Date: Wed, 05 Jul 2006 07:04:40 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Fourth of July"

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual
sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of
18
or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and
bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other
fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters
in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true
experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.


			 FOURTH OF JULY. Part One
		  (Bisexual, Urination, High School, TV)
			    by Amber Fountaine


	If you were to ask people to recall a significant birthday in their lives,
most would remember one of their own and the momentous events of a
particular birthday party. For young ladies, it might be their sixteenth,
and for young men, their twenty-first - or possibly their twenty-fifth, when
their insurance rates dropped. But for Rob Parker, it was the nation's
birthday - in particular, the nation's Bicentennial weekend - which he would
forever remember as the most important birthday in his life. Because that
was when he came of age, in many of the areas significant to him at least,
with the help of Sidney and Susan Roberts and Susan's friend Jill.

	Actually, Rob was eighteen and had been of legal age in his state for
several months. But being old enough to vote or buy booze seemed of little
significance to Rob. He was still a virgin and in his estimation, you
weren't an adult if you weren't getting fucked. Rob's sex life had never
gotten much beyond the relationship he had with his hand.

	Sid, his best friend and running mate through six years of Junior School,
High School and all of puberty (and well-known as a terrible joker), liked
to claim that he was bisexual because he jacked off with either hand.
Because of Sid's claim, Rob had tried using his left hand too, adding a
little variety to his sex life. He also discovered the added advantage of
jacking with his left and leaving his right hand free to turn the pages of
whatever porno book they'd gotten their hands on or to operate the controls
of his dad's new VCR.

	Rob's dad had never figured out that Rob knew all about the box of videos
like, "Deep Throat," which were hidden in his dad's bedroom closet. If Rob's
dad hadn't moved the VCR to his parent's bedroom one evening, without taking
any of their small collection of videotapes from the den, Rob might never
have suspected that there must be some additional viewing material stashed
there. It hadn't taken him long to ferret out the small box of porno tapes
the first time his folks were gone and of course he had to share them with
his buddy Sid.

	It was only fair. Sid had been sharing his dad's hidden stack of porno
books since back when the boys were in the sixth grade. In addition, they'd
also shared any new and interesting ways to masturbate. And while they'd
been naked together many times, often in the same bed or next to each other
on the couch, they'd never so much as fondled the other's genitals. Admired
maybe, but fondled, no.

	That is until Bicentennial weekend. That's when it all changed.

	"Ya know what bi sex is?" Sid asked his friend almost as soon as they were
alone.

	Suspecting this to be another of Sid's lame jokes or a reference to his
ability to jack off with either hand, Rob went along anyway and told him,
"No. What is bi sex?"

	"That's where a girl likes making out with girls as much as she likes
making out with guys or a guy has sex with both girls and guys," Sid
explained.

	Rob stared at him blankly, waiting for the punch line. There wasn't much
about sex, from regular male-female coupling to the most outlandish
fetishes, that the two hadn't discussed at some point in the last few years
and bisexuality had been covered several times. So Rob had every reason to
assume that Sid's out of the blue question, for which they both knew the
answer, was the lead-in to a joke. Yet to his amazement, after Sid's
understated explanation of 'bi sex', Sid went back to cleaning up after his
parent's party.

	Blank faced, Rob watched Sid for a moment, thinking 'Now what the hell was
all that about?' Then he went back to helping Sid pick up some of the
plastic beer cups, napkins and paper plates that had blown off a table or
had been dropped by the pool. They'd been talking about leaving for college
in a few weeks and out of nowhere Sid had asked about 'bi sex', making Rob
wonder what the shit brought that up?

	Then he thought of what it must have been. All during the 'Bicentennial
Bash' party that Sid's parents had held earlier in the day, Sid had been
pointing out some of the female guests that looked particularly sexy in
their bikini bathing suits and occasionally, one of the male guests that had
gotten an erection or a very noticeable bulge in his shorts or suit. The
boys had stayed in the water for most of the afternoon for just that reason.
They'd both had boners most of the day. Then, just as the party was dying
down and most of the guests were leaving, Sid had pointed out his sister
Susan and her friend Jill, in an opposite corner of the pool.

	"Don't look right at them," Sid had whispered. "Susan and Jill are rubbing
their tits together whenever they think no one is watching."

	Susan and Jill were both two years younger than Sid and Rob, they had as
nice a rack on them as any of the women at the party - except the voluptuous
Mrs. Patkin of course. Thoughts of Susan and Jill had been chiefly
responsible for the erection Rob was having to hide and the idea that they
might be rubbing those two sets of dreamed about tits together only made it
worse.

	"You sure?" Rob had asked in disbelief after glancing at the girls and
seeing them treading water at least two foot apart.

	"Don't stare!" Sid had hissed. "They'll know we're watching and they won't
do it again."

	Rob hadn't thought his quick glance would count as staring. But he had to
look. In addition to his affinity for bad jokes, Sid - in Rob's opinion -
also was in possession of a very active imagination. Sid constantly saw
things that no one else noticed. "Geez! You missed it. That woman leaned
over and one of her tits fell out," was a typical thing for Sid to spot and
when Rob would look in the same direction, everything would appear normal.
Rob thought it odd that he constantly 'just missed it' and Sid never did,
but for friendship's sake, Rob never said anything about what he believed to
be his friend's overactive imagination.

	If it hadn't been the two girls, Rob might never have so much as glanced in
their direction. But on the off chance that just maybe it wasn't Sid's
imagination playing tricks on them, and that Susan and Jill really had been
rubbing tits, Rob had spent a great deal of the rest of the party glancing
in their direction at every opportunity. He'd never seen them so much as hug
or hold hands more intimately than women normally do, but he had witnessed
something else that had turned him on tremendously. Susan had stood by the
edge of the pool and peed in her bathing suit.

	Anyone else watching from a distance would have assumed that Susan was
dripping water from just having climbed out of the pool. But Rob, in hopes
of spotting a stray pubic hair or an out of place leg opening, had been
staring at the crotch of Susan's bikini at the moment it suddenly welled up
with wetness and the rivulets of pee had cascaded down both of her legs.

	Almost immediately, Rob had gotten out of the pool and as casually as he
could, had wandered around to where Susan had left the piss puddle on the
edge of the pool and sat in it. Rob was sure the girls had noticed what he'd
done as he'd heard them giggling the moment he sat down. He knew he'd
blushed from head to toe and hoped the sun had given his light skin enough
pinkish color to hide his embarrassment. Embarrassed or not, Rob had almost
cum in his bathing suit when he sat in the warm, amber liquid.

	A couple of hours later, as they were cleaning up after the party, those
thoughts were still with him and he assumed Sid was thinking about the two
girls too. That might explain his off the wall question about bi sex.

