The weatherman said it was going to be a hot one. High in the 90s and sunny all week long. Everybody would complain about the heat, but I couldn't be happier. I enjoy the summer time, and love being able to go outside, even if I end up getting a bit sweaty.
Summer clothes are more comfortable, the sun feels nice on your skin, and the girls always appear more attractive...Besides, with a lazy week and hot weather, there's nothing better to do than lay out by the pool. I couldn't wait.
Boy was he right too--when Monday came, it was 85 before I had even had breakfast. By the time my parents left for work, I could feel the 90 degree mark rapidly approaching. I stepped outside and inhaled the hot summer air. It would be a good week.
Noon came before I changed out of my pajamas. I sat lazily watching TV, building up the motivation to move outside to the pool. Finally, when the daytime TV shows took over, I got up to grab my suit.
With my sunglasses, towel, and a good book, I walked out back to relax the rest of the day.
It really was hot. It seemed I hadn't been sitting for more than a minute when beads of sweat began to form on my brow. The sun beated down on me and its rays warmed my skin. I love summer.
When it became unbearable, I jumped in the pool. Just a quick dip to cool off, then back to the lounge: a routine I would repeat indefinitely for the rest of the day.
At 1:00 I head the back door slide open. Kelly was finally awake.
"Andrew?" She called out.
I peeked around the chair, and lifted my sunglasses to respond to her, "Yeah? I'm here."
"Oh cool. I'm coming out in a minute! Did you want anything to drink?"
My savior! I knew I had forgotten something, and had become parched without any refreshment.
"Yes please!" I responded enthusiastically.
"K!" She smiled, and closed the door to get our refreshments.
It took her longer than I thought it should have, but soon enough, Kelly popped out the door wrapped in a robe and carrying a cooler. It looked like she had similar plans for her day, and came prepared.
"Sorry," she said, taking the seat next to mine "had to change first."
She set the cooler between us and lifted the lid. Ice, water, and corona, even a plate of lime wedges sat on top of it all. Kelly had thought of everything.
"Awesome! Thanks Kelly!" I said, grabbing a water and a beer from the cooler.
She tossed me the opener and I cracked it open, handing it to her before grabbing myself one.
"Thanks."
I am only nineteen, and Kelly's a year younger, but our parents allowed us a few beers for laying out by the pool, so long as we didn't go overboard. After all, it's really perfect for such a hot relaxing day.
I took a wonderfully refreshing gulp as Kelly disrobed to her blue bikini. I couldn't help but glance at her behind my sunglasses. She was very attractive. But I didn't allow myself to dwell on such thoughts, and I quickly dove back into my book.
Kelly took a minute to get settled down, but soon enough, she was relaxing too. The beer quelled the heat for a while, but with my bottle empty the sweat began to bead again. Time for another dip.
"I'm getting in," I told Kelly as I stood up from my chair.
"Okay," she said, barely looking up from her book.
I looked down at her for a moment getting up, and found naughty thoughts returning to my mind. Sweat had began to bead on Kelly as well, and the effect was incredibly alluring. Her tan skin glistened in the sun, and the contours of her bikini didn't leave much to the imagination.
Her breasts sat beautifully in the cups of her top, their petite but proportionate shapes glowing in the light, and her bottoms seemed just a bit too tight. With her dark hair framing her face, sunglasses, and long slender legs, how could such thoughts not come to mind?
But again, it was only an instant I allowed myself to imagine, before pulling myself back. "The heat is getting to me," I thought, and jumped in the pool as quickly as possible.
"Ahh. Refreshing." I thought as the water soothed my body and my mind. I was back in my head, ready to relax, and without a hint of a boner.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked, feeling confident that those thoughts would not return.
"No, I'm good," Kelly replied as she cracked open another beer.
It was gone by the time I got out, and suddenly I felt like I had to catch up. I grabbed another for me and for her as I dripped my way back to my chair.
"Thanks!" She said cheerily. I think she was starting to get buzzed.
More beer, and more reading. That's how the day went for a while. Until we were through the six pack and had moved onto water. That's when nature called.
Three beers and a bottle of water, I'm surprised I wasn't bursting at the seams. I'm surprised Kelly, with her petite body and similarly petite bladder hadn't wet herself, but she sat seemingly content, enthralled in her book.
"Oh well," I thought, and got up to take a leak.
"I'm going in real quick. Want me to grab anything?" I asked.
"Ummm, I think I'm okay," Kelly said only briefly looking up.
"Cool," I said before heading inside with some urgency.
At the toilet, I peed like seabiscuit, and took a moment to enjoy the air conditioning.
Outside, I could see Kelly through the window, relaxed and reading, working her way through another bottle of water. I thought briefly about how she couldn't possibly not have to pee after drinking that much water, and then even more briefly about her wetting herself.
It was a quick thought, a fleeting thought, but it made my heart (and another thing) jump. It was weirdly sexyt, and I subconsciousy grabbed my suddenly horny cock through my suit as I walked down the stairs, even while I tried to shake the feeling out of my head.
Again, as I sat back down, I was back in my head, ready to sweat and swim some more.
And sweat I did. Before long, the heat had gotten to me again and I had to get in the pool. This time, Kelly stood up as I did.
I guess she was getting in too.
We both slid in the side. And treaded water to the middle, where we stayed laughing and remarking about how refreshing the water felt. Kelly seemed very bubbly, I think it was definitely the heat and the beer, but it made me happy. Her smile always got to me, with her cute little cheeks and plump red lips.
But then she got still. Very still. She treaded water, but seemed to become focussed, tense even. I stopped too, perplexed, and tried to figure out if she was alright. And then she relaxed--and I felt it. Warmth, incredibly hot, fluid warmth, a shock against my legs in juxtaposition to the cold pool water.
