female Juniper Triplets Saga

[Lost Loli]

Hello everybody and welcome to the main thread that will house all of my Juniper Triplets works! Those who are familiar with the series (or have read the focus stories I've done for each of the girls) will know exactly what will be featured here. Those who know my even older works would also notice the drastic change that has occurred in the many years between when my last chapter to the old version on a different site was posted and the present day. This rewrite won't be chapter based like the original but rather a non-sequential series of stand alone stories following the day to day lives of the girls. The events won't generally tie in to one another but may have references between them/be set relatively close together. My reasoning for changing out the style is because I find myself gradually starting to feel like I have to pump out chapters rather than write because I want to, which causes me to not want to muster up the will to write as it'll renew the cycle. Having stand-alones removes this as each will have a definite conclusion to the 'arc' and not be left on a cliff hanger. This, in turn, opens up more opportunities for me to pursue story ideas as and when I come up with them rather than attempting to fit them into a set narrative which might not have a free space until much later down the line. All the stories posted in this thread will be ported over to the Blogs section after a couple of days so feel free to chat between them and maybe offer up some ideas for more triplets antics if you have them.

Anyway, let's get started with the grand revival of the Juniper Triplets!

(Footnote: The Carrie Focus story will have it's own topic like the others. I have just done things a little out of order with this, so stay tuned for that!)

Edited July 8, 2020 by Lost Loli
Footnote about my lack of self-control with continuity.

[Lost Loli]

To kick-start this thread, here's the first of the new stories! Many thanks to @Lord Sakefor proofreading!

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An odd day...

A cacophonous din of three alarm clocks going off at once startled Melissa from her surprisingly deep sleep. Silencing the closest alarm first, the still groggy girl briefly noticed that she’d left her phone right next to her pillow, which was rather unusual for her. The next thing that immediately drew her attention was the fact that the time was ten past eight in the morning, which was an entire hour and ten minutes after her first alarm had been intended to go off. Realisation finally dawned on her that she’d overslept something chronic and was twenty minutes away from being late to school. Hastily quietening the din of the other two alarm clocks spaced apart in her room, Melissa yanked off her sleepwear and sprinted into her en-suite bathroom to dash through her usual morning routine. Combining her shower and morning teeth cleaning, she managed to shave all of a few minutes off her tasks. It’d take a lot more to not be late, but she had hope for now.

After a rapid shower and even quicker drying, the frazzled girl grabbed her school swimsuit and unhooked her uniform from the clothes rack in her wardrobe. Putting her skills of quick-changing to the test, Melissa first changed into her swimsuit before putting her uniform on over it. She then collected up her school bags and bolted out of her room, through the house to the entrance hall and out the front door. Thankfully, her usual ride to school was all ready and waiting for her just outside, which was quite the blessing for her. Climbing into the rear seating of the car, Melissa instructed her chauffeur to drive as fast as they could while sticking to the speed limit. During the drive, she quickly checked through her bags to see if she’d forgotten anything. From what she could tell, she had everything she needed, including a pair of underwear to change into once swimming was done. She must’ve taken the time to prepare the previous evening.

With little more than two minutes to spare, the car pulled up outside of Rose Creek Academy. Thanking her chauffeur for their efficiency, Melissa left the car and ran towards the building that housed her form room. Much to her relief, she stepped through the door to the room not a second before the final warning bell rang. She’d made it in time! However, she couldn’t help but feel like she’d forgotten something. Regardless, it must not have been that important if she couldn’t remember it. Sitting down at her desk, Melissa caught her breath as the register was called out and form time commenced.

Throughout the next half-hour, Melissa couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. Usually, she woke up way before her first alarm was even set to go off and, on the odd occasions she’d slept through the first, the second alarm always woke her up. Never before had she slept through all three of her alarms. On top of that, she had a niggling doubt at the back of her mind that she’d not done something she should have. As she puzzled over this, the thing she’d forgotten made itself known in the form of a sharp pang in her bladder. In all her haste, she’d forgotten to use the toilet before rushing out of the house. She could bite the bullet and ask to be excused, but as her first lesson was a couple of minutes away she doubted she’d be allowed to go. In addition, she had her swimsuit on rather than a pair of underwear and one-pieces weren’t exactly easy to pull aside. It wasn’t that bad at the moment, at least, so perhaps she could power through until after first period?

