One summer our parents decided to take the family on an "off the grid" vacation. No TV. No internet. No portable consoles.
No phones!
"You guys never spend any quality time together these days," they told my sister and me. "And when you do see each other all you seem to do is fight. This vacation is a chance for the two of you to reconnect, start over and forge a new relationship."
So off we all went to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, where there was nothing to do but stare at trees and count down the days, hours, minutes, & seconds until we could get back home to civilization. Oh, and there were only two bedrooms, so Cadie & I had to share a bed like we were kids!! Oh yeah, we both gave them hell for that!
As you might expect, the first couple of days & nights were an absolute disaster. Cadie and I fought more than ever, & I think our parents were seriously considering just giving in and taking us all back home.
But then, on the third night, when the olds had gone off in search of a bar and some quiet, Cadie suddenly turned to me...
"Hey," she said, grinning mischievously. "You wanna play Truth or Dare?"
My first instinct was to roll my eyes and tell her to act her age. Cadie was younger than me by two years, but we were both technically adults, & games like Truth or Dare were for kids. And besides, Cadie had always been a total bitch to me, stealing my clothes, getting me in trouble for stunts she'd pulled, spreading rumours about me all over town... stuff like that. So I couldn't see why she would want to play nice all of a sudden.
"C'mon," she insisted. "They've already got us sharing a bed, & it's not like we've got anything better to do. Besides, it might even be fun. So...?"
"Yeah, okay," I agreed, a little hesitantly. My natural inclination to distrust my sister flashed hot in my mind, but she was right: it wasn't as if we had anything else to do, & maybe sharing a laugh together was exactly what we both needed to get over our long-running hostilities.
"But on one condition," I warned her. "What happens in the game stays in the game - our secret forever."
"Swear it," I told her.
"I swear," Cadie replied, with her hand pressed to her heart. "It'll be our secret."
We quickly set up a table of "dare" forfeits. In truth there wasn't a whole heap to choose from in the cupboards of our little cabin but when I returned to the bedroom after raiding the kitchen, I found Cadie had produced a nearly-full bottle of vodka from some hidden personal stash.
"Okay, so it's a drinking game," I thought. "Probably should've expected as much from Cadie the wild child."
But I didn't say anything. I knew it would only result in my being called a wimp or a square, & it did seem more fitting somehow than the meagre assortment of condiments & bowl of ice-cubes I'd managed to forage.
And... yeah. I guess the next part should've been obvious. By the third round, the ice-cubes had melted, & the whole "eat a spoonful of mustard" just didn't have the giggle-factor it had possessed when we were so much younger. So the game quickly degenerated into "truth or drink", with Cadie opting to drink casually between her obligatory shots.
I, on the other hand, had no such tolerance for hard liquor, & my head was starting to spin. But it was nice, y'know, playing & laughing together like when we'd been much younger.
"Your turn," I told Cadie. "Truth or dare?"
"What's the question?" she asked, giggling & letting her head flop to one side drunkenly.
I shrugged. "Just tell me something true, I guess. Something I don't already know."
"Okay," Cadie snorted. She looked thoughtful for a few moments, & then an evil gleam came into her eyes.
"I bet you don't know this," she said, her voice suddenly flat & serious. Then she hit me with it... her Truth: "I've always wanted to pee in your mouth."
"Wait... What?!" I couldn't believe my ears. "You want to... to pee in my mouth?"
"Sure," Cadie shrugged. "Whenever we argue, which is basically all the time (right?), I get like a flash of you down on your knees, & I make your mouth my personal toilet. Honestly, it's been that way for as long as I can remember."
I let out a strangled laugh. Maybe it's because I was drunk, or the fact that this mad bombshell revelation came under the disarming umbrella of the game, or maybe it was Cadie's complete nonchalance about it, but somehow I wasn't totally horrified, the way I rationally knew I ought to be. More than anything I felt... sort of curious actually. I wanted to know more about these "flashes" Cadie was apparently having. I mean, they were about me, after all.
"So what," I asked. "I just... let you do it?"
"Every time," Cadie snorted, winked, & downed another shot. "I mean," she rasped over the alcohol burn, "it's my fantasy, right? So yeah, you're very compliant. I fill your mouth up with my pee, & you swallow it down. Simple."
"Wait!" I cried. "I swallow your pee? Ew!"
"You don't think it's 'ew!' the way I picture it," she chuckled. "In my fantasy you can't get enough of it. You're a very thirsty girl."
The way Cadie was looking at me started to make me feel decidedly uncomfortable. "Okay," I said, screwing up my face & raising a hand. "Okay stop. That's enough!"
"All right," Cadie said, still looking at me with a strange sort of intensity. "I reckon that's my turn done then. So... truth or dare?"
I hadn't quite recovered from the shock of Cadie's strange confession, & shook my head to dislodge the stubborn mental images.
"Hey, hurry up," Cadie whined playfully. "I gotta go pee."
Perhaps it was a coincidence, or maybe she'd timed it deliberately. Either way, on the back of her confession, those last words lodged in the air between us in a way that was impossible to ignore.
"I've always wanted to pee in your mouth," she'd said. Now she needed to pee, & it was just the two of us together in the cabin. Drunk. Alone. Had it been just a statement, or a veiled suggestion? The truth is, I really couldn't tell.
I became suddenly aware of my heart racing in my ribcage, & (to my horror & surprise) my nipples hardening beneath the light fabric of my expensive nightclothes.
Whether Cadie had meant to ask it or not, the unspoken question might as well have been written in great big flashing neon letters:
"CAN I PEE IN YOUR MOUTH?"
The awkward, pregnant silence that followed was a hundred miles wide & weighed ten-thousand tons. And with every second that passed I found myself asking: "Why haven't I just told her 'No way!' already?" But for some reason I couldn't seem to make myself say those two simple words, until eventually it fell to Cadie to break the stalemate.
"Choose dare," she said quietly, but with a weight that somehow managed to imply everything we were both deliberately not saying. "Choose dare."
A voice inside my head was screaming at me to quit playing this stupid game, to be outraged, to get up & storm off, to go anywhere that Cadie wasn't, & to sober up.
"Why are you still here?" it cried out, full of astonishment and fury. "If you don't leave right now, you know what that looks like, don't you? It looks like you're thinking about doing it - which can't be true, because it's perverted & disgusting & totally degrading! It's her freakin' pee for chrissakes! And, did you forget? This is Cadie! Cadie!! Not only is she your sister, but she's the nastiest, most spiteful little bitch you've ever met, remember? She's made your life a living hell for years, & if you do this you won't ever be able to take it back. She'll always have this over you. And... And... And..."
"Okay..." I whispered hoarsely. I felt suddenly cold in spite of the warmth of the room. "Dare. I choose dare."
From that moment on, everything felt as if it was happening in a crazy dream. I'd made up my mind... sort of. I was going to play the game. Why? I told myself it was because I wanted to know whether Cadie was bluffing or not. Sure, I'd play along until she backed down, exposing her lie for what it was. And if she didn't back down? Then I'd know she had been telling the truth about what she wanted to do to me. I'd know that she really was a twisted pervert, & at that point I'd pull the plug & end the game myself.
Yep. That's what I told myself. But the truth was that Cadie's confession had pricked something within me; and a great, primal hunger I'd never known before had lifted its head & opened an eye. "Let's see where this leads," it seemed to say, its deep voice rumbling up from my hips & vibrating all through my body.
So when Cadie (half smirking, half frowning in her attempt to gauge the authenticity of my compliance) told me to get down on the floor, I did as she said without so much as a murmur of defiance.
"Good," she said, her eyes shining with a feverish excitement as I sat down on the bare wooden floorboards in front of her.
Standing over me then, Cadie thumbed the waistband of her night shorts hesitantly, a shadow of uncertainty passing over her face, just for an instant. Then it was gone, & she slipped the shorts down over her hips & let them fall.
I gasped, & let out an incredulous, tipsy laugh. I mean, it was the first time I'd seen Cadie's vagina since our mother used to bathe us together as kids. Somewhere along the line she'd blossomed into a disgustingly attractive young woman without me noticing.
