Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2017 18:46:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Misty Meadow <twinkletwat.um@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pee is for Pleasure

Pee is for Pleasure
by Misty Meadow

     I'm a slut!  Really, I mean it.  I'm an absolute total dirty fucking
slut and I'm proud of it.  Most people, when they learn about my obsession,
find me disgusting and want nothing to do with me, but a significant
minority feel the same as I do, so I don't lack for companionship.  My
fellow sluts and I find a suitable venue, my bathroom for example, or in
the long grass of some farmer's field, or a deserted beach and not to mince
words, we piss on each other.
     Yes, I'm into golden showers.  If you're offended, tough shit.
     I don't expect that you'll understand the thrill that pee play arouses
in me.  The smell and taste of fresh urine, once repulsive, has become like
perfume and fine wine, and I've become a connoisseur of piss, the flavour
of which differs from person to person and changes according to what
they've recently drunk.  For beginners I recommend drinks that are strongly
acidic to counter the acrid alkaline taste.  By the way, fresh urine is
sterile and harmless.  Some cranks claim it has medical benefits, but maybe
that's just their excuse to enjoy watersports.
     It's utterly thrilling, girls.  Yes, girls.  I'll let a man pee on me
at a pinch, like in a threesome, say, but girls are best.  This slut is a
gay slut.
					* * *
     I suppose I was about eight when it began.  It was all my older
sister's fault.  She started it.  One afternoon when Mum was out in the
garden, weeding or something, she suggested that we take a shower together.
I say "suggested" but it was more of a command.  Whatever my sister wanted
me to do, I simply did it.  It never occurred to me to question her.  It
was a hot day and a cool shower seemed like a good idea.
     Her name was Shadow and she was eleven.  I kinda worshipped her like
younger sisters often do and most of the time she was really nice to me.
We'd never showered together before, but there was no reason why we
shouldn't.  Though we slept in separate rooms we often saw each other naked
or partially undressed, coming and going and we didn't usually bother
locking the bathroom door.
     We went into the bathroom, undressed and stepped into the tub, pulling
the shower curtain closed.  I reached for the taps but she stopped me.
     "Don't turn the water on just yet.  I wanna try something.  Something
naughty.  Do you ever pee in the shower?"  I confess that sometimes I did.
"I always pee.  I love it.  It's so nice and naughty.  You go first,
Misty."
     It seemed a bit strange, but I never argue with her.  I tried to pee
but nothing happened.  "I peed just before lunch," I explained.
     "That was two hours ago.  Don't push it, just relax and let it
happen."  Suddenly it came, a stream of pee arcing out.  That was the
moment when it all started.  She put her hand between my legs into the pee
stream, causing it to spray on to my thighs.  "Oh, Misty, it's nice and
warm.  This is thrilling!"  When I was empty, she put her fingers up to her
mouth and sucked on them.
     "Ugh!" I said.  "It must taste yucky."
    "Not to me.  I like the taste of pee."  A big peculiar, I thought, but
she's my big sister and anything she likes is okay with me.  "Now it's my
turn," she said, taking my wrist and placing my hand between her legs.  Her
pee felt hot on my palm.  It sprayed wildly, but I knew we could just wash
it off.  She looked into my eyes.  "Isn't this awesome?  It's so naughty.
I love being naughty."  When she finished, we rinsed ourselves off,
laughing, just two little girls having a bit of fun.
     Looking back on it, the peeing part of it was the adventure, and
touching each others vaginas was incidental, though as time went by, those
aspects reversed themselves.
					* * *
     The following week, on another uncomfortably hot day, she and I were
walking through White Horse Wood, an expanse of trees covering a dozen
acres, through which ran a stream.  We crossed the little footbridge and
Shadow turned off the footpath and pushed through the bushes and
undergrowth upstream along the bank.  We came to an open area where the
water tumbled over a outcropping of rocks.  It was nice and cool in the
shade.  We took our sandals and socks off and stepped into the shallow
water.
     "I need to pee," she announced, "and guess what?  I'm gonna pee though
my knickers.  It'll be much naughtier than just peeing in the shower."
     I giggled, then said, "But your knickers are gonna smell of pee."
