Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2006 14:36:01 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'm So Lucky We Moved

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


			   I'm So Lucky We Moved
			 (Bisexual, Urination, TV)
			    by Amber Fountaine

	I'm the middle child of three, and the only boy. From as far back into my
young childhood as I can remember, people talked about how beautiful my
older sister Janice was - and I might add, still is. Even today, with three
children of her own, she still has the body of a young woman and the glow of
middle age that adds to her beauty rather than detracts from it. Joanne and
I were often called 'pretty', but from day one, Janice was in a class by
herself.

	While my younger sister, Joanne, is only a year younger, Janice is older
than me by five years. A three-bedroom house suited our family fine until
Janice hit her mid-teens and my parents decided the two girls should have
rooms of their own. At least that was the reason we were told. I still think
my mom was campaigning for a bigger house since her sister, my Aunt Gloria,
had just moved into a fancy new home.

	For whatever reason, just about the time I was beginning to notice the
opposite sex, we moved out of our old two-story home into a ranch style home
where my parents bedroom was on the opposite end of the house. That was a
huge help when I got older and started listening to rock and roll. However,
music isn't what this story is about. It's about the combination of
circumstances and how Jack Sumner Clayton became Jacqui Sue Clay.

	Janice entered her first beauty contest about the time that I entered
elementary school. I wish school had been as easy for me as beauty contests
were for my sister. For the next twelve years I struggled to maintain a B
average. At the same time, Rachel kept up an A average and won enough
ribbons, trophies and tiaras to fill a display case in her room. I have to
admit I was jealous.

	It wasn't until after we moved and my buddies, whose hormones were also
beginning to dominate their thoughts, began to envy me for having a sister
like Janice, that I started to see where there might be some advantage to
myself in having a beautiful older sister. As a result, I began to take more
notice of everything about her, including the way she dressed.

	However, it was the chance of seeing Janice undressed that seemed to be the
main subject of my friends inquiries. Of the four guys I ran around with the
most, Todd, the only one that had a sister, had one that was still in
diapers, which is another circumstance of some importance that I'll get to
later.

	We were in junior high school at the time and it seemed like almost daily I
was asked some question about Janice. She had a car to drive and dropped
Joanne and me off every morning and almost always, my buddies would be
sitting there waiting to catch a glimpse of her. Janice was no dummy. She
knew what they were doing and why and would make a point to wave to them,
blow them a kiss, or tease them in some way. Then, after she'd driven off
and Joanne was out of earshot, they'd begin their questions.

	"What color panties is she wearing today?"

	"Is the hair on her pussy blond too?"

	"Does she wear a nightie or sleep in the nude?"

	"Her tits are awesome. How big are her nipples?"

	I think you get the picture. I probably should have been insulted or stood
up for my sister or something like that. But when you're a new guy in a new
school in a new area, you take any acceptance and recognition you can get.
So as I basked in the reflected admiration of my big sister, I found myself,
more and more often, wishing I could be just like her. As the months went
by, those fantasies began to seem more important.

	Now here's the part where the move begins to come into play. Our old home
had a washer and dryer in a corner of the garage and our dirty clothes were
to be put in the bottom of our closets for my mom to find and wash for us.
In our new home, my mom had a separate washroom. In addition, Janice,
Joanne, and I shared a bathroom that had a huge, built-in laundry hamper.
House rules in our new home required that all of our dirty clothes were to
be put in the hamper. So at the same time that I'm wishing I could be like
Janice, and I'm developing sexually and discovering the joy of playing with
my penis, I find myself in constant proximity to feminine clothing. Lucky
me, huh?

	I started off just talking about Rachel's panties, not sure why I found
them fascinating. I'd see a pink pair in the hamper and the next day at
school, after Janice dropped me off among my horny little friends, I'd make
some remark about, "You should see the cute pink panties she was wearing
yesterday."

	I always left the impression that I'd seen Janice wearing them and
sometimes I was lucky enough that I did. I saw her quite often in panties
and bras, but my real favorite was the flimsy baby-doll nighties. Those were
what moved me to try on some of her things.

	It began one weekend, about a year after my fascination had begun, when I
went to the bathroom in the morning right after I got out of bed, and found
one of Janice's nighties from the night before hanging on a hook on the back
of the door. A quick check of the hamper located the matching panties. So
there I was, with panties in one hand, a nightie in the other, and a morning
woodie poking out of my pajamas. It was inevitable that I put on the nightie
and panties. And even more inevitable, that I jack off in front of the
mirror, wishing I was a sexy girl.

	Over the next few weeks and months, I found myself spending more and more
time in the bathroom, trying on things from the hamper, always ending up
with my hard little cock in my hand, jacking out a load of hot young cum.
The only thing harder than my cock cased in lingerie was not being able to
talk about it to any of my friends. We often spoke of new and exciting ways
or things that a guy could use to jack off, always making it sound like
speculation - like it was an idea that we wouldn't think of using ourselves,
but might be interesting. And of course, every time someone came up with one
of those ideas, we'd all try it first chance we got.