"You're serious, aren't you?" I asked in an awed half-whisper, suddenly feeling very, very sober. "If I stay here now, you'll..."
"I told you," Cadie cut in. "I've wanted this for longer than I can remember."
"Holy fuck," I thought. "This is really happening! My bratty little sister is getting ready to relieve herself into my mouth for real, & I'm not doing anything to stop her!"
"That's fine," the Primal Hunger growled in a voice like a lion's purr. "Don't stop her yet. This is just getting interesting."
"Now hold still," Cadie said, moving forward to position herself over me, so that her pussy hung only a few inches above my lips; so close that I could smell her body's most intimate odours. Then she knit her brows & her face became a portrait of intense concentration.
I waited (waited!), looking up at Cadie, trying to read in her features some sign of when her stream was about to begin & wondering why I still hadn't brought an end to this charade. It was only really then that I realized with a queer sort of a electric thrill: "I'm not going to pull the plug. I'm not going to stop Cadie. In fact, yes, I want this just as much as she does. I want to know what her urine tastes like, & I want to know how it feels to be used as her toilet."
"Okay, open your mouth," Cadie said. "Quickly! It's coming."
I leaned my head back & opened my mouth wide, ready.
It started with just one drop.
Someone had set the world to run in slow motion, & I watched as this one single golden droplet formed on Cadie's glistening pussy lips. It hung there for what seemed an eternity before detaching itself to fall, quivering & shimmering through the air. Okay, I know how this sounds, but it was really kind of... well, beautiful in its own way. Sort of perfect.
Then it was inside my mouth. I felt it impact on my tongue, & tasted a sudden rush of an obscure, intoxicating sourness. I remember thinking, "Oh, so this is what pee tastes like," with a curious detachment, & then, without meaning to, I let out a happy, perverted little groan, which in turn became a laugh of utter disbelief.
This was actually happening! I was really doing it!
I was letting Cadie pee in my mouth!!
Then Cadie started up for real, & a sputtering stream of warm, golden urine erupted from her urethra. The first of it sprayed over my chin, running down my neck and into my cleavage. Cadie corrected quickly. With an adjustment of her fingers she pulled the stream upward & directed it into my mouth.
"Oh... Oh fuck!" she gasped breathlessly, her pale blue eyes wide & bright with a cruel euphoria as she gawped down at me. "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god."
I couldn't believe it either, but somehow she'd done it: gotten me there, nestled between her parted thighs with her warm, sour urine steadily filling up my mouth.
After a few seconds, Cadie stifled her flow. She stood looking down at me, my mouth open & filled to the brim with her pee.
I had no doubt what was coming next. I knew what my sister wanted from me. Even so I waited for her to ask for it. To command it.
"Swallow it," she said flatly, looking me square in the eye. "I want you to swallow it."
By now my heart was pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. "If I do that..." I thought, "If I take her urine into my body, I'll never be able to take it back. I'll have let Cadie make me her toilet for real."
The thought provoked a fresh surge of that deep, primal hunger, & a wave of perverted arousal washed over me. I didn't know why, but (my god!) my body was positively thrumming with desire to be completely degraded by Cadie... not in spite of who she was, her cruelty, her pettiness, her endless contempt for me, but in some sense precisely because of it.
And there was, I knew, only one way I could satisfy that desire.
Not looking away for an instant, I closed my lips around the golden puddle that my sister had poured into me; a pool of waste waters expelled from inside her own body...
And swallowed.
Cadie gasped gleefully, and her eyes shone with a fierce, triumphant light.
She'd done it. She'd got her fantasy wish.
"Good girl," Cadie crowed, mockingly, her features arranging themselves into a mocking sneer. We both knew the meaning of what had just happened between us. How could we not? I had submitted to her. Not just in that one perverted act, the climax of a stupid & petty game, but in some much more profound sense.
It's hard to explain, but in some way the authority that was naturally mine as the elder sister had gone. I felt it go. I had surrendered that position of sisterly primacy to Cadie in the act of swallowing her urine.
"Well?" she demanded. "Open up."
I obeyed without hesitation & let Cadie fill me up a second time, & a third. Each time she stifled her flow when my mouth began to fill, allowing me time to swallow.
All trace of my sister's former uncertainty & disbelief had vanished. The burning elation remained in her eyes, but tempered now by a cool, contemptuous self-assurance.
"Yes! Take it, you fucking bitch," she crowed as I swallowed her fourth load & came straight back up for more. "Drink all my fucking pee. Show me how badly you want it."
Cadie hadn't been lying when she'd said she needed to go, & she managed to fill my mouth several more times before her reserves finally ran dry. And I won't deny that a part of me felt a pang of disappointment when they did.
Afterwards, I sat breathing heavily & letting the last lingering drops fall from Cadie's pussy onto my tongue. My mind was playing over the fact that I had a bellyful of Cadie's urine sloshing around inside my body, & was trying to work out how it should feel about this strange fact that had seemed beyond unthinkable only fifteen minutes before.
"You know what this means, don't you?" Cadie sneered down at me. But before she could deliver the punchline, the sound of the cabin's front door banging shut & voices in the next room cut her off dead.
Our parents were back.
We both froze like rabbits caught in the headlights of a fast-moving automobile. The dreamlike quality of the evening burst & reality reasserted itself with all the subtlety of a slap to the face. How much time had passed since we'd started playing our game? Evidently a lot.
Mom's voice drifted to us through the wall from the next room:
"Well the light's still on. I'll just go check in."
The sound of footsteps fast approaching the lock-less bedroom door, drew a panicked squeak from Cadie. Quickly, she grabbed up her shorts before diving onto the bed & pulling the covers up to hide her naked lower half.
As for me, I threw myself into one of the chairs beside the fire, hoping the pee-damped patches on my nightshirt wouldn't be too obvious from the doorway. Then, as the door began to open, I grabbed a book up off the floor beside my chair & pretended to be reading it. It's exactly the sort of thing Mom would have expected me, the "good girl" elder daughter, to be doing. Not playing silly, alcohol-fuelled games. And certainly not drinking her sister's urine.
"You girls okay?" Mom asked from the doorway, a tone of world-weary suspicion edging her voice. Then she added, probably without intending to: "No big fights, or anything?"
"No, Mom," Cadie replied with sickly sweetness from the bed. She'd always been able to turn on the innocent act at the drop of a hat. She stretched & yawned a little too theatrically, & said, "I was just about to grab an early night."
Mom turned to me, seeking confirmation out of long-trained habit. "Laurie?"
"Uh... No," I stammered, guiltily. I'd never shared Cadie's gift for deception. "Nothing. We're all good. Better than good. We're absolutely fine."
Mom didn't believe us. I could tell by the look on her face, & the way her eyes narrowed at the bottle of vodka & condiments on the fireside table. But I guess she knew better than to provoke trouble where there wasn't any.
"Okay then," she said. "So long as you're both 'absolutely fine'. Goodnight girls. Sleep tight."
She pulled the door closed & her footsteps receded back the way they'd come. Both Cadie & I heaved massive sighs of relief. That had been a close call. Way, way too close.
I used the little en-suite to clean up, brush my teeth, evacuate my own pee into the toilet, then I went back to the room & got into the bed beside Cadie. She was waiting for me, her face wearing a derisive smirk. But she didn't say anything until I turned out the light, then she shuffled close.
"You liked it, didn't you?" she asked, her voice hard and mocking on the surface, but also, it seemed to my ear, kind of eager too. Hopeful even.
"It was just a game," I replied, using my big-sister voice, trying to avoid answering the question. But my words sounded weak & evasive even to me.
Cadie just snorted.
"Nuh-uh. No way! Nobody does that if they don't already want to. Not for a dare. Not for a million dollars even. Not for any reason whatsoever."
I said nothing. I knew Cadie was right. I'd wanted it. That's why I'd gone along with it. I'd wanted it without even knowing I did.
"Admit it," Cadie pressed. "Admit that you loved drinking my pee. I already know you did, but I want to hear you say it."
