Chapter 8 - 7

I am 19 years old and have my own apartment, which is close to my parents house. Leaving the house was not my choice, not by a long shot, but it has worked out alright. My sister, Brandy, comes over to visit often and I enjoy her company. She feels a little guilty about what happened, since it was her actions that got me thrown out. I have never held that over her head and we continue to have a good relationship, despite her acting like a brat far too often for my taste.

We are watching a movie, at least I'm trying to as she sits on my lap, which she has done for many years. There is nothing remotely sexual about it and I have never thought of her in that way. Even if I had the desire to cross that forbidden line, it would not be with my sister. She is far more petite and her breasts are far smaller than the women I desire.

The only reason Brandy does something like this is she knows it blocks my view. She thinks it's very funny, but I find it quite the opposite. I have tried several things to get her to stop, but the only thing that works is tickling her into submission. It is always a last resort since I know she will dig into my legs with her nails in an attempt to stop me. Getting her to stop is something that is always painful.

Getting angry, I say, "Damn it, Brandy. Stop it. I'm trying to watch the movie."

She throws her shoulder length blond hair back in my face and says, "No. I don't want to and you can't make me."

I brush her hair off my face and try to force her off of me, but her nails start to dig in. Getting all the more angry, I say, "That hurts. Stop it. Why can't I just enjoy watching a movie for a change."

She says, "Because, Max, it's funny."

I stop trying to force her off of me and say, "Not to me. Damn, Brandy, you are 18 years old. Grow up already."

Her nails release their grip as she says, "I don't want to, Max."

Leaving me no alternative, I use the only thing in my arsenal that works and prepare for her finger nails to dig in. My hands reach her sides and my fingers start to work the areas I know will impact her the most. She immediately starts giggling and digs her fingers in tightly. The pain is not pleasant, but I know I can take it.

Between giggles, she says, "Quit it, Max. Stop tickling me."

She throws her hair back into my face and digs in harder, which causes me to yell out from the pain. I don't stop my attack, since there is no other way. I have been through all of this before and know she will relent, just as long as I can push through whatever she decides to throw at me.

I say, "I'm not going to stop until you get off me." The anger in my voice is very clear.

She says, "No." Her nails dig in deeper and she starts to have trouble catching her breath.

I let out a grunt of pain as I say, "I'm not going to stop until you do."

While trying to catch her breath, her fingers let up as she says, "Stop it, Max. I have to pee."

She has used that one far too often and each time she goes right back to getting in my way. I say, "I'm not falling for that again, Brandy." My fingers work harder to prove my point.

Her breathing is getting more strained as I continue to tickle her and she gasps out, "I really have to go. Please stop, Max."

I say, "It's not going to happen."

I notice her demeanor change and start to feel something warm on my thighs. I stop tickling her, but don't even think of releasing Brandy. The warmth spreads rapidly and it takes a moment to realize what is happening and I find something oddly pleasant about the sensation. She is sitting just far enough forward and is unable to feel my dick getting hard.

I ask her, "Are you peeing on me, Brandy?"

She says, "Damn it, Max, I told you to let me go. I can't believe you made me piss myself. Now let go of me so I can take a damn shower."

I let go of my sister and she gets up to reveal a massive wet spot on both of us, but she doesn't bother to turn around to see the result of what she just did. This is a good thing, as there is no covering my erection from her view. The thought of piss being sexual in any way, especially from my sister, is not something that has ever crossed my mind.

She says, "Damn, Max, I don't have a change of clothes."

I say, "I'll let you use a pair of my sweat pants and do a load of laundry. No bid deal, Brandy."

She says, "You're damned right you will."

Brandy keeps her back to me as I focus on the part of her pants that are clearly soaked through. She marches into the bathroom and slams the door and I know I am safe. She has no idea that I have a very hard dick and I am a little embarrassed about the whole thing. I get a couple of pairs of sweat pants for the both of us from my bedroom and carefully avoid them making contact with any part of my legs that was touched by her piss.

I knock on the door and say, "Here you go. Now toss out whatever you want washed."

She opens the door a crack and grabs the sweat pants I am holding out for her, the other pair is hiding my erection, then she throws her pants and panties at me. The pants land against my chest and I catch them easily enough, but the panties hit me in the face and manages to stay in place. I hear her laugh as she closes the door and I stay there for just a moment as I inhale deeply. The aroma is wonderful and I don't want an end to come to this, but I know I have a short time while she is in the shower.

I hold her pants so the portion that is the wettest is pressed firmly against my crotch with my left hand, right along with the clean sweat pants, but keeping them free from her piss is not something that even comes close to the top of my mind. My left hand holds her panties firmly against my face and I love the sensation against my skin. I inhale deeply again and continue to enjoy everything about the scent.

I know I can't stand there forever and force myself to make my way to the laundry room without moving a single item of clothing. I drop the clean sweat pants onto the ground, but I keep her panties up against my face and pants against my hard cock. With some degree of difficulty, I open the lid to the washer and put her pants inside. I have no interest in doing the same with her panties as I maintain the pressure against my flesh.

Then with one hand holding her panties in place, I remove my pants and underwear to my hard cock. I leave them on the floor next to the sweat pants and use both hands remove her panties from my face and I hold them out to see what they look like. There is nothing remotely sexy about her panties, but I don't care. What matters to me is seeing they are completely soaked.

I place her panties on my dick and find the sensation is something far beyond anything I have ever felt before. I start to stroke my cock and make certain her panties cover every inch as I make quick work of stroking myself. I have an unbelievable orgasm and soak the crotch with my cum.

Once the orgasm ends and there is nothing left for me to add, I throw them inside the washer along with the other articles of clothing laying on the floor. I remove my shirt to include in the load and start the cycle. I find myself standing there completely naked and having no means to cover myself. I rush to my room and throw on a pair of sweat pants, then go to the living room and wait.

She finishes showering a short time later and walks out of the bathroom wearing the sweat pants I gave her and know there are no panties between the fabric and her flesh. I think I might get lucky and she'll leave me a little gift, even if she doesn't know it's a gift. There is little time to think about such things at this moment, but I know there will be plenty of time later.

Brandy says, "Your turn, piss head. Take a shower, because you stink."

I find myself wanting to smile at the comment, but maintain my composer. There is no way I risk saying anything as I quickly make my way to the bathroom and regretfully wash her piss off of my body. I have no alternative as there is no way she would not realize I missed a spot and I don't want her to know anything about what just happened while she showered.

Once I finish my shower and leave the bathroom, neither of us says a word while waiting patiently for the clothes to finish. Once done, she goes into the bathroom to change and leaves the sweat pants on the floor. She rushes out my apartment and I move quickly to the bathroom. Placing the spot where her bare pussy had just been resting and I bring it to my nose. I inhale deeply while trying to find some hint of that aroma, but find nothing.

For several days after my sister accidently pissed on my, I find sleep to be very difficult to come by. The events keep running through my mind and I am overcome by the desire for more than just feeling my sister's pissed through panties on my face and jerking myself into them. I try over and over again to push those thoughts out of my mind, but they are being very stubborn and refusing to leave.

I can't exactly talk to my friends about such things, since there is no way they would understand any of this. No one I trust has ever expressed any interest in anything like this and I am not planning on being the butt of the joke for years to come from my closest friends. I don't have a girlfriend, so there is no female companion for me to confide in with the attempt of making something happen. I even try to watch porn involving piss to try to get it out of my system, but it only drives my desires further.

My sister is my only viable option, which I find to be a little unsettling. Jacking off into her panties on one occasion after getting overcome by pure desire is one thing, but to actually plan on doing something with her is crossing one hell of a line. Maybe it would be different if I found her body to be closer to what I desire in a woman, but even that would be pushing things. I like larger tits and hers are far too small for me. I haven't actually seen them, but I have seen her bras and know she is a B cup. Her ass is also a problem, because I like a little more cushion than she has. I have felt her scrawny ass on my legs far too often for me not to know and never had any interest in finding out any other way.

The most disturbing thing about this whole nightmare is she looks a lot like me. We are the same height, have the same blond hair and the same blue eyes. We have been mistaken for twins on numerous occasions and there is no way I could even start to pretend I am dealing with someone not related to me. At least we are both over the legal age, since she just turned 18 a few months ago. So at least I'm not dealing with the kind of problem that can get me arrested.

The very idea of broaching the subject with Brandy is not something I find pleasant in the least, but it is far better than the alternative of dealing with something internally and finding myself driven into madness. She continues to visit as often as before, but neither of us has mentioned anything about what happened that day. My guess is that she is very embarrassed and probably a little angry with me for causing it to happen.

I need to be direct with her, since anything else could result in abject failure and that will cost me far more than anything I can think of. I can't lose anymore sleep over this than I already have and need to find a release to make it go away. It is difficult to truly prepare for her responses, since I have never brought up anything like what I am about to discuss with her. I have no way of knowing how she will react and have little hope she will accept my request easily.

Brandy arrives at her usual time and I say, "Before we turn on the TV, I need to talk to you."