Oh my god. Kelly was peeing. In the pool. What the fuck. I was shocked, and confused, and--turned on? What? Why was this not grossing me out? I mean, sure I might have done it too when I was younger, but my sister was peeing in the pool, basically on my leg. I should have been jumping out of the pool as fast as I could, but I didn't. I couldn't.
My heart raced as I realized what she was doing, and my cock turned to stone. It was so wrong, so dirty, but so carnal, sensual, and sexy. My sister was releasing herself in the pool and I wanted it. I treaded towards her, closing the 2 foot gap between us, swimming towards the warmth as it emerged from my sister's most private part.
I got as close as I could, treading so my leg was basically between hers, where it was hot, steaming, but only for a moment, before her trance was broken, and she swam away. At the edge of the pool she climbed out and walked back to her chair. I stared at her as she did.
In my confusion and shock I allowed myself to gawk. Her bikini clung to her body, accentuating the globes of her ass as she climbed out. I throbbed a very confused boner in the pool, basking in the remnants of my sister's piss until the temperature of the water was uniform once more.
And when it was, I was sad. But I was glad that it was in a cognitive dissonant mindfuck that plagued me until my dick deflated. And that took a while. When it finally did, I climbed out too, averting my eyes from Kelly until I could hide behind my book.
I tried my damnedest to distract myself with the story, but the fuse had been lit, and infatuation ensued. I guess this is how fetishes are born.
I spent the rest of the day not relaxed, but horny, going back in forth between imagining Kelly's damp bikini bottoms, what lied beneath them, golden showers, and trying to read text on a page.
As afternoon began to shift to evening, I had had enough and brought my things back inside. Up to the bathroom I went, and with a swiftly locked door, my laptop, and noise-covering shower, I was pumping away to movies of desperation and wetting, indulging my new found pleasure.
I figured it was the pissing that did it for me, but even the most attractive of actors became surrogates for my desires for Kelly. In my mind I was thinking of her.
It was at that moment that I knew I needed more, and so my plans begun. I spent the rest of the day reclused in my room, dreaming and scheming and masturbating in between. By night I had figured out my plan, and over the next week I would put in into action.
One more tug on my aching member, and I went to bed. It was early, but the sooner I slept the sooner I could bask in Kelly's "warmth" again.
I woke up early and guilty. I was ashamed of what I felt for Kelly, and even more ashamed that I had spent so much time obsessing over it last night. I thought the night's sleep had given me some clarity, but all it took was one quick daydream to bring back all my desires, and though I tried to convince myself I didn't want to, I began to put my plans into action.
I went downstairs already in my swimsuit, and after a quick breakfast I grabbed the cooler. I filled it with ice, and put another six pack in it. With the addition of some water bottles and a lime, I was set.
The weatherman said it would be a hot week, and If I knew Kelly, that meant she'd be out by the pool every day of it. So now I just had to wait.
And wait I did. I knew I was out there early, so Kelly would probably be a while, but the moments ticked away as slow as they could in my anticipation. When I finally I heard the door slide open, I jumped to crack a beer before Kelly got to her seat.
As she reclined, I handed it to her.
"Thanks!" She smiled, apparently flattered that I would be so kind.
"Sure thing sis," I replied with genuine and new kind of affection.
She sighed, "Ahh, what a nice week, huh?"
I agreed with her, and smiled as she draped her robe beneath her almost naked body.
I didn't have a book this time. I decided it would be futile to try and read so I just decided I'd give in to my daydreams. As time passed though, I found I could truly relax though every time Kelly would prop up a leg, or reach for the sunscreen, I'd find myself admiring her.
As she took her last sip from beer number one, I cracked another and handed it to her. Of course, I had one for myself too (didn't want to seem too suspicious). And then, I gave her a third.
It was early afternoon Kelly sipped the last of our beer, and I traded her a water for her empty bottle. She gave me a brief look, quizzical, or confused, but I assured her all was fine.
"It's hot. You've got to stay hydrated." And with that I cheersed her with my water, and took a big gulp.
By this time, I could feel the fullness in my own bladder, and knew she'd have to go soon. I wanted to go use the bathroom myself, but I couldn't miss Kelly's routine, or what I hoped was a routine.
And soon enough, my waiting paid off. About halfway through her water Kelly stood up. Sweat dripped from her torso as she did, and the material of her bikini clung to her ass. I stared as she adjusted it.
"I think I'll get in too," I said before getting up from my own chair. I rather jumped, but didn't want to seem too anxious so I walked aloofly behind her until she got in.
Like the previous day, she treaded to the middle of the pool, and I treaded behind her, trying to make small talk, laughing, and getting her to laugh. And then she got still again. I carefully treaded close to her, trying so seem ignorant to her dirty activities, until I felt it again--a current of heat rushed from Kelly over my submerged torso and legs.
Kelly seemed focussed on the relief so I treaded a bit closer, feeling my leg briefly brush against hers. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I wanted more. I took a breath and dropped below the surface of the water and opened my eyes to the stinging chlorine.
The pain was worth it. As the submarine view came into focus my head was level with Kelly's pelvis. Underwater I felt safe and allowed myself to stare unabashedly at her immaculate form. The material of her bottoms was tight, held against her by the pressure of the water.
Her tanned torso rose above it and her legs below. At the point where the two joined, I could make out her mound, the soft but firm flesh that rested at her pelvis like a peach. And below that, a faint dark line, apparent through the slightly transparent material that indicated her slit.
And I could see it. Subtle, but there, hot golden nectar emerging from Kelly's cunt. It swirled and merged with the pool water like heat-waves. I could see it emanating from her core, as she released all of the fluid she had no doubt been holding in for quite some time.
I dared to bob closer, only just, so as not to seem suspicious. But it was enough. I merged with the waves coming from Kelly and felt the warmth on my face. It was Kelly's warmth. It was carnal and intimate, and it drove me wild.
Eventually, my need for breath grew and I reluctantly rose to the surface and tried to act innocent.
Kelly didn't seem any wiser. She stayed still for a moment longer before swimming to the edge again and hopping out.
