MY SISTER JEAN
Chapter 6 -- My Confession
It's ironic. The things I want the most seem
never to go the way I want. I scheme and plan and try to
manipulate people, places and things to get my way. It
rarely works. Nevertheless, I keep trying. I think of it
as adding to the keenness of my anticipation. And it does.
I've learned not to take myself too seriously when I don't
get what I want. Most of the time, what I eventually get is
better than I might have planned and often better than what
I might have imagined.
That's the way it was working out with my
sister, Jean. Yet, I didn't really see it happening. I'd
become increasingly aware of her as a sexy girl. Actually
that's an understatement. What I should admit is that I'd
grown infatuated with her. I'd always cared for her deeply
and we were both aware of a spiritual connection. Neither
of us was completely at ease with our own sensuality. Sex
remained a titillating and excitingly naughty topic. That
discomfort, however, was rapidly changing.
Our sibling connection was tender and loving.
At base, that tender connection was always operative, even
when we were at odds. Clearly, we cared deeply for each
other, but because she was so proper and reserved, I'd
assumed that she had no sexual feelings at all. But in the
past weeks, I'd come to know that wasn't the case. Not even
close.
For example, not long previously, I'd humped
myself to orgasm on the edge of the laundry room table just
looking down the front of her shirt. While I had planned to
confront her with her soiled panties my "clever" way of
introducing the topic of sex I'd not planned on rubbing
myself of on the hard edge of the table. And despite the
fact that she *knew* what I was doing. Or was it *because*
she was knew that made it so exciting?
A little later, in a sexual heat, we'd exposed
ourselves to each other on the living room couch as we were
"talking dirty." We shared a mutual culpability for our
couch incident, but again, it was not my intention to
masturbate myself and her by slapping her clit with my hard
cock. It'd just happened in a spontaneous fashion, both of
us caught up in the compelling sexual heat both surprised,
turned-on and both, completely helpless. Swept along by a
current whose strength tossed us about in a sexual typhoon,
we had both come together. And again, frightened by the
ferocity of it all, we'd retreated to the familiar safety of
silence.
And most recently, this morning unexpected and
unplanned, out of nowhere she'd fulfilled a long fantasy of
mine by letting me watch her pee.
For months and months I'd been trying to get her
to "talk dirty" with me...to share her own sexual stuff with
me. Yet, I'd had limited success until today, until we were
riding home from our back-packing weekend. Now the
established reserves had been broached. To say the cat was
out of the bag hardly lent it sufficient impact. More
accurately, we both knew that old barriers were down and
they'd not be erected again. Still, we were uncertain how to
move with comfort into this newly open intimacy.
From the silence of our mutual protection, we'd
broken out of years of restriction and restraint. This
wasn't the naughty, snickery type of
you-show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine conversation that
I'd angled for. This was dealing with real stuff. I was
dazzled.
Jean had shared with me some of her "deep dark
secrets" and I'd shared similarly...or started to. And she
wanted more. She knew of my peeing fetish and she'd
admitted she had one too. It was plain that we'd only
continue in a step-wise manner with each of us validating
the other with our honesty. If I wanted Jean's truth, I'd
have to give her mine.
"Jean, I love this. I love being able to be so
open with you."
"Yes. It's like when we were on the
couch...only more so...remember? Just talking with you like
that...I got so hot then I didn't know what I was doing."
When we'd parked at the Rest Stop, she'd taken
her hands out of her pants, looking around, surprised that
we had stopped. Seeing that no one was even close to us,
she relaxed again, leaning back.
"Where are we? Why'd we stop?"
I explained, "It was getting too difficult for
me to keep my eyes on the road. Between listening to you
talk about peeing, and watching your hands in your pants, I
had little attention for driving. We've got all the time we
want. I'd much rather stop and talk. This way I can give
you all my attention. I can see your eyes...and," I added
with a leer, "your hands."
"Then look at me, you lecher. I can't believe
my kid brother makes me so horny, just by talking to me.
You're doing the couch thing all over again, you little
devil."
"Are you complaining?" I asked, while laying my
left ankle over her right leg in front of the center
console.
"Nope. Just letting you know that you have that
effect on me. Hope you enjoy it, lecher."
"You know I do, you harlot. And speaking of
harlots, where were we? Oh, yes. We were talking about
peeing and I was..."
Interrupting, "You were going to tell me your
most secret fantasies, Billy. You were saying you wanted me
to pee on you. Remember?"
"Jean, it's more than just that. I think of
other things situations...having to do with peeing...or
needing to pee... and you can't. That excites me. Know what
I mean?"
"No-o-o..." She *sounded* more uncertain than
she really was, I think. "No, I don't know. Tell me what
you mean."
Her right hand was slipping into the top of her open
shorts, the fingers under the waistband of her panties.
"Two can play that game," I countered, as I
slowly began to unbutton my jeans.