She has a worried look on her face as her blue eyes, my blue eyes, peak out from behind her blond bangs. She asks, "Talk about what, Max?"

My hands are shaking a little and there is no hiding it from her, which adds to her concern. I say, "Sit down, Brandy. This will be easier if you sit."

Her worried look increases and she says, "OK, Max." She sits on the couch and asks, "What's wrong? You're starting to scare me a little. Are you OK?" The concern in her voice increases with every word.

I don't join her on the couch as I am too nervous to sit. I take a deep breath and say, "I'm OK, well sort of..."

She cuts me off and asks, "What's wrong, Max? What does sort of mean?" The concern in her voice is matched by the look on her face.

I say, "Damn this is hard. Brandy, ever since you peed on me..."

She cuts me off again, and says, "That was your fault. I told you I had to pee, piss head." There is a little anger in her voice.

I say, "I know and I'm sorry. Now let me get this out." My hands continue to shake.

She says, "Fine. Go ahead and tell me. No, let me guess, you want to make fun of me." The anger is getting stronger.

I quickly shake my head and say, "No. I don't want to make fun of you. Now let me finish, please."

The anger is still there, but it is subsiding. "OK, Max. Just tell me what it is." The worry is starting to return to her face as the anger subsides.

The shaking in my hands gets a little stronger as I say, "When you peed on me I liked it."

She has a shocked look on her face as she says, "That is really gross."

I ignore the interruption and continue. "I didn't just like it. I can't sleep because I can't get the thought out of my mind. It just keeps going, over and over and over again. Damn thing won't stop."

She still looks shocked, but also a little confused. "What thing, Max? Damn it, just tell me."

I say, "Being pissed on by you."

There is a mixture of shock and revulsion that crosses her face. She says, "That's really gross, Max. If you think I'm going to piss my pants again, forget it. It's not going to happen."

I say, "I'm not talking about feeling you piss on me through your clothes. I want to feel your piss on my skin. Now you know."

She shakes her head and is clearly repulsed by the idea. She says, "Listen, piss head, that's not going to happen. I don't care if you can't sleep. That's disgusting."

I quickly respond by saying, "I covered for you a lot with mom and dad. You owe me."

She shakes her head and says, "Not that much, you sicko."

I am a little relieved that I was at least able to prepare for something like this. I say, "Look, Brandy, I did more than just cover for you. I took the blame for you breaking into the liquor cabinet and it got me kicked out. I'll tell mom and dad the truth."

She shakes her head again and says, "You wouldn't dare." The revulsion is still there, but I see a hint of fear in her blue eyes.

I say, "I will. Look, Brandy, all I want you to do is piss on me. I'm not asking for anything else."

The hint of fear is starting to get stronger in her eyes. She says, "That's disgusting. Do you even know how wrong this is?"

My hands are still shaking, but it is starting to subside. I say, "I know, that's why I didn't bring it up sooner. I have tried everything to get it out of my mind, but nothing works. This is all I have left."

She remains quiet for a few moments as she considers the possibility that I will tell our parents on her. She breaks the silence as she asks, "How about I sit in your lap and piss my pants again?"

I hide the smile that is trying to cross my lips and know there is only one way this will end. She is willing to negotiate, which means I have her right where I want her. There is no way she is taking any chances with mom and dad finding out it was her. If they were willing to kick me out over it, then there is no reason to believe she will be treated any differently.

I say, "I thought about it, but know it won't be good enough. I have to feel your piss on my skin."

She says, "Neither of us are getting naked. How about we get down to our underwear and I pee on you that way?" She is desperate to make some kind of deal to make the threat go away.

I say, "I only need to take off my shirt and lay down on my bed. You can keep your shirt on and pee on my chest. That way neither of us is completely naked."

She says, "This is really sick. I'm your sister. You shouldn't want me to do anything like this." She is clearly trying to find some means of making this whole thing go away.

I am having a much more difficult time holding my smile back. I say, "I know you're my sister, but I also know I'm desperate. It's either pee on me or I tell. Your choice."

She gets an angry look on her as she spits out, "Some choice. Fine, you fucking sicko. I'll do it. Now get in the bedroom so I can get this over with."

I walk to my bedroom and can hear her steps behind me. I quickly take off my shirt and lay down on my back. She is at the edge of the bed, but still has her pants on.

She is still trying to find some way to get out of this ordeal. She asks, "Isn't there anything else I can do? Please don't make me do this. This is wrong in so many ways."

I shake my head and say, "There's nothing else."

She has a defeated look on her face and says, "Fine, damn you. Lets get this over with."

I watch her as she quickly removes her pants and panties, which reveals a full blond bush. Like so much of my sister's body, it's not what I want to see when I look at a naked woman. I have always preferred a trimmed or shaved pubic area over what I see before me. She makes no attempt to cover up, but she works to ensure I don't see anything else.

My arms are under my head and she says, "Put your arms down. There's no way I'm taking any chances. You aren't going to touch me anywhere, you fucking sicko."

I put my arms down and she carefully places one leg on either side to ensure they are properly pinned. Then says, "Here it comes, you sicko." Her voice has a lot of anger in it.

I look at her bush and see just the top of her lips, then say, "If you piss while standing like that, all it will is run down your legs. Kind of defeats the purpose. You need to squat down, Brandy."

She lets out a sound of disgust and says, "Fine. But only because I don't want to go through this again."

She squats down and I see her lips slowly spread and I find myself getting very excited. Sure, there's the excitement of seeing her pussy and clit that was just barely visible, but also due to being so close to finally ending this damn torture. She continues to squat and I lose visibility of most of her pussy.

She spits out, "That's as close as I'm getting, you sick fuck."

I say, "That's plenty close."

She angrily says, "Good. Here it comes."

I stare down at the space between her pussy and my chest and see the yellow fluid leave rapidly. The feeling of her hot piss on my chest is every bit as wonderful as I had imagined, but know she has no interest in a controlled stream of any kind. She wants this over with quickly and is doing everything she can to empty her bladder. I feel her piss rolling down my sides and starting to soak into the sheet and find that almost as enjoyable as what is on my chest.

The rapid flow starts to turn into a slow drip as my sister says, "There you go, you sick fuck. Now I never want to hear another word about this."

She starts to get up, which frees my hands enough to do something that never even crossed my mind before this moment. I reach up with my hands and quickly start to force her pussy in the direction of my face. Before she can react, my mouth is very close to her still dripping pussy.

She quickly comes to her senses and immediately reaches out for my hair. She pulls hard as she yells, "Stop. What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I maintain my grip on her body and ignore the pain. The first drop reaches my tongue and I find myself liking the salty taste. A few more drops escape and I like it even more. She continues to pull my hair hard, but the pain is a worthy sacrifice for me as each drop brings added intoxication.

She yells again, "Let me go, you fucker."

She starts to dig her nails into my scalp as I realize there are no drops left. I work my tongue between her lips and find a nice reward as there is more of her hidden. It only lasts a short while, then there is no more to be found, but my tongue does not stop. I continue to ignore the pain and decide to work on her clit. If I can't get more piss, then I will get something else from her. As I work my tongue, I get a piece of pubic hair in my mouth. Normally I would stop to remove it, but I ignored the sensation of the hair and continued to work her clit as masterfully as I can.

Her grip starts to loosen and she lets out a soft moan. She yells out, "Stop that, you fucking sicko." The sound of her voice was a mix of anger and pleasure.

My tongue continues to do its job well and I feel her starting to drip onto my chin. The grip changes from one of anger to one of pleasure as she starts to moan louder and with more frequency. The increased dripping drives me onward and I work my tongue harder than it ever has before and I feel her hands start to caress my hair.

She moans out, "Don't stop, Max. It feels so good. Don't stop."

I have every intention of doing as she asks and continue to work her clit and feel far more escape onto my chin. I pull her down a little and start to suck on her clit while continuing to work it with my tongue. She moans all the louder as a result.

She lets out a loud moan and says, "I'm going to..."

The words are cut off she pulls my head and screams out. I move my mouth and feel her explode with pleasure. She forces my head up to move my face into her drenched pussy and fills my mouth with so many wonderful flavors. I love everything about what is in my mouth and quickly swallow what I can. Just as quickly as I can empty my mouth, I find it is full again. My sister is full of wonderful surprises today and I have no problem being greedy with what she gives me.

Her orgasm subsides and she collapses onto the bed. She looks at my face, which is completely covered by what was released from her, and says, "That was incredible, Max."

I smile and say, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Brandy."

She takes a deep breath and says, "That was..." Her voice trails off, then asks, "How the hell could you do that to me?" The anger has returned and completely replaced the ecstasy she had felt just a moment ago.

I get a confused look on my face and ask, "What's wrong?"

She says, "That was never part of the deal. I peed on you, you sick fuck. That was the only thing I agreed to. You had no right to do what you did."

I'm at a loss for words as she gets out of bed and puts her panties and pants back on. She storms out of the room and then leaves the apartment. By the sound of the door slamming, I know she is very angry about what just happened. I know I can't blame her and I am sorry for what I did. There was nothing planned about it, but I can't go back and change anything. I inhale deeply and enjoy the aroma and allow my hands to touch her piss on my chest.

