Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2003 16:26:00 +0100 (BST)
From: Emma Parkinson <emmaloveboat@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: My Sister and I - Bisexual/urination category

Ross called just as I was settling onto the toilet. Well the phone always
rings then doesn't it? Guaranteed. Allan answered, he's my husband by
the way, and he chatted with her until I got down, panties damp from
where I'd dribbled clinging to my depilated love lips.

Ross is my beloved elder sister, older by nearly two years, the person
who when we were younger and growing up that I always turned to in times
of need or crisis and who always solved my teenage problems. I loved her
dearly in the nicest sense of the phrase as even though I have harboured
deep sexual feelings for her I thought it prudent to keep them to myself.

I am bisexual you see and have had the same lover since we were 14 years
old. Her name is Sandy and she is married too, in fact her husband Tim
and my Allan play golf together regularly and leave us to our own devices
on many occasions.

Oh yes, they know of this arrangement because we told them one evening
years ago before either couple got married. We told them in no uncertain
terms that we were an item and that marriage was not going to break us
up. So there!

That caused a bit of consternation at the time but the boys soon realised
that their frequent business and mutual golf trips far away meant that we
were left at a loose end and they preferred that Sandy and I were making
love together rather than chasing after or being chased after by other
men. It all works out very well.

Well that's a bit of background and to complete it may I just describe
Ross, myself and Sandy to you even though Sandy doesn't really feature
in this story.

I am 25 as is Sandy and Ross is 27, but while Ross and I have jet black
hair my lover Sandy is about as blonde as they come. At 5'6 Sandy and I
are the same height, both being slim small breasted ladies with toned
bodies that we regularly work on in the gym.

By contrast Ross is slightly taller and has more rounded curves, though
having said that she is by no means overweight and is a sight for sore
eyes -- both men's and women's. A real head turner.

Back to the story and the reason for Ross's call. Her husband was
unexpectedly going away on business for a couple of days and she didn't
want to be left on her own. As it so happened Allan was making me a golf
widow again for the same two days so I was rather over the moon that I
would have my sister's company. Normally Sandy and I would have stayed
with each other but her husband wasn't golfing for a while due to a
badly sprained wrist so she was staying home with him.

Ross and I nattered on for a while and finally arranged that she would
come over straight from work the next afternoon which would give us the
whole weekend together. By that time Al would have left for the
tournament he was playing in to return sometime late on Sunday. I made a
mental note to pack these damp panties I was wearing in Al's case just
to remind him of the delights that awaited him on his return, and with a
last little dribble as I replaced the phone I took them off and wandered
back upstairs to pop them in his bag before I forgot.

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We exchanged sisterly hugs and kisses when she arrived on that dark, cold
and wet Friday tea time and decided that we would have a cosy evening by
the fire just chatting and sharing a bottle or two of wine, maybe
watching a video later on.

As we talked it became clear that all was not well in the Ross/Dan
marriage. For a start they had had no sex for several months due to the
stress of Dan's career which was affecting him badly. In short, he had
gone off it she said.

I thought that was so sad and couldn't imagine not having frequent sex
either with Al or Sandy as often as possible. Halfway down the first
bottle of wine I suggested that we get showered and put on our robes and
relax. Though Ross and I have never had problems with being naked in
front of each other (we are sisters after all) we showered separately
though I thought I noticed what seemed to be an admiring glance from my
dear sister and true to form I certainly looked her over and liked what I
saw. Slut that I am.

Slipping on a robe to cover my nakedness I went downstairs to find that
Ross had opened a second bottle of wine and was looking through our video
collection for something she hadn't already seen. She clicked the remote
as we huddled up on the settee, nestling together in the nicest sisterly
way. I forget what the film was about but soon realised that it was
something that Allan and I had taped over when after only a few minutes
into the plot the screen went blank and then restarted to show a man and
woman fucking wildly on a bed.

"My God!! Emma! That's you and Alan...you filmed yourself making
love?"

"Oh fuck," I thought and tried to wrestle the remote from my sis,
"we'd better watch something else I think Ross."

We often filmed our lovemaking to look at later, I mean lots of people do
that but some things are private and I didn't relish my sister knowing
what Al and I got up to, or what Sandy and I got up to either as I
suddenly remembered that there must be about 45 minutes of our lovemaking
on the same tape.

"Emm?" this from Ross.

"Oh Ross I'm so sorry. I didn't realise which tape you had started,"
back from me all embarrassed.

"I was going to ask...could we watch it please? It's been so long for
me you see that I've nearly forgotten what sex is all about."

She wanted to watch me fucking! Omigod, but the shine in her eyes made me
feel so sorry for her that I could do nothing but agree.

