“You know what? Fuck you, Carl!” Sally yelled at me, throwing me the finger, as she scrunched up her nose, and bared her front teeth at me.
“Yeah. Well, fuck you too, you God damn slut!” I yelled right back at her, and then stood up and turned around, looking for all my clothing, so that I could get dressed, and get back to work.
But before I could start getting dressed, Cindy, who was still nude, came over to me, gently pressed her big boobs against my back, while giving me a bear hug, and then planted a tender kiss on the side of my neck, just under my earlobe. She whispered in my ear, “Sweetie, don’t let my little sister get you all bent out of shape. She can be a real bitch sometimes. But I’m not like that. Tell you what. Do you wanna go into the bathroom with me right now and watch me pee?”
“Sure,” I said, with my attitude almost-instantly taking a 180-degree turn, as Cindy gently took my hand in hers, and led me into the main bathroom with her, before closing and locking the door behind her.
Cindy sat down on the toilet seat ring, and spread her legs apart. She placed a hand on each side of her vulva, pulled it wide open, and held it that way, so that I could plainly see her urethral opening. Then she began pissing into the toilet bowl directly beneath her, as she made her private confession to me. I was now kneeling down in front of her at the commode as she was telling me, “Sally told me that you really like this a lot. And do you wanna know something else? I’ve been letting Uncle Jerry ‘dick me’ to pay for the rent. Would you like to watch Uncle Jerry have sex with me? You could even fuck me afterwards, if you want. I mean, if you don’t mind ‘sloppy seconds’. Either that, or you could fuck me right before Uncle Jerry does. It’s your choice.”
“Pussy!” was all I could say, as I was reaching across, between Cindy’s spread thighs to feel and play with her warm urine stream.
After Cindy was done emptying her bladder, I said to her, “I need to piss, too. Do you wanna watch me?”
“Sure,” Cindy said.
I stood up, and moved over in front of the bathroom sink, facing the vanity and the mirror that was mounted directly over the sink.
“Carl, you bad boy! You’re not actually gonna do that, are you?” Cindy asked in disbelief.
“Sure. Why not?” I replied, as the yellow-tinged urine began freely flowing out of my penis, directly into the bathroom sink basin below. “Would you like to hold my dick while I’m pissing?”
Cindy nodded, and then got up off the toilet. She moved over beside me, wrapped her right hand around the semi-soft shaft of my urinating penis, and held the open palm of her left hand underneath the head of my dick, so that my warm urine would splat up against the palm of her hand, before falling into the sink basin. And she giggled like a little girl the whole time that she was doing that.
“Have you ever watched your Uncle Jerry pee?” I asked Cindy, as I was finally getting down to my last few spurts of urine, which were getting harder and harder to squirt out, because my penis was well on its way to becoming erect again, despite the fact that I had just finished releasing a wad of sperm inside my wife’s pregnant pussy.
“No. Why would I do something like that?” Cindy asked, still squeezing and feeling the shaft of my dick.
“Why not? You only live once, you know. And I’m sure your Uncle Jerry would be more than happy to let you watch him pee.”
“But how do you know that?” Cindy asked, acting truly perplexed by my statement.
“Well, let’s just call it a ‘hunch’. Okay?” I cryptically replied, as a huge grin broke out on my face.
Then, without any warning, I reached down between Cindy’s legs, and I began diddling her clitoris with the tip of my middle finger.
“Ooh, Baby. My little love button feels so good when you rub it like that,” Cindy quietly said, with her mouth very close to my ear, as she began to slowly hand-pump my rapidly-growing penis. Cindy immediately started planting a series of butterfly-kisses up and down the side of my neck, right below the ear that she had just whispered into.
And then there was an unexpected loud knock at the bathroom door, and a familiar feminine voice cried out, “God damn it! Hurry up, you two. I need to pee like a racehorse!”
“I’m not gonna let you in, unless you pee right in front of your sister and me both,” I yelled back at the bathroom door, meaning every word of it. “Deal?”
“Deal! Now open up the fucking door already! Before I piss all over the God damn floor!” Sally threatened.
I quickly leaned over, and whispered in Cindy’s ear, “So do you want me to fuck you in front of your sister? Right here in the bathroom, while she’s taking a piss?”
* * * * *
Hi there. Carl here again. I hope you have enjoyed reading this little saga so far. But I have to step out of this story once again right here, and switch back to a third-person narrative, because the upcoming events in this torrid tale took place while I wasn’t there to actually witness them…
Later that same day, at around 7:30 PM, Sally was polishing her nails, getting ready for her hot date with Rico. They were supposed to spend the evening dancing at a local Salsa night club. It was early in the week, and so Sally was hoping that she and Rico would pretty much have the club to themselves.