     "That's why we're here.  We'll just rinse them out in the stream,
okay?"  She bunched her dress up round her waist and tied it in a knot in
the front so it wouldn't fall down.  "Give me your hand."  She took my
wrist, drew me towards her and positioned my hand on her crotch.  "Rub up
and down with your fingers.  It'll make me want to pee, though it might
take a while."  She put her own hand between my legs and pressed her finger
to my crack through the cotton.  I lifted the hem of my dress and tucked it
into the neckline so I didn't have to hold it up.  It wasn't so much the
touch of her finger that made me want to pee, it was more the sound of the
trickling stream.  "I like to feel like I'm bursting before I pee," she
said.  "It makes it that much more exciting.  Take your time."  I was in no
hurry for this to end.  The feel of her finger sliding up and down on my
knickers was making me tingle in a new, exciting way and though I could've
peed right then, I was happy to wait for her.
     "Your finger feels nice," she said.  "It's like when I'm in bed at
night, except that I put my hand inside my knickers.  It sends me off to
sleep."  That was the first time I'd encountered any mention of
masturbation, as I later learned it was called, but it wasn't the last.
     After several minutes of rubbing, she announced that she was ready to
pee and I let my own go.  We stood there, giggling, peeing on each others
hands, still stroking away, our pee spraying wildly.  When we were empty,
she didn't stop stroking me, so I continued as well.  Finally my feet began
to get cold.  I stepped away from her, slid my wet knickers down and
stepped out of them.  I bent and rinsed them in the burbling water and
watched as she did the same.  Then we wrung them out as tightly as we
could, then flapped them in the breeze.  We stepped ashore and laid our
knickers down side by side on a dry rock, warmed by the sun, then selected
another rock to sit on.  There we were, two little girls, one eleven, one
eight, sitting with their dressed hoisted to show off their pee pees,
admiring each other.  What a wonderful sight that would've been if someone
had stumbled upon us, but the wood was deserted.
     Looking back at that memorable afternoon, I often wish that someone
had come along and caught us.  It would've made our naughtiness all that
more egregious.  Maybe she'd have been a lesbian who was into little girls,
as I later became, and who'd have carried the memory for the rest of her
life.
     Every few minutes, Shadow moved our knickers to a new hot-spot on the
rocks and soon they were bone dry and we put them on and let our dresses
fall.
     "That was fun, Misty," Shadow said.  "Did you like doing that?"
     "I did.  I liked it a lot."  It had been deliciously naughty and I
hoped we'd do it again soon.  I didn't have to wait long.
					* * *
     It happened again in the bathroom.  Mum had gone out shopping and we
had the house to ourselves.  As soon as she was out of the door, Shadow
grabbed me by the hand and pulled me upstairs.  All morning she'd been
fixing me drinks, Pepsi, fruit juice and even a cup of tea and now I
realised why.
     "Get undressed down to your knickers," she said, unzipping her dress
and letting it fall.  Seconds later, there we were in our white cotton
knickers, the kind schoolgirls everywhere wear.  We looked at ourselves in
the mirror, standing side by side.  "We're sexy, Misty!  We're really
fucking sexy."  Her use of the forbidden word made my stomach churn with
excitement and helped to cement the bond between us.  "Okay, Kiddo, into
the shower, then."  I knew not to turn the water on and as she followed me
into the tub, I reached out for her crotch.  She pulled the front of her
knickers out and guided my hand inside, right down between her thighs, so
with my free hand I held my own knickers out invitingly and her hand went
down inside, where, as I now know, it belonged.
     "Do you need to pee, Misty?" she asked.
     "Like a racehorse!"  I don't remember where I'd picked up that
expression but it seemed appropriate.
     "Hold it for as long as you can.  I'm holding mine and I'm bursting."
We each slid our middle finger up and down the other's crack and now, not
only was my pee pee tingling, the fact that I was touching her in that most
private of parts made it all the more exciting.  The pressure was building
and soon I could hardly hold it and pee began to trickle out past her
finger.  Then I could not longer stop the the flood.  With a big sigh of
relief she immediately joined me, drenching my hand with her hot, golden
liquid, lubricating my finger so that it slid up and down the slick lips of
her pee pee.  "Oh, Misty, we're such bad girls, aren't we?"  She had her
free hand on the back of my neck and she pulled me in so that our foreheads
touched.  We gazed down at the crazy phenomenom below, as our fingers still
worked briskly and pee flew in every direction.  My flow stopped, but hers
carried on, an incrediable amount of pee, seeming to last for minutes,
though in reality it must've been far less.  When she was at last empty, as
that time in the woods, we didn't take our hands away, in fact I felt her
middle finger push into me.  This was new and exciting and being the
obedient little sister that I was, I pushed my finger into her.
     "Go deep, Sis.  Push it all the way in.  Now rotate your hand, palm up
and curl your finger.  Oh, my God!  That feels so fucking good!"