Form time ended and the class went off to their first lesson of the day. Swimming shaped up to be quite the difficult task in Melissa’s current predicament. If being close to water wasn’t bad enough, she had to submerge herself into the cold liquid in order to fulfil the lesson objectives. Over the course of the lesson things got gradually more and more difficult for poor Melissa. No matter what she did to try and take her mind off the quickly growing pressure in her abdomen, the pangs refused to subside and actually got progressively worse as time went on. This abnormality helped to support her earlier ideas that something was definitely not right with how the day had panned out so far. Things had been working out in a way that was too orderly. She didn’t remember packing her bags the previous evening, yet everything was there as it should’ve been; not to mention how there was no traffic on the roads, despite it being peak hours for work commuters. The more she thought on this, the stronger the pain in her bladder became until it reached the point where she was openly holding herself under the water and nobody seemed to notice. Just what was going on today?

Almost as if on cue to deter her train of thought, the swimming lesson came to an end. Testing a theory while also trying to not flood herself, Melissa kept her left hand firmly clenched around her crotch and didn’t leave the pool until everybody else had already vacated it. She thought she heard some hushed chatter coming from a few of her classmates that were in front of her but, for some reason, she didn’t feel the slightest bit of embarrassment. Usually, she’d be mortified by the prospect of being the butt of discussion for doing something that could tarnish her reputation, but this time she felt nothing aside from the painful weight in her lower regions. Maybe this was…?

Before she could even entertain that thought, a strong jet of warm pee erupted from between her fingers. Gasping in shock, Melissa dashed past all the other students and made an immediate beeline to the toilet stalls, leaking droplet of pee with every step. Too caught up in her desperation, Melissa failed to notice that the droplets weren’t making a single sound upon hitting the tiled flooring. Slamming the cubicle door behind her, she didn’t even bother pulling her swimsuit aside and instead opted to just pee straight through it into the toilet. Releasing an elated sigh of relief, Melissa allowed her bladder to empty itself into the toilet. Warmth spread across her crotch as her expelled fluids tried to find points of weakness to flood out of. Once again, something was wrong with how this was all going on. Cautiously looking down at her groin, she noticed that her pee stream was definitely hitting the water in the bowl below and creating ripples but there was no accompanying sound. Plus, for some odd reason her left side started getting warmer and warmer as well.

Oh no…..

 

Awaking with a start to a cacophony of two alarms, Melissa was a little too late to stop what had already transpired. Whimpering as tears pricked at her eyes, she could only stay put as her bladder finished emptying itself onto her bed covers. As much as she hated to admit it, there was no way she could’ve prevented this from happening and would’ve only caused more damage if she’d tried to head into her bathroom. Sobbing gently, she turned off her bedside alarm and silenced the one that was coming from her phone, which had somehow been left next to her pillow, much like it had been in her dream. Some things were different though, aside from her wetting her bed. For one, it was half seven in the morning, which left her with a good deal more time than she had in her dream. The other thing of note was that she had a streaming app open on a video titled ‘Easy sleep hypnosis. A must have for those sleepless nights’. Now it all came back to her. She remembered hearing about a sleep aid video in form time the previous day and wanted to test it out herself. On the plus side, it definitely worked, the downside was it worked a little too well. The current state of her quickly cooling sodden bed sheets stood as testament to that, as did the telltale map-like stain that she'd have to explain to the maids. What a way to start her day…

[Lindzthe angel]

Loved that story it was a very enjoyable read

[Lost Loli]

Once more I'm unable to do things in the order I intended because my brain just likes throwing curve-balls and making it so I have to rejig my plans. Anyway, here's Cleo's first attempt at doing what Casey does best. The poor girl needs some practice, but at least she's able to bounce back from failure. Thanks to @Lord Sakefor the proofreading. Credit to @MasterXploderfor the original inspiration for this story.