I couldn't wait this time. I jumped out of the pool, trying to hide my hardon as my swimsuit clug to me. I basically ran inside. And when I was out of view, my cock is in hand. I shot my load quickly with the fresh memory of Kelly's crotch on a loop in my head.
With the added sensation of my own desperation the orgasm was particularly intense, but lead to an unpleasant need to pee when the pleasure was over. I stood over the john trying to pee as my boner refused to subside, until finally I got my own relief.
Then I went back outside.
"Where'd you go?" Kelly interrogated upon my return.
"Had to pee," I said, suddenly feeling caught. But there's no way she could have known.
"I'm surprised you haven't had to go," I followed with a subtle knowing tone, freeing myself from any accusations.
Kelly just smiled, though it seemed like she may have felt "caught" too.
I laid back, satisfied for the moment until we went in for the day.
The next morning, I was ready again with the cooler. The sun was out, bright as ever, and I trotted out to my chair to resume my activities. I brought with me, in addition to the usual items, a spray bottle, which I would say was to help stay cool, but I figured I could use it to remind Kelly of her "need."
This second day I felt more confident. It was easier to relax laying there, even if my mind was still flooded with images of my sister peeing. I almost fell asleep at one point, but was able to remain awake until Kelly finally showed up.
It took a while too. It was noon before she came out, and I had actually had a sinking feeling that she wouldn't be joining me today, but my worries were washed away quickly with the familiar sound of that sliding door.
Out she came in the same blue bikini, only this time without the cover up. She wore no robe as she walked from the house to her chair. It was a treat to watch her walk, as she smiled on her way over.
Once again I handed her a beer before she had the chance to sit down, and once again she thanked me kindly. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. It was warm and loving. If only she knew.
She laid back and opened up her book. I stayed sitting up, not being able to help myself from admiring her. Her skin looked so soft, so perfectly tanned. Her form likewise was perfect. I wanted her.
Apparently I had let my eyes linger too long. Kelly looked up from her book.
"Yes?"
"Nothing. Just thinking," I said mindlessly.
I took my seat. Kelly returned to her book, and for a while we relaxed until Kelly finished her beer. And just like the day before, when she did, I handed her another. And then another.
She was drinking them fast today. She must have been thirsty. Maybe it was hotter. It felt like it. I had been misting myself with the squirt bottle every few minutes, and it was actually working quite well.
Kelly chuckled every time I did. She called me a dork for using it, in that teasing sibling way. I sprayed her with it in return.
"Don't you dare or I will take it from you!" she retorted, though the smiled as she did.
Hmmm. That gave me an idea...but she hadn't had quite enough to drink yet. I handed her a water after her third beer.
She really must have been thirsty. She drank half of it in one chug. And very quickly finished the rest. I was ready with another.
If my previous experiences were any gauge, she was getting ready for her routine. Her bladder must be nearing its limit, but I wanted to push her. So as she took a sip from her bottle, I began to make small talk.
I tried to make it sound like I was just bored, bringing up random topics and questions for her to think about, letting her time to empty the bottle into her self. And it worked.
We sat chatting about this and that, and Kelly sipped her water. It was out of habit. There's no way she could be thirsty after all of that fluid, but it's like when you're at a restaurant and they keep filling your water before the food arrives, you've got nothing better to do, so you drink it.
And soon enough she was halfway through her third. I knew she would HAVE to go soon, so I waited in the heat.
I took out the spray bottle and misted myself again. Kelly laughed.
My response was to spray her. She looked over angrily, but teasing. I sprayed her again.
"Andrew!"
I smiled, "fine."
"Good," she smiled back and returned to relaxing.
But I wasn't done. I twisted the nozzle of the spray bottle so that it would spray a concentrated stream instead of a mist and aimed it at Kelly. She noticed.
"Don't you dare."
I squeezed the lever and shot kelly straight in the tit.
"That's it!"
She jumped up in attack mode and tried to snatch the bottle from me, but I got up in time to dodge her first assault. But she was quick and grabbed it on her second try. She jumped a few steps back, out of my direct reach and trained the nozzle on me.
"Kelly," I warned jokingly.
And then she squirted water on me. I jumped over the lounge chair between us and Kelly ran. She looked back laughing and tried to keep spraying me, but with the motion she mostly missed.
She reached the grass of the yard before I got to her, but there I grabbed her by the waist. Admiring the softness of her skin by sight was wonderful, but that first touch of my hand on the supple curve of her hip was electric.
We had wrestled before, as siblings do, but with my new found desire her body felt a whole new kind of right as I grabbed her.
She squealed and cracked up laughing as I lifted her off the ground.
"Put me down!" She commanded between laughs and squeals. She squirmed in my arms, trying to spray me with the bottle that she still possessed.
As I lifted her up I became more acquainted with her shape as her weight pressed against me. Her skin was soft and slid against mine, sweaty in the heat. I felt her ass against my stomach, a wonderful protrusion.
When she squirmed, I shifted my grip from holding her hips to a bear hug from behind. I wrapped my arms around her torso, keeping one on her belly, and allowing the other to rise up and hold her just under her breasts.
"Drop the bottle!" I responded to her yelps, but she refused.
"Never!"
I held her harder (as I grew harder), continuing my pretense of dropping the bottle. She let out a sharper shriek as I did so.
"Andrew! Put me down I have to pee!"
She was still laughing, though I could sense true desperation in her tone. Apparently the pressure of my hold had affected her bladder. The words coming out of her mouth were music to my ears. My cock was now an obelisk.
I held her high to keep her away from the tent at my pelvis, but I don't think she would have even noticed with all the commotion.
"Drop the bottle!" I retorted once more.
She shook her head no. I squeezed her harder, conscious this time of putting pressure on her belly.
"Fine!" She yelled reluctantly, dropping the bottle to the ground.