	"Want another beer?" Sid asked, handing him one of the cups and breaking
him out of his reverie. "We might as well get used to drinking keg beer
before we get to State. From the stories I've heard, the beer kegs start
flowing at noon on Friday and don't quit until dark on Sunday."

	"Yeah, sure," Rob told him and wondered if that was Sid's intention for the
weekend. It was Friday and Sid's dad had tapped the keg about lunchtime,
giving the boys the first two cups but cautioning them about not having too
much or going out anywhere later. That wasn't a problem since neither of the
boys had made any definite plans for the rest of the weekend. The Fourth was
on Sunday and they'd discussed going to a ball game and watching the
fireworks, but that was still pending. Rob had agreed to stay with Sid until
Sid's parents got back home and that was all they had definite. And it
didn't really matter. Whatever one decided, the other would go along with -
they'd become that close.

	Their friendship had started because of their names. Rob's first name was
Robert and Sid's last name was Roberts. Their sixth grade principal had the
habit of often calling boys by their last name. As the result of some ironic
and wicked brainchild, the two had started running together. They took great
delight in responding for the other whenever Mr. Dunston addressed one of
them. Then, with the onset of puberty, they discovered they had some common
interests and ambitions - other than sex and provoking Mr. Dunston. They
both had younger sisters to tolerate. Of course that was before the younger
sisters had entered puberty too. For whatever reason the bond had begun, it
was the beginning of what would become a life long friendship.

	"I think I need to pee before I can drink any more," Sid told Rob, handing
him a full cup of beer. "We've got enough beer left over here for another
party if we can keep it cold."

	Rob took a swallow from the cup and reminded his friend, "Remember your dad
said, 'NO PARTIES!' And don't piss in the pool."

	"Yeah, you'd probably jump right in if I did," Sid taunted in return. "I
saw what you did when Susan wet herself. You're so hot for her I'm surprised
you didn't get down on all fours and lick her legs and that wet spot too."

	Rob hadn't been aware that Sid had seen that, and he didn't bother to deny
it. Susan had really developed in the last year and it was no secret between
them that Rob had - just coincidently - developed a crush on Susan at the
same time. Unfortunately for Rob, Susan had been dating a junior named Tom
and between Tom and Jill, Susan rarely spoke to Rob any more often than was
necessary.

	"I've heard of dogs marking their territory with pee," Sid went on. "Maybe
you'd like Susan to mark you with her pee."

	"Only if I can lick the hole it came out of," Rob responded softly and
realized he'd consumed enough beer that he was saying out loud the thoughts
that he would have normally kept to himself.

	"Well here, you can lick this in the meantime," Sid told him, continuing
their adolescent banter as he pulled down the front of his bathing suit and
shook his cock in Rob's direction.

	Rob wanted to make a witty retort, but the cup in his hand put him about
four cups past sobriety and his mind wasn't working that fast. Normally, had
he been completely sober, he would have denied his interest in Susan and
certainly disclaimed anything to do with wanting to enjoy her pee.

	But he stood motionless, as well as speechless, as Sid approached him, his
bathing suit at mid-thigh and still waving his cock. Nor did he move when
Sid began to piss on the patio between Rob's feet. Instead of making any
move to get out of the way, Rob thought, 'Thank God all the adults were gone
and the girls had gone in the house to watch TV or yak on the phone.'

	Neither was a stranger to the other's piss but they hadn't done anything
like this in quite a while. Years earlier, when they'd been trying any new
technique they heard, or could think of, for enjoying masturbation, they'd
heard about adults that were into pissing on each other. So for a short time
they'd tried pissing on themselves, or occasionally on each other before
jacking off. That novelty had worn off in a few months, but years later,
they still joked about it.

	So it was almost like a dare between them as Sid stepped closer and arched
his piss flow higher until it was almost touching the crotch of Rob's
swimsuit. Rob countered by putting one hand on his hip and looking Sid in
the eye. Sid took the challenge and his response was to begin peeing on the
front of Rob's bathing suit, completely soaking the almost dry suit and the
stiffening package it contained. Pee play hadn't been nearly as exciting
four years earlier. By the time Sid was finished peeing, both boys were
flushed with sexual exhilaration and might have done more right then if they
hadn't been interrupted.

	"You guys are disgusting!" they heard Susan say from the sliding door
they'd left partially open.

	At the same moment, Rob threw his almost full cup of beer at Sid and hoped
it looked to Susan like he was angry at being pissed on by Sid. One thing
for sure was that he couldn't turn to face Susan or she'd know he was as
hard as he'd been all day and VERY turned on by what Sid had done.

	Sid sidestepped the thrown beer, ignoring Rob for the moment to respond to
Susan. "Least we don't wet the bed!" Sid hollered at her and then to Rob's
amazement, stepped out of his bathing suit to stand completely naked in
front of them. "And by the way," he taunted his sister, "We've decided to go
naked all week." Then he turned and walked toward the pool.

	Susan was fuming. "If you say one more word big brother, I'm gonna have Tom
kick your skinny ass. And you'd both better have clothes on by the time Tom
gets here."

	Sid stopped just before he was about to dive in to make one more remark.
"Oh, I get it. We're supposed to put our clothes on while you and your
boyfriend are taking yours off." Then he dove headfirst into the water and
never heard his sister slam the sliding door so hard that Rob was astonished
it didn't break or fall out of the track.

	Rob stood by himself in silence as he thought about what had just happened.
'Now what . . .did he really say that Susan wet the bed . . he must have or
she wouldn't have been so pissed off . . . . . they tease each other all the
time and she never gets that mad . . . . . Susan wetting the bed must be
some deep family secret . . . . but if I know about it, it's not a secret
any more . . . . unless I keep it quiet. . . . . she's probably pissed
because I know.'

	More because of the alcohol than any logic that made sense, and completely
forgetting that he had an obvious hard-on and a piss wet bathing suit, Rob
turned and went in the house after Susan.

	Finding her in the kitchen talking to Jill, he blurted out, "I won't say
anything." He was hoping to gain some sort of respect or admiration in her
eyes and was confused by her response.

	"Why did you let him pee on you?" she asked.

	Again his mind was a blank. Normally sharp as a tack, his mind was
overwhelmed by the combination of events and alcohol and he hadn't any
answer. He didn't think of what had happened as 'letting' Sid piss on him.
In his mind he'd dared Sid to do it and Sid had responded to the dare.

	He tried to come up with an answer, thinking, 'It's not like I asked him to
"please piss on me," but that's the way she's looking at it. But I didn't
try to move either so maybe I did want him to do it. And both girls are
smiling now and it's not the kind of smile like when they tease me. I only
caught a quick glimpse of her face when she said we were "disgusting," but
she'd been smiling like this when she said it. She didn't get mad until Sid
made the remark about her wetting the bed.'