	But instinctively, I knew that revealing my fascination with lingerie
wouldn't make a good impression on my friends. Becoming known as an avowed
sissy would be committing social suicide. And there was no doubt in my mind,
though I wasn't quite ready to admit it at the time, that I was definitely
becoming a sissy.

	In the beginning, I always wore panties and a nightie if I could find one
and then jacked off. Then I'd tell myself after I'd cum that I wasn't going
to do that any more because I wasn't really a sissy. But a day or two later
- sometimes even later that same night - I'd not only do it again, but might
try adding a bra. And after I got used to getting in and out of a bra, and
had learned to stuff it with wads of toilet paper, I'd still tell myself I
was going to quit and the next time I might try putting on lipstick or
something else new. A little at a time, I was learning how to dress as a
girl and when I had the time and opportunity, I began to spend that time in
my sister's clothes, slipping out of the bathroom to go to my bedroom where
I'd prance around pretending to be a girl. You might say that instead of
coming out of the closet, I came out of the bathroom.

	I've never found out exactly how I got caught. And the funny part was, that
while it was Janice's clothes I was wearing, it was Joanne that figured out
what I was up to. And instead of accusing me of it, she gave me away in
front of one of my friends.

	That chapter began one afternoon when I was at Todd's house and his mom was
talking about finding a baby sitter for the evening of the coming company
Christmas party. Todd's mom worked for a local radio station and Todd had
met all the DJ's there, which made him a sort of a cool dude at school. My
sister Joanne had been babysitting for a couple of years and I suggested her
to Todd's mom. She loved the idea, telling me that I could stay with Todd
while they were gone to the party, and when they got home, they'd drive us
to my house and Todd could spend the night with me.

	We loved that idea, except that I had a single bed in my room. When Joanne
and I had been smaller and shared a room, my folks had gotten us a set of
bunk beds. After we were in school, it was decided that Joanne should move
in with her older sister. I was moved to the bottom bunk and the top was
removed to be set up as a single bed in Janice's room. That caused some
friction between the girls and was the reason we moved to a bigger house.
Eventually we moved and Joanne got a new bed with the new room. The top part
of the bunk bed went into storage in the garage.

	I suggested to my dad that he reassemble the bunk bed so Todd could stay
over. He suggested we consider setting up the tent in the back yard and
getting out the sleeping bags and roughing it for the whole weekend. That
was better yet, and we had the fall back plan of sleeping in the den on the
floor if the weather got too bad.

	Roughing it in this case included an extension cord to power the small
electric heater, a reading light, and a portable TV. We were given
permission to pee in the bushes after dark, and could use the toilet off the
den if we needed to take a dump. All in all, it sounded like a pretty
exciting weekend to me.

	My mom dropped Joanne and me off at Todd's house before supper so that they
could meet, and Todd's mom would have some time to show Joanne some things
about taking care of the baby. In my estimation, Gwen wasn't exactly a baby,
since she was walking and talking and almost four years old. But she did
need to be diapered at night and Todd's mom had insisted that her children
have cloth diapers instead of the plastic ones that most other parents used.
She showed Joanne how to fold the diapers and pin them on Gwen and how to
put the plastic pants in place and make sure all the material was tucked in
so that when the diaper got wet, it wouldn't leak.

	Joanne had been talked through the procedure as Todd and I hung back
observing and that turned out to be bad news for Todd. When Joanne had Gwen
diapered to Todd's mom's satisfaction, Gwen turned to her mom and said,
"Make Todd wear one too."

	Her mom told her, "Todd doesn't need to wear one any more Gwen, and pretty
soon you won't either."

	"Uh huh," she persisted. "He wears mine when you not looking."

	We all looked at Todd and he couldn't have looked any more guilty if he'd
had  the word stamped on his forehead.

	"Todd, if that's true and you're playing in your sister's diapers again,
you're going to be grounded. It's too late to change plans for this weekend,
but I want to talk to you when you get home Sunday."

	I think Joanne and I were almost as embarrassed for him as Todd was
himself. No more was mentioned about it until after his folks had gone and
then Todd, almost in tears, begged me not to tell anyone at school what I'd
discovered.

	Over the course of the evening, after Joanne and I had vowed repeatedly
that we'd keep his secret, Todd admitted to us he'd been a bedwetter until
just a couple of years back and had discovered he liked the feel of wetting
a diaper. So once in a while, he would take one of his sister's diapers that
was damp, but not real wet, and put in on. Then he's squeeze into a pair of
her plastic panties, wet the diaper thoroughly, and after wearing it that
way for a while, put it back in his sister's diaper pail.

	That's when I made the mistake of teasing Todd about playing with himself
while wearing the wet diaper, since I was sure that was the reason he
enjoyed 'wearing it that way.' Again the look of guilt confirmed my
suspicion, but the shocker was when Joanne told me, "You don't have any room
to talk Miss Jackie. You dress up in Janice's clothes and play with yourself
too." Then she turned to Todd and told him, "If he tells any of your friends
about you wearing diapers, you can tell them that my brother is a sissy that
likes to dress up like a girl."