Impatiently, "Yeah, yeah, yeah...but I *still*
want to hear those secrets. 'Specially if they're about
peeing. And what do you mean 'needing to pee, and can't'?"
I loved it when she kept after me, *making* me
tell her my kinky stuff.
"Oh *you* remember, Sis...how could you forget?
Think back to the trip that you and me and mom made to the
Farm. Remember, we'd been driving for several hours after
downing a couple of Cokes . . . remember how hot it was?
You all kid me about my micro bladder, so I never gave it a
thought when I had to get out and take a leak and you all
didn't. Peeing along the road's no big deal for a guy."
With a throaty laugh, she said, "Sure I do. Mom
and I just looked at each other when we heard you peeing on
the road. We had to go then, but we couldn't say
anything...or at least I couldn't. I don't think it
embarrasses Mom at all."
"I remember smiling back at Mom when she said to
me, 'You lucky stiff.' It was about then that I caught on
that you two guys were starting to feel your full bladders.
And it was then that I decided to play a little game. I was
going to make you guys wait and wait to pee."
"I sure remember that trip, but I didn't know
you were playing a game. What'd you do?"
Smugly, "You never pay much attention to roads
or which way we go, or where things are. You just ride
along and enjoy yourself. Mom's the same way. So I decided
to not only take a longer way, but to take the route with no
rest stops or gas stations."
"Why you little shit, you! I just thought we
had bad luck. That you got to take a leak and we needed to
go, and there were just no places to go. I thought it was
an accident. You mean...?"
"Yep. That's what I mean, girl. I wanted to
see you two women squirm a little. You're always kidding
me that I can't wait so I wanted to see how well you could
wait. Besides, I think it's sexy... seeing you and Mom
squirm around, and then cross your legs."
"Billy, I don't know whether to laugh or get
mad. At the time, I would have given anything to squat and
take a good pee. My back teeth were floating. And you kept
saying that it'd just be a little further. You rat!"
"I *loved* it, Sis. You were squirming around
in the front seat and Mom was shifting back and forth right
behind us. At least she was able to ask me to look out for
a gas station, that she had to pee something bad. You just
pretended that everything was okay...at least for a little
while. Sis, you are *so* hip, slick and cool! Then it began
to really get to you, and I enjoyed thinking of you, needing
to pee. Don't understand it, my dear sister, but there's
something terribly erotic about that. I mean, I got hard
just thinking about you and Mom."
"More is coming back to me. I remember how *bad*
I had to go. I remember two things, actually. One was the
fear that I'd lose it, that I'd leak into my panties. The
second was the burning sensation in my...well, in my
pussy...kinda good actually. Actually, kinda erotic."
"Well, I guess I can confess now, Sis. My fantasy
was that you'd not be able to hold it. I could see you in
my mind's eye, dribbling a little pee into your panties,
whimpering, bent over, hugging yourself with your legs
crossed. You know how fantasies are...I was right there...I
mean my eyes were inches from your pussy and I could see you
clench your cheeks trying to hold it in...and I could see
the pee dribble out, wetting your pussy hair and your
panties."
You mean you *wanted* me to pee in my panties?"
She sounded incredulous, but she didn't look it, as she
smiled at me, one eyebrow arched.
"Not really...well, yes...really. My fantasies
don't always make sense, but the idea of you peeing in your
panties, seeing it run down your legs, just jolts me. I'd
like to stand in front of you as you were losing it, and
then run my hand up under your dress and cup the crotch of
your panties and feel your hot pee running over my palm...
those kinds of images. Kinky, huh?"
"Kinky, yes. But now that I know...well, I like
it too. It sure got to mom and me that day. I don't know
how she feels about it, but do you recall what happened when
we finally got to the Farm?"
"Probably more than you know." I paused,
recalling the scene. "You and mom both jumped out of the car
and raced for the house. I knew there was only one bathroom
in that old house and I didn't know what you were gonna
do...who'd have to wait. You two were too panicked to
notice, but I followed right behind you...right to the
bathroom."
"Oh, God. I remember. I'd beaten Mom to the
toilet, but as I was pushing my shorts and panties down, she
said, 'I'm your mother! I go first,' and she just pushed me
right out of the way! There I was, dying to pee, standing
in front of Mom like some little girl, waiting for her to
finish...and afraid I was going to lose it."
As she was recalling the memory, I'd slipped my
cock out of my jeans and was sitting back, holding it and
covering it at the same time as I slowly stroked it up and
down.
Nodding toward my hand, Jean said, "That gets me hot,
bro."
Not acknowledging her reference to my masturbation, I
continued, "When the two of you dashed in there, you slammed
the door, but it didn't shut all the way...musta bounced or
somthin'. I couldn't see you but I sure could hear you.
I heard Mom's pee hissing and you whimpering,
'Hurry...hurry...I gotta go too.'"
"God what a rat you are! I can't believe
you...you pervert. You sadist. And your own mother too!