     She was considerate enough not to push all the way into me.  I knew
about hymens because I'd read stuff on the internet, and I was supposed to
save mine until I was married and my husband would push his thing . . . I
shuddered with horror at the thought.  Nevetheless, her finger made my pee
pee feel good in a special way and the feeling was spreading throughout my
tummy.
     And then she kissed me!  This wasn't a peck on the cheek, no, she
pressed her lips to mine and pushed her tongue between my lips.  This was
more exciting than her finger and I let her do it.  At that moment, I'd let
her do anything.  I followed her example and pushed my tongue out and felt
her suck it in.  We came up for air, extracing our hands from each others
soaked knickers.  She licked her hand and said, "Yummy!  I love the taste
of your pee.  We're gonna have lots more fun from now on."  I licked my own
fingers.  It was a slightly acrid, earthy taste that wasn't nearly as bad
as I thought it'd be.  I could get used to it, I felt.
     We removed our knickers, rinsed them out and tossed them into the
laundry hamper.  Then we showered.  "Soap my tits," she said.
     "You don't have any yet," I pointed out.
     "No, but my nipples are getting bigger.  Rub suds on me and pinch
them.  See how thay stand out?  Soon I'm gonna have a nice pair of titties
and I'll let you play with them if you're good."
     "What do I have to do to be good?"
     "Pee on me whenever I ask, not just on my hand, but on my body when
I'm taking a bath.  Like all over me."
     "You're weird, Shadow."
     "Yeah, but you like that, don't you?"
     I did, I did.
					* * *
     For the next few weeks we didn't have any opportunities to play pee
pee games.  Mum was always around and if we'd both been in the bathroom
with the door locked, she'd have been suspicious so we just waited.
     One Saturday, she announced she was going up to London for the day,
and it was Shadow's job to take care of me and keep me out of trouble.  I
smiled to myself when she said that.  As soon as she left, we looked at
each other.
     "What're we gonna do?" I asked.
     "Skinny dip.  We're gonna get nice and naked and fool around in the
pool."
     "But the neighbours can see us."
     "I happen to know that Mr. Johnson is in hospital and Mrs. O'Reilly on
the other side is as blind as a bat, so we can do whatever the fuck we
want.  Come on, grab some towels and the sunscreen.  I want an all over
tan."
     Out at the pool, we pushed a couple of lounges together under the big
umbrella and stripped off.  I gazed at my sister's naked body.  Were her
tits actually growing?  It was hard to tell, but I did see a wisp of hair
on her mound.  She caught me staring.
     "So you think I'm sexy, Sis?" she asked.
     "Your tits and pubes are growing."
     "Yeah, I'm gonna shave that off.  I don't want a big hairy bush hiding
my pussy.  I want to be able to show it off.  But you're adorable, Misty."
I must have looked dubious because she added, "If you think you're too
young to be sexy, you're wrong."  I might have blushed.  "Now I'm gonna pee
in the pool."  I knew that was forbidden though we both did it all the
time, but I was surprised to see her step on to the diving board and walk
down to the end.  "Run and get your camera," she said and I dashed into the
house and came out with my iPhone.  She stood at the very end of the board,
put her hands on her bum, pushed her hips out and started to pee.  It arced
out and fell, breaking up into little pee drops like rain as it splashed
into the water.  I zoomed in and started taking pictures as fast as I
could, so that at least one of them would turn out okay.  She finished and
came back poolside to join me.  We sat on a lounge and looked at the
phone's screen.  I'd caught the action perfectly, especially the expression
of excitement on her face.  Her whole body seemed to scream, "Look at me!".
     "Awesome," I breathed.  "Should I do the same?"
     "No.  I have a much naughtier task for you."  My pulse picked up.
"I'm gonna lie on my back on the grass and you're gonna stand over me."
Suddenly I was excited.
     "And you want me to pee on you?"
     "Yes, pee on my tits and on my pussy and then pee on my face."
     "Your face?"  This was a bit extreme.
     "Do as you're told."  I was all to eager to be as naughty as she
wanted and when she was lying supine on her back, her arms spread wide, her
legs invitingly parted, I stood with me feet either side of her hips, and
pulled my pee pee lips wide open.
     "Oh, Misty, you're all nice and pink inside.  Okay, go ahead and pee."