	Todd was so happy to hear that news, knowing that his secret was safe, that
from the smile on his face you'd have thought Christmas had come two weeks
early. "Dude," he told me, "You might dress up like a girl, but there's no
way you could ever be as pretty as your sister."

	That was my second surprise of the evening. I immediately thought he was
referring to Janice, but then I noticed that he and Joanne were making eyes
at each other and discovered that Todd had been harboring a crush on Joanne.

	The surprises were far from over. I wanted to know how Joanne had found out
about the fun I'd been having with the clothes from the laundry hamper
before I said any more in front of her. She teased Todd a couple of times
about being glad to put him in diapers, but he blushingly declined each
offer. Little more was said about either of our habits, but I was sure we'd
be up late talking about it in the privacy of the back yard tent at my
house.

	The next surprise was when Todd's folks got home with several members of
the office party right behind them. One of the men, who I learned was "Pat
the Hat" Marsh, the morning DJ, hadn't been drinking and was assigned the
task of driving us three teens to my house. It was barely two blocks and we
could easily have walked, but "Pat the Hat" was hugely popular with teenage
listeners and my sister wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to tell her
friends she'd ridden in a car with a celebrity.

	Everyone was in bed at my house so as quietly as possible, Joanne went to
her room and Todd and I got the sleeping bags from off of the couch in the
den and headed out to the tent. That's when the serious sex talk began.

	Todd had never done any camping. In my family, we went camping several
times a year. So I explained to Todd how to unroll and open the sleeping
bags and explained that it was best to sleep in your underwear. Mentioning
underwear was what got it started.

	He wanted to know what it was like to wear girls underwear and if I wore
panties that were clean or dirty. Since it was hardly a secret any more
thanks to Joanne, I told him how I'd gotten started wearing panties and
nighties from the laundry hamper and had progressed from there. I didn't go
into a lot of detail, but enough that it seemed to satisfy him. Then I asked
him about wearing his sister's diapers and warned him not to wet the
sleeping bag if he was still really a bedwetter.

	He gave me a not too detailed account of how he'd come to the conclusion
that Gwen wet her diapers on purpose because he'd noticed that she was wet
several times not long after she'd been diapered and well before she went to
bed. The reason he'd suspected that's what she was doing was because during
his bedwetting years, he'd done the same thing, enjoying the feel of the
warm, wet diaper, often wearing it around the house under his pajamas in the
morning if he didn't have to go to school.

	"My dad used to call me, 'pee pants,' and that would embarrass me," Todd
told me. "But I guess he's right. I really like to pee in my pants."

	I told him how when I'd been younger, I'd been teased by both my sisters
because Joanne, a year younger, had been out of diapers at night before I
was. "But I don't think I did it on purpose," I told him. "But maybe close.
My mom said it was because I was too lazy to get up to go to the bathroom.
So that would almost be the same as doing it on purpose."

	"If I can sneak some of my sisters diapers out of the house, do you want to
try it again - together?"

	"Might be fun," I told him. I had planned to turn on the heater before we
went to Todd's house so the inside of the tent would be warm. But I'd
forgotten and the thought of a warm diaper sounded real good at the moment
and I wished we had some. I wanted to get inside my sleeping bag, but the
conversation had given me a hard on that I didn't want Todd to notice. I was
waiting to undress until he was finished talking and I could turn out the
light first. That's when I got hit with the next surprise - and I mean that
factually.

	Todd was just about to say something when the flap of the tent flew open
and I was hit in the face with a handful of lingerie. Then I heard giggling
and knew that it had been Joanne. Janice was way too 'lady-like' to giggle.
While she might have had the looks, she didn't have the personality that
made Joanne so popular with everyone. Besides, Joanne was filling out and
catching up with Janice in the looks department. I could see why Todd had a
crush on her.

	He looked at me and the assortment of lingerie strewn around me. Then he
asked, "How long do you think she was out there?"

	I knew he was concerned that she might have heard him offer to provide us
with diapers. But I didn't have an answer and shrugged my shoulders.

	"Do you think she's still out there now?"

	"Probably not. It's supposed to get pretty cold before dawn. She most
likely just wanted to tease me by throwing this stuff in here."

	"You gonna put it on?" Todd asked with a grin. I could tell he wanted me
to.

	I think I knew instinctively what would happen if I did. I was sure Todd
was as horny as I was and we'd wind up jacking off together. That thought
made my little pecker even harder and I realized I wanted it to happen - and
maybe more. Then, as I started to sort the things that had been thrown at
me, I realized there were two pair of panties and two nighties. I smiled
back at Todd and told him, as I held up the two shorty nightgowns, "I guess
she wants us both to wear one."

	We stared at one another, waiting to see who would be first to say, "I will
if you will," or something along those lines. Then we heard Joanne giggle
again and ask, "Are you girls dressed yet?"

	"Get in here!" I hissed at her, throwing open the tent flap from inside.
The tent was billed as a four-man tent. Janice, Joanne and I had shared it
many times and three was the perfect number in my estimation. So we had
plenty of room

	In a moment Joanne came in the tent to join us, disappointed that we hadn't
put on the nighties in the few minutes she'd waited outside in the cold.
"How come you girls didn't put your nightgowns on and get ready for bed?"
she asked.