I had to think fast. I set Kelly down and jumped for the bottle that rested at my feet. I was on my ass, but I had the bottle, so I quickly shot it at Kelly as she struggled to regain her composure.
She laughed again, clearly enjoying the game, even as it was followed by a shriek. This time she had the advantage. She was still standing, so I was screwed, and that was perfect.
She ran at me, pushing me down and pinning me beneath her. I was still hard, so hard. And as she straddled me my cock nearly exploded. Kelly sat directly on my pelvis, and my hardon found its natural home against her cloth covered cooch.
I was in heaven, though at this point getting a bit nervous. I was very, very hard, and even though there was still a lot of commotion I'm not sure how Kelly could not feel it. Whatever the case was, she didn't mention it, she only continued the wrestling game.
My arms were pinned by hers as she leaned over me. I wanted so badly to thrust, to feel her cunt on my cock, to rub against her, to cum, but I dared not move, and I didn't really have to. As kelly struggled, whether it was intentional or not, her hips would move, and the subtle shifting of her sex on mine built up pleasure that was indescribable.
Nonetheless, I hid it and continued to play the game--sort of. I was a bit distracted, and in the moment must have dropped the bottle. Kelly released my arms and grabbed it before I had a chance to react--then it was pointed at me.
"ha-HA!" She boasted as she trained the nozzle on me.
I used it as an excuse to squirm underneath her, pressing my sex against the softness of her core. I acted like I was struggling to get away, but it was exactly where I wanted to be.
Each "squirm" sent waves of building pleasure through me as I discreetly dry humped my sister. But I wanted more--and I think I knew how to get it.
"No you don't!" I said, continuing to squirm.
I reached out to my sister's sides and began to tickle her. This wielded the biggest squeal so far. Tickling was always her weakness, and evidently even more so now with her bladder as full as it was.
She ground herself against me and I ground back, not even hiding my thrusts in a squirm anymore. I figured she was too distracted to notice anyways.
She laughed and squealed and pleaded with me to stop, but I didn't. She continued to press herself against me, and I grew closer and closer to an inevitable release as I continued to finger her sides.
"Andrew! Stop! I needa pee!"
"You shouldn't have taken the bottle!" I retorted, not relenting my attack.
"Andrew! I WILL pee on you."
But that was just fuel. My already stone hard cock twinged as she said it. And I'm sure she hoped I wouldn't call her on her bluff, but that's exactly what I wanted. And it drove me crazy.
I pressed myself against her rhythmically, really dry humping and getting myself close, and she almost seemed to reciprocate, though with her squeals it was hard to tell. Whatever the case was, I was in ecstasy.
Then she broke. Her squeals peaked and settled into a whimper as she lost control of her bladder.
I felt it first, the heat of fresh piss pouring out of my sister's hot snatch and onto my throbbing cock, and then I saw it. A dark patch quickly appeared on the front of her bikini and grew exponentially with each passing second.
The sight was absolutely unreal. It was not only a perfect, beautiful girl, but my sister, almost naked, and wetting herself on my cock.
And she really let it all go. The patch quickly became saturated and then spilled over as the flood of pee grew to its full strength. I could hear the hiss of her stream as it poured out of her. It was hot, steaming hot, as it pooled on my pelvis, and I could smell it too.
It's the first time the smell of urine had been anything besides that, but it drove me mad. I humped Kelly hard, subconsciously trying to fuck her as she pissed all over me. And she seemed to hump me too.
It was too automatic to think about it at the time, but I swore she was brimming with pleasure too.
And then I broke. A wave of pleasure overtook me as I erupted, unloading in my piss soaked swimsuit, cumming with force. I grunted uncontrollably as I continued to hump my sister.
It was the best orgasm I had ever had, rapturous, but fleeting. And incredible anxiety immediately followed it.
My orgasm seemed to subside just as Kelly's stream petered out. And we were left sitting with a very awkward situation.
I was high, and so was Kelly, and I struggled to look up at her, and I did so with a look of shame and fear. She looked down at me with the same. And we sat for what seemed like ages, in shock, or confusion, or something.
Then Kelly stood up, not bothering to adjust her soaked swimsuit that clung to her lips. A look of dazed shock remained on her face, and she continued to gaze down at me.
"Kelly..." I pleaded meekly.
"Yeah...um." she said flatly, clearly confused, or mad. I couldn't tell.
I remained on the ground, unable to rouse myself. Kelly began to walk, slowly she treaded away from me and towards the door.
"Kelly!" I called once more, though I'm not sure what I would have said if she stayed.
She kept walking and didn't look back, but she did respond.
"Come to my room in 5."
Her response was flat again. And it scared me.
I had no idea what to do. My high subsided and I began to panic. I jumped up and wanted to run after Kelly, to make some sort of immediate excuse but she said five minutes. I had to tread lightly here, so I forced myself to do as she said.
I sat by the pool, tapping my leg uncontrollably, checking my phone every thirty seconds for the time until it had been five minutes. Then I ran upstairs.
Kelly's door was open when I arrived, but I still knocked before entering. She told me to come in meekly, and still flat. I was shaking, worried what she would say, what she would do.
As I passed the threshold I saw Kelly standing by her bed, still wearing her soiled bikini, which was still damp, bearing witness to what had just happened. Why was she still wearing it?
"Hi," she muttered, but with a sympathetic half smile that started to put me at ease.
"Hi."
And then we stood. I couldn't take another step. I was frozen just past her door, and she remained by her bed. There was silence. My mind raced trying to find something to say, but I just couldn't continue the conversation, I was lost. For a while it seemed like Kelly was too.
She stood biting her lip for several painstaking moments before she broke the silence.
"I'm sorry," she finally managed to utter.
Her response took be aback. She was sorry? She was basically assaulted by her brother and she was sorry? I felt like shit and suddenly wanted to talk.
Still, a confused "What?" was all I was able to manage at first.
Kelly began to speak but hesitated, apparently not knowing what to say. There was more silence until Kelly broke it once more.