I relaxed and let my pee begin.  At first it landed on her chest, but then
she pointed downwards and I aimed so that it hit her right on her pee pee,
as she liked to call it.  Her eyes were alight with joy.  "Now, my face!"
she cried and I shuffled forwards until she closed her eyes and I was
peeing right on to her lovely face, soaking her hair.  I should've been
surprised when she opened her mouth, but somehow, given the circumstances,
it seemed to be the natural thing for her to do and my pee went directly
in.  Alas, there was very little left, but for two or three seconds, my
sister was drinking my pee.  When I was empty, I saw her swallow and lick
her lips.  I watched as she ran her hands up and down her body, from her
thighs to her shoulders, spreading the wetness all over herself.  Then her
hand slid down her tummy and her fingers stroked her pussy.  "Look, Misty,
I'm masturbating!" she cried, shamelessly. This was another subject I'd
researched in Wikipedia.  I gazed down at her, thrilled that she was
sharing this intimacy with me and to let her know how much I appreciated
it, I put my own hand between my legs, my middle finger in my pee pee.
Then I decided I wasn't being naughty enough so I put my finger in my mouth
and sucked on it.  I got the earthy taste of my pee, mixed with that same
taste I got when I pleasured myself in bed.  The I stepped aside to let
Shadow climb to her feet and jump into the pool.  I followed her, and as we
stood neck deep in the water, I put my arms round her neck and my legs
round her hips.  We briefly kissed and then her hands moved to support my
bum and her fingertips were right at my pee pee, probing.  I was totally
carried away, out of this world.
     "One day, you'll want me to pee on you," she said, "When you're older
and begin to have real sexual feelings.  Being naughty is fun, but being
sexually turned on is amazing.  You're gonna love it."
     "I love it already," I said.  "You can pee on me if you like."
     "Thanks, Sis, I will, but let's wait for the perfect moment, when the
time is right."
     Any time would've been right with me.
					* * *
     How could she like the taste of pee?  One time I stole a sip from
someone's glass of beer and it was nasty and bitter, but so many people
like it that it must be an acquired taste.  That's what pee tasted like:
beer.  One evening in the bathroom, just before I went to bed, I took the
glass that held all our toothbrushes, emptied it out, and peed into it.  I
held it up to my nose and sniffed it, pretending that it was Shadow's pee.
I took a tentative sip.  It could be worse, I thought.  I took another, but
I couldn't bring myself to drink it all so I emptied it in the wash basin,
carefully rinsed out the glass and replaced the toothbrushes.
     The following day I told Shadow what I'd done.
     "Bravo, Misty.  So did you like the taste?"
     "Not really."
     She started to explain about alkilinity and ph and I must have looked
bewildered because, she said, "Forget all that.  Just remember that if you
drink lots of acidic stuff like Coke or grapefruit juice - cranberry juice
is the best - your pee will taste much nicer."  So that was why she was
always pestering Mum to buy fruit juices.  "Try to drink pee as often as
you can and if you're like me, you'll get to love it."  I desperately
wanted to be like her.
					* * *
     One Saturday morning when Mum was out at the library, returning
overdue books I went into the bathroom to find that Shadow was in the
shower.  "I need to pee," I called over the hiss of the water.
     "Wait!" she called drawing the curtain back.  I could see that her
tits were really beginning to form.  She took the hand-held shower head and
rinsed the suds from her body, then changed its setting to "pulse" and
aimed it at her pee pee.  "You should try this," she said, grinning at me,
"It makes my pussy tingle."
     "I really need to pee, Shadow.  Any minute now and I'll be wetting my
knickers."
     "Then lift your dress and let me watch."
     "No, it'll get all over the floor and I'll have to mop it up."  She
stepped out of the tub and started toweling herself off.
     "Okay, pull you knickers down and sit on the toilet, but don't pee
just yet."  I stood with my back to the bowl, lifted my dress and slid my
knickers down to my knees.  She hung the towel on the rail and stepped
close to me.  "Sit down."  I obeyed and she dropped to her knees and pulled
my knickers down from my knees to my ankles then pushed my legs wide apart.
"Lean back and slide your bum right to the edge of the seat," she said, her
eyes locked on my pee pee.  I did as bidden, and lay sprawled, offering
myself to her.  Then she did the most amazing thing.  She leaned in and
placed a lingering kiss on my pee pee.  This was way beyond naughty.  This
was utterly thrilling.  Touching my pee pee with her fingers had been
exciting enough, but this was different.  It was so intimate.  Her tongue
pushed into me and a delicious wam feeling spread throughout my whole
tummy.  Then she started licking me, dragging her tongue from the bottom of
my slit right up to the top where that little bump was, the place where I
touched myself every night.  I ran my hands over her head.
     "Oh, Shadow, this is awesome!" I breathed.  "So deliciously naughty."
My heart was racing.
     She lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes alight with excitement.