	"Like these would really keep us warm," I told her, holding up one of the
gowns. "I don't see you wearing one."

	"If you both wore one and put your bags together, it would get REAL warm,"
she teased. "Then you could play with each other instead of doing it
yourself."

	I was about to protest that I'd never do that, in spite of the fact that
I'd been thinking about it, and then I saw that look of embarrassed guilt on
Todd's face again. As I'd suspected, he'd been thinking the same thing. So I
didn't say a word. But Joanne did.

	"How about this smart ass?" she asked. She was wearing the same zip front
jacket she'd had on earlier, but as she unzipped it, it became obvious she'd
changed what she was wearing under it. She was sitting facing the light, so
when she opened the jacket briefly, we could see right through the nightgown
she was wearing and admire her perfect fourteen-year-old tits. With that
picture burned indelibly in our brains, she zipped up the jacket again.
"Your turn," she said, taunting us.

	Neither Todd nor I had the guts to strip and change in front of her. So we
talked for a while and eventually, after Todd kept talking about his folk's
party, she speculated aloud, talking to Todd, "Why do you suppose your folks
wanted you out of the house when they brought all that company home? Didn't
you say this is the first time they've ever let you sleep over with
someone?"

	"Yeah," Todd answered, then shrugged. "I don't know. As loud as they were,
I guess they thought I wouldn't get any sleep."

	"What about Gwen?"

	"She sleeps like a rock," Todd explained. "I've seen her fall asleep at the
movies, get carried out to the car, carried into the house and dressed for
bed, and never wake up until the next day. I think she could sleep in a room
with a trash metal band playing and never wake up."

	"They're probably playing strip poker or something," Joanne suggested.

	Todd told her that he doubted it and a discussion ensued about things
parents might do and not do if their offspring weren't around to watch.
Eventually the conversation became contentious, with Joanne taking the side
that Todd's parents were up to something that Todd wasn't supposed to see
and Todd defending them, taking the stand that his parents were too old for
that sort of thing.

	Then I got yet another surprise when Joanne told him, "You might be
surprised. My grandparents have sex all the time and my mom thinks they were
probably swingers back in the 70's."

	That was news to me; both the part about them being swingers and that they
still had sex. It had never occurred to me that people in their 50's and
60's might want to do things like that. And of course my mom had never told
me any of that. But I knew she talked to the girls about those sorts of
things and assumed my dad would pass on to me any information I needed. I
wondered if his mom and dad had been swingers too. I doubted it. The elder
Clayton's were staunch Baptists and saw evil everywhere. My mom's folks were
much more liberal.

	I'm not sure who offered the first, "I'll bet you're wrong." But in barely
a moment, Todd and Joanne were challenging each other to a bet. First they
had to determine the stakes and after very little haggling, it was decided
that if Todd was right, she would spend the night in our put-together
sleeping bags with us and if she was right, then we'd put the bags together
and Todd and I would sleep together - in the nighties she'd given us. I was
getting harder by the second and didn't care who won. Either way I figured
I'd be a winner.

	Then we had to decide how we were going to determine who won the bet. The
only logical way was to sneak out of the yard, down the alley, cut over to
Todd's street, cut down his alley, and sneak up to the back of his house.
"There's a sliding glass door on the back of the house," Todd told us.
"There's something wrong with the curtain rod and the drapes don't close all
the way. But no one lives behind us so my dad has never fixed it."

	Off we trooped, covertly moving from my backyard to Todd's. If Todd was
correct, we'd be back in fifteen minutes, tops. As it turned out, he wasn't
and we were gone for over an hour.

	The curtain Todd had mentioned was gapped at least a foot. We could tell
before we even got close to the patio that almost everyone was naked and
most of the men had erections. I was sure, her point made, that Joanne would
want to go back home immediately. Instead she was the one to creep closer
and tell us to shut up when we suggested we should leave.

	"This is better than any of my dad's books," Todd whispered as he watched
in awe. He'd never seen his parents naked before, much less in a room full
of mostly naked, sexually active people. They seemed to be playing some sort
of game, but what we couldn't tell. It appeared that each guest had their
name on a card or board or something and someone we couldn't see assigned
them to do various things in twos and threes. The longer we watched, the
more risque they became, with the few items of clothing soon gone. We
watched one man remove Todd's mother's panties with his teeth. That was
followed by two women rubbing their breasts together, ending with a quick
but passionate kiss.

	Soon men were fingering and then eating pussy and women were sucking cock
and eating pussy as well. Sometimes it looked like there were two or three
couples going at it at the same time. When we saw 'Pat the Hat' start
sucking on Todd's dad's cock, we knew it was time to leave. We couldn't
handle any more. All the way back to my house I kept thinking that barely an
hour earlier, I'd been riding in a car with a man that sucks dicks. We were
almost back to the tent before something Todd had said registered.

	"You never told me your dad has books," I told him. "You mean like Playboy
and Penthouse and stuff like that?"