	Rob decided to take a chance he never would have taken had he been sober.
Instead of answering her question directly, he told her, "I was wishing it
had been you." Then he spun on his heels and headed for the door as fast as
he could move without breaking into a run.

	Even so, he caught Jill's remark, "I told you he sat in your pee on
purpose, I'll bet he'd do it," Then the phone started ringing and he went
through the door, sliding it closed behind him. He didn't need any more to
drink; his ears seemed to be ringing almost as loud as the phone had been
ringing. But he made straight for the beer keg anyway and swallowed half a
cup of beer in one gulp.

	When he got his breath back, he began debating in his muddled mind what had
just happened. 'What the fuck did I tell her and why? That I wanted her to
pee on me? That's what it must have sounded like. . . . she asked why I'd
let Sid piss on me and I told her I wished it had been her instead . . . . .
God I'd love for her to piss on me . . . I guess that is what I meant . . .
but what if she thinks I meant I wished Sid had pissed on her instead of me.
. . . she could take it that way too . . . I can't very well go back inside
and explain it . . . they'll laugh their asses off at me . . .now she must
really think I'm weird . . . . and what the hell did Jill mean about, "he'd
do it" . . . .do what? I thought Jill was supposed to have gone home already
. . . .

	Rob continued to ponder all the probables and improbables of his faux pas
as he and Sid drank more beer and did progressively less work. Several
minutes later, he nearly dropped his cup of beer when he heard the patio
door open a few feet away and turned to see both Susan and Jill, bare ass
naked, walking toward him. While he'd managed to hold the beer, he was
certain his jaw had dropped down around his waist.

	The girls both got a kick out of the look on Rob's face. Susan waited to
speak until she was just a couple of feet from Rob. "Tom called from work
and he has to stay until late," Susan told him to explain their sudden
change of plans. "So we're not going out tonight. We decided to go
skinny-dippin' with you guys instead. But no grab ass, understand?" She
asked.

	"No grab anything," Jill added, while Susan got them each a cup of beer.
"You guys keep your hands to yourselves or we'll put our suits back on."

	Rob would have loved to be able to answer her, but for some reason his
mouth moved and no words came out. So he nodded his head instead and turned
to see how Sid had reacted to the girls nudity and discovered Sid was
oblivious to it all. He'd slipped into the pool and was swimming lazily on
his back, totally unaware the girls had come out of the house; much less
that they were as naked as he was.

	That left Rob with two problems. Any minute someone would notice he was the
only one still wearing a bathing suit and demand he get naked too. The
second problem was that he was now fully erect. That certainly wasn't a
problem if the girl's intentions were to get fucked. For that, his hard-on
would be a necessity. But he was sure the girls had just taken their usual
cock teasing to a new level by flaunting what the boys had been missing. And
that meant he'd be ridiculed for getting a boner. Unless . . . . .

	'What have I got to loose?' Rob asked himself as he watched the perfect
asses of Susan and Jill walk away from him. He quickly decided that instead
of hiding his hard-on, he should be flaunting it, just like the girls were
showing off their tits and asses. He knew his prick isn't as big as the ones
in his dad's porno tapes or in Sid's dad's magazines, but it was a little
bit bigger that Sid's and Sid had told him that his was bigger than his
dad's. He thought that maybe seeing a real hard cock would make one of the
girls horny and want to fuck after all. Then he realized that he'd been so
busy staring at Susan's ass that he didn't see her look over her shoulder at
him. He made up his mind, concluding, 'If I wasn't already drunk I don't
think I could do this.'

	Continuing to return Susan's stare, Rob sat his beer on a nearby table and
pealed off his swimsuit, working the waistband down over his hard cock,
pushing the bunched up material to his ankles, and then stepping out of the
suit. With his eyes locked on Susan's, he saw her glance down briefly and
she smiled at him before putting down her beer cup and diving in the pool.

	Jill mimicked Susan's actions and both girls were in the pool and
underwater before Sid realized it hadn't been Rob that had dove in and
startled him. Then he smiled at Rob's boldness. Rob, his hard-on sticking
out proudly in front of him, had moved swiftly to where the ladder was
located by the far side of the pool. He got there just as the girls, who had
been swimming lazily underwater toward the ladder, broke the surface of the
water in front of him. Sid let his feet sink to the bottom of the pool so he
could stand waist deep in the water and watch the drama unfold. When his
sister started up the ladder and Sid realized she was totally naked, he was
every bit as amazed as Rob had been. It was the first time he'd seen his
sister completely naked since she started filling out.

	Susan smiled at the boldness of Rob's challenge. They'd told him no
touching and he'd positioned himself so that she either had to tell him to
get out of the way or brush against the front of his body to get past him.
He had one hand on the ladder railing, almost blocking it completely, and a
beer cup in the other hand so he was obeying her command to keep his hands
to himself. Susan, a typical teenager, enjoyed a challenge. With her eyes
once again locked with Rob's, she never said a word as she slowly climbed
the ladder and then let the entire front of her body slide across the front
of Rob's.

	Rob knew she was leaning into him so that he could feel the firmness of her
breasts and the hardness of her nipples as she raked them across his chest.
His hard cock was pushed up and to one side as she slid past him and he
almost lost it when her pubic hair brushed the underside of his swollen male
meat.

	Fighting the urge to shoot off on the spot, he thought, 'Serve her right if
I shot cum all over her belly - the big prick tease.' His cock was twitching
as once again he watched her walk away.

	Then he jumped reflexively when he felt a hand grab his cock. He'd been
paying so much attention to Susan, that another totally naked girl - in this
case Jill, who had followed Susan up out of the pool - had moved to within
arms reach and he'd never noticed.

"Bet I know what you're thinking," Jill teased.

He knocked her hand away from his cock and admonished her with a smile, "No
grabbing, remember?"

	That set the mood for the teen's activities for the next hour. The guys
would position themselves where they thought the girls were headed and the
girls, playing along, would either deviate completely, smiling at the guys
as they teased them, or would ignore the guys as they brushed past them in a
nonchalant manner.

	Rob was going crazy and didn't know how much more he could take. If
something didn't happen soon, he was going to go in the house and jack off
in the bathroom. Or maybe he'd just say the hell with it and jack off in
front of everyone, right there next to the pool. He'd noticed Sid stroke
himself a few times and both boys had pre-cum drooling from the tips of
their cocks. Susan noticed it too.

	Rob had seen her drain her beer cup and anticipating that she'd want a
refill, had moved to stand at the beer keg so that she'd have to move by him
to reach it. When she did, letting the curly hair of her mons brush the
cheeks of Rob's ass, Rob nearly lost it again. They were standing hip to hip
at the keg as he refilled her cup for her and Rob was doing his best to
concentrate on his bartending duties. However, the subtle movement of her
bare hip against his didn't go either un-noticed or without response. She
was teasing him, he knew it, and he didn't do anything to stop her.