"Forget it," I told her, trying to sound like I was still the authority between us somehow. "I got wasted on vodka & carried away with the stupid game. That's all there is to it, & we're never doing that again. Not ever."
Behind me, Cadie just chuckled, then let out a long, melodramatic sigh.
"That's a shame," she whispered softly into my ear. "Just when we were starting to get along. I'll tell you what, why don't you sleep on it, & if you still feel the same way tomorrow - fine, I'll concede; it really was just the game. But if you happen to change your mind..." She paused for dramatic effect. "I'll let you have my morning pee. All my morning pee. And all you'll have to do is ask for it. Okay?"
Cadie didn't wait for me to answer. Having delivered her indecent proposal she rolled over away from me, & soon her breathing took on the slow, deep rhythm of sleep.
I, on the other hand, was wide awake. My mind was spinning round & round, & it wasn't only the alcohol making it spin.
I'd drunk Cadie's pee.
I'd let my mean, bratty little sister stand over me & use my mouth as a urinal. And worse, I'd enjoyed letting her do it. No, Cadie had said it better: I'd loved it. The submission. The perversion. The degradation. The humiliation. The taste. The fact that I was right then holding a gutful of Cadie's urine. All of it. It made me feel... alive in a way I'd never experienced before, & certainly couldn't account for now.
And no matter how much I raged at myself for being a goddamned disgusting fool, & no matter how many times I told myself it would never, never happen again... a little part of me kept returning to Cadie's words - the possibility of having her hot, thick morning pee emptied into my mouth. And every time my mind played over that perverted notion, my body responded with an unmistakable, concupiscent yearning.
I tried not to think about Cadie or her urine. But as the night wore on, I kept discovering my thoughts had returned of their own accord to those forbidden ideas. Gradually the yearning in my gut built up & up, until at last I couldn't stand it any more. I had to do something about it. I needed relief.
Slowly, I let my hand slip down beneath the covers, then down into my night shorts where my aching pussy waited. God, I was wet. I hated that my sister had done that to me; that Cadie, her pee & her fucking morning promise had managed to make me so goddamned horny.
I masturbated quietly, trying at first to think of anything other than Cadie urinating into my mouth, but it was no good. I was totally fixated, & kept replaying in my mind's eye my submission to Cadie, & the taste of her urine as she emptied herself into me. Then my fantasies turned from the past to the future, & I was thinking of what my little sister would do to me if I did what she'd said...
If I asked her for her morning pee.
It was so perverted... So wrong... And yet... And yet...
Somehow I managed not to scream as an orgasm slammed into me like a goddamned runaway freight train. Honestly, I don't know how I did it. But somehow I held on. Then, as the tremors subsided, & the pieces of my fractured self gradually knit themselves back together I thought about what I'd done:
I'd masturbated & cummed to thoughts of Cadie relieving herself into me. That meant I couldn't deny it any longer: I found the idea of being my little sister's personal toilet hot as fuck.
And that was the moment I knew I was in deep, deep trouble.
To be continued...?
Next morning I woke with a head full of rocks & somebody shaking me roughly by the shoulder. I had no idea what time it was, but daylight streamed in through the open drapes and Cadie was there leaning over me.
"Hey, Sleepy Head," she hissed in my ear, giving my shoulder another shake. "Wake up already."
"Ugh... Leave me alone," I groaned, swatting feebly back at my annoying sister. What was she thinking, waking me up when there wasn't anything to be doing anyway? For a few blissful moments I existed in a state of sleep addled forgetfulness, before the memories of the previous evening flooded in on me. There had been vodka (explains the headache)... yes, and Cadie and I had been playing some silly game... Truth or Dare... odd, but okay... I'd gotten drunk, and then... and then...
Oh!
Oh fuck!
I sat bolt upright, my budding hangover exploding out of existence In the face of absolute horror. Surely it wasn't true. It couldn't be. A dream! It must have been a crazy, horrible dream! But no; over there on the table were the little potted condiments and the empty vodka bottle, just as we'd left them.
Subconsciously, I raised my hand up to my mouth. "Oh god," I croaked. "Oh my god."
I didn't know what else to say.
And then I remembered something else, something Cadie had whispered in my ear before she went to sleep: "I'll let you have my morning pee."
Her morning pee! Ew! What on earth made her think I'd want that, for chrissakes? And, wait, there had been a sort of catch, hadn't there. Yes, that was it: If I wanted it... I would have to ask for it.
"Uh..." I shook my head and blinked the blurriness out of my eyes. "You woke me up..."
"Because I need to go," Cadie confirmed, smiling evilly. "You have to be awake so you can make the choice."
"The choice?" I asked, pretending not to remember.
Cadie rolled her eyes.
"Am I going in there?" she said, and nodded toward the bathroom door. "Or in here?" she reached out and pressed a finger to my lips.
I jerked my head back away from Cadie's touch and blinked again, but not for the sleep-fuzz this time. I was having trouble getting my head around... well, everything really. For one thing, I was having a serious case of 'morning after regret' over letting Cadie... do what she did to me. But at the same time, I couldn't ignore the excited electric jolt her words (& all that they implied) had provoked between my thighs.
I tried anyway. "Are you crazy?" I hissed, laying on a thick layer of incredulity. "Last night I was really drunk. And there's no lock on the door, remember? What if Mom walks in again?"
Cadie cocked her head to one side and smirked, her eyes bright & narrow. "You know none of what you just said answers my question, right?" She pointed out.
I was genuinely surprised to realize she was right. What did it matter how drunk I'd been last night? And pointing out that our mom could walk in on us said nothing about whether or not I wanted to drink Cadie's pee. If anything it betrayed that I was thinking about it, at least in terms of a risk analysis. God, my brain never did function right first thing before my morning coffee.
"Anyway," Cadie went on, irritatingly peppy for that early hour, whatever it was. "I've been thinking about how we'll do it this time. Do you want to know, or do you want it to be a surprise?"
"What - No!" I snapped. God, that brat was always so sure of herself. It was infuriating. "Go and use the goddamned bathroom, okay? There. Is that clear enough for you?"
To my surprise, Cadie just shrugged. "All right," she said, and rolled easily off her side of the bed. If my answer had disappointed her, she didn't show it. When she stood up I noticed she hadn't bothered to replace her shorts since last night, or she had done and then taken them off again. Either way it amounted to the same thing. Then, as she padded bare-foot round the bed, she mentioned conversationally, "There's a lock on the bathroom door."
"What?"
"If that's what's bothering you," she said, not breaking her stride. "We can go in there and lock the door. That way nobody'll walk in on us."
Cadie had her back to me by then, her firm, young buttocks swaying side to side a little exaggeratedly as she crossed the short distance to the bathroom - the bathroom with a lockable door.
Suddenly I found myself in the grip of a queer sort of panic. Cadie would soon be at that door, then inside the bathroom, then on the toilet, and then...
But that was absurd, I knew. I wanted her to go. I'd told her to go use the bathroom, hadn't I? Yes, and I'd meant it. No way was I going to let that bratty little bitch pee in my mouth. No way! Not ever! I mean... not ever again anyway.
But my ridiculous panic grew more acute with every step Cadie took.
"You're running out of time," a voice seemed to say from inside me. "Stop her, quickly. Stall for time or something. You just need a few seconds to... to... to think things over."
"There's nothing to think over!" I mind-growled back at myself. 'Nothing!"
Across the room, Cadie had reached the door, and then, without so much as a backward glance, she vanished inside.
"Cadie!" I was startled to hear my own voice calling out in a hushed but urgent tone. "Cadie, wait a second."
A moment later my sister reappeared in the doorway, her head cocked to the side, one eyebrow lifted in a mocking question mark. She didn't say anything, just stood there looking at me expectantly, her expression cruel and amused.
"How...?" I began, knowing I now had to say something now that I had called her back, but not having the first clue what that something should be. All I knew was that I wasn't ready for Cadie to vanish into the bathroom yet. At least, a part of me wasn't. Another part of me was furious that I'd stopped her at all, and there was a sort of tug of war going on inside my mind between the two different 'me's', each wrestling for control of my body. "Uh... you said you'd been thinking about how we'd... uh... do it. I mean... yeah... I was just... uh... curious."
