Michael Smith - Siblings

Perhaps some of this started because, as I've said, Alex and I enjoyed sharing a hot shower. Hot water, steam, soap, shampoo, and two slippery bodies in a relatively confined space can be a very big turn-on, as we had discovered at an early age.

Occasionally, the sight of running water would have its effect on me when I closed the shower door, and instead of getting out again, wet, to use the toilet, I would simply piss down the shower drain. Alex began to do the same thing, squatting over the drain. Then she learned to do it standing up – bending her knees, jutting out her crotch, and holding her labia open while raising her aim by pushing upward at the base of her clit.

On another evening, she came into the bathroom in her tee-shirt and panties while I was on the toilet preparing to take a shit. She quickly dropped her pants, pushed my knees apart, and sat on my lap facing me, a leg on each side. Then she leaned backward, pulled me forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and stuck her long tongue in my mouth while her urine hissed between my thighs into the bowl below. She had decided it wasn't the act of urination she found sexy, but performing in front of someone else. It was crude, and that was erotic sometimes.

Boys and men are used to lining up at urinals in public rest rooms and exposing their genitals, even though social custom prohibits eye contact, much less staring. But women's rest rooms come equipped with private stalls. The same is generally true of most school locker rooms and showers. I had even witnessed a jerk-off "duel" between two well-endowed jocks.

On Alex's report, the girls in the locker room at school were usually pretty modest – or nervous, or embarrassed – about their bodies. They didn't often stroll around naked… with a few outstanding exceptions who flaunted their assets (puns intended).

From the beginning of puberty, Alex was unusually casual about nudity, at least in my presence. She knew I found her extremely desirable – I made no secret of it – and she never even considered the possibility that she could be raped by her brother. In that she was fortunate, because I never considered it either. I could and would seduce her, but I could never force her beyond her current limit. Physically, I probably could have, though my sister was no weakling – but psychologically, it was never a possibility.

When it came to water sports,… well, I doubt I would ever have suggested it myself, but as it turned out, I was willing to play along. The fact that she seduced me in this case made the experience more erotic for both of us. And she knew what she wanted.

About a week after our second encounter at the toilet, she came in hot and sweaty from mowing the lawn. I had spent the afternoon laboring over a term paper (and I've always loathed yard work). I was drinking glass after glass of iced tea, and my bladder was filling up rapidly, but I kept putting off a needed break to go to the bathroom. The thoughts and the words were flowing, I was on a creative roll, and I didn't want to break my train of thought for even the two or three minutes a bathroom break would require. Alex puffed into the room just as I finished a page and paused to drain another glass of tea.

My sister has always had a special talent for sizing up a person, a problem, or a situation almost instantly. She knew where I was headed the moment I finally stood up from the typewriter. I turned toward the door but Alex, shoes and socks already off, was on me in an instant -literally. She clasped her fingers behind my head and kissed me, hard. I tasted the salt sweat on her lips and I felt her soaked shirt pressing her sweat through my own tee shirt. She stuck her tongue in my ear – always a guaranteed turn-on for me – and whispered, "No, don't go to the bathroom! I need a shower, and I need you full of piss!"

She quickly unsnapped my cutoffs and pushed them to the floor before I registered what she was saying. She gripped my still limp cock like a pump handle and squeezed it hard enough to make me aware of it. I trusted my sister not to injure me, but I had no idea what was happening. With her other hand she almost frantically pushed her running shorts and panties to the floor, stepped out of them, and then moved even closer to me.

My cock was beginning to throb again as she stood on tiptoe and thrust it between her legs – not into her cunt, but across it, clasped between her steaming thighs so that the tip of my penis poked out behind, below her ass. Her thigh muscles flexed and the sensation turned my cock into a pulsating, quivering column of lust. She put her arms around my waist, pressing her groin more tightly against mine, and leaned back a little so she could look directly into my eyes.

She was aroused, as well, and her voice came out husky and demanding. "Come with me, you goddam, beautiful, sister-fucker! I want you! Now!"

She stepped up on the tops of my feet and tried to grip the front of my ankles with her toes, like thong sandals. I reached down over her hips and her extra elevation allowed me to grip her ass cheeks in both hands without bending over. I could barely reach the tip of my penis with one hand, behind her, but I took hold of the glans and pulled it up more snugly against her hot, damp cunt.

Then we carefully made our way out the bedroom door and down the hall the few yards to the bathroom in that peculiar but exciting position, both of us naked below the waist, clamped together by her thigh-grip on my penis.

When we arrived, we pulled off each other's shirts and Alex ripped off her sports bra. She opened her thighs then, but immediately grasped my cock tightly in her strong, slender hand and tugged me toward the shower, eyes dilated with open lust. Being led around by your cock by a beautiful, sexually aroused teenage girl is one of those experiences that burns into your memory for life.

But there was another internal pressure competing with my gonads. I had drunk a lot of iced tea and when Alex turned on the shower it reminded me immediately that I really had to take a piss. I was beginning to develop a cramp in my groin, but when I protested to Alex she said "Not yet!" and squeezed a little harder, drawing me closer and rubbing the tip of my cock against her flat stomach.

In a few seconds, when the water had gotten hot and the steam was raising new sweat on both of us, she angled the shower head away and knelt in front of me. She sat back on her heels, spread her thighs, and arched her back – her most provocative pose, and she knew I loved it.

"Michael, I want you to pee on me. Piss all over me, head to foot! I want to feel it running down my tits, I want you to splash it on my back and my ass! Go slow, don't just squirt it all at once. I'm getting even hornier just talking about it!"

I had read enough by now to suspect that water sports were a kind of erotic punishment game, like bondage. Well, this wasn't going to hurt anyone and if Alex was going through a weird stage – weird even for us -I could accommodate her. "Better close your eyes," I suggested.

She squeezed her eyes shut, closed her lips tightly, and tilted her head far back. I let go with a bright yellow stream that hit the center of her breast bone; it splashed all over her torso, running down her breasts and trickling off her rigid nipples. She gasped at the first warm shock and then began rubbing the urine over her body, under her arms, down her thighs. I controlled the stream as best I could, to make the experience last as long as possible. She inhaled the acrid aroma and whimpered huskily in her throat. She was obviously enjoying this. God help me, I was enjoying it, too – and what did that say about my own psychological state?

I circled slowly around her, holding my penis squeezed shut to regulate the flow. I drew a piss line down her spine, neck to ass, and she shivered as it flowed down between her cheeks. "In my hair,… my face…," she murmured.