A week has passed since I made Brandy piss on my chest. I was really hoping to get this whole thing out of my head, but the desire returned far too quickly and I find it isn't just a desire to be pissed on anymore. I want to taste her piss again and enjoy the sensation it brought on my tongue. Her magic elixir is like some strange addiction and I need my fix, but I can't exactly call her up and invite her over to continue to live out this nightmare with me.

I had been hoping that eating her pussy well enough to bring about an orgasm would have drawn her back, but it seems as if that made it worse. Granted, extorting her into taking action was probably not the best overall plan if I want her to continue, but I was very desperate. Desperation has a tendency of causing people to make mistakes and I made one hell of a big mistake.

I have no idea what I am going to do now. The desire is even stronger now and have no hope of convincing my sister to once again alleviate this nightmare. Getting a girlfriend is hard enough, but even more difficult to convince any woman to give me what I desire most. It isn't like I can just walk up to some woman I find attractive and invite her back to my place to piss on me.

A knock on the door raises my curiosity, since I know that sounds just like my sister when she raps her knuckles on the wood to be let inside. Despite this renewed hope she has come back, I know it cannot be her. There is no way she would ever willingly come back, since the fear of another episode is far too great. She has every reason in the world to fear a continuation of that day and I know her fear of our parents finding out about the liquor cabinet remains a high priority.

I open my door and my sister rushes past me wearing a loose fitting red dress and I am at a loss as to why she is here. I'm also at a loss as to why she is wearing a dress, since she has not worn one in many years. As I turn to watch her, I close the door and find the red dress suits her in the back.

There is nothing extraordinary about her red dress. It has short sleeves, which reveals much of her slender arms. It hangs down loosely to her knees to reveal her slender legs. Her shoulder length blond hair covers the neck line and I find it oddly attractive. There is nothing remotely sexy about anything I am looking at, yet cannot deny there is a certain sensual look to her.

I lock the door, more out of habit then planning, and she turns quickly to face me. There is anger in her blue eyes that are peaking out from between her bangs, that much is very certain, but also something more and cannot quite place what I see. I can't help noticing the top of her dress is a little deeper than anything I can recall her wearing and can see the edges of her small tits peeking out just a little. I know she has always been embarrassed by the size of her tits for many years and know she would never wear something that punctuates the size a little too well.

In a voice filled with anger, she says, "Damn you, Max."

My eyes move up to meet her eyes filled with the anger to match her voice, as I say, "Brandy, I'm sorry." I can't say this is true, but maybe I can convince her to let down her guard and give me another chance to have her elixir.

She says, "No your not, Max, so cut the shit. You just had to drag me into this, didn't you?"

Her choice of words is odd, so I ask, "Drag you into what, Brandy?"

There is no immediate response as she is shooting daggers into my eyes. After several moments of eerie silence, she says, "Piss, you bastard. It wasn't enough for you to lose sleep, you had to do the same to me."

I have no idea what she's talking about and find myself at a loss. How could she lose sleep over just the piss part of what I did. If she's losing sleep due to being angry with me, then why did she not say something about all of it. I am truly confused by all of this and have to understand what she is telling me.

I say, "Brandy, I don't understand what you're talking about. I know what I did was wrong, but what does just the piss part doing to cause you to lose sleep?" I was honest with her when I said I was wrong, since there is no doubt I was very wrong in what I did.

She angrily spouts, "Ever since that day, I have been caught up in your sick world. Now I'm the one that can't sleep and it's driving me fucking crazy."

She seams to be at a loss for words, but I wait for her continue with no prodding from me in the least. She takes her time before breaking the silence and I am at a complete loss over what she's talking about. None of this is making any sense and I just want her to tell me what is going on.

Her voice breaks the deafening silence, as she says, "Damn you, Max. You want me to say it. Fine, you sick fuck. I want you to piss on my tits. Why the hell did you have to start this. I never even thought about anything like that before, now it's all I can think about."

There is no way I could have heard my sister right, but there is no denying what she said. I ask, "You want me to piss on you, Brandy"

She stares angrily as she says, "Yes, Max. I want you to piss on my fucking tits. At least it will give me some relief from this shit you started."

I honestly say, "Don't count on it, Brandy."

She gets even angrier as she asks in a demanding voice, "Didn't that whole thing stop?"

I say, "For about a day, it worked great. Then this damned desire to have you piss on me came back stronger than ever."

She shakes her head and says, "Shit. Well I guess we're both getting pissed on today."

I find her words too good to be true and expect her to start laughing at me at any moment. There is no way she is going to fulfil my desire this easily. The only thing that makes sense is she is doing this to drive me even crazier.

I shake my head a little and say, "I can't believe you would be this cruel, Brandy."

She spits out, "Cruel. What the fuck are you talking about. You think I'm playing some kind of joke. You know what, fuck it."

She reached down and starts to pull her dress up quickly and I can't stop my eyes from following the bottom of her dress. I see she still has her full blond bush and wish she would do something about it. Her dress continues to rise to reveal her petite waistline and I can find no trace of any fat on her stomach. I continue to follow the rising dress and her small tits quickly come into full view. As much as I like much larger tits, I find hers are perfect for her body in every way.

She throws her red dress to the floor and says, "There you go, you sick fuck. If I were playing some kind of joke, I wouldn't be standing here naked, would I? If this were all a joke, I wouldn't have said anything about you pissing on my fucking tits, right?"

I can find no flaw in what she is saying as everything makes far more sense than the alternative that popped into my mind a short time ago. I also seem to have the problem of not being able to take my eyes off of her tits. I guess she figures if I am going to piss on them, I might as well get a good look.

She maintains her anger as she says, "You can't piss on my tits if your wearing pants. Take you fucking clothes off already. Damn it, Max, I need to feel your piss on my tits."

I nod in complete agreement and quickly remove everything, except my sweat pants and underwear. I am a little nervous about her seeing my cock and not because it is small. I'm actually a good inch longer and a little bigger around than most guys. The sole reason is I am afraid she is going to change her mind.

I throw caution to the wind and reveal my hard cock to my sister for the first time. Her eyes focus on what I have revealed to her and she smiles for the first time. While her eyes take in my dick, my eyes take in her tits. I know I am going to enjoy pissing on them and find myself with a pleasantly full bladder. Sure, it is difficult to piss with an erection, but not impossible.

She forces herself to look away and starts walking towards my bedroom. As my view of her tits gets lost in the turn, I find her ass to be even more enjoyable. Much like the rest of her body, there is very little fat and I find myself engrossed in her cheeks moving very sexily with the movement of her legs. Ideally, a woman's ass should have far more than what she has, but it fits her body wonderfully well.

I start to follow her as she gets onto my bed and sits on her knees. For some reason, I was expecting her to lay down on her back, just as I had a week ago, and find myself at a little bit of a loss as to why she is sitting like that. The loss passes quickly as I realize what she wants me to do, so I get on my bed and stand in front of her. If she were to straighten up, her face would be very close to my dick, but she is leaning back to give me full access to her tits.

I look into her eyes filled with an odd mix of desire and desperation, and ask, "Are you sure, Brandy?" I immediately regret asking, but can't take the words back.

She nods in eager anticipation and says, "I'm sure, Max. Now, damn it, piss on my tits so I can get some relief."

I point the tip of my dick in the direction of her left tit and start to work the muscles needed to empty my very full bladder. It takes a little time due to my erection, but not much as a strong stream of yellow piss starts to work its way quickly up her body and make contact with her tit. She lets out a soft sigh as I slowly move my dick back and forth to ensure complete coverage and then lower it just enough to make direct contact with her nipple.

Her sigh gets a little louder as I target her right tit and again work carefully to cover everything. I lower myself a little, one again, and she lets out a soft moan as my piss makes contact with her nipple. I give her everything I have to make the flow as strong as possible and she shudders at the result.

She lets out another moan, then says, "I can't believe how good your piss feels, Max."

I am ready to start working my way to her left tit again when she straightens up quickly and the yellow stream moves from her neck, to chin, to lips and smiles. She opens her mouth a little and lets my piss enter her mouth. It is the hottest thing I have seen and think my dick got even harder. She opens her mouth wider to take more inside and I wish my bladder wasn't far too close to being empty. My piss overflows from her open mouth and down her chin just as I start to drip. She closes her mouth and swallows everything, then takes the head of my dick into her mouth and starts to suck out everything she can get.

She releases the head of my dick and says, "Damn. I was really hoping I wouldn't like it. Your piss tastes wonderful. Damn you for starting this."

I move my eyes down and see some piss dripping from her nipples and say, "I'm glad you like, Brandy. And I don't care if you damn me or not. I would rather be in this shit with you than to suffer alone."

She smiles and says, "Well, Max, misery loves company. Neither of us can stop, so we might as well enjoy ourselves. Now I have a full bladder for you. Where do you want it?"

Without any hesitation, I say, "My mouth."