	"You're drooling," Susan whispered and laughed when Rob tried to wipe his
mouth with his arm. "No, you goose. Down there," she told him softly.

	Rob knew where 'down there' had to be and sure enough, when he glanced at
the head of his cock, there was a string of pre-cum, almost as long as his
cock, hanging off the end of it.

	"What's it taste like?" she asked him quietly so the others wouldn't hear
their conversation.

	Rob looked at her and didn't know how to answer. He wasn't sure why she was
asking the question or what she was leading up to, but she seemed to be
serious, not asking out of idle curiosity.

	As if reading his mind, Susan explained. "Just wondered is all. I was
watching a few weeks ago when you and Sid were sitting out here by the pool
playing with yourselves and you thought no one was home and you both tasted
it. Tom has been trying to get me to put my mouth on him and I just wondered
what it would taste like."

	Her conversation was getting to him as much as her proximity. He had to
answer but couldn't think of anything that would make sense. "Huh, it's okay
I guess. Doesn't really have any taste that I remember."

	"What about cum?" she whispered, smiling and all but batting her eyes.
"Does it taste like cum?"

	Rob had to wonder how he should answer that one. He often swallowed his own
cum when he jacked off and had done that several times in front of Sid. If
Sid had told her, he couldn't deny it; unless he lied. But the alcohol had
destroyed all of his reserve, making him much bolder than normal.
"Different," he told her, trying not to blush. "Kind of salty."

	"What's kind of salty?" Sid asked, walking up behind them.

	Now Rob was blushing as he realized Sid might have overheard his
conversation with Susan. He was embarrassed to be caught in a sexual
conversation with his best friend's sister.

Susan seemed to be enjoying his discomfort. "Oh, Rob was just telling me all
about the taste of cum. You like to shoot off in your hand and lick your
hand clean so I figured Rob did it that way too. I don't know why you guys
don't just suck each other off so you wouldn't have to play with yourselves
all the time."

In stunned silence, Rob and Sid watched Susan walk off, afraid to look at
each other. They were both the kind and of the age to come back with some
sort of smart remark. But in this case, Susan had hit on the one topic that
had been in both their minds for some time and neither had the nerve to
bring it up. Finally, without making eye contact, Sid asked his friend,
"What the hell was all that about?"

	Rob explained about Susan having watched them jack off together a few weeks
back and then asked about her remark, that Sid liked to lick his hand clean
when he jacked off. "Do you do it in front of her or is she spying on you?"
he asked Sid.

	"Both I guess," Sid replied without further explanation as he filled his
cup and returned to the pool.

	Now Rob was looking at Sid's ass as he walked away and his mind was more
muddled than ever. 'He didn't try to deny he tastes his own cum, or say
anything about Susan's remark that we blow each other,' he thought. 'And the
way he said "both I guess," makes it sound like sometimes he must jack off
while he knows Susan is watching. He's never said a word to me about that.
He always tries to make it sound like Susan is a pain in the ass. Now I'm
beginning to think she turns him on as much as she turns me on. And that
fuckin' Jill is gorgeous. He tries to pretend he's not that interested, but
I know he has the hots for her. If she didn't have such a smart-ass mouth on
her, I'd be interested in her too. Did Susan mean she'd never had sex with
Tom? From what I've heard from the guys at school, most girls will suck cock
before they'll let a guy fuck them and if she hasn't sucked Tom yet then she
probably hasn't fucked him. But Sid says his sister is fuckin' Tom. Maybe
she just likes to fuck and is afraid to suck. She could suck me any day and
twice at night. Right now I'd let anyone suck me, including Sid and I swear
to God he wants to. Maybe Jill does too. I can't believe the little bitch
just walked up and squeezed my cock. I wonder what would have happened if I
hadn't been a dumb ass and stopped her. Shit, shit, shit! I'm never gonna
get laid if I keep doing dumb ass shit like that. I'll bet Susan was
planning to fuck Tom tonight and that's why she's acting so horny. She was
planning to get some dick and her 'dick' had to work. Poor baby, if she
needs some dick so bad, I'll help her out.'

	But even as Rob's thoughts turned to planning the best way to go about
offering Susan his help in the dick department, Susan and Jill got out of
the pool and headed for the house, brushing by him again.

	"I'm gonna walk Jill home," Susan said to no one in particular.

	"I'll drive you," Rob offered.

	Susan was already through the door, so Jill responded for both girls. "Hell
no! You guys are so drunk it's a miracle your dicks are hard," Jill told him
sarcastically. "You'd have a wreck before you could get out of the
driveway."

	He didn't bother to argue because he knew she was right. 'Trust Jill to
find some way to put me down,' he thought as he watched in silent
resignation as the girls went in the house and disappeared toward Susan's
bedroom. He was still standing in the same position a short time later when
they reappeared briefly, now fully dressed in shorts and blouses, and headed
toward the front door, waving goodbye.

	"What do you think?" he heard Sid ask behind him.

	What Rob was thinking was, 'I'm so fuckin' horny I could stick my dick in a
garbage disposal and it wouldn't even scratch it. I think the best chance
I've ever had at gettin' a piece of ass just waltzed her ass out of the
house. I think I'm going to jack off all over this fuckin' beer keg and I
don't give a damn what you think.' But what Rob answered was, "Think about
what?"

	"About what Susan said," his friend replied softly and Rob turned to see
Sid slowly stroking an erection as hard as his own.

	Even through his drunken haze, Rob could figure out what Sid was referring
to. It was Susan's remark about them blowing each other for relief and there
had never been a time in their lives when they both definitely needed some
relief more than they needed it right now. Rob felt a shiver run through him
and couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement or both.

	But his need was high and his inhibitions were low - the perfect
combination for teenage sexual experimentation. "I guess it wouldn't make us
queer if we just tried it once," Rob said softly.

	Even as the words came out of his mouth, Rob wondered how many flaming
fagots had gotten their start with a similar phrase. At the same time, he
also knew that putting Sid's cock in his mouth wouldn't change a thing if
Susan came back in and told him she wanted to fuck. Sucking Sid's cock
wouldn't change a thing about how he felt about Susan. He couldn't possibly
be queer if he still wanted Susan so bad - even if he did suck Sid's cock.
His knees were getting weak, almost making his decision for him as he
thought, 'So why the fuck not? I've thought about it often enough. Every
time we've ever jacked off together I've thought about Sid cumming in my
mouth. I think Susan and Jill fuck around together - Sid swears that they do
- probably finger each other and maybe eat pussy. Shit yes, why not.' His
knees touched the concrete in front of Sid at the same time as he reached
his conclusion Knocking Sid's hand away, he stared at Sid's cock, admiring
it from inches away, before taking as much as he could in his mouth on the
first try.

