... (well, that was still hidden).

Another box had been delivered. Kelli was standing next to the car, bouncing up and down, her legs crossed. She was beginning to feel really desperate and wished they would be home soon. But the trunk held four more boxes to deliver.

Meg stared at her: If not for the shawl draped around Kelli's neck, its ends falling softly in front, the dress would have offered a clear outline of her tutee's physique. Meg felt her insides get hot, eyeing the girl's pee-pee-dance across her car.

A piercing pain interrupted Meg's daydreaming. Only now she noticed that her own bladder was filled to the brim. By trying to make her victim desperately pee her panties, she had completely ignored her own body's signs. In her fantasy, these spasms had somehow been connected to Kelli's condition and convinced her of the girl's impending breakdown. Now she realized that her own breakdown was no further off! Another spasm made her double over as she opened the car.

'At least Kelli didn't notice!' she thought, troubled. 'I disguised it as fiddling with the door. Did she notice my desperation before? I guess not: I didn't realize I was desperate -- so it didn't show, either.'

And right, Kelli was not at all aware of Meg's predicament. She concentrated only on her burning bladder and tried to maintain a remainder of dignity. She had leaked a little as she had been standing next to the car. She saw a small wet spot forming on the concrete between her feet. But the little streaks that had found their way along her legs dried away instantly in the sun.

'Fortunately, Meg can't see through her car!' Kelli mused.

'Only one address to go!' Meg thought to herself.

The last four boxes were for one destination. But she didn't want to tell Kelli, she didn't want to give up the advantage of knowing the remaining time to toilet.

Having driven the last leg of their route, they unloaded the four boxes together, each concentrating on their own desperation.

'She's dressed quite sexily in her tight pink leggings and white body-hugging longshirt, but nowhere near enough to make my dad go crazy again.' Kelli caught herself thinking as she walked behind her, 'Can't even see her cameltoe... I guess she shot her powder last week -- a see-through shirt and tight bikini panties are hard to surpass!'

This thought consoled her, together with the knowledge of her stepfather being in her hand.

Quarter of an hour later they arrived at the Anderson's house. Meg had reluctantly given up on the idea of detours to make Kelli pee herself in the car. Both jumped out of the car and ran to the door.

"Wow, I need to pee so badly!" Meg exclaimed as she unlocked the door.

"I'll go first!" Kelli shouted and ran for the basement.

Meg was dashing to the bathroom on the ground floor as she heard Kelli laughing.

"What's going on?" she asked, shouting.

"You'll see! I told you, I was going first!" Kelli shouted back, giggling.

This let Meg reconsider: Certainly there was some issue with the toilets and Kelli had taken the shortest route to a working toilet! A violent surge in her bladder made her jump and she turned.