"It's rather explicit," I explained, "and you might be shocked dear
sis."

"Oh Emm I don't think anything you could do would shock me, you are my
sister after all."

What the poor dear girl didn't realise was that her dear sister was as
big a slut as ever walked the earth but before I could argue further she
had restarted the tape. There was nothing I could do but cuddle up to her
once more and let things take their course.

In vivid detail the film showed Al and I fucking in position after
different position, nothing was left to the imagination of the viewer. My
cunt was exposed more often than not and one clip showed me holding it
open for the camera and laughing fit to burst. Oh how embarrassed I was
just then.

Soon after we were lying on the bed and it was clear that we were both
about to cum, the moans from me and the heavy breathing from Al filling
Ross' senses and my own as we watched. Dear God! I never realised how
much noise I make when I cum.

The figures on film went silent and were unmoving for a while and then I
saw myself rise up off Al and kneel a few inches above his face, all the
time looking at the camera and smiling like a whore.

A gasp from my sister Ross as a jet of liquid spurted from my cunt and
splashed onto Al's face and into his waiting mouth.

"My God Emm!!" she shouted, "you're pissing on his face! How could
you!!"

"I wasn't pissing on Al," I replied, "that was his piss that you saw.
I like him to pee inside me after he has gone limp. It's very erotic you
know, and there was a waterproof cover on the bed !"

My sister's eyes were glued to the screen as the film carried on showing
Al now licking the remaining piss from my cunty lips and swallowing with
evident enjoyment.

At that point I sensed rather than saw Ross slide a hand into her robe
and felt the rhythmic movements as she began to masturbate herself still
watching the screen which has now been set up in the bathroom to capture
the sexual antics of Sandy and myself which we had filmed just a few
weeks before.

What made me do it I shall never know but right there and then I decided
that if my sis was enjoying watching me having sex on screen so much then
she probably wouldn't be averse to actually doing it with me, especially
as she had already admitted that she had done without it for months on
end.

I slid down onto the lounge carpet and knelt before her, opened her robe
and saw her fingers at work, saw the glistening wetness which had already
formed on her bushy jet black pubic hairs. It was now or never.

"Let me do that for you darling," I whispered but I doubt she heard a
word I said as she busily slid fingers in and out of her cunt and rubbed
her clit with ever increasing force.

I licked her fingers and she trembled as my tongue touched the velvety
wetness which was the inside of her pussy walls. Her other hand now slid
down and between them they held her opening wide for my inspection and
the forthcoming insertion of my hungry mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Emm!!!!!!!!!!! We shouldn't be doing...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
as she bucked and writhed as that greedy tongue took over her whole being
and transported her to heaven on the rollercoaster of a gigantic and well
overdue orgasm.

Her wetness had spread to her thighs and my face was awash with my
sister's slippery sexual secretions. She tasted as she looked.
Fantastic.

Ross was crying now, probably wracked with guilt at our initiation into
taboo sex and I rose to kiss her, sat on her belly and kissed her, face
still wet from my recent adventures further south. She returned the kiss
and tasted her own cum, her own juices for the first time ever and
obviously liked what she found as she licked and lapped them from me in a
frenzy.

Something triggered a thought in my mind at that point and I wondered
fleetingly if my sister was as big a slut as myself deep down. Her orgasm
over she was still licking my face but her eyes had returned to the
screen which was now showing in graphic detail two women performing in
the shower. Sandy and me of course. |Oh fuck, now just what would she
make of this?

I was kneeling beneath my lover and was totally absorbed in licking her
hairless slit while she with arched back and eyes firmly shut was about
to cum in my face. The camera doesn't lie and there before us was the
proof on film that Sandy was pissing on my face as her orgasm engulfed
her. It showed me, the toilet slut beneath licking furiously at that
beautiful cunt and relishing the bodily fluids which were streaming from
it.

I relived that scene in my mind just then because I and only I knew just
how I had felt when Sandy had pissed on my face and body. I began to
masturbate myself at the recollection of it and vaguely became aware of
being laid down on the carpet with someone gently removing my fingers and
replacing them with a tongue.

Coming back to the real world I then realised that the tongue belonged to
my beloved sister and for someone who I previously believed to be hetero
she was making a superb job of it, bringing me to the brink in no time at
all and then over the edge and into the supremely satisfying world of
stars and flashing lights that was my orgasm as I mashed my wetness into
her willing face.

We both lay there exhausted for some minutes before she moved up my body
and began kissing me. Now it was my turn to lick my juices from her
lovely face, taste again my cum like I had so often done before with my
lover Sandy.