Sally’s cell phone rang, and she put down the small nail polish bottle, so that she could see who was calling her, and then decide whether or not to answer the call. It was her sister, Cindy. And so Sally went ahead and answered the phone, being very careful not to smudge her freshly-painted, dark purple nails.
“What’s up, Sis?” Sally asked.
“Sally, I need to talk to you,” Cindy replied, in a dead-serious tone of voice.
“Why? What’s the matter? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m just fine,” Cindy said. “You’re the one I’m worried about.”
“Well, you don’t have worry about me, Sis. I’m madly in love with the man of my dreams, and we’re gettin’ ready to go out dancin’ tonight.”
“Sally, please don’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because Rico’s not the man you think he is. He’s bad news! Trust me on this one. I know what I’m talkin’ about.”
“Oh, come on, Cindy. I know Rico’s a little rough around the edges, but he can’t be that bad.”
“Oh yes he can. Remember when you asked me today what I thought you should do about your current situation. And I told you that you should go ahead and divorce Carl, and marry Rico?”
“Yeah. What about it?”
“Well, I only said that, because I knew you were torn up emotionally, and that you needed for me to support you, by telling you what you wanted to hear. But I simply can’t live with my conscience if I don’t go ahead and tell you the real truth about Rico.”
“And what’s that exactly?”
“Remember that night in the hotel room? Well, after Linda left, and then Jerry left with Henry, you were sleeping in the bed with Rico, and I was sleeping with Carl on the floor, right next to the bed.”
“So, what’s that got to do with anything? We were both sleeping with the men that we had just got done ‘sleeping with’,” Sally remarked very sarcastically.
“Please don’t joke right now?” Cindy pleaded with her younger half-sister.
“Okay. So what did Rico do that’s so bad?” Sally asked.
“Well, I’ll tell you, if you promise not to interrupt me until I’m finished with my story.”
“I promise. I’ll just sit here and listen.”
“Okay. So here’s what happened later that night, while you and Carl were fast asleep:
“I got up around 4 o’clock in the morning to go to the bathroom. And when I turned around to close the bathroom door, there was Rico standing right there, with his finger across his lips, letting me know that he didn’t want me to make a sound. And I’m standing there in my bra and panties, and feeling pretty confused at first.
“Then Rico steps into the bathroom with me, and carefully closes the door behind him. And the next thing I know, Rico pulls a knife on me. He must have had the knife stuck in the waistband of his boxers, ‘cuz that’s all he was wearing.
“And I’m not gonna go into all the lurid details. But what you need to know is that Rico humiliated me first. He actually forced me to pee my panties, right in front of him, believe it or not.
“And then that son of a bitch raped me. He ‘did me’ in the ass first. And then he ‘did’ my pussy, until he came inside me. And that really scared me. And it also disgusted the crap out of me. ‘Cuz I could see little flecks of my fecal matter all over Rico’s penis, as he was shoving it up into my vagina.
“When he was finally ‘finished with me’, he warned me not to tell another living soul about him raping me in the bathroom. He said that if I ever did, he’d hurt me, or my family. And that’s you, Sis. Or Uncle Jerry. Or Carl. And I couldn’t bear to see any of you get hurt because of me. Rico also told me to get dressed, and leave the hotel room as quickly as I could.
“Then that mother fucker left the bathroom, and I saw him crawl right back into bed with you, as if nothing had happened. And I was so pissed off by the whole situation that I couldn’t see straight.
“But I just walked back into the hotel room, found the rest of my clothes, and got dressed as fast as I could, so that I could sneak out of that hotel room, without waking up Carl, or you.
“I had to call a taxi from the hotel lobby, because Uncle Jerry had already taken the car and left with Henry. And I didn’t want to bother them, because there was no telling what those two were up to.
“But when I got back to Uncle Jerry’s apartment, I went to the guest room, and threw myself on the bed, and I cried like a little baby. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t tell anyone. Especially you, or Carl, or Uncle Jerry. And unlike you, I had never been raped before. I felt like such a filthy whore. But the weirdest thing was that I didn’t take a shower. I just went straight to bed with all my clothes on. Are you crying, Sis?”
“No, I’m laughing my ass off!” Sally exclaimed sarcastically. “What do you think I’m doin’? Of course, I’m cryin’. I just found out that the man I’m in love with secretly raped my own sister on the same day that he raped me. Talk about poppin’ someone’s bubble…”
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