"Andrew what was that? I'm sorry I freaked out, but I just don't really know what happened and I'm embarrassed, and freaked out, and I just had to go, to think. But we need to talk."
"Kelly, we do. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, I lost control, and I'm so sorry."
I took a step into the room.
"You lost control? Andrew, we basically just dry humped each other. I peed on you. I fucking peed on you."
Did Kelly just say we dry humped each other? Did she just admit that she actively participated in whatever just happened? My heart pounded in my ears, but it was not the time to jump to conclusions, so I responded carefully.
"Yeah, but it was my fault."
"Andrew, that's not what I wanted this conversation to be like. I don't care who did what. I'm just really confused and hoped we could figure shit out."
I took another step into the room, though Kelly still remained a distance from me. I nodded at her with a half smile, as my anxiety shifted from fear to anticipation.
Kelly continued, "because, Andrew, I peed on you, and you kinda seemed to enjoy it... a lot."
This sentence made me feel ashamed again, and I looked towards my feet as kelly continued.
"And I just. I guess. I wanted to see if that was actually the case or if I'm just completely crazy. Because if this is a one sided thing. I..I don't know. I..."
Finally a few words came to me, and I responded, "One sided thing? Kelly, what do you mean by that?"
"Well, that's why I'm confused. I mean, what happened...when I, lost it," she hesitated, "I..I mean, it felt really good-too good-in a way that it shouldn't. And in the moment, I kind of went with it because it felt so good-I really lost control-and it seemed like I wasn't the only one, but you're my brother you know? And the whole this just got weird...Please talk to me, Andrew, I don't know what I'm saying here."
Kelly suddenly looked on the verge of tears. I sighed and closed the gap between us, walking towards her by the bed.
"Kelly. You were definitely, definitely, not the only one," and I decided it was time to come clean. I sighed deeply, and then laid it all on the table.
I told Kelly about two days ago, about peeing in the pool and how it made me feel. I told her how confused it made me and I waited for her response. She didn't say anything, but she smiled, widely and warmly.
"Aren't you weirded out?" I asked.
"Listen, okay," she responded with a chuckle, "after what happened, I don't think anything will weird me out. Besides, I'm just glad to hear I'm not crazy. That actually makes me feel a lot better."
I smiled at her, but only a half smile. I had to come completely clean, "yeah, but that's not all. It really was my fault...I sort of planned the whole thing...well not the whole thing...but I wanted to make you pee, and I feel like I manipulated you into the situation. Had it not been for me, we wouldn't be here."
"Oh."
She responded tersely, then sat for a moment in contemplation.
"I wondered why you kept feeding me beers, haha. I thought you were just trying to get me buzzed or something..."
Her laugh was genuine and she did not seem upset.
"So you're not mad?"
"I mean, I do kind of wish that if that kind of situation were to happen I were in the know...but no. I'm not mad. And it wasn't entirely your fault. I very consciously made the choice to straddle you..."
She laughed.
A weight lifted off my conscience and I think it showed on my face. Kelly mirrored my expression, but there were still more questions.
"So what do we do now?"
"...well," Kelly's tone changed, "That's also why I called you up here."
It was a very leading statement, but I'm one for clarity so I asked her what she meant.
"Well," she continued almost seductively, "I have some thoughts...and as of today, I figure I should talk with you about them...I'm still really confused, because you're my brother. I mean the pee thing is whatever, sexuality is weird and I don't really care what gets me off, so long as it does...but you're family, and everything in my mind, everything I've been told says that's not okay. But that felt too good today to not be okay...and at least for me, I think I want to explore it until it does."
She paused for a moment, and added an addendum, "Besides, who else am I going to find who's into the whole pee thing?" Then she smiled, waiting for a reply.
"You want to explore this?"
"Yeah." She almost whispered in response, taking a step towards me.
My cock began to stir in my drying swimsuit. Kelly looked down at it, gnawing at her bottom lip. My heart raced with a whole new kind of anticipation.
I smiled at her, and she smiled at me, and then my cock took over.
My hands moved to Kelly's hips, and I held her slender form in an openly affectionate way for the first time. She swayed into my grasp.
"You're still wearing your swimsuit."
"Yeah. It's still wet." Kelly responded in the sexiest tone-a tone that sent shivers down to my cock.
I took a breath, heart pulsing, and glanced down at my sister's soaked crotch, indicating my desires with my eyes, "may I?"
Kelly smiled, biting her lip with anticipation, and nodded "yes."
I dropped down, sliding my hands along the length of her legs until I was on my knees and level with Kelly's crotch. I looked up at her, looking down at me, clearly nervous, but smiling and waiting for me to make the move. So I did.
I leaned in and pressed my face into the damp fabric. As my nose pressed into my sister's mound I felt the coldness of the drying suit, and then the warmth of her heat, which radiated through the piss.
Her core was firm, but yielding, and I longed to feel the softness of the skin underneath. Kelly gasped a shaky breath at the contact and pursed her hips forward into me. I inhaled. The scent of piss flooded my nostrils.
Again, it was so new and so strange, I'm not sure if it were anyone else if it would have the same effect, but Kelly's fluid was like a drug. The carnal scent drove me wild and I pressed my face against her soiled swimsuit.
I looked up at Kelly who, besides the sound of her long breaths, had gone silent. She looked lost in bliss, longing for more. I kissed her mound lightly. And then slid down, craning my neck so that my nose nestled between her fabric covered lips.
Kelly sounded a soft moan and fell back against her bedside table. I followed her to this new position with my face buried in her crotch.
She remained standing, sort of, with her ass resting on the edge of the table, but her legs were spread slightly and her hips angled forward, allowing me full access to her sex, which I happily indulged in.
I inhaled yet again, trying and failing to sate my new addiction. I could not get enough. But here, at Kelly's core, the scent of piss was not the only intoxicant. The crotch of her swimsuit was wetter than the front.