They've got a name for guys like you, bro."
"You asked for it," I defended myself. "'Sides,
you're just as bad as me."
"I know. I *am* and it surprises me, but it feels
too good to stop." Then she added, "If you were right
outside the door, you must have known what happened, huh?"
"I think so. It sounded like Mom finished and you
bumped into her or something like that...trying to get to
the toilet. And then I heard you cry out, 'Oh...I can't
hold it.' And Mom laughed and then you almost cried, 'It's
not *funny*, Mom!' In my imagination, I thought that you'd
peed on yourself or something like that."
"That's exactly what happened. I was just dying.
Mom took for-EVER. Why she even wanted to wipe herself!
The sound of her going just loosened me up. Like running
the faucet for a little kid. My muscles weren't working
anymore. I knew I was relaxing and that I was gonna pee on
myself and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I
kept bumping into Mom trying to get to the toilet. Cripes,
it was a Chinese fire drill. She moved one way and I moved
the same way, back and forth, back and forth. My darn shorts
and panties were down around my knees and I couldn't take a
big step. Mom bumped into me again by then she was laughing
at me and I just lost it. I started to pee right there,
bent over, stumbling for the john. Billy, it was awful . .
. and at the same time, it was wonderful. I peed all over
my panties and all over my legs and the floor and the toilet
seat, frantically trying to plop my fanny down. Then it
really opened up. I think I peed a gallon. I remember
sitting there, knees together, looking at my wet panties and
legs and then looking at Mom as I peed and peed. I was so
embarrassed. Did you hear her when she said something like,
'Feels good, huh?'"
"Yeah. I think she said, 'Jean, I *know* how good
that feels.'"
"Whatever...but I think she liked it too.
Although she never said anything."
"All this talk of peeing...and I haven't gone
since this morning. How about you?"
"I *knew* you were working up to this. Yeah, I
need to pee, now more than ever...but I'll hold it just a
little longer. How 'bout you?"
"Me too. Then when you *have* to go, I'll be
there to help you."
"Billy, I just know what kind of help you have in
mind... the same kind I do."
"Let me tell you what I'm thinking, girl. We
*could* go into the rest rooms, but what a waste. I've got
another idea."
Jean slipped her hand out of her shorts, leaned
over and ran her wet finger under my nose. She stared right
into my eyes and again ran the wet tip of her tongue over
her partially open lips. The same intoxicating odor of her
pussy filled my senses. I closed my eyes and slowly sniffed
in, making a moaning sound of appreciation.
"Lecher!" she accused, and then asked, "What's
your idea... if I dare ask?"
"I was thinking. How about if we walk over to
those picnic benches and you straddle my lap? No one's
around. Don't tell me when you're gonna start, but surprise
me...just let it go...pee right through your panties and
through your shorts and into my lap? I really love that."
"Brother dear, you've just been reading my mind.
Right this minute I'm hotter than can be and I've got a full
bladder and the idea of peeing my panties, right into your
lap actually all over your cock that just get's me wet.
Yes, let's do it...and right now!"
Jean, when suddenly moved to action, is nothing if
not decisive. Not waiting for further discussion, she
slipped out of the Scout, buttoning her pants and walking
off. I followed her out the other door, frantically trying
to jam my hard dick back into my tight jeans
"Don't start without me!" I shouted after her.
"Getcher buns over here, guy and sit right
down...right here," gesturing to a picnic bench facing away
from the parking area.
I sat with my butt on the edge of the picnic
bench. Jean looked around one more time before swinging her
leg over mine and squatted on my thighs, facing me. Her
eyes were sparkling as she gave me a wicked grin.
"There're some people right over there, Billy. Do
ya suppose they know what we're doin'?"
Without looking, I said, "Yes. They know
*exactly* what you're doing, Jean. They know you're a
naughty little girl with a full bladder who can't make it to
the toilet and who's gonna pee on her brother's lap...don't
they?"
"Christ, you're a tease, guy. I pity your girl
friend... *when* you get one."
She hadn't waited long. I could see the change in
her eyes, the relaxation in her face. (Some surprise.) She
fell silent and looked into my eyes as long as she could,
then dropped her head into the corner of my neck and
shoulder. Her hips seemed to settle as she gave a soft moan.
I could feel the heat and the wetness spreading, at first
right in my crotch and then spreading. It was happening!
My sister was peeing on me, right through her panties. I
held her ass around her hips as she peed.
My mind was dizzy...drunk with passion. My
wonderful, sweet sister Jean was sitting on my lap,
straddling me, in the open and peeing all over herself and
all over me...all over my cock. I could feel my heart
pounding in my chest and, at the same time, my heart beat in
my turgid dick. It swelled and I felt a pulling passion
within the core of my being.
With a groan of passion, I pulled her crotch right into
my belly and said, "God, Sis, I really wanna fuck you."