	As the sensation of having a cock in his mouth overwhelmed him, he closed
his eyes and thought, 'Might as well enjoy yourself cocksucker - there's no
turning back now. This is a real cock in my mouth and I'm now a real
cocksucker and I don't give a shit who knows it. I just wish to shit I knew
what I'm supposed to do. Slide it in and out like he's fuckin' my face, suck
at the same time, and keep my teeth off of it is all I know. How the fuck do
I keep from gagging when he pushes it all the way down my throat. The prick
thinks I'm some sort of deep throat specialist and I've never had a dick in
my mouth until now. If he does it again, I think I'm gonna puke.' As he
experimented with using his lips and tongue in different ways, he held Sid's
hips with both hands so he had better control of the rhythm and the depth of
Sid's penetration.

Rob's thoughts were interrupted when Sid grabbed the side of his head with
both hands and he felt Sid's cock throb. Rob hadn't considered what he'd do
when Sid began to cum and had been caught off guard. Quickly he thought, 'Oh
holy shit! He's cummin' in my mouth! And it's a lot. Should I try to swallow
or wait until he finishes? Better wait. No, better swallow. What the fuck
was that? Lightning? It's not supposed to rain at all this weekend. God he
must not have cum in a week! I have to swallow or it will be coming out of
my nose. Why is he jerking away? Did I do something wrong?'

	"God damn you Susan! I'm gonna kill you!" Sid screamed, taking off around
the side of the garage and leaving Rob to wonder what the fuck he was doing.

	Rob smiled to himself as he thought it through and concluded, 'Susan must
have snuck around the house instead of leaving and watched me give a blowjob
to her brother. Well fuck her. It was her idea - sorta. And I liked it. So
what. Maybe I should turn queer and not have to put up with all that female
bull shit. Bet it's a hell of a lot easier to find a cock to suck than it is
to find a woman to fuck. I hope Sid remembers he doesn't have any clothes on
before he goes chasing Susan down the street. I wanted to show him I still
had most of his cum in my mouth and let him see me swallow it. No sense in
being a half-assed cocksucker. It tastes about the same as mine and I think
I like it - a lot!'

	Those thoughts and a few strokes on his own engorged prick was all it took
for Rob to shoot a massive load on himself as he leaned back against a wall
of the house. He was still scooping up his cum with his fingers and
swallowing that too, when Sid returned.

	"The bitch took a picture of us with the Polaroid she got for her
birthday," Sid told him as he walked over to the beer keg.

	It took Rob a moment for the significance of Sid's statement to sink in.
With his eyes half closed, he'd mistaken a camera flash for lightning. Susan
was now in possession of a picture of him on his knees sucking the cock of
his best friend. And for some silly reason, like maybe all the beer he'd had
to drink, all he could think about was if she'd let him have the picture or
at least a copy of it.

	He chuckled as he thought about his own silly-ness. 'What would I do with a
picture of me sucking dick? Have it framed and put it on my desk in my room
at home? Yeah. Wouldn't my folks love that! Maybe I could take it to college
with me next month and have it put in the school paper. Be a helluva way to
make new friends. They'd all be horny young guys and dad  always says you
can't ever have too many friends.'

	When Rob didn't seem to show an ounce of concern for what Sid considered a
big-time dilemma, Sid reminded him of the potential problems they faced.
"What the fuck are you laughing about. What if she shows it around school or
to my folks or yours? Everyone thinks we're nerds and sissies already."

	"Then it shouldn't hurt anything," Rob answered, taking a cavalier
attitude, at the same time thinking, 'Why don't you just come over here and
let me suck you some more. I'm the one in that picture that's a cocksucker
so what the fuck are you hollerin' about.' But in his drunken semi-stupor,
Rob couldn't put those thoughts to words and just smiled a stupid smile and
shrugged his shoulders.

	Sid was still concerned with impressing Rob with the seriousness of the
situation. "She said something about her being in charge all weekend and we
could have the picture back. I couldn't chase her past the hedge and she
took off down the street with Jill so I don't know exactly what she means,"
he told Rob and then realized he was wasting his time. Rob was grinning at
him and nodding his head and would have probably have had the same reaction
if he'd told Rob to, "wake up and piss, the house was on fire!"

	That thought gave him another idea. He did need to piss and remembered that
Rob seemed to have enjoyed it when he'd pissed on the front of Rob's bathing
suit earlier.

	If Rob suspected what Sid was about to do, he gave no indication. He
continued to lean back against the house, shifting his gaze from Sid's cock
to his eyes and back again as Sid moved into position between the reclining
boys legs. Rob never moved a muscle, only smiled bigger, when Sid aimed his
softened cock in his direction. Rob and never flinched when the first burst
of hot pee hit him in the chest. And when Sid's piss stream arched up toward
Rob's face, Rob instinctively opened his mouth and closed his eyes.

	'Beer piss is tasteless,' Rob thought, comparing the taste of Sid's pee to
the times he'd laid in the bathtub and pissed in his own mouth. 'But it's
good. Maybe I am turning into a queer. Seems queerer to me to be drinkin'
another guy's piss than just suckin' his cock. Gotta pee too. Fuck it. We're
gonna have to hose the whole pool area down anyway.'

	As Sid's piss stream began to weaken, Sid watched in awe as Rob's pee
arched up from between his feet and splattered back down all over Rob. They
were the closest of friends, but apparently there were things about Rob that
Rob hadn't shared with him. Not that he'd been completely honest himself. He
would have bet anything that if he and Rob ever did anything sexual
together, that he and not Rob would be the one to take the lead. Instead,
Rob had sucked him off first and now it was time to return the sexual favor.

	Rob was still lost in a dreamy netherworld when he felt Sid moving between
his parted legs and an incredible wet warmth enveloped his cock. It was like
nothing he'd ever felt before and he was afraid it was part of a dream and
if he opened his eyes, the dream would end. Then the warm sensation on his
cock ended and he heard Sid ask if it felt good.

"Shit yes," he answered and the feeling on his cock resumed. Rob knew then
that his friend was sucking him and wished he hadn't given in to the urge to
jack off. He was sure he wouldn't be able to cum a second time so quickly
and then wondered if maybe that might be a good thing. The feeling that Sid
was giving him was just too incredible.

	Rob didn't cum as quickly nor in near the quantity that Sid had cum, but
Rob was sure it was more than enough to give his friend a taste of cock
cream other than his own. 'This could be that start of a really great
weekend,' Rob thought. 'Amazing! Thirty minutes ago I was watching the girls
and wishing that Susan wouldn't leave. Now I wish Rob's folks had taken her
with them. Monday is a Holiday and his folks won't be back 'til next weekend
and Sid and I could spend the whole week pissin' and cummin' and havin' a
ball.'

