Secrets in A Small Town

7

7.

[s*x scenes are present in this chapter, if this makes you uncomfortable, please proceed to next chapter]

The next day is kind of terrible. Brooke convices Cade to call into work. Even at 11 pm, they're still both completely drained from not getting any sleep the night before.

Cade is doing everything but making eye contact, or any kind of contact with Brooke.

He is embarrased, ashamed.

They climb back into bed at 2 for a mid after noon siesta, when Cade finally speaks up.

"I am sorry about last night." He says, sitting himself up.

Brooke looks over to him, grateful he is finally talking.

"I'm not mad about last night."

Cade looks down at her, big brown eyes still puffy and bloodshot.

"I just...I couldn't hold it in anymore. I have never had anyone to help me, talk to me. I guess, I just bottled it up inside me all these years."

"I know how much you've been through, Cade."

Cade holds his eyes shut. He is not going to cry, if he even had any tears left in him to cry.

"Doesn't...doesn't it gross you out?" He looks down to his pants, disgusted.

"No." She says simply.

"Brooke." He says, laying his head down on her chest.

"Yeah?"

"What did you mean last night?"

Brooke thinks for a second, but comes up empty.

"What do you mean?"

"That...I'm not in it alone anymore. What do you mean?"

Brooke waits to think of the right words.

"Exactly what I said, Honey."

"I know how hard life has been for you. How much this has held you back. I know it's not something you can control. I know you've never had anyone. I know it's embarrassing, but, if you want me to help, you have to let me in."

Cade seems to think deeply about that. Like he had never heard those words before. Then he looks ashamed.

"It's not that easy..." he almost laughs.

"You're the only person aside from my mom to know and..." Cade trails off.

"I just don't know how."

She strokes his arm.

"Cade, last night, I am going to be honest. I was scared of you."

Cade looks up at her, still tired eyed, looking so weak, she almost can't even connect him with the same guy from last night.

"I would never hurt you." He says, sounding hurt.

Brooke wants to think that she knows that, but there is so little about Cade she has learned that she doesn't know.

Cade sniffles a little.

"I promise, Brooke. That's not me. I don't know what came over me."

Brooke knows it, knows that's not the sweet, shy, innocent Cade.

"Just...talk to me next time. You don't need to throw things, or get angry. Just talk to me."

"I love you." He says, extremely out of context.

Brooke doesn't argue, anything to get out of this conversation.

"I love you too."

They do eventually take a nap, wrapped in each others arms. Cade wakes up before Brooke does. His bladder is very full but he can't stop staring at her, asleep on his chest. He slides his free hand down his pants and holds tight. The relief is mild, but if it can give him an extra few minutes, he will take it.

He should really know better than to do this. He knows he can't hold it. Yet, he is still laying here, not worried about a thing. The bed slightly crinkles beneath them. Brooke's eyes start to flutter, then She stretches out, arms over her head. Her hip jabs right into Cade's bladder, forcing a small spurt of hot piss to bust out into his hand. He gets his grip back before the floodgates open completely.

Brooke smiles at him, not realizing his predicament. He smiles back and kisses her forehead. As if in some new found habit, her eyes go to Cade's crotch.

"Oh," she gets up immediately.

"Go 'head." She opens the path way for him. Expecting him to jump up and make a run for the bathroom.

He doesn't though. He lays firmly on the bed. He can tell it's getting worse by the second and he probably is going to squirt again if he does move.

"I don't think I can move." He says, now sounding a little more concerned."

Brooke side eyes him, wondering what the hell he is thinking. He tries to unhook his legs which at some point must have crossed over eachother. With that he feels more dribbling on his fingers.

Now he starts to panic. He knew he shouldn't have tried to hold it.

"Help. Please." He looks up at her, desperately.

Brooke doesn't really know what to do. She slides an arm over Cade's back and pulls him up. He feels a long hot wave spray into his pants. His underwear are soaked but it hasn't spread to his jeans yet.

They hobble down the hallway, each step they take, Cade unwillingly let's a little more go. He squints his eyes shut, this can't be happening.

They fianally make it into the bathroom. She drops Cade, pants and all on the toilet. He struggles to get his button undone for a while then gives up and just lets go. He only goes for another three seconds before he is tapped out. He had mostly drained himself in the hallway.