Cadie smiled sweetly, but there was something rotten about it.
"Sure, I'll give you the big reveal," she said, "when you come in here with me."
I hesitated. The truth is I didn't trust myself. I could feel that thing, that strange Primal Hunger stirring inside of me, and the more I thought about Cadie and the urine stewing inside her body, the more the Primal Hunger wrapped me up in its coils.
"Just to talk?" I asked.
"Hey, if you're not interested..." Cadie hissed, then flicked her eyes in the direction of the toilet in a way that said, "I got some pressing business to get on with here."
"No, wait!" I said, hurriedly pushing the covers off my legs. "I'm coming."
Cadie stood aside to let me duck past, her face a portrait of victory and contempt. Once she had me inside she closed the door behind us and pushed the lock home - not in an attempt to trap me (which would have been absurd with my parents easily within earshot), but rather to demonstrate to me our newfound security. Our aloneness.
"There," Cadie pronounced, her eyes glowing and predatory. "Privacy at last."
I remember I was shaking like a leaf and hugging myself awkwardly in spite of the cabin's frankly over-enthusiastic heating system. What was I doing, letting half-naked Cadie talk me into the bathroom with her? The answer wasn't exactly a mystery: it was exciting. Dangerous. Cadie wanted to make me her toilet again, sober this time, and part of me thrilled at the idea of letting her.
"So...?" I asked curtly, meaning: "So you got me in here like you wanted, now tell me this special plan of yours to get me to open my mouth for your pee again."
"So get on the floor," Cadie said.
I snorted, but my hips flushed with a familiar angsty warmth.
"I didn't agree to letting you use me," I hissed, my words heavy with deliberate indignation. "You said you were going to tell me, y'know, with words."
"Is that what I said?" Cadie asked. "Really?"
Thinking back, I had to concede that it wasn't... technically.
"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten the rules of our new game. This time, I only get to use your mouth when you ask for it. That way there won't be any doubt about it: you really do want to be my toilet."
"Uh... So why am I getting on the floor then?"
"Because showing you what I'm going to do is so much more interesting than just telling you," she said. Then her tone turned flat and impatient: "Look, I get that you're conflicted, but you wouldn't exactly be in here now if you weren't at least toying with the idea of letting me use you again."
Her words provoked another jolt of treacherous yearning from my hips.
"But I really do need to go," she continued, "and chatting it over while you wring your hands isn't going to solve that for me. So let's skip all that bullshit, shall we, and get to the crunch point already. We'll get in position so you can see what I'm offering, then you can make your decision and I can go pee."
She didn't say the words, "in your mouth," but I heard them all the same.
"Or are you leaving?" Cadie hissed, replacing her hand on the door lock with obvious purpose.
"Stay," the Primal Hunger whispered in my mind's ear. "You're still in control. Nothing happens without your say-so, after all."
"And if I do say-so?" I snapped back at it internally. "What then?"
"Then you'll get what you ask for," it replied with self-evident simplicity. "Your sister may be a vicious little brat, but at least she's honest about what she wants. More honest than you, it seems."
Ouch. That last barb stung precisely because I wasn't at all certain it was untrue.
"I'll stay," I said.
The familiar smirk slid into place on Cadie's lips.
"If you're staying, you're laying," she quipped, then added with equal parts irritation and urgency: "Now hurry up, I'm busting."
The bathroom wasn't large, but there was just enough space for me to lay out flat between the bathtub and the toilet. My heart was pounding as I got into position for Cadie's 'demonstration'. It was a little uncomfortable down there on the exposed floorboards, and I remember thinking uselessly to myself that I ought to have brought a blanket to lay on, or something. But it was too late by then.
Cadie waited, fidgeting impatiently until I was settled, then stepped forward so that her feet were planted either side of my head. Next she squatted down on her haunches so that her pussy hung just a few inches above my chin; so close that I could once again smell the musky aroma of her genitals.
"At first I thought I'd do it like this," Cadie said, matter-of-factly. "Cause of the view, y'know? I'd get to watch my big sis filling up on my pee and swallowing it down, just like I did last night. But then," she added, "I had an even Better idea."
She stood up and turned one-hundred and eighty degrees to face the opposite direction. She descended again, this time coming down to a kneeling position over me.
"Hey!" I objected reflexively, panic coming into my voice, and I twisted my body as Cadie lowered her buttocks inexorably toward my face. Surely she didn't think my permission for her demonstration extended to that? "Nuh-uh! Wait!"
"Shhh!" Cadie hissed, cocking a leg and twisting to one side so that she could look down at me. "Are you trying to get us caught? I said I would show you. This is showing you."
"But..." I protested, keeping my own voice to a whisper, "that's your ass!"
"Yes, it's my ass," Cadie agreed, her tone dripping with scorn. "Now I'm gonna put it on your face, because that's how I want to do this. And you're gonna let me do it, because it's either that or you leave right now. And I think you don't want to leave yet. Do you?"
By now my body was pulsing with an undeniable arousal, and my Primal Hunger was ravenous with anticipation. No, I didn't want to leave. And it must've showed in my face because Cadie snorted, contemptuous and amused.
"I didn't think so," she said. "Now stop being such a goddamned prude and let it happen."
She reset herself, and brought her ass down again. This time, to my own surprise, I didn't do anything to stop her. "Let it happen," she'd said. And the way she'd said it... demanded it... something inside me just sort of wilted. All I could do was watch in a rapt sort of fascination as my sister reached back to part her buttocks and planted herself down on my face, the puckered aperture of her asshole coming to rest directly beneath my nose.
It was so bizarre. If anyone had asked me right then how I felt - really felt in my heart - about my sister, I would have said that I hated her. And It would have been the truth. I hated Cadie. I hated her more than any other person I knew. But that goddamned Primal Hunger was transmuting everything by some mysterious alchemy, reversing it somehow, so that even my powerful loathing for Cadie was altered, mirrored and projected back as a sort of intense yearning to submit to her. To serve her. To worship her. And that precisely BECAUSE I hated her so purely.
Well, I couldn't hold my breath forever, so I breathed in experimentally, taking in the odour of my sister's asshole for the first time in my life, and... and...
BOOM!
All the pleasure receptors in my brain were lighting up like a fireworks display on the Fourth of July! I groaned helplessly through my outward breath, lifting my hips and rubbing my thighs together reflexively. Then, before I knew what I was doing, I found myself reaching up to take hold of Cadie's hips and nuzzling my face in deeper - deeper! - between her firm little buttocks. And when I inhaled again, this time I filled my lungs until they felt fit to burst.
Above me, Cadie laughed.
"You see!" she crowed, jiggling her ass side to side on me. "Showing is so much more interesting than telling. Just think, if I'd only told you what I wanted to do, you wouldn't be here right now, discovering that you're a freak for the way your superior sister's butthole smells."
I didn't argue. There wasn't any way to hide the truth of my body's reaction. I just lay there, stunned by this new revelation of my own perverted submissiveness, filling my lungs over and over again with the oddly intoxicating secret scent of Cadie's ass crack.
"All right," Cadie's mocking voice came from above me, and she lifted herself up a little off my face. "Fun as this is, my little Butt Slut, it's time to finish our game."
For a moment I didn't quite understand, disorientated by my shameful arousal. What game? Were we playing a game?
"Huh?" I asked
Cadie just sighed, exasperated.
"Ask me for it," she said, her tone articulating precisely how dumb I was being. "Ask me for my morning pee, Idiot, so I can use your mouth as my toilet again."
Oh... that game.
I knew I was breaking, and had been since the moment I called for Cadie to wait. I wanted to submit to her, that was clear. I wanted her to use me. I wanted to know how it would feel to let that spiteful, beautiful bitch have her way with me. I wanted to know how her urine would taste after it had been stewing inside her body all night long. But at the same time I knew what it meant to ask her:
There could be no more excuses, no place to hide from the truth. I wouldn't be able to claim drunkenness this time, or a physical overpowering. Cadie would use me as her toilet because (and only because) I wanted and chose to let her. It would all be on me.
