It was June 8. Midori's thirtieth birthday. She woke up, still missing her boyfriend. Charles had been away since the end of April helping with a family issue. Now that his duty was over, he was coming back that afternoon, and Midori was getting a special gift that night. She and Charles had discussed their birthdays over dinner the night before Charles left, deciding that Midori would get to peg Charles for her birthday, and anything else she wanted (after he had a good nap, that is).
Midori got out of bed (appropriately in her birthday suit), looking down at what she was doing for Charles. Her bush had gone out of control, and while she was not keen on it, she had to admit that she liked the bit of extra stimulation she got while wearing panties (which she only did when going to work; errands were usually performed commando in a skirt except for a certain time). Charles had sent her a text a few hours ago to let her know that he was on the plane and he would be nice and full for her. She smiled, a tingle in her pussy indicating her anticipation of Charles's return. Another tingle (an ache, really) in that same region indicated her need to empty out. The bottle she kept by the bed was full, peeing in the toilet was boring (nor did she have to poo), and she did not feel like emptying and cleaning the urinal, so something different was going to be done instead. Midori took the plastic shopping bag out of the bathroom trash can and put her legs through the loops, wearing it like a diaper. She got in the tub and pulled it up as much as she could while letting it out, enjoying the warmth around her pussy. She kept it there for several seconds, then removed the bag, letting the piss drip from her hair.
"I wish Charles got to see that," she said. "Then again, there's no reason I can't do that for him when he gets back."
Midori started the shower, taking some extra time to scrub her bush and make sure she was presentable downstairs. She got out, dried off, and made some breakfast, which today was a bowl of cereal, an apple, and a large cup of tea. A bit of cleaning up and preparation, and all that was left was for Charles to return. Midori was about to watch the previous week's episode of their favorite anime when the door opened. She instinctively hid behind the couch, relaxing when she saw that it was Charles.
"My parents were kind enough to pick me up, so all the reporting was done on the ride back," he said. "I'm going to sleep for a bit and..."
"Yeah." Midori proudly thrust her pelvis forward. "Just like you asked. What about you?"
"I had to empty out a bit at my parents' house, but there's some in there."
Midori touched Charles's bladder, confirming what he said. She kissed him, letting her tongue dance in his mouth and taking his hands to put them on her ass before putting her hands on his. Charles gently patted Midori's ass before breaking away.
"่ช็ๆฅ ใใใงใจใ," Charles said. "I'm going to take a nap."
"Pee for me first."
Midori took Charles into the bathroom. She undid his belt and pants, sliding them off before stroking him a bit through his underwear. She took those off and told him to take off his shirt while she got the urinal. Charles aimed and let it out, and Midori moved the urinal around a bit, forcing Charles to adjust. He emptied out and she poured the urinal on her pussy. Charles normally would have licked her, but he was tired, so Midori settled for his kiss before he flopped on the bed.
"It's my birthday," she thought, "But he's jetlagged."
Charles was going to sleep for at least ninety minutes, so Midori put on a shirt and shorts before watching her show. She finished packing for their short trip, then sat at her laptop and waited. Sure enough, the video call came in, and Midori answered, looking at her parents.
"Happy birthday!" they sang.
"Thanks," Midori said halfheartedly. She did love her parents, but the relationship was a bit strained for multiple reasons.
"Do we get to meet him today?" Mr. D asked.
"He's sleeping. He flew in from Tucson, and we're going out later."
"Dinner?" Mrs. D asked. "Or just a birthday date?"
"Both." Midori hoped her mother would not ask, but it went there because of course it would.
"Is he going to..."
"Ma, what we do is none of your business. Charles and I are adults, we love each other, and everything we've done has been consensual."
"Midori, you're not married..."
"For the last time, my personal life is mine. I don't give a shit if you don't like it. If I were to make you a grandmother genetically, I would have to have sex, wouldn't I?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"What else has been going on?" Mr. D cut in.
"We're thinking of quitting our main jobs and working on our webcomic full time, as well as starting a podcast. Charles will still do his deliveries and Halloween haunting, and I'll add some game streaming and Halloween makeup to my repertoire. It's a risk, but we're willing to take it."
"Any wedding bells in the future?" Mrs. D asked.
"That'll depend on whether or not you keep asking every other time we talk." Midori closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Miki has already made you grandparents, you love whatshisname her husband, so I don't understand why you care so much about what I do."
"We just want..."
"You just want me to be happy," Midori finished. "I'll tell you that my happiness is mine and I have my way of getting there, you'll give me some bullshite about your opinion, I'll get angry, and we won't talk for a year. Is this what you want? Because I can make it happen again without a second thought!"
Midori stopped to seethe, noting the looks on her parents' faces. She looked behind her, seeing Charles (fully dressed, fortunately), who had walked in to learn why his partner was shouting.
"Are you Charles?" Mr. D asked.
"Yes, I am," Charles said. "You must be..."
"Mr. and Mrs. D," Midori said. "My parents."
"We'd love to meet you," Mrs. D said. "When do you two think you can get to Toronto?"
"Some time in the future," Midori said. "Bye for now."
She closed her laptop and ran a hand through her hair. Charles was about to ask for clarification, but Midori simply went to the kitchen and got a beer.
"I love them, but I fucking hate them," she said.
"I thought they would be from Japan," Charles tried.
"Why, because I'm Japanese?"
"You showed me a picture of the four of you, and the resemblance is pretty clear."
"So you're saying Asians all look alike?"
"I can't tell if you're joking right now..."
"I'm joking." Midori chugged her beer (Charles had only seen her do this once before; coincidentally, it was shortly after Midori had talked to her sister). "My parents are strange people, and not like us."
"I don't think anyone's quite like us."
"Da's from Brazil."
"I guessed that from the accent, but it sounded like he grew up speaking Portuguese."
"In a normal Japanese Brazilian family that's three generations in, you would think the primary language at home would be Japanese, with the children learning Portuguese from being at school. Mine had to be the family that spoke Portuguese at all times. And my da learned English throughout his school years, and he never learned anything beyond basic Japanese until he met Ma. Ma's from Joburg, and she grew up speaking English, also learning Japanese as an adult. The two were uni students in Japan, where they got married, they cranked out my sister in goddamn New Zealand, and they settled in Scotland, where I was born. I'm almost surprised they didn't name us Manuela and Maria."
"I'm guessing it's one family with many accents?"
"That's one thing I like about us," Midori said. "We reflect our world paths. And I don't mind my parents being mostly westernized, I guess, though I've always introduced myself as Midori D instead of D Midori. They did teach us Japanese when we were kids, and Da also taught us a bit of Portuguese, and we ate whatever they felt like putting in front of us. But our lives...how much did you hear?"
"I think I heard your mom ask about wedding bells?"
"I do plan to visit them, but you'll have to be prepared for that, among other stupid questions that have fuck all to do with her." Midori threw her empty can towards the recycling, not even coming close. She watched as Charles picked it up and tossed it before getting her a soda and another for himself. "And the name scheme...they had to go for the big four, because that's kinda funny and Da just can't resist when his sister makes a bet with him..."
"Do you want to enjoy your birthday?" Charles asked.
"Yes." Midori opened her soda and they touched cans. "Yes the fuck I do."
The couple drank in silence. Midori rubbed herself over the shorts as she lay on Charles. She felt his dick rise against her back, wondering how she was getting that reaction from him. A glance revealed that Charles was on his phone, probably looking at a thread on one of their discussion boards to get himself ready for the trip.
"It's my birthday," she reminded him.
"I haven't forgotten."
"Well today, you only get to watch one person pee. And she has to go." Midori got up. "But you can watch me when we get there."
