The pain, the urge, got even worse.
"Dad?" Emily asked.
Her father looked at her out of the sides of his eyes. He didn't move a muscle. Just grunted.
Emily grabbed her stomach and bent over in pain. God, this was so bad. There was like a... a heat radiating out of her s*x. A throbbing ache. But every time she squeezed those PC muscles, nothing came out. Oh God, this was somehow even worse than before. Emily had wished to stop pissing, desperately, but now all she could hope for
was a little bit of urine. So maybe this horrific pain would finally subside.
Emily looked up at her step father again. He was breathing heavily. A vein throbbed on the side of his forehead. He seemed to be doing everything not to look in his step daughter's direction. Emily saw her father's p***s.
