The proud older sisters - Part 2

(Part 2 is here! Images are attached at the end of the post to avoid spoilers!)

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The cellar felt smaller than it had before.

Dim light seeped from the luminous magic crystals embedded in the stone walls, their soft glow dulled by a thin haze of moisture hanging in the air. The scent of damp stone clung to everything, warm and stale, and the longer they stayed, the more the heat seemed to settle against their skin. Sweat gathered at temples, along necks, beneath armor and fabric alike: Rilhenna would occasionally loosen her tie or the blouse's collar around her neck, just as Paola blew air at herself using her hands every now and then.

Half an hour had passed since their last attempt, and despite Rilhenna knocking on the door every few minutes—her fist thudding against the iron with a resonant bangs—there was still no response from the outside. She stood with her arms crossed next to the cellar door, frowning with her eyes closed. Paola sat against the opposite wall, legs stretched out as she relaxed with her arms behind her head.

Paola noticed Rilhenna occasionally tapping her heel against the floor, a subtle rhythm betraying her growing unease. "You're doing that again" Paola said, her voice casual.

Rilhenna dismissed her without opening her eyes, her heel halting instantly. "I'm fine."

Paola chuckled softly. "You're still hung up on this being my fault, aren't you?"

Rilhenna opened one eye, glaring at her and trying to hold back on her anger. “If you’d minded your own business,” she replied, “we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Paola sighed dramatically, leaning back further against the wall. "Fine, fine, I'm sorry," she said, her tone a mix of earnest apology and sarcastic drawl, leaving Rilhenna unable to tell which was genuine. Then, with a serene, almost deadpan expression, Paola added flatly, "I guess we really should just mind our own business," as she looked away toward the crates further in the cellar.

Rilhenna glanced at her for a moment, her anger fading into genuine curiosity at the last sentence. Yet, she decided against speaking further, turning back to the door.

Yet another half hour passed, the silence stretching like the moisture in the air. Rilhenna was now visibly desperate to pee—sharply inhaling through her teeth with a sharp hiss, crossing and uncrossing her legs repeatedly; while her skirt wouldn't restrict her movements, the loud rubbing of the fabric gave away how much she moved. Then again, her footwork didn't help either, her boots' heels leaving nothing to imagination. Rilhenna's hand hovered near her lower belly, fingers twitching as if debating whether to press down. The pressure in her bladder throbbed warmly, a constant ache that made her gasp softly every few minutes. Slowly but steadily, her stern expression cracked with flickers of discomfort.

Meanwhile, Paola paced back and forth further away in the cellar, trying to downplay her own need—her steps measured but quicker than usual, the clacking of her metallic boots spelling every one of her steps against the stone. She stopped occasionally to hold herself discreetly, one hand pressing against her crotch through the black leotard, her smug facade slipping with a subtle thigh rub.

Then, Paola saw Rilhenna fidgeting more intensely. She paused, as a mischievous smirk landed on her face. "It's starting to look bad for you over there," she said suggestively.

Rilhenna turned sharply toward her, arms still crossed but her legs shifting.

Paola gestured with her chin toward a cluster of empty crates near the far wall. “Those over there are empty. If you really can’t hold it… you could use one.”

Rilhenna’s face flushed. She growled under her breath and looked away. “Oh, yeah? You don’t look so great yourself. Why don’t you use it?”

Paola laughed, short and breathy, and kept pacing.

Neither said it aloud, but it was there between them now—unspoken, stubborn. Neither wanted to be the first to give in. Pride had sunk its claws in deep, turning the discomfort into a silent contest. Rilhenna's confidence wavered with each warm throb, but she refused to be the first to break; Paola's relaxed demeanor masked her own growing ache, but she enjoyed the tease too much to admit defeat.

Another half hour passed, the warmth in the cellar making their sweat glisten more noticeably, causing their clothes to cling to their skin. Rilhenna's desperation had escalated—crossing and uncrossing her legs frantically, her skirt hiking up a fraction with each shift as she sharply sucked air through her teeth; she gasped softly every time a wave hit, one hand finally pressing discreetly against her crotch through the fabric as she bounced lightly on her toes. Her face flushed with effort, brow furrowed in concentration.