	After swallowing all there was of Rob's load, Sid got to his feet and
helped Rob to his. Then the two naked boys stood grinning at each other,
slightly embarrassed, but very turned on by their recent behavior. Each was
anxious to ask the other how he felt about what they'd done but held back,
knowing he'd have to answer the same question himself and neither was quite
sure at the moment exactly how they felt about their indoctrination into the
brotherhood of cock-sucking.

	Susan seemed like a safer subject. "You said Susan took a picture with her
Polaroid. Do you know why?" Rob asked.

	"Exactly why - no fuckin' idea. But you can bet your sweet ass that it
isn't good for us. My guess is that she intends to blackmail us somehow. In
fact, I'm sure of it. She made that remark about 'being in charge' and that
could mean anything. But exactly what she wants us to do to get that picture
back . . no fuckin' clue," Sid told him.

	They got the first hint a few minutes later when the phone rang and Sid
answered to find his sister on the other end. Rob could hear one side of the
conversation and had to guess what Susan must be saying. That was close to
impossible since almost all of Sid's side of the conversation was saying,
"Yes" and, "No." Then Rob thought it was humorous when Sid changed to, "Yes
Susan" and "No Susan" and "I understand Susan."

	Suddenly Sid thrust the phone at Rob. "She wants to talk to you and said
you better do whatever she says. You're the one in the picture with a cock
in your mouth."

	"As if I didn't know that," Rob told him, then put the phone to his ear and
smiled and listened while Susan explained her plans for the remainder of the
weekend. She didn't give him any details. Those, she told him, were to
follow when she got home. However the gist of it was that she was to be in
charge and the guys had to do everything she said until her parents got home
and if the guys complied, they'd be given the picture at the end of the
week. "Okay," he said and then immediately corrected himself. "I mean, Yes,
Susan, I agree," he told her.

	This seemed to be a very well thought out plan, he told himself as he hung
up the phone, figuring that somehow they'd walked into a plan the girls must
have been working on for some time. He didn't realize that most of the plan
wasn't a plan at all and was based on speculation between the girls that the
boys were probably doing the same things they were and went all the way back
to a misunderstood incident years earlier. Dormant for years, their
speculation had been renewed when Susan had seen Sid and Rob jacking off
together a couple of weeks back and intensified when Rob sat in Susan's piss
puddle today. Then Tom's phone call had put it all in motion, by canceling
one set of plans for the girls and freeing them to come up with another.
While the boys were thinking it a well thought out plan, in truth the girls
were ad-libbing as they went along.

	The misunderstood incident of years past had occurred not long after the
girls became friends in Middle School. They were just beginning to develop
into young ladies and a good deal of their thoughts and conversation had
concerned sex. Then Jill had almost walked in on her parents making love and
stopped in time to hear her dad say to her mother,  "I love the taste of
your pee-hole." She'd eased back out of the room undiscovered and tried to
make sense of it.

	She and Jill had a rudimentary understanding of the mechanics of sex and
had heard that sometimes women used their mouths on a guy and guys sometimes
used their tongues on women. At the time, it had seemed silly and humorous
more than anything they might actually want to try themselves when they
became sexually active.

	But overhearing Jill's dad's remark had gotten the girls to speculating
about oral sex and all the possible benefits. The biggies of course were
that, according to their sources, they couldn't get pregnant and it felt
good. But exactly what or how or where a guy was supposed to put his tongue
in order for a girl to achieve all this rapture had been a mystery. The 'pee
hole' remark had deepened the mystery and made them both all the more
inquisitive.

	"I can't tell exactly where the pee comes from," Susan had told her friend.
"I thought it came from the same hole that the babies come out but my cousin
Martha told me there's an extra hole somewhere for pee. So how is a guy
going to find the right spot if I can't find it?"

	"Maybe we should watch each other pee and then we'll know and if a guy
licks the wrong place we can tell him," Jill had suggested.

	"Do you think men really like to drink a woman's pee?"

	Jill had shrugged, not being any more knowledgeable than Susan and told
her, "They must. Why else would they lick a girl there?"

	At that time, Susan, without a female cousin to turn to, had considered her
older brother a source of sexual information and would ask him questions
that often left Sid speechless. "Do guys like to drink women's pee?" Susan
had asked him one night, a short time later, just after their folks had gone
to bed.

	"I guess that depends on how much he likes her," Sid had answered, not
letting her know that, up until that moment, he'd never heard of such a
thing. He had been dumbfounded when Susan explained that one of her friends
had caught her dad drinking her mom's pee. Maintaining his air of superior
sexual knowledge, he had acted like it was something he'd known about for
years. In truth, he was more clueless than Susan about most things.

	Not long after that, Susan had reported to her friend that she had tasted
her own pee and it wasn't bad. "Me too!" Jill had replied with a schoolgirl
giggle.

	"You tasted my pee?" Susan had teased.

	"No silly. I tasted my pee too and you're right. It's different but it's
not bad." Then after a moment, she had added, "But I will if you want me
too."

	"Taste my pee?" Susan had continued to joke and then realized that her
friend wasn't joking at all.

	Over the next couple of years, the girls went from tasting the other's pee
to licking the hole it came from and along the way, had learned of their
misunderstanding. But by then, and even now, as soon to be High School
Juniors, piss play continued to be a big part of the fun the two girls
shared together. The misunderstanding had become part of the intimate fun
they enjoyed and had been a secret between them.

	Sid didn't know that. He was certain the two girls had sex behind Susan's
locked bedroom door. The moans and groans and "Oh's" and "Ah's" and "Yesses"
that he heard with his ear to the door when Jill spent the night with his
sister, were all the proof his imagination needed to envision them locked
together in a torrid '69' like the women in his dad's hidden magazines. But
in spite of several clues, until very recently, he had been ignorant of the
girl's penchant for wetting themselves and each other.

	That same misunderstanding regarding Jill's parents had been the basis for
earlier experiments with piss play for the boys. At his first opportunity,
Sid had consulted his buddy Rob regarding Susan's question. Amongst
themselves, the boys were a lot more honest about their lack of sexual
knowledge and Rob was quick to admit he too had never heard of such a thing.

	"Doesn't make sense," he'd told his pal. "Think about it Sid. If you were
supposed to be drinking their pee, wouldn't they call it 'drinking' pussy
instead of 'eating' pussy?"

	That seemed logical to Sid, but he knew where sex was concerned, there were
a lot of things that weren't logical. He countered, "Yeah, that may be
right. But how come they call it a 'blow' job when a girl 'sucks' your cock?
Seems like when it comes to sex there's a lot of shit that's backwards."