There is nothing on her face to indicate shock, nor did I expect there to be. The simple fact is, I want to have more on my tongue than just the last few drops and whatever I can find hidden within her pussy lips. I want her to relieve herself in my mouth more than I have ever wanted anything else.

She says, "Lay down on your back so I can give it to you. When I'm done, probe away with your tongue to get all of my piss into your mouth. Just don't go any further this time."

I have no problem with agreeing, since she can change her mind at any moment. However, I have no intention on stopping there. The feeling of her clit on my tongue is far too enjoyable for me to refrain and I want to feel that part of her almost as much as I want her piss in my mouth.

As if she is reading my mind, she says, "Be good, Max, and we can 69 later." This is another pleasant surprise and I am about to respond when she continues, "I don't want anything to interfere with taste of piss in our mouths. It tastes too good to mix it with your cum. And I know you feel the same."

How the hell did she get this good at reading my mind? I know she's right and no I could have enjoyed both of her releases a lot more had they not been quite so close together. I don't know how I could have missed it, but it just dawned on me that my sister said we will 69 if I'm good. That is definitely worth being very good and I will refrain from any further temptation for now.

In all sincerity, I say, "Absolutely, Brandy. I'm happy to hear my sister thinking these things through." I can't believe I let that slip out, as there is every chance that reminding her of our relation could kill everything.

Instead of revulsion, she smiles as she says, "You're damn right, Max. Now lay on your back already so you can have your sister's piss."

Relief washes over me as I lay down and feel the cold dampness that resulted from my pissing on her and I don't care. Sheets can always be washed and I put a plastic liner down when this nightmare started. I never thought I would get any use until a week ago and found the liner easily cleaned. Now I was getting to use it again and no longer think of this as a nightmare. A willing partner, even if she is my sister, easily turned darkness to light.

She spreads her legs over me and does not bother to hide anything from me this time. Just as she does not bother to pin my arms in place as they are serving the very important purpose of propping my head up a little. As she starts to squat I see her pussy lips covering everything except the very tip of her clit, but that is rectified by my sister using her fingers to spread them apart and I see a very wet hole glistening with desire.

She continues to squat down until she is more than close enough and I position my mouth to ensure a direct hit. I am quickly rewarded as her piss hits my tongue and steadily fills my mouth. Everything about this, from the hot and salty liquid on my tongue to feeling it against the roof of my mouth, is the taste and feel of something quite wonderful.

I close my mouth to swallow what she has given me and feel her piss on my lips and chin. The feeling of her piss going down my throat in one swallow adds to the pleasure as I can feel it working its way down past my throat, just as I feel her piss dripping off my head and running down my arms. I know her piss is going to add to mine on the sheets and find something oddly enjoyable about the knowledge.

I open my mouth and again feel it filling up steadily. As I enjoy the sensation every bit as much as the first mouthful, I realize she is much more controlled with her stream than she was a week ago. I write it off to being blackmailed into action and wanting to get it over with quickly. This controlled stream is far better and I'm very pleased with my sister taking her time emptying her bladder into my mouth.

In total, I am able to take five large gulps of my sister's amazing elixir and find each one only renews my desire to have more. I open my mouth after enjoying the sensation of it running down my throat and find the steady stream has been replaced by a very slow drip. I place my mouth closer to the source to ensure the drips end up in their desired place until there are no drops. I work my tongue carefully to search for hidden treasure and do not find anywhere near enough. The temptation to feel her clit on my tongue is great, but I remember what my sister said and stop myself with some degree of difficulty.

Once she feels my tongue leave, she slowly stands up while continuing to hold her lips apart. I don't know if this is some kind of sick test, but she makes far more difficult to refrain from action. Her pussy is far more wet than it was as she lowered herself down to me and it looks far too tempting. Not only can I see her wonderful pink hole clearly, I can also see her hard clit and I desperately want it. She stands and moves her legs so she is no longer standing over my face and I miss the view already, but at least I have her elixir embedded on my tongue.

She lays down next to me and props herself up so we can look into each other's identical blue eyes. Neither of us say anything as I enjoy the flavor and sensation, which remains strong in my mouth. My best guess is that my sister is doing the same thing and neither wants to take that moment away.

I break the calming silence by saying, "Your piss tastes amazing. I can't believe my dear sister can give me something so wonderful. Thank you, Brandy."

She says, "I'm happy you like it. Well, my dear brother, it looks like you've started something we are both going to love."

She moves her body so her small tits are pressed firmly against my side and I feel that they are still very wet. I don't mind the sensation in the least, despite the wetness being a result of my own piss. She moves one her legs over mine and I continue to look deep into her eyes. I get lost in them and lose all track of time as we enjoy everything we just shared.

I must have fallen asleep, because my sister is shaking my body to wake me. I open my eyes and see her smiling at me. As I gain focus, I see something very interesting in that smile and know it is a desire for me. Just a week ago, this look would have bothered me greatly, but now I smile back with my own desire. I inhale deeply and fill my nostrils with the strong scent of piss that is emanating from our bodies and the sheet that remains quite damp.

In a lust filled voice, she says, "I think we've waited long enough."

It takes a moment for her words to sink into my still clouded brain, then it dawns on me. I say, "Absolutely, my wonderful sister. You're on top." There is no better position for a man to be than on his back, when it comes to a really good 69.

She grins and says, "Whatever you say, my dear brother."

She does not need to wait for me to adjust, as I am on my back already and have my arms propped under my head. She wastes no time in getting into position and soon find myself looking up at her ass and pussy. Once she is close enough, I take a deep breath through my nose and find the scent of piss to remain. I move my tongue to her clit and enjoy the sensation as she lets out a sigh.

I feel her mouth take my very hard dick and let out a sigh of my own. She starts to move her head up and down and it feels amazing as she works her tongue and muscles to bring about an enhanced sensation. My tongue goes to work quickly and I feel her gag on my cock. The sound she makes adds to the sensation and I work all the harder on her clit.

I am staring at her ass for the first few minutes of our fun and find it looks much better from this angle. My eyes move down as she gags herself again and I stare at her asshole. My tongue is working every bit as hard as my sister's mouth and I find myself getting lost in the moment. Every action we take brings new levels of pleasure to both of us and I don't want it to end.

I have never taken the time to look at any woman's asshole before and can't take my eyes away from what is right before me. I can see every ridge encircling the dark hole that looks far too tight to take anything. I manage to free my hands from behind my head, without my tongue breaking contact, and place them on her petite ass. The feeling of her cheeks on my hands adds to the pleasure and I find she puts up no fight. I use a little pressure and see her asshole stretch, but the hole remain tightly closed.

Before I can do anything else to get a look inside that mysterious hole, I am on the verge of cumming. I give no warning as I release my cum inside her mouth and down her throat, which causes her to cough. Instead of removing my dick from her mouth, she creates a tight seal with her mouth and I know she is not willing to let one drop escape.

At the moment her mouth creates the seal, her pussy gets forced onto my mouth and I feel her own eruption. I manage to keep my eyes open throughout my orgasm as I stare at her asshole tighten and release over and over again. Sure I have seen this on plenty of porn movies, but never thought much about it until this moment. Now, watching my sister's asshole respond in this way, I cannot help myself from enjoying an amazing view.

We both finish and I continue to stare at her asshole while enjoying the new flavors that have filled my mouth. Sure, I have no problem saying I prefer the taste of her piss, but it is not a wide margin. I find myself wondering what it would be like if she pissed in my mouth after exploding on my face. She removes herself from her position and I wish I could keep that view. However, seeing my sister's face with a few drops of my cum on her lips is a close second.

She lays down next to me and says, "Your cum is almost as good as your piss."

I nod in complete agreement and say, "So is yours, Brandy."

We turn our heads to look at each other, then she says, "I should move in with you."

I have no idea where that came from, so I ask, "Why?"

She says, "It just makes sense. Neither of us wants to go without piss and this would ensure we get it several times a day."

It does make sense, but I have to state the obvious. "What do you think mom and dad would have to say about that?"

She says, "I'm 18, so they really don't get much of a say. And it isn't like they are going to find out what we are doing. I really don't care that you are my brother and you have no qualms with me being your sister. I don't care that we just did something sexual, even though I know incest is supposed to be wrong. Right now, I have the taste of your cum in my mouth and I like it. I want whatever we have to grow into something far more than what it is. The only way for that to happen is for me to move in with you."

I cannot argue with anything she said, so I say, "You're right, Brandy. I want all of that as well. But before you move in, you have to do something for me."

She gets a nervous look on her face as if I am going to ask the impossible, then asks, "What do you want me to do?"

I remove a pubic hair from my mouth and say, "Trim your bush."

She looks at the hair I'm holding and smiles as she asks, "How close to the skin do you want it, dear brother."

I smile back and say, "All the way to the skin."

She says, "You've got it."

Nothing further is said as there is nothing more to say. We lie there together completely naked and I wouldn't have it any other way. I find peace in the only sound I hear is our breathing. I inhale deeply and find a new scent that is quite pleasing. There is no room for doubt as I know this is the start of something wonderful with my sister and the future is looking very bright.