"I never knew my little sister was into pee sex," whispered Ross in my
ear after a while.

"It's something that we started when we were young," I explained, "a
fetish I suppose, but one that we both enjoy. Tim and Allan love it
too," I added for good measure, not wanting her to believe that her
sister was the only slut on the planet.

We were lying skin to skin under our robes which because of the
circumstances and haste neither of us had yet removed although they were
both undone at the belt. There we lay face to face, breast to breast,
thigh to thigh, our bellies touching and our pussies kissing sweetly when
we moved. Her body felt like molten gold on my skin as we kissed and I
explained in detail how it felt to have a loved on pee on you and how in
return that loved one appreciated it done to her or him. I explained the
sheer bliss that came from an orgasm while sat on the bidet or the toilet
bowl facing the wall while the partner masturbated her from behind,
inserting a wet finger into the anus just at the point of cumming.

She was breathing faster now and I could tell she was becoming aroused
and I was pleasantly surprised when she whispered,

"Emm, I want to cum like that. Can you do it for me just the way you
described it then? Anyway," she added, "I need to pee really badly.
Please do it for me darling."

I needed to go as well with all the wine that had been drunk and so hand
in hand we made for the bathroom where I sat her on the bidet facing the
wall.

"I'm bursting," she said, clutching her lower belly, "and I need to
cum pretty soon too."

Even though this vision before me was my darling sister I didn't need
asking twice and stood behind her while the fingers of my right hand
played just inside her lower lips gathering wetness, teasing until they
rose to swamp her clit and engulf it between finger and thumb.

My other hand delved behind her and its fingers were also gathering their
own wetness for a later purpose. She rode my fingers and it was obvious
that not just them but the anticipation of what was to come was bringing
her to orgasm far faster than would normally be the case.

Judging the moment is all important but by now I could judge the onset of
a female orgasm to a millisecond and just as she was about to erupt I
inserted a wet finger deep into her bum hole. This made her gasp and
writhe even more but the effect was immediate as my other hand did its
work and finger fucked her into oblivion.

I had already told her to let the flow go as soon as the orgasm started
to get maximum benefit from the release and the mind blowing effect of
the two things coming together, the orgasm and her bladder bursting its
banks at the same time.

Dirty pee slut that I am. I had the fingers of my left hand deep inside
her now, her hot piss washing my hand as it jetted from her in a
seemingly unending flow, splashing goldenly into the white porcelain of
the bidet.

My sister was in heaven and I was not far behind, knowing now that I had
helped her overcome two taboos in one evening, the sex between herself
and me and the getting her to enjoy the feeling of piss and sex together.
It was all becoming too much to bear and I was unconsciously fingering
myself with the hand that had only moments before been fucking my
sister's own tasty cunt.

She noticed me doing this and smiled.

"Emm," she said, "Emma."

My mind had wandered and I heard her the second time.

"Emm, in the film..." she left the sentence unfinished and looked
embarrassed. "Emm in the video you were licking Sandy's pussy...then
she peed on you, right?"

I nodded, still fingering.

"Can we do that?" she asked.

"But you just peed," I said, not quite understanding.

"I know that silly!," she replied, " but you seemed to be enjoying it
so much I just wondered if I could do to you what you were doing to
Sandy."

I caught on then! I had never supposed that my very own sister would even
think of having me pee on her gorgeous body, but if that's what she
wanted..."

She ran water into the bidet to flush it and the sound of it made me want
to pee more and more. I was near to bursting and near to cumming as I
grabbed her hand and we entered the shower.

She quickly got into position and knelt under me.

"God you're so wet Emm," was all she said as that tongue of hers
quickly took over. A finger entered my bum from below and that was all it
took to bring on an earth shattering explosion deep inside my body and I
came into her face, the wetness splattering into her hair. Then I began
to pee.

It was naughty I suppose, but for a moment I thought she might pull away
at that point so I grasped her hair with both hands and forced that
lovely face deeper into my cunt. I wanted her to fully experience the
effects that she had brought about in my body, but there was no
resistance at all, in fact rather the opposite.

I glanced down and saw her finger fucking herself again. My God! She
really was turning into a pee slut like me!

She was covered with my piss and it steamed on her body as if she were in
a Turkish bath. She told me later that when my golden stream entered her
cunt and hit her clit it was the most exciting sexual thing that had ever
happened to her, hence the fingers at work again so soon after she had
last cum.

We had to talk. Slut that I am and even though I had sexual feelings for
my sister until that evening which had hitherto been repressed I still
felt guilty about what had just happened even though it had seemed a
purely natural thing to do on my part with no resistance from my sis,
rather the opposite in fact.