I swallowed.
"Okay..." I said, hoarsely. "Yes."
"'Okay... Yes,' isn't asking." Cadie sneered. "Do it properly."
I blew out a deep breath and cleared my throat. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but at the same time I couldn't any longer even begin to think about not doing it.
"All right," I said, my voice trembling. "I... I want you to do it in my mouth. I want to be your toilet again. Can I... Can I have your pee? Please, Cadie?"
Cadie's answer was another snort of contempt as she lowered her ass back down onto my face. "Okay," she said curtly, having settled herself "open."
God, I remember my heart was beating so hard then that I thought I might pass out. I opened my mouth wide, tilting my head back a little, and waited for Cadie to perform a few final adjustments as she maneuvered herself into position.
And then...
And then my sister's pussy was in my mouth! For some reason I hadn't quite expected that, but now I could feel Cadie's soft, warm pussy lips nestling into the opening I'd created for her.
"Like spaceships docking," I thought through the haze of my intense arousal, and might have laughed if the air in the bathroom hadn't been so dreadfully brittle with perverted anticipation.
"Ready?" Cadie asked.
"Mm-hmm."
Then it was happening again.
I felt several warm, liquid impacts on my tongue in quick succession, and half a heartbeat later the taste of Cadie's urine exploded across my tastebuds. God it was strong. So, so much more potent than the previous time. Whereas in the night Cadie's urine had had a definite tang, it was much more subtle and couched in a general wateriness. But now the sourness of her outflow was immediate, acidic and overpowering. It was so strong that it sort of burned everything it touched.
I squirmed beneath Cadie, and let out a depraved groan that was equal parts astonished revulsion and perverted ecstasy. I had no idea whether I'd be able to stomach something so viciously potent, but I wanted to. I wanted to be Cadie's toilet, and right then that meant swallowing her thick, powerful morning pee. So I kept my lips sealed around her pussy, and allowed the acrid cascade to slowly fill me.
After a little while longer I grunted and tapped Cadie's buttock to let her know that I was in danger of overflowing, or choking. Maybe both. She stopped and lifted herself up quickly, cocking her leg and twisting as she'd done before so she could watch. For a moment I just lay there, my cheeks bulging out around the mouthful of my sister's savagely potent urine.
"Do it!" Cadie urged, her eyes bright with perverted fascination. "Drink my stinky morning pee."
I winced, leaned my head forward a few degrees... and swallowed.
A wicked thrill like an electric shock ripped through me as my sister's urine sloshed quickly down my throat and passed deep into my own body. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that this was the moment of my absolute defeat at her hands, but somehow, down in the pit of my stomach, it felt almost like a sort of victory.
I looked up at Cadie and opened my mouth wide to show her I'd done it - made myself her toilet again, sober this time, and with her pee at its most undiluted.
"God, I fucking hate you," she said, smirking down at me, her expression haughty and full of spite. "I always have, you know that?"
"Yeah, I know," I replied simply, before reaching up to pull her hips back down toward my face.
Cadie didn't hurry. The truth is, neither of us wanted her to. Now that I had submitted again, my sister was free to enjoy my mouth as her prize. In some profound sense I belonged to her now, and we both knew it. The second mouthful was easier than the first. The third easier still. And by the fourth I knew that I was growing to love the taste of Cadie's morning urine.
I lost count of how many times she filled me. I'd lapsed into a sort of delirious euphoria, where my entire world consisted only of the taste of Cadie's pee, and the ever-present and strangely intoxicating odor of her asshole. My existence had only one purpose then, to make myself a receptacle for Cadie's liquid waste. And every time I swallowed another mouthful of her powerful morning pee, my body rewarded me with wave after wave of a peculiar satisfaction.
Eventually, though, my sister's stream sputtered and died away.
I kept my mouth open as she worked her pelvic muscles, trying to find and squeeze out the last lingering dregs of sluggish urine - and succeeding a little. But then it was done, and for the second time in less than ten hours I'd drunk my sister dry.
I waited, expecting Cadie to lift herself up from me, but she stayed where she was. At first I thought maybe she was just getting a superiority kick out of having my face buried in her ass crack, and I wasn't going to complain. My whole body was purring contentedly like a cat laying in warm sunlight. But then my sister cleared her throat impatiently and I realized, a little baffled, that she was waiting for something else. Something more.
I sort of grunted a question up at her as best I could with her pussy still crammed in my mouth. In response, Cadie let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Hurry up," she hissed. "Fucking clean me, Idiot."
"Go clean yourself," I thought in a moment of dimwitted perplexity. "It's not like I've got any toilet paper down here, and besides which, you're sitting on my... oh."
Clarity.
I could tell you that I was horrified, or at least conflicted, but it would be a lie. The truth is Cadie had broken me completely. And almost before I'd comprehended what she was demanding from me, my tongue was insinuating itself eagerly between the folds of my sister's vagina.
At first, I ran my tongue once along the length of her groove, unable to ignore her bulging clit, or the fact that her urine was far from the only wetness I encountered. It was pretty darned obvious Cadie was horny as fuck from how slick she was down there.
After that first pass I withdrew my tongue and waited, not wanting to presume Cadie was asking for something she wasn't. But my hesitancy only succeeded in drawing a second irritated sigh from above me.
"Again," Cadie snapped.
I obeyed, repeating the process, only this time deliberately dragging the whole length of my tongue over her swollen clit, and then, at the end of the stoke, allowing the tip to very slightly push into the slick opening of her vagina as I completed the motion. This time Cadie shuddered and ground her hips down onto me.
"Again," she repeated, and rocked her hips backward, making her clitoris more accessible.
I took the hint. This time I didn't run my tongue along the length of her pussy, but stayed up front, tentatively massaging her sweet spot to see how she reacted. My sister's response was immediate and unequivocal. She moaned quietly and began to rock her hips back and forth in time with my ministrations, gently at first, but then rougher.
"This is madness," I thought, my mind reeling as I tried to take stock of this latest perverted development. As if it wasn't enough that my little brat sister had succeeded in reducing me to her personal lavatory, now she had me going down on her in the bathroom of our holiday cabin, and with my parents only a couple of very thin walls away! "How the fuck did we end up here?" I wondered, completely bemused.
But I didn't stop. I kept massaging Cadie's clit with my tongue while she ground herself down on me with ever increasing agitation. Suddenly all the muscles in her pussy went into a fit of convulsive spasms, and I heard Cadie panting hard and trying her best to stifle an orgasmic groan.
"I made my sister cum," I thought, amazed, horrified, fascinated. "I can't ever take that back. It's happened now, and it can't ever un-happen. It's just a fact. I made my sister cum, on purpose, with my mouth!"
I kept playing with Cadie's clit, but less forcefully, as she rode out her orgasm, only stopping when she finally collapsed down onto her hands, her breath coming in ragged snatched like she'd run a sprint race.
After a few moments, she clambered shakily to her feet, then unbolted and opened the bathroom door. "Get out of here," she said, looking down at me with her features arranged in an expression I couldn't decipher. "I'm gonna take a shower."
I didn't argue.
In the bedroom, I could hear my parent's muffled voices in the next room. They sounded relaxed, happy even, and the soft clinking of cutlery on ceramic dishes accompanied their conversation. That was good. Nothing to suggest they suspected their daughters had been doing... well, every perverted thing we'd just done together.
I slipped beneath the bed covers and masturbated to the lingering taste of Cadie's urine, orgasming into the pillow when I came.
A short while later, Cadie came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She ignored me and went to her closet to find some clothes. That was fine by me. I took her place in the vacated bathroom and brushed my teeth vigorously. Then I took my own shower, making damned sure to scrub my face with soap, several times over.
Cadie was dressed when I emerged, sitting cross-legged on the bed with a cup of black coffee steaming in her hands. She hadn't made me one, of course. I noted that the door from our bedroom to the kitchen/lounge area now stood open, but there wasn't any sign of our parents, save for the dirty dishes from their breakfast piled beside the sink.