	"Yeah, he has some of those. But he also had some others too that are
really hot."

	"Like what?" I wanted to know.

	"Like we just seen," he said, speaking softly. I think he was still stunned
by what we'd just witnessed.

	"You mean where women do each other and men do other men and stuff like
that?" Joanne asked.

	"Yeah," Todd told us. "The pictures are pretty hot. But it's a whole lot
hotter when you see the real thing."

	He was right about that. All three of us were breathing raggedly and it
wasn't from the short hike to Todd's house and back. It was because of what
we'd seen there and the thoughts it provoked in our minds.

	"Have you guys ever tried anything like that?" she wanted to know.

	"Not yet," I answered without thinking, realizing too late that I'd let
them both know what I had in mind for the future. I was ready to suck some
cock.

	"You?" she asked Todd who hadn't answered.

	"Not yet," he told her, echoing my answer. I could see in the glow of a
street light at the corner that Todd was smiling at me.

	As soon as we were back in the tent, Joanne reminded us, "Okay sissy boys.
I won and you two have to get into your nighties. I'll fix your sleeping
bags for you."

	When she turned away to begin zipping the bags together to make one bigger
bag for two, I looked at Todd and shrugged. I didn't want Joanne to see my
erection so I turned my back to her and quickly undressed. Then just as
quickly I stepped into one of the pair of panties and then put on the
nightgown that matched them. Todd's eyes never left my cock the whole time
it was exposed. He was at the very back of the tent and could easily have
turned around to change, but didn't. He was daring me to watch and I did. So
did Joanne and that made him blush a little, but I could quickly see why he
was showing off. I knew from gym class that our soft cocks were about the
same size, but hard, his was half again the size of mine. I have to admit
that the look I gave it was both long and filled with admiration. A glance
at my little sister revealed she felt the same way.

	"You're as big as some of those men at the party," she told him and you
could see him swell with pride. Not his cock. It was already painfully
swollen.

	After he'd given us both a memorable eyeful, he put on the nightie first
and then the panties, giving us another moment or two to admire his manhood.
Fortunately, baby doll nightgown panties fit much looser than regular
panties. Both Todd and I had tents in the front that would have never fit in
regular lady's panties.

	Then Joanne told us, "Okay little girls. Time to get in the sack and make
each other feel good."

	Todd was on the open side so I let him crawl in first and then followed.
When we were both in the bag, laying shoulder to shoulder, Joanne zipped us
in. The she reached across and put one hand on each of our cocks through the
mound we made in the sleeping bag material. After giving us both a squeeze
that nearly made me cum, she told us, "Now put your hand on each other."

	We knew without any further instruction where that hand was supposed to go.
When we were both fondling the panty clad cock of the other, Joanne told us,
"Since it's your first time, I'll give you some privacy. But next time I
want to watch." Then she turned out the light and left, closing the tent
flap behind her.

	Over the last couple of years since I'd discovered masturbation, I'd
enjoyed every minute of it when I had my cock in my hand. Having someone
else's cock in my hand was ten times as good and I told Todd that. He agreed
completely and for the next few minutes we continued to fondle each other.

	Then Todd said, "I want to try it."

	I was sure I knew what he meant, but asked just the same.

	"You know. What Pat was doing to my dad."

	"Yeah," I agreed, "Me too," and then we banged heads in the dark as we each
tried to get our mouths on the other boy's cock.

	We laughed about that, then debated over who would go first. "It's my yard
and my tent," I told him.

	"True. But that makes me the guest and you the host and guests get to go
first."

	I was still attempting to think up a rebuttal to his argument when I felt
his lips begin to nipple on my prick through the nylon of the panties. Then
he was pulling them out of the way and I was getting my first ever blowjob.
That tent was warming up in a hurry.

	As I enjoyed the incredible new sensation, I began to concern myself that I
might not want to reciprocate after I had cum. I needn't have worried. It
took me a moment or two to recover, but as soon as I had, I was savoring the
taste of my very first dick, followed by the first cum I'd tasted besides my
own. Neither of us had hesitated to swallow the cum in our mouths. We had
both been ready for this experience and I doubt that both blowjobs combined
took us over five minutes. We fell asleep cuddled together, holding each
other's cocks.

	"I need to pee," I heard him whisper as he woke me.

	"So go pee," I told him, turning to go back to sleep.

	"It's daylight,"

	That woke me up in a hurry as I remembered how we were dressed and realized
my dad or mom might come out to see if we wanted breakfast. The plan we'd
discussed briefly before nodding off was that we'd change back to our
clothes in the morning and then hide the nightgowns in our sleeping bag for
use again the following night.

	"I gotta pee," he reminded me.

	"Well I gotta pee too," I told him. "We need to get changed and go inside."

	He was looking at me funny and I assumed he was thinking about what we'd
seen and done the night before. "I don't want to change yet. And no one is
up yet either. I already looked."

	I'd told him that in our house, the first one up had to flip on the coffee
pot. Since the kitchen window was still dark, that meant everyone was
probably still asleep. A quick check confirmed he was right and that it was
daylight, but the sun wasn't up. That meant my folks would most likely stay
in bed for another thirty minutes to an hour. The unknown was Janice. She'd
had a date and I had no way of knowing when she might have come in. She
might take it upon herself to come wake us, but I doubted it.