I am laying on my bed and feel the remnant of my sister on my face along with the cool dampness from what both of us contributed on the sheet beneath me. Her piss and the result of her orgasm are both strong in my mouth and find my sister's releases, both from her bladder and her orgasms, just keep getting better. The strange elixir she gives me as she empties her bladder is still every bit as wonderful as that first time and the same can be said of her eruption into my mouth as I am rewarded for the use of my tongue.

Brandy is in the shower and time is running out for us far too quickly, once again. We have not had the time needed to really explore each other, but that changes tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day she moves in and I am excited about what the future holds for the both of us. She still has not trimmed her bush, but keeps promising it will happen, so I wait in frustration and deal with her pubic hairs that get caught on my tongue and teeth.

My sister's shower ends after running the water far too long, but she has no choice other than removing every scent that goes along with what we are doing. There is no way our parents can find out, so she does what she must. This includes using a lot of mouthwash, since it is not easy to cover the scent of my piss on her breath.

She walks into my bedroom wearing absolutely nothing and I admire her body. I can't believe I find anything about her erotic, but there is no denying everything fits her so very well. Even her small tits are perfect against her petite frame and I stare at them while she waits patiently for my eyes to move to hers.

Despite the one year age difference between us, we can pass as twins. I am reminded of this as my eyes move her tits to her face. She smiles and I see my own smile there, just as I see my own blue eyes when I focus on her blue eyes. Though her hair is longer than mine, we share the exact same shade of blond.

There is nothing about our mutual need for the piss we give to each other that shouts normalcy in any way. Even if we weren't related, this would seam very sick to most of the population. Then again, the idea of me and my sister involved in an incestuous relationship of any kind is not exactly welcome either. To hell with society and their taboos, since there is nothing that will stop us from exploring and strengthening what we have together.

I pull one of her pubic hairs that is caught between my teeth and say, "I keep telling you to trim that damn thing, Brandy."

She laughs and I can't help laughing with her, as she says, "And I keep telling you I will, Max. Tomorrow's the big day, so I will do it tomorrow."

I smile at her words and say, "Yes it is, Brandy."

She gets a slight frown on her lips as she says, "I wish it were today, Max. I'm tired of not being able to spend enough time with you."

I nod in agreement with everything she says, then say, "So do I, Brandy. More than anything, I wish it were true, but we have to wait. Mom and dad are helping you move your things, so we have to wait. We can't take any chances with this."

She gets a look of absolute frustration and says, "I know. Damn, Max, I know."

She starts to get dressed and bends over far more than she needs to. Just as her legs are much further apart than is required to dress herself. As a result, I am looking at her asshole and it is taunting me. If only there were more time, since I could stare at her ass all day long.

I say, "Oh, Brandy, remember to do something when mom and dad get here tomorrow with your stuff."

She bends over a little more to show me her pussy, then starts to put her panties on, as she asks, "What is it, Max?" She slowly stands to pull them to her narrow hips and I hate losing my view.

I ask in frustration, "Why do you do this to me?"

She wiggles her ass as she continues to pull her panties up and says, "Because it drives you nuts. Now what is it, Max?"

My face is very serious as I say, "Remember to have them put your things in your room, not mine."

She laughs as her panties cover her wonderful ass and says, "Alright, Max. I'll remember. I just hope they leave quickly."

He watches her dress the rest of the way, then says, "Go ahead and let yourself out. Think I'll lay here and enjoy myself a little longer."

Her blue eyes look at me with longing to stay, as she says, "You just lay there, I'll be fine."

A thought rushes through my mind as she starts to leave my bedroom, so I say, "Brandy, cranberry juice goes right through me. I plan on buying a lot of it, so I can piss even more for you. Is there anything like that for you?"

There is a twinkle in her eyes that accompany her smile, as she says, "Cranberry juice. Guess you can add one more reminder that we're brother and sister to the list."

I smile back at her and say, "Guess I'm going to be buying more than I thought. Now go home, before I grab you and pull you into bed with me."

Her blue eyes stare into my own and she does not move right away. Then she asks, "You think mom and dad would be upset if I move in a day early?" There is a little hope in her voice, but not enough to be truly convincing.

I nod with regret and say, "You know they're planning something special for dinner tonight. Wish I could be there, but I have some work that needs to get done."

She turns without saying another word and I hear the front door open, which is followed by the sound of the door closing quickly behind her. I spread out on the sheet and find every damp spot I can in order to ensure maximum coverage for my back. I inhale deeply in order to take in the wonderful aroma emanating from sheet beneath me and also what is left on my face.

My parents and sister arrive on time, which is a vast difference considering my mother makes them late for everything. I head to the car in order to help take everything into my apartment, which is meant to look like I am being a good host and brother. The truth is I want her things in my apartment as quickly as possible. My sister remembers to have them put everything in the second bedroom and the process takes an impossibly long amount of time to finish. I have to play the role of good host and make small talk with my parents, while hearing about how proud they are for letting my sister move in with me. If they only knew, I wonder what this conversation would really consist of.

All three of them find a great deal of bottles of cranberry juice, but only Brandy knows the real reason. My parents both make comments about how quickly it goes through their systems and are surprised I don't have the same reaction as them. My sister coughs when she hears my father make the first comment, but she quickly covers herself and forces more coughs to make it appear it is for a far different reason.

As they are finally leaving us, my father pulls me to the side so he can have a private conversation with me. I find my mother does the same with my sister and we both do what we can to cover our concern. My father, Joseph, is two inches taller than me, which means I have to tilt my head up to look him in the eyes. My mother, Brenda, is an inch shorter than my sister, so she has to look down just a little. We are in our own corners of the same room and know neither will hear what the other is about to hear. At least we are facing each other and I can take comfort in looking into her eyes as she does the same.

My father whispers into my ear, "Max, me and your mom know what you and your sister are doing." I am shocked, but hide it quickly. I have to think of something to defuse this before I lose everything. He continues far too quickly for me to get a single word out. "This is our fault, so don't blame yourselves. Me and your mom have been playing piss games for a long time, son, and the two of you must have noticed something. You probably don't even know it, but it's buried in your subconscious."

The words are too strange that I hear coming out of my father's lips. I shake my head and whisper, "Dad, I..."

He cuts me off as he continues to whisper, "No sense saying anything about it. We can smell it on her breath when she gets home after visiting you. Hell, I can smell it in your apartment. You both work hard to cover it up, but we have a good nose for piss. And all that cranberry juice just confirms everything we already knew. We don't want any details about what you and your sister are doing. That's your business, not ours. And son, if you get her pregnant, raise your kids with her."

I cannot understand why he is saying any of this. They know and neither of them is planning on doing anything to stop us. As for getting her pregnant, I never even thought about anything like that. It is far too early in whatever we have to even think about such things. Everything he whispered into my ear is to strange for me to fully grasp much of anything.

I whisper, "Dad, why are you bringing up anything about pregnancy."

Joseph whispers back, "If you're not doing anything to get her pregnant, that will change. Don't worry, son. We won't love either of you any less. Fact is, me and your mom knew it was just a matter of time before the two of you started something special. Just like we did."

Everything else might be difficult for me to fully understand, but the last sentence started racing clearly through my brain. I whisper, "You mean you and mom are?" I can't get the last words out.

He nods and says, "Yes, Max, your mom is my sister. So we know all about what the two of you are going through. There's no need to be ashamed about any of it."

I whisper back, "So Brandy and I are?" I don't know if I want to hear the answer.

Joseph nods and whispers with pride, "You and you sister are the very loved results of incest. We wanted to tell you both as soon as you were old enough to understand things like this, but didn't want to do anything to hamper either of you having normal childhoods. We also didn't want to impact anything that might happen between the two of you. By talking about incest, there would be no natural course of action for either of you. It would have driven you together or forced you apart."

I nod and whisper, "Makes sense, dad. Is mom telling Brandy the same thing?"

He nods a little and whispers, "Yes. We thought it would be easier this way. We want you both to know we are here to support you. You can't hide what the two of you are doing for long. Whenever you go to the store, you will look like a couple, but there is no denying the relationship. You are going to hear some awful things, but when you do come talk to us. We want to be here for you, since there was no one there for us."

I look over at Brandy and see her face is filled with gratitude, just like mine. The idea of not having to hide this from my parents is a tremendous weight lifted off of my chest and I know it is the same for her. Everything we do will be accepted by them, including getting my sister pregnant, and it is a wave of relief. This day just keeps getting better.

He whispers, "Me and your mom are going to get out of here so the two of you can have some fun. Son, the best thing you can do is explore things with her. The two of you will develop a bond that cannot be broken. And if you find yourselves stuck in any kind of rut, let us know. We can guide you, since we've been there."

I nod as my father moves away to join my mother and they stand close to the door. Brandy walks over to me and she is absolutely glowing. I take her hand in mine a loving way and see my parents smiling at the both of us with pride. They give one last look of encouragement before leaving us to be alone without uttering a single word.