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When in doubt, hold out

As the once-blue sky over Rose Creek’s park took on a steady orange hue, the previously comforting breeze had grown slightly colder which, in turn, started to rouse Cleo from her slumber. Shivering at the sudden change in temperature, her eyes gently fluttered open. Rising to a sitting position, a small yawn escaped her as she rubbed her eyes. The once-bustling park was now rather quiet, with only a fraction of the people there compared to how it was earlier. Curious as to how long she’d been asleep, Cleo checked the time on her phone and discovered that it was nearing half past five. Deciding that it was time to head home she brushed herself down and attempted to leave the park. However, it turned out that her body had other ideas. A strong pressure in her abdomen, accompanied by a shiver down her spine, alerted her to the fact she’d better take care of something else first. Having broke the seal before lunch, she didn’t want to risk getting caught short before she made it home, so the park toilets would have to suffice once more. Putting her jacket on to combat the worst of the breeze, Cleo made her way over towards the park toilets.

Upon reaching her destination, Cleo’s heart sank as she saw the sign draped across the entrance to the toilets. It appeared she was a little too late on that front, as the ladies’ toilets were closed. From the faint sound of movement she could hear coming from inside them, they were currently being cleaned before officially being out of commission for the day. Cautiously glancing to her left, Cleo noticed that they hadn’t got around to cleaning the men’s toilets yet. Frustrated by the poor sense of humour that the cosmos had, she wanted to just carry on with her original plan of getting home and then going but, once more, her bladder didn’t think the same. It had actually gotten more insistent, almost as if it knew she was no more than a few feet away from where it could get its relief. It sent twinges and pangs through her body, voicing its discontent with her ignoring it, and had reached the point where it was threatening to make its displeasure more noticeable. Hating herself for picking watermelon slices and iced tea for lunch, a red-faced Cleo considered heading into the men’s toilets and seeing if she could get away with using them. Sure, there wasn’t anybody around that could see her committing this heinous act, but that didn’t help to quell the shame she’d feel for resorting to it. Although, regardless of the heavy mental blocks she put into place, her body still rebelled and sent a warm spurt into her panties, prompting her to gasp and shoot both her hands down to stem the flow. There was no avoiding it now, she either went now or risked flooding herself on the way home. Swallowing her embarrassment, Cleo entered the men’s toilets.

To her surprise, they didn’t look as bad as people made them out to be. The worst things she could pick out were the strong chemical smell coming from the urinal that lined the left hand wall and the amount of graffiti on the two cubicles at the back. With her heart racing, Cleo cautiously crept through the toilets to the cubicles, gently nudging the door of the first one she saw open with her foot. Much to her displeasure, the state of the toilet inside the cubicle was far worse than she anticipated. Overall, it looked relatively serviceable if she wanted to line it with reams of toilet paper, however the dispenser inside had absolutely no paper left in it. Trying her luck with the other cubicle, Cleo was met with disappointment once more as the door itself seemed to be jammed shut. She gathered that, with enough force, she could probably shove it open, but at the moment applying any kind of force to anything except holding back the tides was at the far back of her mind. In a last ditch effort, Cleo turned towards the sinks, hoping and praying that they were low enough for some inventive use. Yet again, her plan was foiled as the sinks were a little too high and far too shallow for anything except the washing of hands. Left with no other options and a bladder threatening to burst at any given moment, Cleo had to do the unthinkable…

...she had to use the urinal.

Not once did Cleo ever think she’d need to try and emulate Casey’s embarrassing means of taking care of these kinds of needs. She remembered her sister experimenting with peeing while standing way back in an attempt at having a much faster and slightly more efficient way of dealing with a pressing urge while away from any normal means of relief. Back then, Cleo couldn’t even imagine herself ever having to do the same without there being an apocalypse that put all the regular toilets out of use, but now here she was standing in front of a urinal in the middle of the men’s toilets while pulling down her shorts and panties. If anyone walked in on her now she was certain she’d die of embarrassment long before she even had a chance to explain herself. If worst came to worst, at least the urinal was the kind that stretched all the way down to the floor, so aiming wasn’t that important.

