Trick or Treating - One Shot (Patreon)

As I knocked on the door at my aunt’s house, I let out an annoyed sigh. All my friends had already started drinking and partying at the Halloween party happening down the road at Rebecca’s, but here I was stuck taking my baby cousin trick or treating. However, I couldn’t be that upset. My aunt had recently broken her foot in a motorcycle accident, so she was supposed to take it easy. She was my favourite aunt, and of course, the little one was pretty cute, but still.

Truthfully, I downed a pair of Smirnoff Ice’s before I walked over so I could have a little buzz ready by the time I arrived at the party, but I still had to get this whole walkabout out of the way first. It was a little risky, but I knew I could handle my alcohol.

My Aunt Carol opened the door and smiled.

“Hey, sweetie!” She said and leaned in to hug me; I hugged her back. “I love your costume!”

“Oh, this?” I said and did a little twirl to show off my 80s workout video model costume. “Me and a few friends did this as a group; we even have a little dance routine!”

“That’s hilarious! I love it,” Carol turned into the house and called for my cousin. “Come on, Jenaye, let’s go!”

“Coming!” Jenaye’s little voice echoed from inside the house, then the pitter-patter of little feet grew louder. Suddenly, little five-year-old Jenaye popped out from around the corner in a cute little witches costume.

“Look at you!” I said, making her smile. Jenaye ran up and hugged my legs.

“Did you pee?” Carol asked.

“Oh, I’m fine,” I said. Carol chuckled.

“I meant the little one.”

“Oh, obviously,” I blushed.

“Yes, mommy, I peed,” Jenaye responded, eager to get outside.

“Are you sure? You don't have anything left in there?” Carol asked her.

“Yessssss I’m suuuuuure,” Jenaye replied.

“Are you sure you don’t want a pull-up? Just in case?”

“No pull-up!”

“You don’t want to have an accident in your costume, do you?”

“I won’t, mommy!” Jenaye groaned.

“Okay, fine. You two have fun then! I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” Carol hugged Jenaye and allowed her to come outside. She grabbed my hand and started pulling me away.

“See you later!” I turned to say as I was dragged away from the house. Carol waved and closed the door behind her.

“We’re going to go to all the houses in the city!” Jenaye announced.

“Well, we’ll do our best; let’s start with the neighbourhood first, though, okay?” I replied.

“Okaaaay.”

As we walked up to the first house and Jenaye announced “Trick or treat,” I suddenly started to feel the alcohol. Not necessarily drunk, but slightly woozy and with an urge to pee. It wasn’t much, but it was enough of a discomfort that I noticed it and worried, considering how early in the night we were.

House after house, my desperation built, and suddenly, even Jenaye could notice.

“You’re walking funny,” she commented.

“Hm? Uh, nope!” I fibbed and stopped walking with my legs so tight together for a moment.

“Yeah, you are; that’s the peepee walk. Mommy says I do it too. It means you need to peepee!”

“I’m alright; thanks Jenaye,” I replied.

“Well, don’t lie, you don’t want to have an accident,” Jenaye said, impersonating her mother.

“I’m fine. Hey, how full is your bag now?” I asked. Jenaye opened her bag and revealed it was only half full.

“We can go home, and you can peepee, then I can leave all this candy at home, and we can go to even more houses!” Jenaye offered. It was a compelling suggestion, but my need to pee was priority number two. Priority number one was to get this trick or treating over with, so I could get to the party ASAP.

“No, I’ll be fine, just go up to that house.”

“Awe, darn,” Jenaye groaned as I urged her up the walkway of another house.

My discomfort only grew in the houses to follow, and before long, I was starting to sweat from the anxiety of wetting myself. The pain was horrible, and suddenly, a little spurt of pee dribbled out into my bright pink leotard. The colour left my cheeks, and my hands shot between my legs. I looked around at the kids and parents, wondering if anyone saw me.

“Are you okay?” Jenaye asked, startling me.

“I’m fine. You know, I think that’s enough candy now. Let’s work our way back--”

“No way! This is not even close to enough! My bag isn’t full!” Jenaye complained.

“I’ll buy you some candy sweetie, please can we turn back?” I reached for Jenayes hand, and her gaze looked at my crotch.

“Are you going to have an accident?” Jenaye asked bluntly. I looked around and smiled at the dads walking by with their kids who were in earshot.

“No, but we do have to go.” I urged.

“No.” Jenaye crossed her arms and pouted. Another spurt of pee trickled out of me, and I could feel the warmth of it in my hand.

“Please, Jenaye, I will do anything. Can we please just go?” I begged.

“I don’t want to go! I want more candy!”

“I know you want more candy sweetie, but I just really need to get back right now.”

“Because you’re going to have an accident?”

I looked around then knelt beside Jenaye. “Yes, okay? Is that what you want to hear? If I don’t get back soon, I am going to have a very bad accident. So please, can we go?”

Jenaye contemplated. “You said anything I want?”

“Anything you want, sweetheart, please, I-” A spurt of pee hissed out into my clothes, and I had to fight to stop the flow. My head shot down to look at the damage, and I could see pee trickles leaving streaks down my legs.

“Okay, deal,” Jenaye said. With that, I picked her up and started hauling ass back to my Aunt’s house. I took every shortcut imaginable, and still, it didn’t feel any faster. More pee dribbled out as I walked, and I was certain that people noticed as I hurried by them.

Finally, I saw Carol’s house. I picked up my pace in the final stretch, but just as we got to the steps, I felt something in my pelvis drop.

“Trick or treat!” Jenaye called out, and Carol opened the door.

“Girls! You’re back early, did something-” Carol started saying before she saw my legs. Piss was flooding out of me with a fury, and I couldn’t stop it. The hiss of the warm stream against my tight pink leggings could be heard over the busy street of trick or treaters, and the puddle I left under my feet was enormous.

“Uh oh!” Jenaye giggled. “Mommy, does this mean she has to wear a pull-up now?”

“Oh, don’t be silly; big girls have accidents too. Come inside, hun.” Carol replied.

“Well, she did say she would do whatever I wanted….” Jenaye said with a smirk.