Problems of the Luckiest Man Alive

Brandon woke from an incredible dream to find that it wasn’t a dream at all. To his left, snuggled up under his arm, lay his ex-girlfriend, sound asleep with her head of shimmering blonde resting upon his chest. On his right, another girl lay beneath his arm, this one brunette, with a slightly larger bust that pressed against his ribs as she too slept upon him. It was the kind of thing he’d only read about in his dad’s old _Penthouse _magazines, found hidden in the garage, yet, here he was living it, every teenage boy’s fantasy. Unable to resist, a goofy smile spread across his face.

What the magazines didn’t tell him though was that waking up between two gorgeous girls wasn’t all sunshine and light. Namely that, after a night of sex, you might wake with a full bladder, desperately needing a piss, with a girl pining down each arm and nowhere to go. This kind of thing had happened before, when he dated Ashley, on the occasion that she fell sleep and slept over. He would wake to find her snuggled up to him, lying atop his arm, but with his other free hand he was able to hold her still as he slid out his arm and rolled away. With two girls and no free arms, he was stuck.

Don’t think about needing to pee, don’t think about needing to pee; he closed his eyes as he repeated the mantra to himself. Brandon wasn’t particularly shy, but sometimes, standing at the urinal, to block out all the noise and conversation, he’d think of running water and flowing rivers. What were you supposed to think of whenever you didn’t want to pee? Something dry, or dusty, like a desert. Golden sands and clear blue skies, a large round sun high above, rays stretching down towards the horizon, not a hint of vegetation or liquid in sight, the refraction of the air making everything shimmer in the heat. And now he was thirsty too.

The image of a tall glass of cold water replaced the picture of the desert in his mind’s eye. Beads of condensation ran down the side of the glass, and Brandon smacked his lips, almost able to taste the imaginary liquid on his lips, how cool and refreshing it would be as it slid down his throat and filled his belly, the coldness spreading out to fill his belly, and fill his bladder. He winced, reminded of the urge to pee. Trying to distract himself was no good, so he opened his eyes, his lips parting slightly too as he panted, realizing how dry his mouth was from all the licking and sucking and kissing he’d done last night.

There was no way around it. He was going to have to wake one of the girls, or risk wetting the bed. But which one should he wake? Both were volatile, especially in the morning. He knew first-hand, from years of experience, how cranky his sister could be in the mornings. Ashley was better, usually more pleasant when waking, though it depended how much sleep she got the night before, and last night they hadn’t got much. There were no good choices, only one bad option; doing nothing, because he was certain both girls would protest to be woken in a puddle of Brandon’s steaming urine.

Hedging his bets with Ashley, he pulled away from her as he tried to slide his arm out. There wasn’t enough room however, even on the double bed, to roll without nudging his shoulder into Madison. His sister grumbled in her sleep, and Brandon froze in wait. He hoped that she might wake all by herself, but instead she snuggled in closer, laying her head just beneath his shoulder as her arm draped over his stomach and her leg crossed over his thigh. Cursing silently, he realized he was even more trapped than before.

“Ash. Ash,” he whispered, shaking her with careful jolts of her arm. When she didn’t respond, he tried again, a little louder. “Ash. Ashley”

That time she stirred, wiping some drool from her lips against his skin, still half asleep. “Mmmm, Bran, lemme…sleep…mmmm...skip first…period,huh…”

Great, she thought they were still at school. Of course she did, because the only time Brandon ever woke her was when she stayed over at his house. He was terrified of her dad, so they never stayed at hers, but his parents were happy to have Ashley over, once his dad had made sure to have ‘the talk’ with him. Completely unnecessary, considering Brandon had already learned more from old magazines and locker room talk than he’d ever want to hear from his father’s lips. But, it was a small price to pay, to satisfy his parents and allow his, then, girlfriend to sleep over.

Ashley’s dad was another matter, but he was, at the very least, willing to concede it was better that his daughter told him where she would be, rather than lying. Per his orders, Ashley wasn’t allowed to sleep over on school nights, but Ashley, as always, had found a loophole. Sunday nights weren’t technically school nights, so, if they went out, and Ashley was tired, it wasn’t unusual for her to crash at his house, and head into school with him and Madison the next day. She must have gotten so used to it that hearing his voice in the morning triggered the response.