Brandy and I turn to look at each other as the door closes behind my parents and we hug each other as lovers who no longer have to fear secrecy. Our shared blue eyes stare into one another and I feel myself getting lost. Our hands start to explore the way lovers are meant to and I find everything about this to be wonderful in every way. There is no fear of going back and only the wonder of the future remains.

Brandy says, "I know I should be upset with them for keeping it a secret from us, but I'm not."

We continue to stare into each others eyes and I say, "Neither am I. It isn't like we were going to tell them about us."

She laughs and says, "You're right about that, Max. I feel so relieved about everything."

I nod and say, "That makes two of us."

There is no conscious action that presses our lips together for our first kiss and find my knees weaken beneath me as soon as contact is made. My tongue enters her mouth and she does not resist as she her lips part willingly. It explores her tongue the way this kind of kiss is supposed to and I don't want this to end. The passion of the kiss is greater than any moment I have ever experienced and I know it is from something from a very loving place within us. We lost our balance as both of our knees give out, but manage to catch ourselves and that is the only reason the kiss ended.

There is a flurry of movement as we start to remove each others clothes, which is not an easy task in the best of times. Being caught up in ourselves, I feel her hands shaking and am not surprised as mine are doing the same. It takes longer for us to be rid of our clothes than if we had just removed our own, but neither of us care about time. We finally have all the time in the world to do as we please and I couldn't be happier. Until I get her panties off and find the full bush, which was supposed to be trimmed already.

I ask, "What the hell is this?"

She smiles and says, "My bush. And before you get on my case about it, I wanted to wait so I can trim it in front of you."

I laugh and say, "Well, Brandy, since you put it that way, good idea. Why don't you get my trimmer and I'll get a bucket of water, so I can clean the hair off?"

She nods in excitement and we both move quickly to get the objects we need. I can hear her fumbling around in my, our, bathroom and I move to the kitchen. I grab the bucket and turn the water on so it can heat up. Once the water is hot enough, I fill the bucket about half way and throw in a hand towel. I return just in time to see her with the fully charged trimmer in her hands.

She asks in a playful voice, "What setting do you want and where do you want me?"

I take the trimmer from her hands and say, "Here's as good a place as any." I set the trimmer for the closest possible setting and hand it back to her, then say, "Here you go."

She has a slightly wicked grin on her face as she asks, "What's the bucket of water for, Max?"

I say, "I already told you, Brandy. To clean off the area as you trim so there aren't a bunch of pubic hairs sticking to you. Now quit stalling, Brandy."

She pouts as she says, "The least you can do is fill it with your pee for me."

I give a grin of my own as I say, "Maybe later, if your good."

She lays down on the carpet and spreads her legs far wider than needed and I know she is doing this to torture me. Her pink hole is very wet and I want to bring the wetness into my mouth, but I am patient when it comes to something like that. Right now, I just want her bush gone and not about to do something to get her to stop. She turns the trimmer on and starts at the top of her bush and takes her time to remove the hair from her body. As she finishes the first row, I use the damp hand towel to clean away any loose hairs and it is the only time my eyes move from her spread pussy to anywhere else.

Brandy reaches the point where half of her bush is now gone and I find an interesting contrast between the two areas. Below the pubic hair is taunting me with defiance as it serves as a reminder of far too many hairs that ended up in my mouth. Above it is as if the hairs had been shaved away as her blond stubble does not show against her pale flesh. When I get close enough with my eyes to use the hand towel, I can see the stubble just barely protruding against her flesh. I love everything about what I'm seeing and have no interest in anything other than a fully trimmed bush.

The trimmer finds the last of her pubic hair, then says, "There you go. Told you I would trim it."

I wipe away the area thoroughly and look for any pubic hair that might have escaped the trimmer. Once satisfied there is nothing out of place on what appears to be a shaved pussy, I smile and say, "I love it, Brandy. Thank you for doing this. It looks perfect, especially with your legs spread."

She smiles at my words and moves her fingers to spread her lips for me, then says, "I'm happy to please you, Max. Just like I know you're happy to please me. I don't really know what we have, but I'm happier than I've been in a long time."

My eyes look between her open lips and her clit is calling to my tongue. As much as I want to answer the calling and give her the pleasure I know I can provide, I know I can wait a little while to do just that. My eyes move up her body and I see her face has changed a little. I know something is bothering her and I have to know what it is so I can comfort her in some way. There is nothing that should worry either of us at this moment. Not when we are starting something so very special.

I ask in a voice full of concern, "What's wrong, Brandy?"

She says, "I have to tell you something, but I know you're going to get angry with me."

The concern in my voice remains very real as I say, "There is nothing you can say that will make me angry with you, Brandy. What is it?"

She says, "I have to tell you, because I want us to start with no secrets between us. When I peed my pants on you, I did it because I wanted to. I have been wanting to feel your pee on me for a long time. All those times I sat on your lap, I was trying to get up the courage to do it. I hoped you liked it, at least a little, so you would pee on me. Hell, max, even if you were angry I could have suggested you pee on my to get even. I don't know why, but I always chickened out. Until I didn't and acted like I was angry with you. I'm so sorry, Max. Can you forgive me?"

I smile and say, "There is nothing to forgive, Brandy."

She jumps up quickly and presses her naked body against my own and asks, "Do you really mean it, Max?"

I hold her tight and say, "Really, Brandy. Had you not done it, we wouldn't be here together. Thank you for having the courage and not chickening out. You make me very happy and I know I do the same for you. All I know is we have something special because of you and all that matters is we're together."

I feel her body shudder as she starts to cry and she says, "Thank you, Max."

We embrace each other for a while without any words needing to be spoken and after several moments of quiet, I ask, "What do you want to do to celebrate your moving in with me?"

She lovingly pushes herself back and looks into my eyes as she says, "Let's get a couple of large glasses and fill them with our piss. That way we can drink each other like champagne."

We release each other from the embrace and I start to move towards the kitchen. Brandy follows close behind as I say, "This is going to be much better than champagne."

I grab the two largest glasses I can find, while she makes her way to the refrigerator. I set the glasses on the counter while she takes out a bottle of cranberry juice and smiles when she sees both glasses are crystal clear, which adds greatly to what we are about to experience. As much as I want to drink it straight from the source, I know this is going to be a close second.

While I hand her one of the glasses, I ask, "What's the cranberry juice for?"

She smiles and says, "I'm going to fill up the glasses after we drink pee. That way, we can get an early start. Besides, it's bound to taste a lot better with a little bit of piss mixed in."

I laugh and say, "I love the way you think, Brandy."

She places the glass between her legs and immediately squats down so she can fill it for me. I take aim with the head of my hard dick, and have to bend over to ensure I can fill it easier than any other way. We both release our bladders together and the sounds of piss hitting glass is something I find very pleasant. The glasses fill quickly with our hot yellow piss and neither of us cares when they overflow over our hands and onto the kitchen floor.

We finish dripping about the same time and hold up our glasses to trade and our faces are filled with grins of eagerness. The only thing either of us cares about in this moment is taking every last drop in the glasses we have given to each other. There is no toast to be made, since that would delay our desire and neither of us wants to be delayed any longer.

I bring the rim of the full glass to my lips and feel her salty mixture, which is wonderful in so many ways. I slowly tilt my glass to ensure there is as little loss as possible and taste her piss as it slowly enters my mouth and covers my tongue. The taste is slightly different while drinking it this way and I know I definitely prefer to drink my sister's piss directly from the source, but this is also very good.

I start to take larger drinks and feel the warmth run down my throat. I greedily drink it down and enjoy knowing I am able to swallow considerably more of Brandy's wonderful elixir this way. We both empty the glasses far too quickly and Brandy pours some cranberry juice into each glass without rinsing off anything.

As she sets the bottle on the counter, she asks, "Well, Max, do you like drinking my piss from a glass?"

I smile broadly as I say, "I do, Brandy. Not as much as getting it directly from the tap, but pretty damn close. Definitely better than champagne. "

She smiles every bit as broadly and says, "I couldn't agree more."

She drinks her cranberry juice and I follow suit. Normally, I find the taste of cranberry juice to be a little strong, but my sister's piss softens the flavor on my tongue and I find it is quite enjoyable this way. We both finish our glasses quickly and set them in the sink to deal with later. She puts the cranberry juice back in the refrigerator and she is torturing me again, since the movement of her ass is far beyond what is necessary for such a short walk.

She turns and I see a hunger in her eyes, as she says, "I want you to take me into our bedroom and make love to me on our bed."

I can find no words to respond, while she moves quickly to where I am standing and presses her lips against mine. My tongue easily gains dominance as we slowly make our way to the bedroom. Our hands caress our bodies, which sends out signals of wonder shooting from every nerve in my body. As we near the bed our hands have found something to focus on and we are both lightly gripping each others asses and neither of us have any interest in releasing them.

We reach our bed and manage to not lose contact with our lips. She lays on her back and spreads her legs to await my entry. I lay on top of her and my hard dick easily gains entry into her wet pussy. I slowly push it all the way inside of her and feel pleasure pulsate throughout my body. I don't want this feeling to end as I remain quite still. She moans through our locked lips and the pleasure increases inside of me.