On the other hand, Paola's pacing had turned erratic—she stopped more often to hold herself tightly, legs crossing as she bent forward slightly and causing, nearly breaking her confident facade with a subtle tremble. The leotard's fabric felt tighter against her crotch and ass with every step she gave, questioning herself every second should she just sit or stand still.

It had been too long now. Rilhenna looked at the door one more time, angst almost leaking through her face. “Is anyone out there?!” Her voice echoed, louder than before, edged with strain as she slammed her fist against the door twice.

Paola, standing nearby, bent forward slightly, legs crossed now without pretense and one hand tightly pressed against her crotch through the leotard, her free arm wrapped around her waist. She glanced sideways, lips curling. “Hey. If you really can’t hold it…” She nodded toward the crates again. “They’re still there.”

Rilhenna snapped back, gasping slightly as she straightened. “Like I’d do that in front of you.” The redhead looked down as she tried to keep a grip on herself down there, her hand pressing harder through the skirt.

Paola kept teasing, even though she was struggling tremendously, her own bladder throbbing with urgency. "Really? But you're going to feel much better if you do."

“Oh, could you stop that already and just leave me—?!”

She didn’t finish. A sharp cramp overwhelmed her causing Rilhenna to bend forward slightly, just as a hot stream hissed through her skirt and pattering against the stone floor in a rhythmic splash that echoed in the cellar. She frowned and gritted her teeth in anger, her face burning scarlet as the warmth spread down her legs, utterly soaking the fabric of her clothes with a dark stain. Rilhenna tried to stop the relentless flow—but it was useless.

Paola sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening. “See?” she said, feigning surprise. “I knew this was going to happen.”

"Just— shut up! Don't look this way!" Rilhenna barked angrily, still peeing through her clothes.

The stream continued unabated, lasting nearly a minute, the liquid pooling at her feet with a soft splashes, steam curling faintly from the warm puddle as it spread across the stone, the scent of urine faint but noticeable in the moist air. Her skirt clung wetly to her thighs, the fabric going darker still, and even her boots catching some wetness and glistening against the light coming from the magical crystalls hanging from the walls. Rilhenna's face twisted in humiliation—brow furrowed deeply, teeth gritted, cheeks flaming crimson as she tried to clench and stop the flow; yet it gushed on, her hand pressing futilely against her crotch through the soaked skirt.

Paola giggled, slowly and clumsily starting to walk towards the closest corner—still holding herself tightly, her legs crossing awkwardly with each step as she fought her own urge. "Well, I was just trying to give you some advice," she said, reaching the corner and swiftly pulling the crotch of her leotard to the side with one hand, the fabric snapping aside. Immediately, she started peeing loudly and strongly against the wall, the stream hissing powerfully in a thick arc and splashing against the stone with rhythmically and echoing away, the liquid running down in rivulets to pool at her feet. The flow was abundant, steam curling as the warm urine drained away, the sound amplifying in the cellar like a rushing brook. Paola's face softened in relief—her eyes half-lidded, lips parting smugly in a muted sigh of relief, "but you just wouldn't listen."

By the door, Rilhenna was still letting out the last amounts of urine straight into her underwear and skirt; by the corner, Paola peed conspicuously against the stone wall.

The two finished around the same time, the puddles spreading slowly on the stone floor, the air now thick with the sharp scent of warm urine mingling with the moisture. Rilhenna stood there, skirt soaked and dripping, face burning with anger and humiliation, while Paola smoothed her leotard back into place with a satisfied sigh.

There was nothing but silence for another half hour, the two avoiding eye contact for the remaining of their confinement—Rilhenna leaning against the door, arms crossed over her wet skirt, fuming quietly; Paola sitting back against the wall, smug but silent.

Then, finally, footsteps echoed from outside, and the characteristic rustling of chains came through the door. "Hello?" Naroh's voice called, "Anyone in there?"

The two looked as the door opened, revealing the redhead man on the other side holding the chains and the lock that had trapped them until then. His eyes opened wide, his mouth twisting out of perplexity as he saw his older sister, her legs still wet and her skirt completely drenched. Before he could even muster a word, Rilhenna angrily rushed past her brother without a word, her boots squelching slightly on the stone as she stormed up the stairs, face still scarlet.

Paola smugly paced out after her, hands behind her head. "Thanks," she said as she walked past him calmly, Naroh's frow burrowing in full discombobulation.

Attrition had its victor, and the cellar had two enormous puddles to commemorate it.