	"I guess we could put some clothes on over the nightgowns and go use the
bathroom," I suggested. I didn't want to change either and was already
hoping we could repeat what we'd done last night. I couldn't help but smile
when I heard a bird chirp and thought of the old saying, "The early bird
catches the worm." I reached across Todd's hip and let my fingers close
around the worm I wanted.

	"Mmm," he moaned and reached for my cock too. Then he whispered, "There's a
way we could pee without having to leave the tent."

	I was sure he was talking about coming to a kneeling position and pissing
out through the tent flap, but I was wrong.

	"In a couple of my dad's magazines, people piss on each other and drink
it." He was studying me for my reaction and he sure got one.

	"You're shitting me," I told him, flabbergasted at the suggestion.

	"Nope. I was surprised too. But I went on the internet and pee is harmless.
There's even some people that believe you're supposed to drink a glass of
you own pee every day to stay healthy."

	"I hope you haven't been looking at shit like that on the school computer.
They'll bust your ass for good."

	"No. I use my dad's when he's gone."

	I thought about it all for a minute. "So you want to drink my pee - and you
want me to drink yours?" I asked to be sure.

	"If you want."

	Suddenly I did want. Maybe because  I did need to pee too and had to do
something - and soon. Maybe because it was a good excuse to put Todd's cock
in my mouth. And maybe it was because I was turning into a full-fledged sex
pervert, willing to do anything kinky. I wasn't sure if Todd was making up
the story about people in some magazine or on the internet, but it didn't
matter. I had tasted my own pee and it hadn't killed me. I'd also heard
about people like Todd mentioned that were supposed to drink pee to stay
healthy. At the time I'd thought it strange and laughed it off. Now I was
willing to become one of them as long as I got to  . . . .

	Before either of us could change our mind, I had Todd's cock out of his
panties and closed my lips around it, nodding to let him know I was ready.
At that moment I didn't care what came out of his prick; piss or cum were
equally acceptable. I wasn't sure why Todd was having such a hard time
letting go if he needed to pee as much as he said. Later, when the situation
was reversed and I was trying to pee in his mouth I'd discover it's not all
that easy no matter how full your bladder is. But I didn't know that then
and was about to give up on Todd when the first trickle of tangy urine
washed across my tongue. The stream grew steadily until I knew I was missing
some and couldn't swallow fast enough.

	I loved it. It was nasty, but in a sexy sort of way. By the time my belly
was full of Todd's pee, my cock was full of my blood, swollen by the
thoughts of doing something so decadent. When Todd had finished and he asked
what I thought, I told him I liked it as much as what we'd done the night
before.

	"I want to drink yours now," he told me. "I wish we were somewhere that you
could pee on me too."

	"Maybe later I could tell my folks we need to take a bath and we could get
in the tub together," I suggested as I rose to a kneeling position and freed
my stiff prick as Todd angled to get my cock in his mouth.

	Todd was nodding his approval of that idea when the head of my dick
disappeared between his lips and I learned how hard it is to pee when you're
sexually excited. While I coaxed my bladder to PLEASE let go, I wondered if
women had a similar problem. I asked Todd, "In that book where people pee on
each other, do women pee on men too?"

	Todd took his mouth off of me for a second, but kept it within an inch of
my prick, as he told me, "Most of the pictures are women pissing on men."

	I knew that incest was supposed to be horribly wrong. But I also wondered,
if I could talk Joanne into peeing for me, if that would be considered
incest? Fucking was a definite no-no, but might it be all right for me to
eat my sister's pussy? Well, maybe not all right, but at least not as sinful
as incest? Those thoughts weren't making it any easier to pee, but I
couldn't make them stop. My mind was turning into a cesspool of deviant and
forbidden sexual thoughts and I couldn't stop them. Eventually I was able to
give Todd a taste of my pee, but I wasn't able to empty my bladder because
of the things on my mind. "I want to see your dad's books," I told him as
soon as we were done.

	Joanne missed getting her wish to watch us suck cock the next time we did
it by maybe a minute. We were kneeling face to face, fondling each other
again. I couldn't believe how awesomely exciting it was to touch and pet
another boys cock. It was like in the last twelve hours I'd discovered the
reason I'd been put on earth was to service as many of those wonderful male
appendages as I could get to.

	Instinctively, I knew the best way to do that would be if I were a woman
instead of a man. At that point in my life, I had no idea what went on in
the gay community and how many opportunities there were for a man to suck
another man's cock if he knew where to look. Instead I saw it as yet another
affirmation that I would or should spend as much time as possible becoming a
sexy young lady named Jackie.

	I was startled out of my sexual reverie by the sound of Joanne's voice
saying, "Wake up lovebirds. Dad's up and wants to know if you guys want
breakfast."

	While I would have loved to tell her that these two lovebirds had already
gotten a worm, I remained quiet, as Todd and I continued to play with each
other's pricks. We didn't even stop when Joanne stuck her head in the tent.

