Summer Holiday/Spain Day 9 Phoebe
Soon, you feel that familiar pressure building up in your balls and she must be able to sense it. “Go on fuck the little cunt,” she says, just as you feel the spunk begin to boil up. You pull out and splatter it all over Phoebe’s belly and between her legs. Then you roll off and lay down beside them, panting to get your breath back. “I knew you were a pervert the minute I saw you with the little girls in the pool,” she says.
“Did you really want me to…?”
She shakes her head. “I knew you wouldn’t; I just wanted to get you going.”
You roll off to the side and fall asleep as Susan, mumbling about "messy fucking men", uses a towel to wipe Phoebe clean.
When you wake up, Susan is gone and Phoebe is curled up in the bed with her back to you, fast asleep. Your bladder needs urgent attention, so you sit up, trying to not wake her, but to no avail. As soon as you swing your feet onto the floor, she lets out a piercing wail. When you look, she's on her back with her face all red and screwed up and the noise if hurting your ears.
"It's okay Phoebe, mummy will be back soon," you say in what you hope is a calming voice. She screams even more, so you pick her up and hold her against your chest. Instantly, she goes quiet and you are still getting urgent signals from your bladder. You try to put her back on the bed, but she takes a breath to start with the noise again, leaving you with no choice but to take her into the bathroom with you.
When you get there, you realise that you have a problem. JT is piss-proud, and you have a naked baby to hold. Trying to aim for the bowl is going to be tricky to say the least. You look round for inspiration. Maybe there's somewhere you can put her down before you piss all over the floor. The shower in the corner is an obvious solution and, still cuddling Phoebe, you step in, slide the door shut and turn let go.