"They went out for a hike," Cadie said, seeing me looking for them.
"A hike?" That didn't sound like my parents at all. At least, not dad. My mother maybe. She must've bullied him into it.
"I know, right?" Cadie sipped her coffee. Behind the cup her eyes had taken on a predatory quality again. "They took supplies and everything."
"Did they say when they'd be back?"
Cadie shrugged.
I opened my own allocated closet and grabbed a pair of old comfy jeans and a vest top. I was just rummaging in a drawer for some fresh underwear when Cadie's voice came to me from over my shoulder.
"Laurie," she called, too sweetly, "tell me you love the taste of my urine."
I stood up slowly, then turned around. Cadie was still sitting on the bed, cradling her coffee. I vaguely remembered she'd asked me the same thing the previous night. Or something very similar anyway. Now her features were arranged into a smile that made me think of a cat toying with a quivering mouse. And then I heard an echo of what the Primal Hunger had said to me while we were still in the bathroom: "... at least she's honest about what she wants. More honest than you, it seems." And I felt the sting of the accusation just as I had before. It was true, I had been lying.
Fine. In that moment I resolved that I wasn't going to lie any more, not to myself, and not to Cadie either, come what may.
"I love the taste of your urine," I confessed, my heartbeat quickening.
My sister's killer-cat grin broadened. "Good girl," she sneered, maybe a little surprised. "So you're finally being honest, huh?"
"Yes."
"Say it again."
"Okay Cadie," I said, then repeated: "I love the taste of your urine."
My sister laughed mirthlessly, then sipped her coffee, her gaze not shifting from me for an instant, her eyes sharp and scheming.
"Well then, Big Sis," she said, setting her cup aside before scooching to the edge of the bed. "Seeing as how you love the taste of my urine, and how I just love emptying myself into your stuck-up, goody-goody mouth, how about we come to an arrangement?"
"An... arrangement?"
My sister stood up and came to stand in front of me. Briefly, she rummaged in her pocket and pulled something out and held it out to me: a silver ring with a single yellow stone inset. I recognized it immediately as one she wore sometimes, but not often. "Here," she said. "Take it."
"What's this for?" I asked warily, looking at the shiny band that now lay in my upturned palm. Cadie and I weren't in the habit of giving each other gifts.
"It's a token of our contract," she explained.
"Like when people get married?" I asked, then added more sarcastically than I intended: "Are you proposing to me, Cadie?"
"Think of it more like I'm taking possession of you," she responded with a smirk. "You put that ring on and your mouth is mine. Whenever I want. That's the arrangement."
'You mean, if I put this on right now, I'll be your toilet... permanently?"
"Permanently."
The word and all it implied hung in the air between us. It seemed impossibly massive, and so heavy it might crush me flat at any moment.
"Uh..." I balked. Letting Cadie pee in my mouth a couple of times was one thing, a BIG thing, yes, but nothing at all when compared to giving her complete control over me indefinitely... I held the ring out toward her. "No, I... I can't."
Cadie didn't take the ring back. I thought I saw a flash of rage in her eyes, but then it was gone and she was smiling her sugar-sweet, fake smile. "Can't blame a girl for trying," she said, and shrugged.
'Here," I said, motioning for her to take back her ring a second time. It felt dangerous somehow, as if I was holding a venomous snake. I wanted it gone, out of my hand, and quickly. "This is yours."
But Cadie just waved me away. I should have known she wouldn't be so easily put off. When my sister really wants something, she always finds a way to wheedle it out of whoever might be blocking her goal.
"Hey, not so fast," she said, reaching out and gently pushing my hand with the ring in it back toward me. "I have another offer. What about a trial period?"
I should have said "No!" straight away. I should have thrown her goddamned ring back in her goddamned fake-smiling face. But instead, like a sucker, I asked: "A trial period?" and let the ring stay cushioned in my hand.
"The rest of the vacation?" she pitched. "Today's Wednesday, right? We leave for home Saturday morning."
"Three days," I mused out loud without meaning to, then kicked myself for betraying my all-too-evidently piqued interest.
"Put the ring on," Cadie said, the sweetness fading a touch from her smile. "Give yourself to me for the rest of the trip. Be my toilet whenever I want for the next three days. We'll both get a kick out of it, I'm sure. After that..." she shrugged, "... maybe you'll feel differently about my first offer."
"Or maybe I won't."
"Sure," Cadie agreed. "Maybe you won't."
I looked down at the ring in my own hand, then at Cadie, then back again. "Three days," I thought. "Three days of Cadie using me as her toilet. Three days of drinking all her pee. And not whenever I want, but whenever she wants. Three days of total submission to her."
Suddenly the little metal band seemed impossibly weighty, and somewhere deep inside of me I felt that dark and primal thing beginning to stir anew.
That evening we all sat around the dining table; Mom, Dad, Cadie, and me. My parents' hike had, somewhat predictably, fizzled out into a stroll over a couple of hills and into the local village, no more than a few kilometers from our cabin. Though, to hear my dad tell the story, their little morning ramble was almost certainly on a par with Edmund Hillary's ascent of Mount Everest, if not slightly more impressive, all things considered. Anyway, they turned up back at the cabin midway through the afternoon with backpacks burdened with thick steak cuts from the village butcher shop and a couple of bottles of french Malbec.
"And the views from up there!" Dad had exclaimed for a least the third time around a mouthful of semi-masticated meat, the tale (and the hills) getting taller with each retelling. "It's like you're standing at the very top of the world. You girls should go up there sometime, y'know, for the experience. You can't go home without at least giving it a try, right Hon'?"
My mother directed a cool smile at him, which he seemed to take as an affirmation. It wasn't, of course, but Dad wasn't one to notice subtext. My mother, by contrast, was subtext all the way through.
"Speaking of you girls," she said, pointedly wresting the conversation away from her husband before he could launch into a fresh recounting of the adventure, "what have the two of you gotten up to today?"
My guts twisted into a knot.
"Nothing much," I said far too quickly. "Just reading really."
"And hanging out with me," Cadie piped in, chipper as always, and completely composed. "We've been sharing some quality 'Sister Time,' isn't that right?"
"Uh-huh," my mother grunted, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And how did that go exactly? No fights? No friction?"
"Jeez, Hon!" my dad blurted out, a false chuckle failing to hide the we-talked-about-this undertone of his outburst.
"No fights," Cadie chirped over him. "I for one have been having a great time. How about you Laurie, you've been enjoying yourself?"
"Yeah," I said, smiling the best smile I could manage while twisting the silver band around on my finger, an unconscious recognition of the secret meaning of my sister's words. A moment later, I folded my hands together guiltily when I noticed my mother's suspicious gaze zeroing in on the ring. Cadie's ring. The one with the single yellow stone. The one that, because I was wearing it, meant she owned me as her toilet for the rest of the vacation. "It's been nice," I said, directing my gaze down at the table.
I felt certain that everybody at the table could see right through my lies, and that my guilty conscience was laying exposed before them like an open book.
Thankfully my dad was ready to prove me wrong.
He slapped the table in a gesture of triumph and wagged his fork in my mother's direction: "You see!" he cried. "I told you! We just needed to get them away from all those screens and gizmos. Just a little quality time, that's what this family needs. Didn't I tell you?"
An expression of frosty skepticism lingered on my mother's features as her attention lingered on me for several heartbeats too long, then melted into a warm, deceitful concession as she turned to face her husband. "Yes, dear," she said. "That is what you told me, you clever, clever man."
"Poor Dad," I remember thinking, even as I squirmed in my seat. "He really believes she means it."
I should have been glad to be out from under my mother's scrutiny, but the look she'd fixed me with had left me feeling that she already had everything (EVERYTHING!!) all figured out. Of course, I knew that wasn't actually possible, didn't I? Even if she knew that the ring belonged to Cadie, which she almost certainly did, there wasn't any way for her to leap from that to knowing what my wearing it signified between the two of us. I mean, she couldn't possibly have intuited from that one curious inconsistency of cheap costume jewelry that I'd given myself over to my younger sister as a receptacle for her urine... Could she?