Unfortunately, Brandon’s bladder wasn’t going to wait until after first period. As much as he wished he could let both girls sleep off their orgasmic highs, he had to get to the toilet. And soon.

“Ashley,” he said, jerking his arm firmly. “Wake up.”

“Hu-huh?” the girl snorted awake. “Bran? Uhhhh, what the fuck?”

The girl he woke was not the girl he’d been trying to wake. Ashley continued to breath lightly beside him as Madison lifted her leg off her brother and sat up. She looked at him with one eye as she rubbed the sands of sleep from other. He could feel the heat of her glare even from that one eye, but he didn’t care anymore about who he’d awoken, just happy to be released from between the two beautiful women. Already he was lifting his now free arm and placing a hand on Ashley’s side, steadying her as he slid his other arm out from underneath her.

“Seriously?” she growled, before stifling a yawn. “You couldn’t have let me sleep just a little longer.”

With his second arm unencumbered from the second girl, he swung his legs off the side of the bed and sat up next to Madison. He bounced up and scampered towards his clothes, chanting his explanation; “gotta pee, gotta pee.”

Except he didn’t have any clothes. This was Ashley and Heather’s bedroom, and Brandon hadn’t been allowed to pick up even his boxers as they evacuated the living room to avoid being seen. He didn’t have a single piece of clothing to his name inside this room. To make it to the toilet, he was either going to have to streak, or wear something belonging to one of the girls. He rejected the second option almost as soon as it entered his head on principle. As embarrassing as it might be to get caught naked, he’d never live it down if anyone, especially Trent, saw him scurrying down the hall in a pair of Ashley’s lacy panties.

From the bed, Madison watched her brother. As much as she would have liked to sleep, she was immensely glad to be awake for the hilarious sight of her brother, covering his dick with his hand as he approached the door. Carefully, he turned the doorknob, the other knob in his other hand, and peeked out into the hallway. As he hunched over to look up and down the hall, she got a nice view of his bare ass, watching the muscles twitch as he nervously double checked both ways. It was short lived though, gone as soon as he dashed out of the room, presumably to pee.

Madison flopped back down onto the bed, causing Ashley to wake.

“Huh? Wha?” The cute blonde smacked her lips and blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the real world. “What’d I miss?”

Down the hall, Brandon tried the bathroom door, but the door handle wouldn’t budge. Locked, which meant occupied, but whoever was inside didn’t respond, not even when the muscled teen pounded the door with his fist so hard he made the hinges rattle. He contemplated breaking down the door, but the others would complain that he hadn’t simply tried the other bathroom. But it was all the way across the cabin, which meant streaking through the living room, and through the main bedroom, waking anyone inside, to get to the ensuite. And there was no guarantee it’d wouldn’t be occupied as well. And he was running out of time, already feeling the pressure in his shaft as the hot liquid demanded release.

He still had options though. Any kind of sink would do, in a pinch, or better yet, he could water a tree outside. Going outside was probably the better choice, but getting there, butt naked and unnoticed would be a trial. Doubly so to go slow enough not to be caught but quick enough not to wet himself where he stood. Perhaps he could grab his boxers on his way through the living room, but that was a big ‘if’.

By some miracle, the heavens smiled upon him, and the bathroom door opened. Opposite him now stood a tall, smiling brunette wearing a light, summery dress that Brandon thought looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place. And right now, he didn’t care too much about what she was wearing, more concerned about not leaving a yellow pool at her feet. Before he could barge right past her to his goal, her smile widened, and she spoke.

“Oh, morning, stud.”

“What?” He asked, bewildered, confusion and curiosity the only thing keeping him from barreling on ahead. Was she coming on to him? Or making fun because he was naked with his cock in his hand? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing,” Kendra said sweetly, slipping past and walking away. “I’m just glad you made up with Madison.” She took a dramatic pause, looking over her shoulder as she continued to leave, with a tantalizing eye and flashing that grin again. “And Ashley.”

Brandon gulped. How did she know about the threesome? It was possible that she figured it out from the clothing, but that knowing look in her eye and the way she smiled, so close to laughing, suggested she knew far more than just that it had happened. Had she actually, somehow, seen them? One thing was for sure, this was a mystery that could be pondered as he redecorated the toilet bowl with a golden sheen.