	Yet they were definitely interested in learning more. Since they peed
several times a day and used their sex organ to do it, if there were any
possible way to derive some sort of sexual pleasure from taking a leak, the
boys wanted to know about it.

	So while the boys had seen a flaw in this new information, they were also
adventurous enough to want to experiment on their own. And like the girls,
they had tried playing with their own pee first and then shared that
knowledge. The boys had the added advantage of an 'aiming' mechanism and had
been much quicker to progress to wetting themselves and each other. But
where the girls interest had peeked early on, and then continued to the
present, the guys, after trying about every way they could think of to
include pee in their play, had moved on to other things like who shot the
most cum the farthest etc.

	Sid's pissing on the front of Rob's swimsuit had been the first time the
guys had tried anything like that in years, but the girls didn't know that.
They had assumed that since it was something they liked to do a lot and had
been doing for years, the boys must be into it too. And to their way of
thinking, if the boys indulged in piss play with each other, than they were
probably having sex as well. That had been something they'd been speculating
about for some time and quite a bit since the day Susan had watched them
jack off together. Having watched Sid piss on Rob had brought it up again.

	"Everyone admits to being bi these days," Jill had told Susan as they
watched the guys from the kitchen window. Rob still had his wet suit on but
Sid was running around the pool naked and half hard. "It's a 70's thing. All
that matters today is getting' off. It doesn't matter with who or how;
probably because of all that hippie stuff like free love and communes and
all. I'll bet if we get them horny and then leave them alone, they'll be all
over each other."

	Rob coming inside to speak to Susan had interrupted their discussion and
they had been stunned by his weird apology or whatever it was.

	As soon as Rob had gone back out to the pool, Susan had turned to Jill and
asked, "Did it sound to you like he was saying he wanted me to pee on him?"

	Jill, who had been biting her lip to keep from laughing at Rob, broke up
then. "Yep! That's the way I took it. He wished you'd peed on him instead of
Sid."

	"Do you think I ought to and see what he does?" Susan had asked, half
joking and half serious. Before Jill could answer her, the phone had rung
and Tom had explained to Susan why he had to break off their date that
evening. As soon as she hung up, Susan had explained the situation to Jill
and again asked what she thought they should do.

	Jill had suggested, "I think we ought to tease the shit out of them and see
what they do about it. I'll bet if we walk out there naked, they'll be
cumming all over themselves." After just the briefest of hesitations, the
girls had gone to Susan's room, taking off all their clothes as they put
together the basis of their plan. Then they had walked out to the pool to
shock the boys.

	The boys had shown considerably more patience and tolerance to the girl's
nudity and teasing than the girls had thought they could. It been nearly an
hour before Jill had pulled Susan aside and told her, "They're so horny
they'd fuck a rock pile if they thought there was a snake in it."

	"You're right," Susan had agreed. "Let's tell them we're leaving and see
what they do together."

	A short time later, peeking through a gap in the gate on the side of the
garage, the girls had witnessed Rob drop to his knees to suck Sid's cock.
When Sid had shut his eyes as his orgasm began, Susan had eased open the
gate, crept a little closer, and had taken a picture with her instant
camera. Then the girls had run off with Sid in hot pursuit.

	Sid's pursuit had lasted all the way to the last bush in the hedge
separating their driveway from the neighbor's. Realizing that Sid wouldn't
chase them down the street naked, the girls had stopped running a short ways
down the street and had turned to taunt Sid, telling him that as long as
they had that picture, they would be in charge.

	Now the boys waited to find out exactly what Susan had planned for them.
Her only specific instructions when she'd called from Jill's house had been
for the boys to remain naked, finish cleaning up after the earlier party,
and to cancel any plans they might have made for the rest of the weekend.
And in spite of being a little nervous because of the unknown, to their way
of thinking, anything that involved both staying naked and a female couldn't
be all bad. They had just finished hosing off the pool area when Susan stuck
her head out the sliding door and called them inside.

	Sitting side by side on the couch in the den as instructed, they were
surprised that Jill wasn't there.

	"Don't worry about Jill," Susan replied to her brother's query. "Jill has
to baby sit her little sister tonight. But she might come over later tonight
if her folks get home early and if she does, you'll obey her the same way
you'll obey me." When she didn't get a confirmation, she asked, "Do you
understand?"

	"Yes Susan," they replied in unison.

	"Better," Susan told them. "Anything I say should be considered an order
and should be answered with, 'Yes Susan' or 'No Susan'." She had to wait a
moment for them to figure out that was also an order and give her the "Yes
Susan" she was waiting for.

	"Much better. But speak up. I want to be sure I can hear you. We have
decided that you two sissies shouldn't be running around without clothes. So
to begin with," she told them, reaching behind her, "put these on."

	Rob looked at the panties Susan held in each hand. Both boys were somewhat
small for their age and Rob was sure they'd probably fit. He grinned and
thought, 'Why not. Might be fun. I tried wearing my mom's one time, but they
were too big. If this is the kind of stuff she's gonna make us do, it's
gonna be a lot of fun.' Then, taking the pair of panties that Susan was
holding out to him, he decided that looked kind of sexy and began rotating
it to determine which of the three lacy openings was the waist.

	Sid was hesitating and Susan told him, "What's the matter? You like to wear
them when you think I don't know about it. And sometimes you take one of my
nighties to sleep in. So what's the matter with wearing my panties now? If
you're worried about your girlfriend finding out, Miss Bobbi already has
hers on."

	Rob had indeed put the panties on almost immediately and was looking at his
friend to see if he was going to deny any of Susan's accusations. At first,
he wasn't too happy about Susan's feminizing his name. His folks had called
him Bobby up to the time he'd became a teen. Like many his age in school,
childhood nicknames were being shed and he had asked to be called Robert.
That had gotten shortened to Rob. Now he was back to a feminine 'Bobbi' and
since he was in panties, the more he thought about it, the more he liked it.
He watched as Sid took the other pair of panties and put them on, trying to
imagine Sid in one of his sister's short nighties, and wondering what sort
of feminine name Susan would come up with for him.

	"They look so cute! Great idea!" Susan said, as if there were someone else
in the room, causing Rob to look around and notice for the first time that
the phone was off the hook and that the receiver was lying on the table next
to where they were sitting. Obviously, Susan had called Jill before
summoning the boys inside and had left the phone like that so Jill could
hear everything.

	Rob nodded toward the phone and asked softly, "Jill?" He couldn't imagine
it being anyone else, but still felt relieved when she nodded in reply,
indicating that, so far at least, only the four of them were involved in
whatever the girls had in mind.