	"Oh!" she said, startled by what we were doing. It was one thing to tease
us about it and another to see us actually doing it. She recovered quickly.
"I think that will have to wait. Unless you'd like me to tell dad you two
would rather eat each other?"

	"We might," I teased, jealous that it was Todd's cock that she was staring
at.

	Then she surprised us both when she reached in the tent. just far enough to
knock my hand away and hold Todd's prick in her hand. She didn't try to
stroke it or fondle it like I'd been doing. She was totally content just to
have her fingers wrapped around him and I was certain, from the flushed look
that came over her, that it was the first time she'd ever had her hands on
one. She was ready to learn about sex and it looked like Todd had been
chosen as the lucky guy to help her learn.

	Then, before anyone inside could get suspicious, she was gone, leaving Todd
and I to get back into our male clothing.

	Later that day, a cold front blew in a day earlier than we'd expected,
canceling our plans for another night in the tent. Todd wasn't nearly as
disappointed as I was by that. It was my intention to put an empty can in
front of the back door so that we'd have plenty of warning before anyone
could get out to the tent and we could do all the things of the night before
and that morning. I wanted as much of Todd's piss and cum as I could get.
But using the sleeping bags in my bedroom left us open to a surprise visit
from one of my folks and while the door did have a lock, using it would
raise a red flag in my parent's eyes.

	However, we did get to try our first golden showers in the tub and Todd got
a glimpse of Janice in bra and panties while she was getting ready for her
Saturday night date. Fortunately for him, we had another week of school
before the Christmas break and he'd be able to tell the other guys about
seeing the famous Janice Clayton in her underwear. I didn't care just as
long as he didn't mention seeing me in her underwear!

But since he'd done it too - and a lot more - I wasn't worried about that
happening.

	Christmas break gave us our next chance to try some of our newly found
perverted pleasures. The opportunity occurred so quickly that we weren't
able to prepare for it like we'd been planning, but we found an alternative
way to make it happen. I'd told Todd that I wanted to try dressing
completely as a girl the next time I sucked his dick. And we both wanted to
try wearing and wetting diapers together at the same time. We hoped to make
either or both occur before school resumed after the first of the year.

	We were at Todd's house watching a football game when his mom asked me if
Joanne was home. She explained she needed to do some last minute Christmas
shopping for Todd's dad and wanted Joanne to baby-sit if she could. I told
her Joanne had a cousin visiting but I'd call and ask and Todd's mom said
she'd gladly drop the baby off there if that was all right, but that she
really wanted to do the shopping while Todd's dad was still out of town.

	Joanne jumped at the chance to earn a few bucks and knowing I'd be alone
with Todd in their house for several hours was quick to tell me over the
phone, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

	Number one on my list was to see the books that Todd had told me his dad
had hidden in a box in his closet. Quite a few of them were titled, "Bi Sex
this" or "Bi-Sexual that" so I don't think Todd was as surprised by what he
saw when we peeked in on his parent's party as he had acted. As I thought
about it, I became pretty certain that Todd had steered the conversation,
the bet, and the clandestine visit knowing full well what we'd find when we
got there. I think he knew all along why his parent's wanted him out of the
house and what we'd find when we snuck back.

	In addition to the books, there were a number of DVD's and VHS tapes with
similar titles. I wanted to watch one but Todd told me he'd been forbidden
to use the player in the den after breaking the loading tray on the first
one his dad bought. So after the books got us properly aroused, I was ready
to try something new.

	Todd led me to his sister's room and we hit the jackpot. There were two wet
diapers in the diaper pail and two pair of plastic pants rinsed off and
hanging  in the bathroom. Todd grabbed the damp diapers, the plastic pants,
and a handful of diaper pins and we went to his room. Quickly we stripped
our young bodies and then Todd showed me how to expand the waist a little so
that we could pin on the diapers. They were cool at first but we both needed
to pee and we warmed those diapers up in a hurry.

	He'd been right as rain. Peeing in that diaper and feeling my whole crotch
get warm and wet was almost like I had a fire glowing down there. Reaching
in each other's diaper to play with a hard cock was even more exciting than
I'd thought. Knowing that cock was all wet and warm and slippery with piss
made me want to suck it more than I already did. In the week and a half
since the backyard campout, we'd become real piss freaks, getting a quick
taste of each other's pee when there wasn't time to do anything else. My
favorite had been the time at my house when we'd mingled our pee in an old
ice tea pitcher and then shared a glass. After Todd went home, I took the
pitcher in the bathroom and stood in the tub with my clothes on and poured
it over my head. If was filthy, depraved, and terribly exciting. I jacked
off twice.

	Todd wanted to hold me to my promise to dress like a girl the next time I
sucked him but I wasn't about to be put off until we could make that happen.
Lucky for me, he was as horny as I was. He's the one that hit on the
compromise.

	"What about dressing like a baby girl? My mom's stuff is as sexy as the
things your sisters wear. She's got some of those baby kind of nightgowns
and you could wear one over your diaper."