Some of it was clearly pee, remnants from Kelly's desperation, but there was something else, something slick and filmy soaking through the already wet fabric. Kelly was wet in more ways than one, and as I inhaled I could smell this new scent of her arousal.
It was very distinct from the pee. It was the scent of sex-the smell of pussy-the essence of Kelly. And when it mixed with her other carnal secretion in my nose I was overwhelmed with pleasure and desire.
I lost my endurance and dove into Kelly's pussy with force. I had to have more. Kelly moaned and shook as I pressed my face hard into her slit, devouring her scent and her taste. As my tongue lapped across the damp fabric I tasted her for the first time.
The cocktail of Kelly-salty bitter piss and tangy electric pussy, so sexual, so uniquely Kelly-was enough to cause a lapse in my sanity. I let out an audible moan. I couldn't help it. Kelly matched me with her pleasure sounds.
Her moans were emphatic and loud, sounding every time my tongue ran the length of her crotch. She shook pressing her pelvis into me, trying to increase the pressure. The lamp on the table knocked against the wall with her rhythm. It still wasn't enough.
Kelly leaned against the table on her right arm, and she brought her left to my head, pulling me harder into her pussy, holding me against her as she fought for more pleasure.
Meanwhile, she had gotten wetter. My face was already soaked and reeked of her sex, but I could feel her arousal increase. Her swimsuit slid over this new slick fluid and some of it seeped through. I wanted more.
While I lapped her pussy I began to suck, drawing out Kelly's grool and piss from the absorbent material. I moaned again as it filled my mouth. The taste of my sister's piss, the taste of her pussy, was leading me to heights of pleasure and longing that I did not know existed.
As she moaned with my head held firmly between her legs, I felt ecstatic and high, but I had not cum yet. It seemed as Kelly was feeling the same.
"Andrew," she breathed between moans, "Andrew...I need to pee again. Do-do you want me to? ...Can I?"
I did not remove my mouth from her groin. My response was a muffled "mhm," but it was all Kelly needed. Within moments, I could feel her pelvis tensing in a different kind of way. I could hear her effort to squeeze between her moans, and her pussy clenched beneath the bathing suit.
A dribble of piss bubbled through the suit and directly to my tongue. It was steaming in my mouth, salty and bitter but sweet too, in a primal sort of way. My ecstasy soared.
I planted my mouth on her pussy and waited for more.
Kelly continued to squeeze, and she managed another dribble. And then another. And then it came. Kelly erupted into my mouth. I felt her pussy clench and then a flood of hot liquid poured into my maw, taking over my senses.
All the while, Kelly humped against me, driving herself into my face, moaning and moaning, getting ready to break.
I swallowed her piss, feeling Kelly's warmth go down my throat, one gulp, then another as her stream replenished my mouth. And then I let it spill over, dripping into a puddle beneath us. I swirled my face against her cooch, bathing in her release.
As I did, Kelly screamed. I'd call it a moan, but it was louder than that, and much more intense. It was a primal scream. She humped me furiously, even as she continued to piss, reaching the height of an orgasm.
Her stream also peaked during this time as she clenched uncontrollably. High pressure piss filled my mouth and spilled down my chest, soaking me.
And then it ran back to a dribble, and I felt her pussy contract as she squeezed out the last few drops of precious fluid. Coming down, she shuddered periodically, refusing to relinquish me from her grasp.
Her hand was interlaced in my hair, still holding me tightly against her. I took the time to savor the last few drops, sucking at the newly wet fabric and my sister's pussy.
Finally, she released me with an exasperated gasp. I reluctantly removed myself from her pussy, looking up to her flushed face.
"Oh my god...I have never, never, cummed so hard in my life. Never."
She looked down at me and giggled, obviously at my ridiculous appearance.
"Andrew you're soaked."
I laughed and looked at her, and the mess that she had made. She laughed too.
"Fuck. That was so hot."
Indeed it was. Too hot. And I had yet to have my release. My cock throbbed in my suit, aching for its chance to cum.
I kissed Kelly's mound once more, looking up at her with a deep sense of longing. I wanted more, and so did she.
"Come here," she said, lifting me up from my kneeling position, until I was face to face with her, inches away, staring into her beautiful brown eyes. "You smell like pussy and piss," she giggled once more.
And then she licked me, tasting herself on my face. It was cute and flirtatious-and oh so sexy. She contemplated her flavour for a moment, before draping her arms on my shoulders, and leaning in for a kiss.
When her lips met mine I was made aware of another perfect attribute to her figure. Soft, plump, and gentle lips caressed my mouth, before a more vigorous and passionate movement took over. Then her tongue passed into my mouth.
I felt the breath from her nose and the sense of her kiss, and I needed her. I held her waist, softly, but steadily, pulling her against me in a very loving, but passionate embrace. A quiet moan passed from her mouth to mine. I loved my sister.
The sensation of her body against mine, her soft skin caressing mine as our torsos joined was perfect, and so was her kiss. I held her closely for a moment before I let my hands wander.
My left hand dropped, lightly drifting over the subtle curves of her back before breaking over the lip of her bikini bottoms. With increased pressure, I cupped her ass, her perfect, petite, but round ass.
Her cheek filled my palm, soft but toned and perfect. Kelly moaned into my mouth. She had also let her hands wander. I felt her trace the length of my torso and then grasp the prominence of my cock in one swift motion.
I shuddered at her touch. She cupped my cock briefly, smiling through a kiss before stroking lightly up the length. I grabbed firmly onto her ass and enjoyed her motions. But then she stopped.
I broke from our kiss and looked at her with an expression of pure longing. She looked down. Her other hand dropped from my shoulder and then she undid the tie of my suit before allowing it to drop to the floor.
As she worked it over my bulge, my cock sprung and pointed to the sky. Kelly's mouth fell open. Her face filled with desire.