No. That was crazy. But she suspected something was going on. Of that much I was certain.
I was relieved when Dad started up a story about the time he himself had apprenticed in a butcher's shop back in New Liberty, before setting out on his career marketing household appliances, and how he'd never forgotten the way to tell the best steaks from the "dog cuts". I'd heard it a million times, we all had, but I was relieved that my brief moment in the spotlight had come to an end.
When I looked up, Cadie was smirking at me from across the table. She lifted her glass, which was half full of the potent french wine, and drained it in one great, meaningful gulp.
--
Between my putting on her ring and our parents' return to the cabin, Cadie had used me two more times that day. The first had been mostly symbolic, a sort of sealing of the pact we'd entered into.
"Kneel on the floor," she'd said as soon as the ring was on my finger, already working the clasp of her jeans, then slipping them down over her hips and stepping out of them.
I obeyed without question, and was in the act of kneeling when something unexpected happened. The hem of my towel snagged between my knee and the floor causing it to pull loose and fall, leaving me suddenly completely naked before my sister. I was embarrassed, of course, and moved quickly to retrieve it, but not before my predicament had imparted a flash of inspiration to Cadie's mind.
"Leave it," she barked. "I want to pee on your body."
I hesitated, though not for more than a second or two, then abandoned the towel and allowed Cadie to position herself over me.
"Now tell me that I own you for the rest of the vacation," she said, peering down at me, her face aglow with spite and power and glee. "Tell me that you're my toilet until we leave. Swear it."
"You own me now," I repeated, my pussy sending out a jolt of pleasure as I verbalized my contract of submission. "I'm your toilet for the rest of our vacation."
I opened my mouth without needing to be told, and a few seconds later Cadie was urinating into it.
"Don't swallow until I say so," she said.
Then, having given her order, she filled my mouth to the brim. This time, however, she didn't stop, but redirected the remainder of her stream down onto my naked body, rotating her hips back and forth in order to spray her urine onto both my bare breasts while my nipples hardened shamefully beneath the warm yellow stream.
It was over quite quickly. No surprise there. Just a little over an hour had passed since Cadie had emptied her bladder of morning pee into me. Not much time for her to replenish her reserves. But, as I said, this occasion was largely symbolic, a demonstration of Cadie's new authority over me.
I remained kneeling, stark naked, my head tilted back and my mouth open around a puddle of Cadie's urine, my crotch thrilling at the now-familiar taste and all that it implied for me over the coming days.
After managing to squeeze out a last couple of erratic squirts, Cadie turned to grab her jeans. She left me waiting as she disappeared into the bathroom to wipe, then came back into the bedroom having dressed, and went to sit on the bed to watch me perform the final act of our ritual.
"Okay," she said, in her now-habitual tone of cruel satisfaction. "Swallow."
I closed my lips around her pee, and took it down into myself.
"Good," Cadie crowed, then pointed down at the puddle of her urine accumulating on the floorboards around my knees. "Now go clean up that fucking mess."
--
After that Cadie ignored me until just before lunchtime. She spent the rest of the morning reading trashy magazines and drinking copious amounts of black coffee.
For my part, I took a second shower (for obvious reasons), then tidied the kitchen and communal areas of the cabin. This time I didn't masturbate after Cadie used me. I hadn't felt the need at the time, but now I could feel a tense, gnawing arousal burgeoning in my hips as I worked. I realized that I was waiting impatiently for my sister to call me, and that everything I was doing was just one long act of killing time before...
"Laurie," Cadie called my name through the open bedroom door, and I almost ran to her. When I entered the room I found her waiting for me with her panties already down around her ankles. She appeared to be still engrossed in one of her magazines and didn't so much as look up to acknowledge me.
I quickly grabbed a towel from my closet to rest my head on, then trotted over to her and quickly laid down.
Cadie didn't say anything this time, taking my acquiescence for granted as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and squatted down over me, still reading her magazine; or at least pretending to.
This time she'd had plenty of opportunity to replenish her reserves, and I melted into my sweet, nagging arousal as she filled my mouth a half-dozen times with deliberate and excruciating slowness.
Afterward, having folded her magazine and tossed it away, she looked down at me.
"You want to lick my pussy, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes," I confessed, and nodded.
"Ask for it," she ordered. "Tell me that you're a filthy pervert who desperately wants to lick her own sister's pussy, and then ask my permission."
"I'm a filthy pervert," I repeated after her, and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. "And I desperately want to lick my own sister's pussy. Please, Cadie, may I?"
Cadie narrowed her eyes and chuckled viciously. "No," she said, then got up and disappeared into the bathroom.
--
We ate, and afterwards, throughout the afternoon, Cadie drank copious amounts of coffee that she demanded I provide. I knew what she was doing: having me supply her with the fluids that, in time, she would be pouring into me. And with every cup I brought her I wondered how full she'd become, and how much longer I would have to wait for her to call on me again.
She waited deliberately, allowing the tension between us to grow with every cup and each passing minute. While she ignored me I busied myself with little chores and occasionally tried without success to read a few pages of the novel I'd brought along: On Heroes and Tombs, by Ernesto Sabato. Anyone observing us would have seen two young women completely apathetic to each other's company, but the truth of it, I believe, is that we were both fixated upon, and anxiously waiting for, the same thing. Beside that, all else seemed mundane and utterly uninteresting.
Only this time Cadie's patience backfired.
A moment after she had looked up and ordered me to come to her, the Cabin's front door swung open and our parents bustled in. Cadie's features contorted in a flash of disbelieving fury, then she just sighed and disappeared into the bathroom.
For my part, I remember feeling almost numb with despair as Dad appeared in the doorway, a broad, goofy grin plastered over his face. "Oh man! Have I got a story for you guys," he'd beamed, while faintly, in the adjacent room, I could hear the tinkling sound of Cadie relieving herself into the lavatory.
--
After the steak dinner with our parents, Cadie and I washed and dried the dishes while Mom and Dad reclined on one of the sofas together, drinking the last of the wine and chatting about nothing in particular. In the absence of a television or any other electrical distractions they seemed a little bored, fidgety almost, and soon excused themselves and vanished into their bedroom pleading fatigue from their hiking exploits.
The door had hardly closed behind them when I heard my dad, his voice muffled and slurred with alcohol, but easily audible, exclaim, "Yusee, whad'I'tell'ya?". This was followed at once by a sharp shushing sound from my mother, who then muttered something low and scolding. Probably she was telling him to keep his goddamned voice down.
I happened to glance at Cadie, who pressed a finger to her lips and shook her head. I didn't understand why at first, but then I caught on: Mom was listening. Not that I was going to say anything anyway, but I could see why Cadie was being cagey.
"Well, I'm bushed," Cadie said, then reached up her arms and did that stretchy-groany-thing. "Think I'll get an early night. All that wine's given me a headache. And it's not like there's anything else to do here anyway."
"Yeah," I agreed, though stage-fright had gripped me now that I felt I had an audience, and I couldn't think what else to say. Or even decide if I was supposed to say anything more.
"What about you?" Cadie asked, prompting, while shaking her head exaggeratedly from side to side to provide me with my answer. "You staying up?"
"Err... No," I said, then managed to improvise all by myself: "I'll call it a night too. I think I might be about to go into a food coma."
Casie made a face that said, "Okay, not too terrible," then filled a big glass of water from the faucet. Afterwards, we both made our way into the bedroom, switching the lights off in the communal area as we went.
"Mom knows something," I hissed as soon as the door closed behind us, but Cadie waved me away.
"She doesn't know anything," Cadie said. "How could she?"
"She was looking at the ring," I explained, pointing at the silver band of our contract.
But Cadie just shrugged.
"That doesn't mean anything," she whispered. "She just thinks it's odd that we're not arguing, that's all. Oh, and the way you're acting, you might as well be wearing a sign that says: I'm hiding something."
"So... What? We should start arguing?"
"No," Cadie shook her head emphatically. "Faking it will only make her more suspicious. Mom's sharp, and you're a terrible liar. Just... be more like yourself."