	Big girl - baby girl - it didn't matter to me. I could tell he wanted a
blowjob almost as much as I wanted to give him one and that's exactly what
we did. He got one of his mom's nighties and some lipstick and while it
wasn't what we'd planned to do, it was enough for the moment.

	There is no way I can describe how incredible it was that first time I
tasted Todd's cock when it was wet with his pee. It was so good that when I
realized the flavor was waning, I pulled his diaper back up and squeezed his
cock through the wet material to start all over. I repeated that three or
four times before he blasted off in my mouth and cum had never tasted so
good to me. In the years that would follow, as I became a real slut for
sucking cock, I'd develop an attitude that the best tasting load of cum
would be the next one I'd get. But at that moment in Todd's bedroom, I
didn't think the taste could ever be beaten. Todd wanted to try it too, but
he was too late. I'd been squeezing my cock while sucking his and had shot
off in the wet diaper - something else I'd repeat many times in the next few
years.

	I suppose I could go on to tell you how Todd and Joanne become sweethearts,
loosing their virginity to each other, dating all through school, and
eventually getting married a few years ago. While I was their best man and a
participant in their wedding night, by the time we were seniors in high
school, we weren't anywhere near as active together as we had been a few
years earlier. We still get together for a wet, wild weekend once or twice a
year and Joanne completely approves and has joined us a few times. She
prefers much prefers that her husband keep his bisexual urges in the family.
I'm sure not complaining.

	I've never fucked my sister - either of them - but if eating Joanne's pussy
and drinking her pee is incest, than so be it. I'm guilty. I think those
many oral orgasms I gave her were the least I could do for her help in the
development of Jacqui Sue. You see, Joanne was the one that spent hours and
hours with me, coaching me on feminine mannerisms, showing me how to get my
makeup perfect and how to style my hair so that I could turn a masculine
looking haircut into a sexy, feminine hairstyle with the help of a styling
brush and a handful of rollers. Those sessions were almost always followed
by Joanne sitting on my face.

	After high school, I moved to a much larger city a few hundred miles from
my hometown where I began working as a waitress and then a bartender, living
full time as a girl. That's where I met the woman I married.

	I know that may sound funny, but the club where I worked catered to the
GLBT crowd. Saundra was an infrequent visitor that had an occasional yen for
running that wicked tongue of hers up some sweet young snatch. She was well
aware that I wasn't really a woman, but tipped me handsomely when I'd steer
some new and inexperienced young lady her way. If those youthful ladies had
any doubts about whether they might enjoy a same sex experience, those
doubts evaporated by the time Saundra was done with them. I never noticed
when Saundra began spending more and more time at the bar on nights I was on
duty and always sat where we could talk as I worked.

	Then one day she asked me to go with her to a conference where I was to
pass myself off as her office assistant. Passing myself off as a woman was
much easier than passing myself off as an assistant in a real estate firm.
Everyone believed I was a woman, but it was obvious I knew nothing about
real estate.

	The biggest surprise of that trip was the sex. Since I'd started at the
club, I'd had a few opportunities to go to bed with women that went both
ways and wanted a one-time experience with a 'chick with a dick'. Those had
been pleasant and fulfilling diversions from my real love, sucking cock. But
Saundra was different.

	Somehow, we just clicked. Fucking with Saundra was perfect in every way. We
both loved to orally please members of our own sex and agreed to try living
together; bringing in an occasional prick or pussy to share. She convinced
me to get out of the bar business and join her realty firm full time, even
paying for my courses to get my license. That license, by the way, is in the
name of Jacqui Sue Clay. My name was legally changed the same day that I
moved into Saundra's home. And while her name is now legally Saundra Clay,
she still uses the name she built her business under, Saundra Smith. Most
people get the impression that we're lesbian lovers, married in a
non-binding, gay marriage. Only a few know I'm male and legally married to
her.

	And if you're wondering what it was that bonded us, it was my ability to
give her a pissy wet orgasm. She'd heard rumors that I was a piss freak, and
that male or female, I wanted the pee of anyone I went out with. Saundra had
been masturbating for years with a full bladder, giving herself the kind of
orgasm that I loved to give to women with my tongue. It was a technique I
learned with Joanne's help so I have her to thank for that too. So does
Saundra and she has on numerous occasions. Joanne swears that Saundra can
lick a woman's navel from the inside.

	I often wonder if any of this would have happened had we stayed in our old
house. My dad had been in favor of giving Joanne my room and building me a
bedroom in the basement. Would I have developed an interest in lingerie
without that hamper? Maybe not. Would I have developed a desire to suck cock
if I hadn't had Todd as an equally inquisitive friend? Maybe so - make that
probably so. As much as I love 'em, I'm sure I would have found one to suck
sooner or later. Would Joanne and I have bonded in a way most brothers and
sisters wouldn't dare? Most certainly not. Had we remained in that old
house, I'd probably be boring old Jack Clayton, working in my dad's business
selling paper products, married to a woman that let me have sex once a
month, and cheating on the side with other women and maybe a few men until
she caught me at it. Instead I became Jacqui Sue Clay.

	I'm so lucky we moved!


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