Kelly eagerly grabbed back onto my cock. Looking down, the sight was exceptional. Kelly's soft hand gracefully slid over the ridges of my stone member, which stood aimed at her soaking sexy bikini covered pussy.
I moaned as she stroked me, until she silenced me with another kiss. Her mouth had become ravenous at the sight of my sex and her tongue explored mine with furious determination.
I was close to cumming so close to cumming, and Kelly could tell. She removed herself from me and grabbed me by the hips. She spread her legs and fell back against the bedside table. As I fell with her she aligned my naked prick with her sopping cameltoe.
Then I was on top of her. Our kissing continued, but it was interrupted by breathing that was shaky and uncontrolled.
Instinctively, we both began to thrust, to hump. My cock slid along the length of Kelly's cunt. Her swimsuit was soaked and my cock moved easily over it. Her room filled with the sound of our pleasure, heavy breathing and the sticky slick sound of Kelly's cum and piss covered bathing suit gliding over her soaking pussy with each thrust we made.
It was an incredible scene and the sensation was likewise incredible. Within moments of starting this new action Kelly and I were both unable to maintain our mouths' embrace. Our mutual proximity to orgasm was ticking away as I mock fucked her against the bedside table.
The room was filled with the scents of sex and piss, and that is what pushed me over the edge. The completion of a multisensory experience was too much for me and I pressed against Kelly's lips and began to cum.
This final push had driven her over the edge too and she shook, screaming once more into the room.
I leaned back in rapture, maintaining contact only with her pelvis as I came. I exploded onto her torso, shooting ropes of cum from her pelvis to her tits, and then pouring more on her fabric covered crotch.
Another fluid drenched her already soaked bottoms in the most beautiful and sexy mess I had ever seen.
Her already lubricated bottoms became even more slick with the addition of my cum and I slid down her length a few more strokes while we both came down from our high.
I clenched out the last few drops of my release and Kelly shook the last few quakes of hers and we kissed once more before returning to reality.
We had made a mess.
Kelly stood leaning with her legs still spread, covered in a mixture of all our fluids. I stood naked covered in the same. Below us a pool of piss sat on the wood floor. The only thing to do was to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation through our still shaky breath.
"We should shower," Kelly said finally, still chuckling.
"Mhm."
"We'll use mine since it's attached to my room. If you want to go start the water, I'll grab some towels for this," Kelly said as she motioned towards the floor.
I laughed and we broke, me to the shower and her to the closet. I didn't bother to re-clothe, I almost skipped to the bathroom dangling my soaked bottoms from my finger.
After a few minutes, Kelly joined me. She walked towards me and we embraced with a kiss. Her hand stroked my once-softening cock as we waited for the water to warm.
As we separated, Kelly began to untie her top.
I told her I'd help, and knelt down to remove her bottoms. Kelly stopped and stood nervously. She didn't have to say anything. I was nervous too. Regardless of whatever perverted acts we just performed, somehow being naked together, completely naked, was a new and bigger step.
I hadn't seen Kelly naked since we were kids, and the thought of stripping her down now gave me butterflies. I felt like I was losing my virginity, and I could tell she did too.
She looked down at me, quiet, with an expression of anticipation-she wanted me to do it, but was nervous, filled with expectations, waiting for reality.
I moved slowly, lovingly. I grabbed her hips and the fabric of her suit, and pulled. I could almost feel kelly's heart pound as I did.
We both got quietly more excited with each fraction of an inch I pulled her bottoms down. Half way down her pelvis a thin dark patch of fur revealed itself from above the fabric. Kelly had a landing strip, short, trimmed, and perfectly maintained.
And below that her slit emerged. A perfect softly defined line indicated the cleft of her pussy. It was framed by two even softer lips, perfectly bald and glistening.
We had really made a mess in the other room. Kelly's sex glistened with cum and piss. It was exquisite. At this point I let the bottoms drop to the floor and Kelly stepped out of them.
I remained kneeling, admiring my sister in her naked form. I looked up at her, with her disrobed breasts, which hung perkily against her chest and her nipples rising ever so slightly erect from the larger mounds.
Kelly was still nervous. She was quiet, almost holding her breath, as if waiting for my response.
I was in awe. My sister was truly beautiful, and she deserved to know that.
"Kelly, you are stunning. You are absolutely beautiful," my eyes drifted back to the confluence of her legs and kissed her mound. "Wow," was all I could manage after my contact with her perfect form.
Kelly smiled and I stood up and looked at me, wide-eyed. I kissed her. This time on the lips and she held me, pulling herself against me in the most loving embrace I've ever experienced. Her body fell into mine, her naked form a perfect fit against me.
We pulled apart before we got carried away, we really did need to shower. The day was waning and our parents would be home soon, so with one last longing look, Kelly and I stepped into the water.
The kiss, not to mention the enticing presence of my naked sister, had left me wanting. I stepped into the shower with a semi-hardon. Following Kelly into the shower hadn't helped either.
As she turned to get in, I was treated to my first glimpse of her naked ass, and it, like the rest of her, was perfect. I slapped it playfully as she stepped in. Kelly jumped at the surprise and then giggled, turning around and splashing me with shower water.
"Watch it," she laughed.
We embraced under the warm water and kissed as our wet skin touched. My cock inflated. It rose between Kelly's legs and grazed her lips. Kelly let out a longful breath as it happened, but then she pulled away.
She smiled, "ya know, Andrew, I think I can probably go again."
"Really?" I asked, teasing, but surprised. She did drink a lot of fluid, but she had already let loose on me twice recently. Whatever the case, I was not going to complain. I grinned uncontrollably and slid down the length of my sister's body until I was kneeling, once again looking at her magnificent form as she stood above me.
"Kelly this is so fucking hot."
"God, I know. I can't get enough of this sight."