Or so she thought…

Closing her eyes to block out what she was doing, Cleo leaned her hips forward until her knees were slightly bent and then tried to relax her bladder. Seconds passed and nothing came out, contrary to how she felt before trying to go. Pushing a little harder, Cleo heard the sound of liquid drumming against what she hoped was the urinal itself. This only lasted a second or two after the initial push and then a much more devastating sound of something pattering against cloth filled her ears as warm rivulets snaked down her legs. In a moment of panic, Cleo’s eyes shot open and her fears were confirmed. Instead of going where it should be, her stream was heading straight downwards onto her underwear and shorts.

“NONONONONONONONONONONONO!”

She tried to fix her standing position but ended up messing up her footing, which sent her tumbling forward. Through sheer desperation, her reaction time quickened enough so she could stop herself from faceplanting the wall by letting go of the base of her t-shirt and instead pressing her hands against the wall above the urinal to support herself. During this time, her river was still running strong, bathing her shorts, panties and the base of her t-shirt before sending splashes up the back of her legs as it splattered onto the floor behind her. Since everything had turned into a disaster, Cleo felt like giving up and just letting nature takes its course there and then, consequences be damned. Although, a small smidgen of hope remained. Pushing herself upright, ignoring how her clothes were getting drenched once more, Cleo turned so she was now facing the sinks and changed her position to a standing squat, her rear hovering precariously close to the back of the urinal. This mitigated the worst of it as her pee was going pretty much where it should be. Why didn’t she think of doing this first?!

Cruel irony played its part once more as what little remained in Cleo’s bladder began to trickle out into drips, making it so her position change was worthless as the damage was done. Shaking her hips from side to side, she drip dried the best she could before taking stock of the situation. As she feared, her shorts and panties were beyond saving. They’d taken the worst of the flood and, despite making it, it looked like she’d actually wet herself. Her socks and shoes weren’t that important at the moment and hadn’t really gotten that wet. Her legs, on the other hand, would need wiping down with tissue paper to make it so they didn’t glisten in the light and feel horribly wet. The least affected part was the base of her t-shirt which, while damp, had avoided pretty much everything. The only completely dry part of her clothing was her jacket, which she took great solace in. Pulling her sodden shorts and panties back up to their normal position, Cleo stepped over the small puddle she’d left on the floor and washed her hands at the sink. After drying both her hands and her legs off with the paper towels, she removed her jacket and tied it around her waist to hide the telltale marks on her shorts.

“Well, it could’ve been worse I guess.” She tried to console herself. “At least nobody will see it...”

Edited July 21, 2020 by Lost Loli
Credit where credit is due

[Lindzthe angel]

That was a very enjoyable story I loved it 

[Lost Loli]

I exist once more (somewhat at least). Rather than do the long list of already existing prompts I had for additional entries, I did something different. Again. Those looking for wet ends will unfortunately not find one in this entry, as I'm not that evil to my characters when they're in public places. I am sure some people will know the struggles of having to sit through long movies at the cinema without many options for a quick trip to the toilets, and we also get to see the return of irresponsible snack drink decisions. Many thanks to @Lord Sake for proofreading. Without further delay:

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Hold (in) the line!

An all-too-familiar sight of several people standing outside the toilet door greeted the trio as they left the screen room. A varied number of mixed responses, ranging from despair to annoyance preluded their eventual resignation to bring the number of waiting people up to eight.

"Can't say I didn't expect this." Carrie sighed.
"I'd say we should just ditch the line and head home, but I don't think that's an option," Casey interjected with a shrug.
"This isn't fair! I told you we should've gotten an aisle seat," Cleo complained with a whimper as she squeezed her legs together tighter.
"Didn't you get up halfway through the movie?" Carrie questioned. "A teacup can hold more than you."
"I think you're being generous there. A thimble's probably a more accurate estimate." Casey joined in the teasing with a chuckle.

Cleo didn't even both responding to the baiting of her sisters and instead focused on making sure she wouldn't leave a puddle for the cleaners to have to mop up. Sure, maybe an Extra-Large drink wasn't the best idea she'd ever had, but it was justified! The movie was three hours long, and that's not including the advertisements that always happened before them. Besides, it's not like the others were much better off than her, or at least she hoped so. The location itself was at fault as well! Who's bright idea was it to only have six stalls in a place where loads of people are likely going to be spending a lot of time? Maybe she should complain...

... Or maybe not. It'd be too embarrassing to.