"We can get a lot naughtier than this," she said, then went back to licking
me.  I could no longer hold on to my pee and a little squirt sprayed out.
She immediately stopped licking and clamped her lips on to me.  Pee was
dripping on to the floor and I slid my bum back so it'd go into the bowel,
breaking the seal of her lips.  She put her hands round my bum and tried to
slide me forward again but I resisted.  By now my stream was in full force,
so she contented herself with putting her hand in it, then licking it when
I'd finished.  "At least I got a small mouthful," she said.
     "Wow!" I said, lost for words.  Playing pee games was awesome enough
but her tongue on my pee pee was like her fingers touching me, only a
hundred times better.  She sat back on her bum, leaning against the wall,
her thighs spread wide, displaying her pee pee which was developing lips
and a little arch at the top shielding her bump.  We stared at each other,
thrilled by what we saw and excited by the act of showing off our private
parts.  I crumpled up some toilet paper to wipe myself, but she stopped me.
     "I'm gonna lick you clean, Misty.  It's called cunilingus and it's
what lesbians do.  I'm gonna be a lesbian when I grow up."  I instantly
decided that I wanted to be one, too.  She untangled my knickers from round
my ankles, tossed them in the laundry hamper, then took me by the hand and
led me into her bedroom.  "Take your dress off and lie on the bed so I can
lick your darling little pussy properly."
     "No, no!" I cried, "let me do it to you."  She hesitated.  "Are you
ready for this?"
     I was ready for anything.  "Yes, yes, please let me kiss and lick your
pee pee, Shadow."
     "Tell you what, Kiddo.  You can sit on my face and while I'm eating
your pussy, you can lean forward and do whatever you want to mine, okay?"
Oh, my God, this was gonna be incredible!  I rolled aside and she took my
place.  I kneeled astride her chest and slowly lowered my body.  She
wriggled down the bed so that my pee pee landed right on her mouth, and her
tongue went to work.  I leaned forward and pulled her lips apart with my
fingers, gazing at the glistening pinkness inside. I was dizzy with
excitement.  I could detect that same smell that lingered on my fingers at
night.  I kissed her, gently at first, then firmly, then pushed my tongue
in as far as it'd go.  Then I began to follow what she was doing to me as
she licked and played with my bump using the tip of her tongue.  Her bump
was considerably bigger (unusually big as I later found out), big enough
for me to put my lips round it and suck.
     She gasped and pushed my bum up with her hands.  "My God, Sis, where
did you learn to do that?"
     "It just seemed the natural thing to do," I said, lifting my head to
catch my breath.  "Was it nice?"
     "I was in heaven.  Do it again!"  I repeated my efforts, sucking in an
out rapidly and she squirmed with pleasure.
     Pushing me up once more, she asked, "D'you have any pee left?"
      "A drop, maybe."
     "Then let me have it."  I tried to force it out but nothing came, so I
just relaxed, enjoying the feel of her lips pressed against my pee pee.
Then my excitement surged as I felt the flow begin.  I could feel Shadow
sucking on me.  There was probably less than half a cupful and when I was
empty,she lifted me again and rolled me off her.  She was licking her lips
and her cheeks were wet with pee.  "I got it all!" she crowed.  "It was
delicious, Misty."  A big grin split her face, and I realised that I was
grinning too.  She pushed me on to my back and threw herself on top of me,
kissing me and pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.  I could faintly
taste my own pee, and because it was in her mouth, I reveled in it.  If she
liked my pee then I liked it, too.
					* * *
     We were walking home from school.  The midsummer sun was high in the
sky and a gently breeze wafted the tall grass in the fields as we passed.
We turned into our lane and just a hundred yards away from the main road, a
five barred gate led into a meadow.  Soon it would be mowed to make hay,
but at the moment it was still high, peppered with wild flowers.  Insects
hummed and the faint sound of bird song came from a nearby wood.  Shadow
stopped and looked at the gate.
     "You're gonna tell me you need to pee," I said.
     "Good guess, Misty.  Let's climb the gate and hide in the long grass
while we pee."  In seconds we were over the gate, striding through the
grass over a rise and down into a dip where we'd be out of sight of the
lane.  "This'll do,"she said, lifting her skirt up round her waist.
     "Are you gonna pee through your knickers again?" I asked.
     "Of course.  I'll take 'em off as soon as we get home and rinse them
and toss them in the hamper.  Here we go."  The front of her white cotton
knickers darkened with the dampness, then pee began to drain down from the
crotch.  I watched, transfixed until the stream of pee suddenly stopped.
     "I thought you needed a pee real bad," I said.