My hands are caressing the top of her head and I can feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest. I start to slowly move my hips and she moans again. Her hands grip my cheeks and she pulls me inside of her with each forward movement. The pleasure increases in intensity and it feels like a pleasant fire is running through my veins.

I increase my speed a little and her muffled moans increase with intensity. There is nothing about this that is wrong and I find no shame of being with my sister this way. Quite the opposite, everything feels perfect as we are in complete sink with each other and every movement brings new pleasures. Her muffled moans add to the increasing pleasure and the fire in my veins encompasses my entire body.

I can feel myself very close and my lips break free from hers, then I say softly, "I'm going to cum, Brandy."

She lets out a quiet moan through gritted teeth and says, "Cum inside me, Max."

I let out a soft moan and say, "Oh, Brandy, I'm going to cum."

She says, "Go ahead and cum inside me."

I let out a grunt as I push myself inside of her as far as I can and release myself deep inside of her. She lets out continued moans of pleasure as I hold myself deep inside of her until the first wave of my orgasm is complete. I pull back a little, then force myself in hard in an attempt to get even deeper. The force elicits a slightly louder moan from Brandy and I fill her with another wave of pleasure. We continued like this until there were no waves left.

I slowly pull out of her and I see she is filled with pure joy, as she says, "Thank you, Max. Thank you for making love to me and filling me with your cum. Your cum feels so good inside of me."

I am about to say something about her not having to thank me, but our lips find each other again far too quickly for me to say anything. Her hands never leave my ass and my hands find there is now enough space between our bodies for me to caress her tits and nipples. I cannot say how long we were in bed like that, but I don't care. She no longer has to leave and we have all the time in the world.

Brandy is bent over in front of me and her legs are spread wide enough for me to see both her pink pussy and her dark asshole quite clearly. I aim the head of my dick directly at her asshole and start to relieve myself with a very strong stream. She moans as my torrential flow makes contact and I can see my golden stream bouncing off of her asshole and splashing back onto the head of my dick. I slowly move the direction of my hard cock down and my piss enters her pink hole, which causes her to moan a little louder. I continue my downward movement and hit her clit, which causes her to scream out in pleasure. I start to work my way back to her asshole and continue my up and down movements until there is nothing left to give her, but a few drops and place the head of my dick inside of her pink hole to ensure she gets everything.

I pull out once I am certain there is not a single drop left and force my hard shaft between her lips. She starts to release her own torrent of gold and it feels wonderful on my flesh. I slowly move my dick back and forth to ensure complete coverage and let out my own moans as the tip feels the full force of her golden elixir. Her wonderful release does not end quickly and I am very happy with her very full bladder. Once the torrent slowly, I point the tip of my dick against her hole and feel her release drip down my shaft and find its way to my balls.

We discovered pretty damn quickly that the first piss of the morning is too strong for either of us to drink, so we made this our morning routine for our first release of the day. I lay down on my back on the hard ground and wait for her patiently as she spreads her legs over my face. Piss drips down slowly and I smile as it makes contact with my flesh. She teasingly lowers herself down to reveal both of her beautiful holes, then I feel her mouth start to engulf my dick.

My tongue starts to search out the strong salty taste and is quickly rewarded. I feel her starting to take me deeper into her mouth and we both let out soft moans. My tongue slowly explores to find every drop of the salty elixer between her lips and starts to move to the flesh between her pussy and asshole. She starts to build a pleasant rhythm while I slowly work my way to her asshole for the first time.

My tongue makes contact with the ridges and she stops for just a moment. I find a strange combination of bitter salt and find it to be pleasant enough to continue. Her head returns to concentrating on the rhythm of the blowjob and my tongue starts to slowly encircle her dark star. Once there is no sign of the odd mixture of flavors, my tongue moves to the center and finds far more of this wonderful bitterness. The bitterness drives me to explore this area a little deeper, but I don't want to lose and of the salty wonder.

My tongue leaves her asshole and I have every intention of returning to explore the area much more. I slowly return my attention to her pussy and force my tongue inside of her pink hole. The strong taste of the salty elixir hits my tongue quickly and I start to push it in and out to ensure nothing is missed. Once the salty goodness starts to fade, I move my tongue to her hard clit and begin to work it with a passion. I know she is every bit as close to an orgasm as I am, so I work her clit harder in an attempt for simultaneous release.

I explode in her mouth at the same time she erupts onto my chin. I hear her cough as she moves her head back so only the head is between her lips. I move my mouth to her pink hole and we both start to swallow as much as we can. The saltiness is washed away quickly, but I am fine with that. There will be plenty more before too long. For now, I am enjoying the taste of her volcanic release.

The incredible orgasm passes and she moves slowly to steal away my view and turns herself around. She crawls over and I can see my cum dripping down from her chin and find this view almost as good as what I was looking upon just a short time ago. She grins widely and her blue eyes are glowing in the aftermath of her release, which is still very wet on my flesh. She lays her head on my shoulder and we both lie there in pleasant silence.

This is the first day in a long time, that I have not had to go to work. My job was requiring a lot of overtime and I don't recall the last time I had a day off, which meant I was unable to spend any real time with my sister. My parents offered the use of their cabin and would pay all the bills if I quit. All I had to do was agree to start working with my father when I was ready to go back to work. My father had been wanting me to work with him for as long as I can remember, but I was always filled with tremendous pride, which is the only reason I never accepted his offer. It took working crazy hours for endless days before my pride fell enough to accept his offer.

My sister breaks the silence, when she says, "I can't believe we are really here."

My fingers start to caress her blond hair as I say, "I know. I keep expecting the damn alarm clock to go off and wake me up."

She says, "If it does, throw the damn thing out the window and stay in bed with me."

I smile a little as I say, "You've got it, Brandy. Anything you want to do today, Brandy?"

She says, "Spend the entire day naked with you. Hey, Max?"

I hear the curiosity in her voice as I ask, "What is it, Brandy?"

She asks, "What did it taste like to lick my asshole?"

There is no sign of anything other than honest curiosity in her voice, so I give her an honest answer, as I say, "Bitter, but not in a bad way. Why?"

She says, "It felt really good and I want you to do it again."

My smile widens a little as I ask, "Right now?"

She shakes her head and the sensation of her hair brushing against my flesh is very pleasant, then says, "Later. Right now I just want to lay here with you and enjoy this."

I say, "You won't get any argument from me. Hey, Brandy?"

She asks, "What is it?"

I say, "You can lick my asshole if you want."

Without another word being spoken between us, she moves quickly to place her head between my legs. I bring my knees up and hold them in place to give her tongue easy access to my asshole. Her blue eyes are glowing with anticipation and I see her move slowly as she sticks her tongue out and makes contact with my flesh. Chills flow out from my spine and I let out a soft sigh of pleasure, which flows strongly from my ass. My eyes are locked on hers as she stares at me over my flaccid dick and I see a hunger in them that needs to be satiated.

I feel her tongue press hard as it moves up and down over the entrance and the chills grow to a tingling sensation. Another moan escapes my lips and I see the hunger in her blue eyes increase in intensity. I feel her hands grip my cheeks and she spreads them in hopes of gaining access to my tight hole. There is some minor discomfort from her aggressiveness, but that is very short lived as her tongue pleasantly enters just a little. I never thought anything like this could ever feel this wonderful and I moan again.

She is getting a little frustrated at not being able to get her tongue deeper inside of me and I am disappointed at the feeling of her tongue exiting. She releases my cheeks and places a finger teasingly into her mouth. She sucks it for just a moment, then removes it and presses he slick digit against my asshole. There is no discomfort at all when she presses it inside of me and I give her an appreciative sigh as she slowly forces it deeper into my asshole. It is an odd sensation running through my body as I feel her finger press deeply and it is one I quickly learn is very pleasurable.

She grins at me and says, "You were right about it being bitter, but I like it. Damn your tight asshole. Just can't get my tongue far enough inside to really enjoy it."

I smile and let out a sigh, then say, "You're finger feels really good inside of me."

Her grin widens as she says, "I wish I could keep it inside of you, Max, but I can't leave it in there. I need it in my mouth now."

I feel her withdraw quickly and place her finger into her mouth. The look on her face is one of contentment as she takes her time exploring this new flavor on her pallette. She slowly withdraws her finger from between her lips and forces her tongue hard against my asshole. This time I decide to help her out, as I reach down to grab my cheeks. I pull hard and there is far more discomfort this time, but I ignore it and allow myself the enjoyment of feeling her tongue enter inside of me a little more than before. I feel her tongue start to move in and out of my asshole quickly and with great force, which sends more signals of pleasure through my body.

I feel her hands move over mine and her fingers touch the sides of my asshole. She increases the forcefulness of her tongue and pulls very hard. I grunt in pain, but she ignores me and continues to pull with all of her might. I feel her tongue press inside of me further and stays like that for quite a while. As her tongue finds new wonders from inside of me, she lets out a guttural sound and I know she is very intent on leaving her tongue buried there for as long as it takes. The pain subsides and I start to moan again from the sensation starting to course through my body.