Brooke strokes his hair.

"Sorry." He says not really knowing what else to say.

"Don't." She kisses his forehead.

They strip and shower per usual. He takes Brooke home. The goodbye is quiet.

Brooke lays awake that night unable to sleep. She gets up around 2 to get a drink of water, thinking, Cade is probably up right about now. Almost like destiny had timed it, she hears a text come in on her phone and walks back to the bedroom.

'Just wanted to let you know, I love you'

Brooke smiles.

'I love you too. Xx You okay?'

The reply comes immedietly.

'Good as I will ever be, I suppose.'

'Just I could have a good night's sleep, one time.' Comes after

Brooke sighs. She doesn't know what to say, so she doesn't say anything.

Work is long the next day. Though working from home always makes it easy to get side tracked, today is especially difficult.

She manages to pull through by the time 5 oclock rolls around. She slams the lid down on the dot and sighs. Apperently Cade had the same type of day because her phone immedietly starts ringing.

"Wanna go out?" Cade says.

"Well hello to you too."

Cade laughs.

"Sorry. It's, uh...been a day. Kinda hungry. I was wondering if you wanted to get something to eat.

"That's much better, Mr.Belmount." she jokes.

"Pick you up at 7?"

"Sure." Brooke is almost confused.

Cade arrives at 7. Brooke had showered and done her hair and makeup, more or less just to pass the time.

When she opens the door, Cade's eyes grow wide.

"You look incredible." He says, looking her up and down.

His heart is suddenly beating fast in his chest.

He is dressed up too, black jeans, and a long sleeve Ariat shirt.

"You don't look half bad yourself, cowboy." She grabs his shirt and pulls him in for a long kiss.

His face is flushed when she lets him go.

"Lets...go..." He says having to catch his breath.

They pull up the fanciest Steak House in Harlingston.

"Cade, we can't eat here..." Brooke says knowing full well no one gets out of here without footing at least $100 a person.

"Yes, we are." Cade says, getting out of the truck. He comes around and opens her door.

"I want to repay you for everything you've done for me these last few weeks." His eyes are gleaming under the street lights.

Sge hugs him. His body is pliant beneath her arms, relaxing into her embrace.

"You dont have to pay me back." She keeps her arms wrapped around him.

"I told you I am here for you and I meant it." She lets go.

His eyes go a little misty, heart so light in his chest.

The evening is incredible. They are seated next to a private fire place. Brooke loses her breath more than one time, lost so deeply in Cade's mind. Hearing him talk so confidently. She can't help but preen a little knowing he probably wouldn't have gotten this far without her.

Cade is rambling about some guy at work when he suddenly stops mid sentence and shivers. Brooke purses her lips, certain he was having an accident. Cade looks a little red, but goes back to what he was talking about. She wonders for a moment and lets it go, thinking it must be in her head.

It's getting late by the time they decide to split. It's only then Brooke realizes Cade hasn't gone to the bathroom all night. As he is putting his coat on, she finally brings it up.

"Do you need to use the bathroom before we leave?" She asks casually. It's a short ride home, but it has been at least 4 hours, long past the point he usually would have gone or wet his pants.

"No." He says taking her hand and walking out to the truck.

She tries not to let the confusion be seen on her face.

Without asking Cade brings her back to his house. Its a Friday and all though she once again didn't bring any overnight clothes, she doesn't really mind sleeping in his T-shirts.

"Did you have fun tonight?" He closes the door behind them as they walk in the house.

"It was amazing, sweetheart." She kisses his neck.

She can feel him shiver.

She starts unbottoning his shirt, gently untucking it from the dark black jeans.

He starts squirming a little as her hands make thier way lower. She only has the chance to graze his crotch before he pushes her away. It's not violent or declining.

"I...I have something to tell you." He says, choppy.

"What..." Brooke says, taking a step back.

Cade's face turns a dark shade of red and his head bows to his chest, he looks ashamed.

"Cade, what is it?"

He starts walking toward the bathroom and she gets the hint, trailing a few steps behind him.

Once they get to the bathroom, he turns around a sighs, one hand cupping his groin.