"Like, act normal?"
"No, idiot," Cadie hissed, rolling her eyes. "Don't act like anything. Be normal."
We changed into our bed clothes quietly, listening for any telltale sound that our mother was moving about outside. But neither of us heard anything. On reflection, it was hard to tell whether our mother really had seemed more suspicious than usual, or if this was merely a projection on our part; a shared paranoia born of guilty consciences.
Anyway, I used the bathroom, though I didn't brush my teeth as I usually would have, and felt a concupiscent thrill when I returned to find Cadie already in bed. I knew full well what it meant that she had gone without using the lavatory before slipping beneath the covers: the urine she'd built up since our parents' untimely return was destined for my stomach.
Obviously we were both on edge now that we were no longer alone, and I remember we laid completely still and silent beneath the covers for maybe as long as fifteen minutes, listening anxiously the whole while, before at last Cadie hissed, "Okay, I've really gotta go."
"Do you want us to go to the bathroom again?" I asked, thinking of the lockable door with some degree of longing, though I didn't envy the idea of stretching out on the hard floorboards again when I was already comfortable in the soft, warm bed.
"No," Cadie replied, and the mattress began to lurch and yaw as she maneuvered beneath the covers to remove her pajama shorts. "Scooch down."
Quietly, I pushed the covers away then wriggled into position, remembering to grab a pillow to support my neck as I went. Cadie paused for an instant, her face a portrait of intense concentration as she gave a final ear to the silence of the cabin, then threw her leg across me and crouched down.
A few seconds later a stream of my sister's warm, sour urine was flowing into my mouth.
I remember being terrified and delighted in approximately equal measure. After our parents' return had forced the last-minute abortion of our previously intended session, I had worried that Cadie wouldn't want to chance using me at all while there remained a risk of our being discovered. Now she was on top of me again, emptying herself into my mouth, using me in the way that made my whole body thrum with a delicious, perverted, degrading pleasure. However, at the same time I was gripped with a paralyzing dread that the door to our room was about to spring open at any moment to reveal our mother, or worse, both our parents, their faces contorted in expressions of disbelieving horror and revulsion at the perverted activities of their two wayward daughters.
But the door didn't open. So Cadie peed, slowly and quietly, and I swallowed every time she broke off her stream. Aside from that gnawing fear of discovery, I was in Heaven. Then I thought about the ring on my finger. The ring that meant Cadie owned me for the remainder of the vacation, and (with my heart pounding in my chest, and an ecstatic thrill pulsing in my crotch) I wondered whether or not I would have the strength to return that yellow-jewelled band to my sister upon getting back home, or if I really might just let myself be taken as her toilet for all time.
I think that that was the first time I really considered it as a viable option, and somewhere deep down inside me my Primal Hunger began to purr.
Cadie finished up and rolled off of me.
"You still desperate to lick my pussy?" she asked.
"Yes," I confessed, wiping the remnants of her urine from my lips and chin with the back of my hand, the memory of her spiteful refusal from before still fresh in my mind. "I'm still desperate to lick your pussy."
This time Cadie didn't say anything in reply, neither yes nor no, just made herself comfortable by leaning back amid the pillows before opening her legs expectantly.
I didn't waste a moment, shifting position and climbing down between her knees, still deathly afraid that Mom was about to burst in at any moment, but at the same time utterly enthralled by the prospect of debasing myself in service to my younger, bratty sister. It was as if Cadie's pee-damped pussy had me fixed in something like one of those tractor-beams from a sci-fi movie, pulling me in toward her, and there wasn't a thing I could do to either release myself or resist.
Cadie was observing me with her crooked, sneering smile, her eyes burning bright with a cruel triumph as I threaded my arms beneath her parted thighs. I knew that she knew I was helpless, and she just watched without saying anything as I positioned myself to begin.
And then I found myself kissing her.
Honestly I hadn't meant to, but there I was, planting a series of little kisses on the insides of Cadie's thighs, on her pussy lips, and then on and all around her swollen clit.
Cadie, I think, was as surprised by this as I was. She raised her eyebrows quizzically and snorted to signal I'd reached a new low of contemptuousness in her opinion, though she made no move to put an end to my impromptu display of petty worship.
Holding her gaze, I leaned in close and breathed her in. The earthy, feminine scent of her genitals shot through my brain like a drug, lighting up my pleasure receptors and plunging me into a fog of impenetrable arousal, binding me to her crotch with cords of unbreakable desire. I groaned, happy, helpless, broken, and let the aroma of my sister pull me in.
Then, without making even the slightest pretense at merely performing an act of cleaning, I pushed my tongue deep into the moist chasm of my sister's vagina.
Cadie gasped and knit her brows, then nodded for me to continue.
I withdrew, then pushed forward and plunged my tongue into her again, stretching every fiber to reach as deep as possible. Cadie stifled a ragged moan, then lifted her hips to give me a better angle of attack. Soon we established a rhythm, with Cadie rocking her hips back and forward in time with each of my penetrating thrusts, both of us lost and drifting in the timeless ocean of our mutual arousal.
It was exhausting and thrilling at the same time. Fuck, I wanted to grunt and groan and ravish my sister's tight little pussy like a depraved, wild animal, but both Cadie and I fought to stay silent as if our very lives depended on it. In a way, I suppose they did.
After several minutes, when my neck began to cramp from the weight of supporting my head in such an unfamiliar position, I shimmied forward, rested my ear against the inside of Cadie's thigh, then began to suck and lick her swollen clitoris. At the same time I brought my hand up between her thighs and slid two fingers into her warm, wet tunnel. She breathed in sharply at this new invasion, and had to bite down on her knuckle to keep from crying out.
It was so strange, being inside my sister, feeling the mucous slicked walls of her vagina, its muscles tightening and relaxing about my eagerly probing fingers. All I could think was, "Oh my god, I'm fucking my sister! I'm fucking Cadie! This is so, so wrong. But... But... Oh god, I fucking love it!"
I don't know how she didn't scream, but when Cadie came, she came HARD.
All of a sudden I felt her muscles spasm, clenching about my fingers like a vice as she began to buck her hips and thrashed about. Still working her clit with my tongue as best I could, I watched as her eyes rolled up and her mouth fell open and she made a strange grating, gurgling sound in the back of her throat. Part of me was relieved that she was keeping her orgasm locked away, but another part of me wished she could have let rip and screamed out in unashamed acknowledgement of the unbearable pleasures that I was inflicting upon her young, beautiful body.
Knitting her brows, Cadie bucked and grimaced some more, then collapsed down into the sheets, gasping for breath and perspiring madly. For a while, as I toyed with her gently, affectionately even, my sister jerked and quivered helplessly with the aftershocks of her ecstasy. Then, when she had recovered her strength sufficiently to move, she lifted her head, first casting a nervous glance over toward the bedroom door, then she looked down at me, and began to giggle.
I laughed too. And for a while we just shared a moment of jubilant astonishment at the brazen madness of our actions. It bordered on a queer sort of camaraderie between us, the abuser and the abused working together in pursuit of a common goal: my total subjugation to her.
The moment soon passed. Cadie lay back against the pillows and closed her eyes, and I disentangled myself from between her legs. I left her slumped contently in the bed and padded unsteadily across the cool floorboards toward the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.
Cadie lay curled up facing toward the far wall when I returned. Lifting the covers I slipped in beside her, and closed my eyes. I think I was on the cusp of falling asleep when she spoke.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" she said, her voice foggy with the onset of sleep. "Letting me keep you."
"Yes," I confessed quietly. "I'm thinking about it."
Cadie chuckled quietly to herself, then yawned and shifted to get comfortable. "You will," she said, not a trace of doubt discernible in her words.
"Oh?" I asked. "And how do you know that?"
"Because..." Cadie yawned again. "Because it's the way things are supposed to be between us."
This time I didn't reply. There didn't seem to be anything to say.
Cadie fell asleep soon after making her pronouncement, and I wasn't far behind. I drifted off with her parting words echoing round and round inside my head, unable even to decide whether or not I thought she was wrong.
To be continued?