     "I haven't finished yet."  She pulled the wet crotch aside with her
fingers revealing her dripping pee pee.  "Kiss me, Misty.  Kiss me right
here.  Kiss my cunt."  She shuffled forwards, moving away from the wet
patch on the grass.  My heart was pounding with excitement as I knelt down
between her feet, tilted my head back and kissed her pee pee.  I went to
work with my tongue, doing whatever I thought might give her pleasure until
she said, "I'm gonna pee again.  Will you drink it?"
     At that moment I was prepared to do anything to make my sister happy
so eagerly replied, "Yes!  Pee for me!" and pressed my lips firmly against
her.  Hot pee poured into my mouth and I found that I was able to swallow
it much faster than it came, so nothing was going to be spilt.  The flavour
was surprisingly mild, and I recognised notes of wheat, mushrooms, beer and
black earthy soil.  I wasn't at all put off by the taste.  This was my
darling sister, the person I most loved in life, and I was going to enjoy
her pee no matter what it tasted of.  All too soon, she was empty, but I
put my hands on her bum and held her, my face still buried between her
thighs.  I went back to sucking on her clit as I felt her fingers digging
into my scalp.
     "I'm gonna cum!" she cried as her whole body trembled. "Oh, fuck
Misty, I'm gonna cum!"  She let out a loud groan, then cumpled down on to
the grass, her skirt still up round her waist, her wet knickers still
pulled aside, her cunt, as she called it, still in plain sight.  I knelt
there, gazing at her glistening cunt, her clit swollen, her lips blushing
pink, adoring her, loving her, delighting in the "dirty" thing we'd just
done.
     It took a while for her to come back down to earth, but then she
looked at me, admiration in her eyes.  "You drank it, Misty!  Wow, that was
awesome.  How did I taste?"
     "I loved it.  I loved every drop. Your pee is amazing and I've fallen
in love with your pee pee."
     "We're gonna have to call it by a grown up name, like 'pussy' or
'cunt', she said.  "'Pee pee' is for little girls.  We're big girls, now."
     "Cunt," I said, emphatically, trying out the word for sound.  It had a
naughty ring to it.  I tried some examples: "Look at my cunt.  Let me touch
your cunt.  I wanna lick your cunt."  She grinned.  I continued, "Yeah,
it's a much better word than "pee pee'.  If we're gonna be doing dirty
things, then we might as well use dirty words."  (By "dirty", I didn't mean
unclean or insanitary, but I didn't yet know words like "lewd" or
"lascivious" or "depraved".  I was still only eight.)
     We could hear the sound of a farm tractor and it was getting louder.
No farmer likes his crops trampled, not even grass.  "Let's get out of
here," Shadow said.  Damn, I wanted her to lick my cunt and drink my pee
too, but the danger of being caught was too great.  We hightailed it back
to the gate and went home.
					* * *
     I didn't have to wait long.  At nine o'clock Mum said she was tired
and was going to bed.  "Don't forget to brush your teeth," she said, going
upstairs.  We waited until she'd left the bathroom then looked at each
other.  We didn't need to say anything, it was obvious what we both wanted.
Shadow took my hand and led me upstairs.  In the bathroom, we both took off
our white ankle socks and our dresses.
     "I love the way you look in your knickers, Misty," she said, eyeing me
up and down.  Are you gonna let me take them off you?"
     "Only with your teeth," I said, mischievously.  "Hands off, teeth
only."  She dropped to her knees and took the waistband at the front
between her front teeth and dragged down.  It sprang right up again.  Now
she tried at one hip and this worked better.  My knickers were now lop
sided.  The other side worked even better and the waist was now stretched
from hip to hip, still hiding my cunt.  She spun me round and hauled the
back down as far as it'd go.  Back in front, my cunt was now revealed.  She
gazed at it.
     "I just adore your sweet little cunt, Misty.  I must be a freak
because I think it's sexier than all the grown up cunts I've seen."  I felt
a spark of jealousy.
     "Whose?" I demanded.
     "Mum, for a start, but also some of the older girls at school.  We get
in a group in a toilet stall and show of our cunts to each other."
     "Do you touch each other?"
     "Not yet."
     "Any peeing?"
     "No.  That would gross most of them out.  It's just a 'you show me
yours and I'll show you mine' game.  Your's is the only cunt I really
love."  She leans in, take a big bite of my knickers and drags them down
far enough so they fall.  I step out of them.  She starts to run the water.
     "Are we gonna pee?" I ask.
     "Yeah, but I want you to lie down in the tub and I'm just making it
comfortable for you, just two or three inches of warm water with some
scented bath salts."