Frustration crosses her face and she releases her tongue, then says, "Fuck. I just can't get my tongue deep enough. My finger doesn't work. The taste goes away too quickly. Damn, this is frustrating as hell, Max."

I give her a comforting smile and say, "Not like we're rushed for time. We'll figure something out."

The frustration fades and is replaced by a pleasant smile, then she says, "You're right, Max."

Her eyes light up and I know she is on to something, so I say, "I know that look, Brandy. What are you thinking?"

She gets a wicked grin on her face, then says, "I'm thinking we should go to bed, so you can lick my asshole in comfort."

I give her my own wicked grin and say, "Lead the way."

I get up quickly and she is moving very quickly in eager anticipation. I move quicker than she does and grab her ass playfully. She lets out a sigh as my fingers squeeze her cheeks, but does not slow her pace. We reach the edge of the bed quickly and she forcefully turns me so my back is facing the bed, then pushes me down with an aggressive force I have never seen before and I find I like this previously unknown side of my sister.

She says, "Move up, Max. Don't want your legs dangling over the side."

I grin and say, "You've got it."

I start to get into a good position and watch as she reaches for a bottle of lube. There are no shortage of bottles in the cabin and I have seen more variety than I thought existed, but we haven't used any of them just yet. She shows me the bottle with a very wide grin and I smile when I discover it is anal lube. I have no idea what she has planned, but it is going to be interesting.

She gets onto bed and straddles my face quickly, then lowers herself with great force. Her asshole gets closer until I put my tongue out and make contact. The pleasant bitterness returns to my tongue and she lets out a soft sigh. Much like she did to me, I am not exploring anything around this hole. My tongue forces itself against her tight asshole and I move my tongue forcefully up and down to get it inside of her.

She bends down and I feel her mouth engulf my still flaccid cock and it starts to twitch. My fingers move to either side of her asshole and I spread them apart with a lot of force. She lets out a little grunt, but does not stop working on my dick. My tongue gains a little entry and I am rewarded by the flavor of something stronger. The bitterness is almost as good as her piss and now I know why she was so adamant to get her tongue deeper inside of me.

My dick starts to slowly harden in her mouth and my fingers press a little harder to cause as much separation as I can. She grunts again, but forces her asshole down onto my tongue. I get it in a little deeper and find the bitterness increase and know I want more. She gags on my dick as it hardens inside of her mouth, but she does not slow her progress. I force my tongue hard and manage to get it inside of her just a little deeper, which is enough to be rewarded by a slightly stronger bitterness.

My cock becomes fully erect very quickly after that and she releases it slowly from between her lips. She pulls her ass away and my tongue misses it immediately, but this is her show. She shows me the bottle of lube again, then opens it and starts to pour a generous amount into her hand. She closes the bottle and starts to rub her hands together, then she works the lube onto the flesh my cock. Her hands feel incredible as they slowly cover everything and I let out several soft moans of pleasurable appreciation.

Once satisfied that I have enough to do the job she wants done, she straddles my cock and starts to lower herself down. My eyes focus on her small tits for just a moment, then move to her blue eyes. I find great desire in them and determination to take my cock inside of her asshole. I know this is going to hurt like hell and the temptation to stop her is great, but I know her far too well to be able to accomplish anything along those lines.

She places one hand behind her ass and I feel her fingers on my slick shaft. Her asshole makes contact with her tight hole and she forces herself down hard with a little grunt. The tightness is amazing as I feel myself enter her and she lets out another grunt from the pain. The desire does not leave her eyes as she takes a little more inside of her. She slowly releases my cock and her mouth makes contact quickly, as she takes my head and part of my shaft past her lips.

Her tongue works to taste everything and she pulls her head back, then says, "Not as good as yours, but this will work."

I smile with eager anticipation and say, "Glad to hear it, but you know this is going to hurt like hell. I know you won't be satisfied until I'm all the way in."

The hunger in her eyes increases and she says, "I know and I don't care. This is the only way to taste what's buried deep."

She again straddles my body and quickly take the head with another miner grunt, then I feel her take more of my shaft. The pressure is amazing as she lowers herself slowly with no sign of letting anything stop her. As she slowly works to take everything I can give her, I feel like my shaft is being gripped tightly by a vice from all sides. There is nothing uncomfortable about this at all and I wish she would move a little quicker.

At long last, she has it all the way in and there is no sign of pain on her face. The only thing I see is hunger as she slowly starts to fuck me. Just as the rhythm is getting good, she releases my dick from her asshole with great impatience and her mouth engulfs everything. She gags a little, but ignores it as she forces her lips to my balls and her tongue moves to taste every wonder it can find. The sounds she makes is very guttural, which sounds oddly pleasant.

Once she can find no sign of her asshole, she quickly impales herself again. I am enjoying everything about this, as she continues to replicate her actions several times over, but I wish she would leave it in her asshole a little longer. Just as she is impaling herself as hard as she can, she recognizes the signs of my fast approaching orgasm. She forces herself so my dick is buried as deep as possible and waits for the moment of my release.

I groan as the first explosive wave crashes over me and feel every twitch as her tight asshole rewards my work. Once the wave subsides, she moves her asshole up my shaft so most of it is no longer feeling her wonderful pressure. I groan again as another wave crashes over me and again feel every twitch. Before the next wave hits, she reaches back and pulls her asshole apart and I can feel cool air on the head of my dick. I groan as another wave hits and feel my cum start to drip down my shaft from the opening.

That was the final wave and she quickly removes the small amount of my dick that remains inside of her. Her mouth takes my dick and she eagerly takes it inside and ignores the gag again. Her tongue works incredibly hard to find any remnant she can and is relishing the flavors she is finding. My dick is softening in her mouth and she is starting to struggle to find anything left behind.

She releases my dick from between her lips and asks, "Do you have to pee?"

A little confused over the question, I say, "A little."

She rushes out of bed and I can hear her running to the kitchen. I follow her, but not as quickly, since I prefer to move with a lot less recklessness. I reach the kitchen and she has two large, glasses on the counter and starts to fill one with juice. She fills it all the way and hands it to me with an impatient look on her face. I drink it down quickly and find myself curious as to why the other one is not filled. However, my bladder is filling quickly and I just want relief, which is exactly what she wants.

She bends over and has absolute determination in her voice, as she says, "Put the head of your dick inside of my asshole and pee inside of me."

I grin as I watch her spread her cheeks with a great deal of force and her asshole opens just a little. I start to work to force the head of my dick inside, which is far from easy due to its flaccid state. I manage to get it in just in the nick of time, since my bladder is now ready to burst. She releases her cheeks and her asshole closes tightly around my shaft. I don't know if I can pee like this, so I reach down and spread her cheeks to cause just enough give. My bladder starts to empty inside of her and I find the sensation to be quite enjoyable. She moans as my piss fills her insides and it takes me far longer to give her my full release this way.

Once finished, I say, "That's it, Brandy. I'm empty."

In a commanding voice, she says, "Good. Don't pull out right now. I want you to get the empty glass and have it ready. When you pull out, put the glass against my asshole."

I grab the glass and carefully remove my dick, then place the clear glass hard against her flesh. Her hands grab the sides and hold it in place as she starts to carefully turn her body. Once she is facing me, she starts to carefully sit down and takes my cock into her mouth. While she is cleaning everything from the head of my dick, she starts to release my piss into the glass. She empties her asshole far quicker than I filled it, then releases the head of my dick in anticipation for something far better.

She starts to stand and brings the glass up with her, then looks at it as she says, "This is going to be so fucking good."

I look at the very full glass and find it to be a little on the cloudy side, but not by much. My cum is floating inside and it adds to the pleasure she is about to taste. She presses it to her lips and slowly starts to drink down everything. She does not allow one drop to spill as she moans with each large gulp she takes. She smiles as she finishes off the golden elixir and looks quite pleased with herself.

She sets the empty glass down, then says, "I was right. That was fucking good."

I grin and ask, "Better than straight piss?"

She shakes her head and says, "No, but pretty damn close."

Concern crosses my face as I ask, "Doesn't your ass hurt."

She shakes her head and says, "Not right now. Guess I'm too amped. I'm sure it's going to later. But I don't care. Drinking that was worth anything I'm going to be feeling."

An idea pops into my head from some unknown corner of my mind and I grin, then ask, "Do you still want to taste my ass?"

She laughs wickedly and says, "You're damned right. What do you have in mind?"

I give my own wicked laugh in return as I ask, "How about a nice fruit salad for breakfast?"

time she places her fingers to her mouth, the sound becomes even more animalistic.

She takes another sip of the juice and grins widely, then says, "I have to pee. Get your mouth over here, Max."

My movement is very quick as I turn myself around and lay on my back. She sets the bowl on my chest and she is holding the glass in her hand. She spreads her knees over my head and I anxiously wait for her golden elixir to enter my open mouth. She releases a powerful stream and swallow the salty wonder down quick. I open my mouth again and revel in her hot elixir filling my pallette with joy. I am amazed at just how much we have done in such a short period of time in this cabin, and I know we are going to discover quite a bit about each other in the days to come.

The End