I couldn't either. The water from the shower hit Kelly's back and ran down her sides adding a shine to her perfect body. She towered over me holding her legs apart ever so slightly and pushing her pelvis out, aiming her snatch at me. With her hand, she held her lips apart, exposing the perfect pink folds of her inner labia.
Just seeing her hand there was enough to respark that incredible longing that had only recently began to subside.
"Ehh..Are you ready?" Kelly asked between obvious attempts to relieve her bladder.
I brought myself up closer to her, holding my head inches from her privates, and opened my mouth. I managed a muffled "uh-huh" as I held my tongue out ready to receive her. She smiled.
Without her bikini, sexy though it was, I could clearly see Kelly's attempts to pee. The muscles of her cunt contracted and released repeatedly, flexing that extended to her ass. Her effort was made evident in a vision that burned into my memory.
It took her slightly longer this time, she had gone twice already, but after more clenching and contractions, Kelly's stream pittered to life. It was another sight to behold.
Seeing Kelly pee without the hindrance of a swimsuit was entirely new and different than seeing her wet herself. Her stream flowed freely from her cunt, a broad spray of beautiful piss that I gladly met with my face.
Though the water around us was warm, Kelly's piss still felt distinctly hot as it filled my mouth and splashed on my face. Again, the salty and bitter taste filled me with longing and desire for Kelly.
I looked up at her as she peed on me. She seemed to be in a similar state. She looked back at me with care and with lust, knowing that a deep mutual desire was being fulfilled, and created.
And almost as soon as she had started, Kelly finished. This piss was not as strong nor as long as the previous two, but in our mutually bare state, it was wonderful in a completely unique way. I licked my lips and swallowed the last of Kelly, grateful for her gift.
I wanted to return the favor. More than anything I wanted to plant my mouth on my sister's cunt. I wanted to feel the intricacies of her sex, to lap up her juices and make her cum. I wanted so badly to make my sister cum, but Kelly had other ideas.
"Stand up," she said simply, taking my place on the shower floor.
I guess it was her turn to kneel.
My cock pointed at the ceiling, painfully hard, aching for the sensation of touch. The warm droplets of shower water that rained down on me as I stood sent tiny shockwaves through my over sensitive sex.
Kelly aligned her face with me, examining my manhood with curiosity and longing. It was only fair. I had wanted to give her more attention, to get to know her pussy better, but with I was more than happy to have Kelly take her time at my crotch.
She grabbed me at the base, pointing me towards her, and offering that desperately needed sensation. It was an exploratory grasp, more an examination than a stimulation, but it was doing the trick for me.
I gasped down at her and she looked up smiling, giddy and ready. With her hand still grasping my trunk, she bobbed forward and pressed me against the softness of her lips. They parted to accept me and I my tip popped into Kelly's supple mouth.
She was small and my cock seemed far too large for her to take it comfortably, but her grasp on me was comfortable, gentle and stimulating in the best way.
With only my tip in her mouth, Kelly swirled her tongue and sucked in her cheeks, drawing an uncontrolled moan from my mouth. I didn't know a mouth could feel so wonderful.
But she only continued this for a moment. Just as I was settling into the sensation, Kelly bobbed forward, taking more of me into her mouth, eliciting another moan as ecstasy shot from my dick through the rest of my body.
Kelly slurped as she took me, looking up with an expectant and lust filled gaze. I could scarcely manage to look back as I struggled to keep my eyes from rolling into my head.
Her first stroke filled her mouth, but she hadn't managed to fit my full size. With the second stroke, she took my entire length. It was an astounding sight-Kelly the magician made the entire length of my throbbing manhood disappear down her throat in an exquisite performance of pleasure giving.
I would not last long. I knew that from the start. My oversensitive dick radiated at every move my sister made.
Kelly was devouring my cock. She eagerly and hungrily bobbed her head on it, wanting me to feel pleasure, wanting to taste my seed.
Looking down at her pushed me over the edge. I grunted as I came to an apex and spasmed, alerting Kelly to my imminent eruption.
"I'm gonna cum!" I groaned, thrusting myself down her throat.
She moaned on my dick, and then I came. It was my third ograsm of the day and it exploded with sensitivity. I erupted in Kelly's mouth, unloading what jism I could spare down my sister's throat.
Kelly devoured it, swallowing loudly and moaning with each expulsion. My cock pulsated in her mouth as she flicked me with her tongue, toying with it.
I was sensitive. Too sensitive, but Kelly kept me in her mouth until I had released my last drops of sperm on her tongue.
When she finally pulled back, she swallowed with a satisfied "Ahhh," and smiled broadly up at me.
Our eyes met and we gazed at each other in admiration, filled with a sense of awe at the chemistry we shared, trying to hold back the lust that did not seem to go away. I stopped myself from saying I loved her, even if it was true.
But as is always the case, reality was waiting and we had wasted our clean up time on fun. Our parents would be home soon, so I helped Kelly up and we rinsed. No lengthy shower, this time, but there would certainly be more.
With the remnants of chlorine, piss, and cum rinsed off our bodies, we got out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Kelly, embracing her briefly before grabbing my own. We couldn't seem to stop smiling or looking at each other. It was hard not to dive into her inviting lips, but we held back.
"Well," she giggled finally.
"Well!"
We both laughed, giddy and in love, but exhausted and not sure how to proceed.
"So tomorrow," she said, taking the lead, "let's start early. I don't know about you, but I want more, I really really want more. Do you think you can get up earlier than usual?"
I nodded, "of course!"
"Good."
Kelly leaned down to gather her garments from the floor, but I grabbed her bottoms before she could. I held the mess covered article in all of its glory.
"Wow," exclaimed looking at the soiled mess, "ya know, you should keep those. They might be fun later on."
I couldn't agree more. I clutched them in my hand and leaned in for one last kiss.
"Mom and dad will be home soon. I'll let you get ready."
"K. See you at dinner."
And with that, still clinging to Kelly's soiled bottoms, I retreated to my room to dress and take in the events of the day. I could not wait for the days to come.