     "And you're gonna pee on me?  Through you knickers?"
     "Just lie in the tub and get comfortable.  Let me know if the water's
too cold and I'll add some hot.  Oh, Misty, you look so wonderful lying
there naked for me to do anything I want to you."  It was true.  I was her
sex slave, willing to suffer any humiliation at her hands.  She stepped
into the tub, her feet either side of my waist. I lay there, my heart
pounding with excitement as she bent he knees slighty and waited for her
flow to start.  A moment later, a big wet patch spread all over the front
of her knickers and as the became saturated, the hot yellow stream fell
from the crotch straight down on to my titless chest, causing my nipples to
perk up.  She immedieately stepped back so that she now could aim at my
cunt.  The feeling was almost as good as her fingers had been, but the
scenario made it much more thrilling.  My own big sister was peeing right
on to my cunt.  I spread my lips with my fingers and momentarily she was
firing right into me, but then she stopped.
     "Gotta save some for the best part," she said, taking her soaking wet
knickers off.  Then she knelt, her knees either side of my ribs and pressed
her knickers on to my face.  Having my face buried in the underwear she'd
peed through earlier in the day, knickers she hadn't bothered to change,
knickers she'd just peed through again, was exquisite.  The heady aroma
added to the "dirtiness" of what we were doing.  I inhaled and sucked and
tried my best to extract as much pee as I could from them, but got little
more than just the flavour.  After a few seconds, she took them away, rose
up on her knees.
     "Now for a nice big drink for my darling little sister Misty.  Open
wide.  There's a good girl."  Her aim was perfect.  From almost two feet
above me, an arc of golden nectar fell into my waiting mouth, slowly
filling it.  It's amazing how much pee one's mouth can contain.  When she
was empty, I closed my lips and swirled her pee round and round like a
mouthwash, concentrating on the flavour, breathing in and out of my nose.
Finally I swallowed it all, and burped.
     "You liked it!  Look at that smile on your face. Oh, Misty, you've
become just like me, a true pee lover. Now I wanna drink yours.  Let's swap
places."
     I stood up and made room for her to lie down.  With my palms, I spread
her pee all over my chest and tummy and down my thighs.  She looked at me
and smiled.  Lying down, she raised her knees and let them fall open.  I
could see her big clit looked bright pink and swollen.
     "How do you want it," I asked.
     "All in my mouth," she demanded.  I positioned myself above her,
standing with knees bent and I waited, feeling the pressure build up, and
allowing her the pleaure of anticipation.  I gazed down at her and saw the
adoration in her eyes.  "Take your time.  I love you, Misty."
     "I love you, too, Shadow, especially your gorgeous cunt and your
delicious pee.  Are you ready?  Here we go!"  The first drops spashed on
her face so I adjusted my aim and shot the stream right into her mouth.  I
watched as it filled but my need to pee had been much greater than hers; my
bladder had been bursting, so when her mouth was full and pee started to
overflow down her cheek, I shut off my pee for long enough for her to
swallow, then started again.  I'd delivered two whole mouthfulls, which is
quite a lot of pee, with hardly a drop wasted, and just as I started on the
third, the door burst open.  Oh, shit!  We' forgotten to lock it!
     Mum stepped into the bathroom and prompty froze.
					* * *
     At this point, I should tell you about Mum.  She had Shadow when she
was only thirteen.  There's some kind of story going round that she was
raped but I never learned the details.  Now she was twenty four and still
quite stunning.  We were the kids in the school with the sexiest Mum.  Some
of the senior boys used to hint that they'd like to . . . well, you can
imagine.  She was petite and looked gorgeous in those "little black
dresses" that she always wore, modest neckline, sleeveless, hem down to
just above her knees.  "Classy" is the word I'm looking for.  In many ways
she was more like a big sister to us than a domineering mother.  She always
talked freely to us when we had questions about sex. She wasn't embarrassed
to answer them; it was we who were too timid to ask.  It was easier to look
stuff up in Wikipedia which saved any blushing.  We both loved her to bits.
					* * *
 I clamped the muscles that control my pee, but it was too late.  She'd
seen everything.  Shadow shut her mouth and swallow the contents but we
were both too late.  Mum intuited exactly what was going on.  My heart
pounded, not with excitement this time, but with terror!  Our sexy little
secret was out!  We'd be severly punished for committing indecent acts, for
being perverts.  The authorities would separate us, sending us to separate
boarding schools while the head shrinkers figured out how to "cure" us.  I
burst into tears.