"I'm wearing a pull-up." He says hastily.

Brooke doesn't say anything. She knows full well that anything Cade had underneath his sink was way too small for him.

"That's okay." Is all she can think to say.

He slowly unbottons his pants, revealing the waistband of his new underwear. They actually don't look anything like what she expected.

"They look just like boxers." She says, still confused.

Cade actually smiles a little bit at that, then pulls his pants the rest of the way down.

She can see it now. His crotch is puffy between his legs.

She tries not to stare too long. Though he is fondling with it, still holding himself.

She glances over to the counter where the package is placed. She doesn't pick it up but she has enough time to read 'Inserts made to absorb wetness due to incontinence. Look just like boxers!' In a size 28-34 waist.

Once Brooke looks back up she immediately notices why Cade is holding himself. He is dancing a little bit with one leg crossed over the other.

"Oh, do you need to? I will leave." She tries to step out, but Cade grabs her arm, pulling her in for a quick kiss. She can feel him starting to crunch down, his other hand gliding down to his crotch.

Brooke would lie if she said she wasn't really turned on, and she knows Cade is too. She has her arms wrapped around him, she teases his lower back with her finger nails, making his knees grow even weaker.

She slides down, pulling his pants the rest of the way down. He still has one hand shaking over his soppy pull-up.

She slides them down too, heavy and bulky between his legs. He monetarily loses his balance as he lifts up his leg to take it off. A spurt of piss hits him hot on his stomach. He moans in pain. Pain from his full bladder and not being able, or wanting, to let go of his bladder.

Brooke pushes him back to the bedroom, pulling off her dress in the process. Cade is trying to stroke himself, lying down, but his face is twisted. Unable to hold on, he lets another spurt go, making a small puddle under his butt.

Brooke finishes stripping and crawls on top of him. She slips him inside and starts pounding. His face is a mix between pleasure and pain, but his body language is clear he doesn't want her to stop. His hands are on her hips, guiding her, back and forth. She gently bites his neck and when he winces, she can feel a warm spot grow inside of her. Cade momentarily opens his eyes but then shuts them again.

It doesn't take long for either of thier desperate and wanting bodies to orgasm, simultaneously. Cade shrieks as the c*m shoots out of his p***s, inside of her.

He pushes her off and rolls over onto his stomach, unable to hold on for one more second and lets go. The spraying sound is clearly audible even despite being muffled by the thick comforter.

Brooke sits up, trying to catch her breath and watches. Cade is in a trance-like state, face filled with relief. The puddle is growing bigger under neith them, but she can hear Cade still going strong. He suddenly stops, grabbing himself and stopping the stream.

He tries his best to stand up and look at Brooke. It's clear he is still in a lot of pain and needs to go.

"Just finish, it's okay." She says quickly.

He is still unwillingly releasing small waves into his hands, spilling down his legs. He looks back and forth between the bathroom and the bed, panic growing on his face.

Brooke grabs him, pulls him on top of her, landing in the already decent size puddle.

"Brooke!" He shrieks, but he is already peeing, viciously.

Brooke pulls him onto her lips, kissing him passionately until he finally taps out.

She lets him go.

He pulls himself up, weak and drained. He can hardly stand up.

The bed is soaked, even dripping on the floor.

His face is that same shade of red she remembers so vividly from the first time he had an accident in front of her.

"I--I'm so sorry, I have been holding it almost all night and I just couldn't, I didn't mean---" Cade babbles.

His eyes are beginning to swell with tears again and Brooke absolutely can not take it anymore. She stands up too, quickly pulling her panties back on.

"It's okay." She pulls him in.

" I don't care that you wet the bed, I don't care that you wear pull ups, I don't care that you have accidents. I love you, I love everything about you." She kisses him, slow and passionate, before guiding his hand down to her own crotch. She concentrates. She hasn't wet herself, like, ever, but she knows in this moment she has to.

It takes a moment but she finally feels warm piss between her legs.

Cade sucks in a sharp breath, squeezing her crotch, in disbelief, but he doesn't move his hand.

It doesn't last for very long. Brooke squeezes him, tightly.

"It can happen to anyone, Cade." She whispers.

"You're not in this alone."