We showered and put our robes back on. I opened another bottle of wine
and took that damning video out of the player.

"How many like that have you made?" asked Ross.

"Thee, no four," I replied, "it really turned you on didn't it Ross?
But we need to talk about us."

I already have a husband as you know and I already have a long term lady
lover, that you also know and now my life had become complicated in the
extreme with what had just happened between my sister and I.

"That was just the best sex I ever had," exclaimed Ross as she lovingly
stroked my newly washed and piss free hair, "and we have two whole days
more yet haven't we?"

We had indeed.

"Emm?" she asked.

I looked at her through my glass.

"Emm, about us"

I waited and wondered what was about to unfold.

"Emm, I suppose what we just did was wrong?" more a question to me than
a statement of fact. Did she need reassurance that it was wrong. Of
course it was fucking wrong! Or was it?

"I loved it Emm," said Ross, my beautiful elder sister.

"It was magical," I replied, "I loved it too Ross," and knew there
and then I could never give her up. The main concern was what Al and more
importantly what Sandy would think. I would never do anything to endanger
the love we had for each other, not for anything in the whole wide world.
But I still wanted Ross.

I explained my predicament as best I could and Ross agreed that we would
have to be careful and that nobody else should become aware of our new
found love in case they told the world and we would be shunned by the
everyone and looked upon as perverts.

We went to bed then and exhausted as I was I was unable to sleep.
Thoughts of what Ross and I had done came flooding back and making me
horny again. The answer was simply I thought and I reached into the
bedside drawer to find the strapon that still bore faint traces of my
lover's scent. Sandy would not like me using this on anyone else but her
and especially not my sister but my passions rekindled anew as I gently
entered Ross by the front door and fucked her dreamily until we both fell
asleep with the fake cock still inside her.

We awoke next morning, our bodies still touching and one of my sister's
hands clutching the "cock" that was still attached to me. Ross undid
the straps and attached it to herself and finger fucking me first to get
me wet she then entered me and took the role of my man.

I love to fuck gently at first light but normally I will go to the toilet
first as I tend to leak with the accumulation of overnight pee and much
as I enjoy pee sex I do not like a wet bed which has no waterproof cover.
I mentioned this to Ross and we shuffled into the en suite we have where
she took complete control and told me to get in the bath on all fours.
Somehow we achieved this with her still inside me and with my bum in the
air she fucked me from the rear.

We then turned around and sat face to face with me sitting on her lap,
the dildo still deep inside and beginning to cause some discomfort to my
overfull bladder.

"I have to go Ross," I moaned, "I really have to go darling," and she
told me to go, go now and piss all I had, so I did just that and it
drenched her as I rose to a standing position and peed on her breasts,
stepped over her and peed down the back of her neck and into her hair. My
slutty sister gurgled with delight and pulled me down to her level again,
made me lie in my own piss in the bath. Lovely warm and golden pee which
was as fresh as the morning dew seemed to emerge in an unending stream to
float steaming in the bath.

We always keep the bath plug in as I have a horror of spiders gaining
entrance from there but was surprised how deep the pee was considering
that only I had contributed to its being there.

Ross removed the strapon and knelt over my upturned face, her fingers
playing lazily with her clit. I knew from the glint in her eye what she
was about to do and closed my eyes to receive it.

Without further warning there was a swishing sound as her pee left her
vagina and a nanosecond later it splashed forcefully onto my face and
into that slutty wide open mouth of mine. She pissed in my hair as I had
done to hers and lowered her steaming cunt onto my upturned open mouth,
forcing her first piss of the day down my throat. The overspill, and
there was a lot of it, ran down my neck and breasts to mingle warmly with
my own from a short time before. It was deeper now but could never be too
deep for me.

Ross dribbled her last and came down in the bath with me to lie side by
side but not face to face as she had purposely put us in the sideways 69
position and was already lapping at my sodden cunt. We both raised a knee
to afford the other better access and I returned the compliment to her
cunt by licking and sucking the soaking mound that was her pubic hair.

Needless to say, we brought each other to our peaks at about the same
time, thrashing about in the golden fluid our bodies had recently
deposited there. My sister was rapidly becoming a pee slut like me,
no...she was a pee slut like me but it had taken all this time for either
of us to realise it.

I loved her all the more for it and wondered idly how she and Sandy would
get on. If I could have them both separately then why not both together?

What a tantalising thought...........

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Some of this story is true and some is fiction but you the reader will
have to decide which is which. If you have any constructive comments
whether they be good or bad I would be delighted to hear from you with a
view to improving my writing skills.

Emma

emmaloveboat@yahoo.co.uk