     "Oh, Mum, I'm so sorry.  We weren't doing anything really bad.  It was
just a silly childish game."  The strange thing was that through the blur
of my tears, I could see a big grin on her face.  Why wasn't she screaming
with anger?  I looked down and Shadow had rolled on to her side and curled
into a foetal position, her hands over her face.  He shoulders shook with
her sobs.
     "Well, well," Mum said in a perfectly normal voice, "my two little
girls have been having fun, I see.  I'm surprised at you, Misty, seeing as
you're only nine next week.  I'd have thought you weren't ready for kinky
sex like this, but I guess I was wrong.  But Shadow, you don't surprise me
one little bit."  Shadow sat up, bewildered, her face streaked with tears.
"Don't be afraid girls, I'm not mad at you.  I'm gonna let you into a
secret, but first I need to pee."  She hoisted up her nighty and I was
surprised to see that her pubes were all shaved off.  She sat on the
toilet, leaned back and with a sigh of contentment, started to pee.  Her
stream, falling into the bowl, sounded loud.  "You can come over here and
stand close and watch if you like.  I love watching girls pee.  I guess you
guys must have inherited my 'pee pee' gene.  I was gonna tell you all about
it when you were older, but I see you're early developers so now I don't
have to keep it a secret any more."
     Shadow and I climbed out of the tub and stood in front of her,
watching as Mum peed into the bowl, put a finger in the stream and sucked
it clean.
     "That's a big strong," she said.  "I should go back to drinking
cranberry juice again.  Is that why you've been pestering me to buy it,
Shadow?  You said it was because you liked the taste, but, ah-ha, it's the
taste of pee that you like, isn't it?"
     Shadow managed to smile.  "I guess I'm busted.  Yes, Mum, I'm a pee
drinker."
     "And so am I," I abruptly announced unthinkingly, them clamped my hand
over my mouth.
     Mum's face broke into a dazzling smile.  "Oh, my darlings, I'm so
proud of you!"  A quick flicker of concern crossed her face.  "You haven't
been drinking boys pee, have you?"  The idea clearly horrified her.
    "No, no, just each other's," Shadow hurried to reassure her.
     "Oh, sweet Jesus, that's priceless.  My two darling daughers are gonna
grow up to be lesbians, like me."  Her pee stream stopped and she lay back
against the raised toilet lid and slit her bum forward to the edge of the
bowl, her legs broadly spread.  It was the same position I'd adopted when
Shadow had first kissed my cunt.  It loked like an invitation.  "Perhaps I
should've told you both that I'm gay.  I hope it's not to much of a shock
to you."
     "I kinda suspected it, Mum," said Shadow.
     I shrugged.  "Gay is okay.  I wanna be gay when I grow up."
     "You're gay right now," Shadow said with a snigger.
     "Be as gay as you both wanna be," said Mum.  "You can always change
your minds later if you need to.  Meanwhile, I still have a little pee
left. Who wants it?
       I felt ambivalent, but Shadow jumped right in, saying, "Me, me,
please."  She dropped to her knees between Mum's thighs.  Mum slid her
lower body even farther out, pushing her legs even wider.  Shadow leaned
in, pressed her lips to her mother's cunt and I could see her cheeks dimple
as she sucked, eager to collect Mum's pee faster than it could be
delivered.  Then she sat back on her heels and swallowed.
     "Oh, my darling Shadow," she murmured, "I'm so proud of you."  She
looked at me and added, "I should've saved some for you, Misty, but I
guessed that Shadow likes stronger pee than you, so I'm gonna drink
cranberry juice all night long and see how I taste in the morning, okay?"
     Can you believe it?  My own mum offering to sweeten her pee so that
her eight year old daughter could drink it?  That night I had some
beautiful thoughts to masturbate to and the thrill was so big, it might've
have qualified as an actual orgasm.
					* * *
     So, was I born a slut?  Did I inherit the urophilia gene from my mum?
Or was I just a normal little girl who was seduced by her big sister and
mother into becoming an obsessed piss freak who wets her own knickers at
the drop of a hat, who pees for the camera and posts it on the internet,
who hooks up with strangers via Craig's list, the sole criterion being a
taste for watersports?  I don't much care how I got here.  I just love
being a piss freak.  On lonely nights, when I can't sleep, I climb into my
bathtub, lift my legs up above my head with my bum up in the air, part my
cunt lips with my fingers and pee, and if I aim right, it arcs out and
lands on my face and all I need to is open my mouth and drink my
intoxicating nightcap, pretending that it's Shadow's or my darling mum's,
or even yours whoever you are.

The end