"Stand up straight. You're embarrassing yourself, and us," Carrie quietly ordered Cleo, who was presently hunched over with both her hands squeezing at her denim shorts.
"B-but-!" The girl in question tried to protest when she noticed that the younger members of the line ahead of them weren't even as fidgety as she was. With a whine, she slowly stood up straight. Her legs remained crossed as she gently swayed her hips side to side.

For all of Carrie's insistence, even she wasn't exactly being as composed as one might expect. The quiet tapping of her feet attested to this. Out of all of them, only Casey looked to be mostly unaffected by their current predicament. Thankfully, the line reduced by two after a couple of minutes waiting. Just the mother and her daughters ahead of them and then at least one of them could go in.

"Can't I go first? Please?" Cleo pleaded.
"No. You can wait," Came the curt response from Carrie.
"But I don't think I can wait!"
"It's your own fault, so you can deal with the consequences."

Cleo attempted to express her disapproval with a glare, coupled with folding her arms across her chest, but that was cut short as she let out a quiet yelp. Removing her hands from their defensive position was pretty dumb of her. Back there they go, and there goes the belt buckle, the button and the zipper on her shorts. A little better,  but still far from good enough. It's not like she could hide how full she was at present, since her top didn't even cover her midriff. Another poor idea, in hindsight, since the exposure made it harder to maintain control.

"If you keep squirming around like that your shorts will fall down." Casey cautioned.
"If I stand still there'd be much bigger problems," Cleo countered. The minor embarrassment from having the waistband of her underwear seen was nothing compared to sporting wet shorts, and having to call for a lift home rather than taking the bus. 

The next couple of minutes felt like hours to Cleo as she frantically tried to keep her tides at bay. Squirming lost its effect, so she changed to hopping from foot to foot, leading to quiet squeaks from her trainers. Carrie still fared slightly better than her, even if her posture had become more stiff and her glances towards the toilet door became more frequent. Casey mostly managed to maintain her composure, but even the position of her legs had shifted to being a good deal closer together. Finally, the line went down some more and the three of them were next up. Although none of them voiced their opinion, it was clear from the looks on their faces that they hoped it wouldn't be a much longer wait, for various reasons.

"Please...I'm at my limit." A teary eyed Cleo begged to be moved up in line.

Carrie considered her options before giving a response. It's not like Cleo was the only one of them that had to go badly.

"Fine...but I'm not moving just yet," She eventually responded, leading to a look of relief washing over Cleo's face. She silently hoped that the pair who went in earlier would leave at the same time so technically there wouldn't even be a need to switch places.

Time felt like it was passing at a snail's pace as the triplets eagerly watched in anticipation for the door to open. So close, so very close...
Why was it taking so long? Hurry up!
Did the door just-!? No, probably not...
Wait...YES!

A single person left the toilet and Cleo's glance immediately shot towards Carrie, who reluctantly kept to her agreement earlier and gave a nod towards he expectant onlooker. She didn't need telling twice as Carrie only just managed to step out of the way before being barrelled over by a rogue Cleo-shaped missile. A flash of pink decorated by purple hearts could faintly be seen above the dark blue of her shorts as she disappeared into the toilets. In an almost taunting way, a pair of women left the toilets shorty after Cleo dashed in, leading to a much more normal (if slightly quicker) entrance from the two left waiting. Finally, it was over, and it looked like everyone got off pretty well, considering. No puddles to report... maybe.

All the waiting just made the outcome even better and, despite how Cleo had a jump start on the others, there wasn't much time between each of them finishing.

"Next time we're definitely getting an aisle seat," Carrie insisted as she washed her hands. "And you're banned from getting Extra-Large drink sizes, Cleo."
"It wouldn't have been so bad if I was allowed to go during the credits," Cleo retorted from her position over at the dryer.
"Any Superhero fan knows that there're always after credit scenes," Casey cut in as she dried her hands as well.
"Yeah, all of about five seconds or something. That's what the Blu-Rays or at-home streaming is for."

The debate about the benefits of home viewing continued even as the trio finished up in the toilets and left the cinema. Carrie remained uninvolved as her sisters voiced their respective views on the way to the bus stop. 

[Lindzthe angel]

Loved that it was a very enjoyable read