So far he liked it. Wearing panties was kind of neat and he almost wished he
had a sister as old as Susan so I could play with her clothes. He didn't
think a bra would be very comfortable, but thought that the rest of the
stuff girls wear for underwear was sexy. He decided that as long as no one
else found out, he wouldn't mind if she dressed him up like a girl. Maybe
that's what she had planned and that's why she'd been calling him 'Bobbi'.

	'Bobbi' hoped his thoughts hadn't put a smile on his face and given away
the fact that so far he was enjoying himself. He thought about the
children's story of Brer Rabbit and the briar patch and wondered if maybe he
should complain about having to wear lingerie. "I hope you're not gonna make
us wear anything else besides the panties," Rob told Susan, trying his best
to sound indignant.

	Susan smiled, but said sternly, "Quit acting like a baby. We'll decide what
you sissies should wear and you'll wear it no matter what it is." She waited
for her, "Yes Susan," from Bobbi and then after a moment, she told them,
"you sissies go wait outside. I want to talk to Jill."

	"Yes Susan," Rob answered much quicker this time. He wanted to talk to Sid
in private too and jumped up to lead the way, going back out to the pool. If
nothing else, there were still a few gallons of beer to be drunk - 'drunk'
being the key word.

	The two panty clad boys, each with a beer in his hand, began to laugh at
each other, when Sid said, "Hope to shit she left her camera at Jill's
house." They couldn't help but laugh at the image they must make at the
moment.

	It gave Rob the opening he'd been looking for. "Wearing your sister's
panties is okay. I like the way they feel. Why didn't you tell me you liked
to wear her stuff?"

	Sid was embarrassed to be talking about it and under different
circumstances might even have tried to claim that Susan had been making it
all up. But the alcohol helped to loosen his tongue and he told Rob, "I
don't know. I guess it didn't seem like something to brag about. You like it
too huh?"

	"Yeah, I think so. I know it's making me hard again and I guess that's a
good sign," Rob answered. "Can't hardly say you don't like something when it
gives you a boner."

	Automatically, with the mention of his arousal, Rob's eyes dropped to Sid's
crotch just as Sid's focus lowered to the bulge in Rob's panties. Or maybe
that should have be, to the front of Susan's panties on Rob. Or, if they got
to keep them, 'Bobbi's' panties. However it turned out, both boys were
wearing girl's panties and for the moment at least, loving every minute of
it.

	Trying his best not to let his growing desire show, Rob tried making
conversation. "Wonder what your sister had to say to Jill that she didn't
want us to hear?"

	Sid shrugged and told him, "No idea. With her it could be anything. But
since she didn't want us in the room, I'd have to guess it's about us. She
had that look on her face like she was dreaming up something."

	Rob finally remembered what he'd been wanting to ask Sid. "A while ago when
Susan told us we're 'disgusting', you told her, 'at least we don't wet the
bed'. You never told me that Susan wets the bed. Did you make that up?"

	Sid hesitated for a moment, than answered. "Don't guess any of it's a
secret any more," he began with a sigh. "Back at Christmas, my Aunt gave
Susan a bunch of real cute nightgowns and I decided to try one on when no
one was home and it turned me on. So I started taking one from the laundry
hamper every once in a while and sleeping in it and in the morning I'd jack
off and put it back in the laundry. I guess I got cum on her nightgown a few
times and she figured out how it had got there and she came in my room real
early, while I still had on panties and one of her nighties, and she caught
me."

	Sid paused and Rob, smiling at the scene in his mind, thought he was done
and prodded for more information. "So that's how you got to wearing her
lingerie. Okay, but what about her wetting the bed?"

	"I was getting to that. Susan used to wet the bed until she was about ten
or twelve - about the time I met you I think. I thought she had quit, but
about a year ago my mom asked me to help her turn all the mattresses in the
house. Susan wasn't home and when we got to her bed, her mattress had a
plastic cover on it to keep the mattress from getting wet. My mom told me
that Susan still had an accident sometimes and that I wasn't to say anything
about it to anyone. Well she didn't tell me not to say anything to Susan, so
I started teasing her about it and telling her I'd tell her friends at
school and she said she'd deny it and there wasn't any way I could prove it.
I wasn't really gonna say anything. Shit Rob, if I was gonna tell anyone I
would have told you and I didn't.

	"Then when she caught me in her nightgown, she told me I looked cute; like
she was okay with it and it was our secret if I wanted to wear one of her
nighties. Then one night when our folks were gone and I got home late, she
had me put on her nightie after I got out of the shower. I didn't know Jill
was spending the night. Once Jill saw me, she had a witness that I wore
sissy girls clothes and I didn't have a witness that she wet the bed and the
only person I could think of that I could get to be a witness for me was you
and I didn't want you to know I wore nightgowns. She threatened to tell
everyone about me if I said anything about her and she had a witness and I
didn't.

	"So I started paying real close attention to when she wet the bed and it
looked to me like the only time she did it for sure was when Jill would
spend the night on a Saturday night and Susan would wash all of her sheets
and stuff before mom and dad would get up Sunday. That told me that Susan
didn't want them to know about her wetting or something so the next time
Jill came over on a Saturday night, I put a load of clothes in the washing
machine on Sunday morning real early before Susan could. She had to leave
the basket with all the sheets in it by the washing machine and when she
went back to her room I looked through it."

	Again Sid paused, chugging down some of his beer, then went on. "Man,
everything in that basket was soaked! I don't mean a wet spot on the sheets;
I'm talking about soaked! And there were panties and nightgowns in the
basket and they were soaked too. There's no way they could have gotten that
wet by just one girl having 'an accident' and I'm sure her and Jill have
been having sex, so I figure they must be pissing on each other like we used
to do a few years ago. I can't prove it, but I think that's part of the
reason why she told mom she didn't want you to come over to spend the night
with me when Jill was spending the night with her."

	After thinking about all that while he refilled his cup from the keg, Rob
told him, "Well it shouldn't be a problem now. As long as she has that
picture, she has something a lot worse on us than bedwetting. Which sort of
reminds me. I have to pee again and she said we weren't supposed to take the
panties off." Then he asked deviously with a growing smile, "Does that mean
we're supposed to pee in them?"

	Sid answered, grinning just as broadly, "Shit, why not? I gotta pee too and
you're right, she did say to leave them on." He liked Rob's thinking but saw
one flaw. "Let's step over in the grass to do it. I don't want to have to
wash the patio again."

	As both boys let loose, the hot pee creating a wet transparency in the
front of Sid's panties, he pondered aloud, "Susan's been on the phone a long
time. I wonder what she and Jill are cooking up?"

	Rob didn't answer. He just shrugged his shoulders and smiled as the warm
flow of pee spread across the front of his panties and down his legs. Then
he moved to close the distance between them, until their pissy wet panties
were rubbing together.

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To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com