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So here I am again. Hopefully you remember me... I inherited a second mom and a raunchy step-sister that likes peeing. I thought that was the end of it, but it just got weirder this morning:

I crawled out of bed and headed down the hall to the bathroom because I just woke up and had to go. We usually keep the door closed and just open a crack, so I grab hold and swing the door open to find both my moms. My step mom is sitting naked on the toilet and my mom is sitting half-naked on her legs.

"Oh, hey son." (Like this is completely normal???)

"Sorry didn't know it was occupied."

Step mom, "You can use the sink if you need to."

"I think I'll just wait..."

Then as I turn back out of the room, I see my sister slide by me and now with me in the hallway, I watch her completely remove her sleep pants and hoist her butt up on the counter. Within moments she is peeing in the sink.

"Hey squirt, I got some wicked morning breath. You got anything to help me fix that??"

"I'm going to go get dressed."

That was it... so from what I can tell, my mom and my step-mom were peeing in the toilet with my mom going on my step-mom. Then my sister shows up and just uses the sink like it is something she does regularly. Now all of this might make sense, EXCEPT for one MAJOR issue; there are THREE bathrooms in our house. The one where all this occurred, one in the master bedroom that my moms share, and a very open half-bath in the laundry room off by the kitchen. When I say open, it is a laundry room with a toilet and sink, no walls or privacy if multiple people were in the room. I guess things are going to get stranger, I will keep you posted when something new occurs.

I felt like getting into the Holiday... and honestly since this was the 1st story I ever wrote, I'm sure some of the folks here haven't read it before (You'll see how much my style has changed.....):

It all started with a dare.

Everyone hated grandma's egg salad.  So in a crazy game of Truth or Dare Sarah had dared Tina to "relieve herself" in the egg salad.  At first Tina was reluctant, but after some convincing that no one would be eating much of it, no would notice if it tasted worse than usual with the extra ingredient. They snuck into the kitchen, absconded the bowl from the fridge and were off....

But that was last year.

The music from the piano in the other room signaled the all clear, they would have at least 5 min by the selection that was starting. The girls had convinced Grandma to go join in while they stayed and watched the turkey in the oven. This would be the last group Thanksgiving they would attend before going away to college, which helped convince Grandma to leave them in charge. Tina quickly worked to open the oven and pull the tray forward so the turkey was in full view.  Meanwhile Sarah was busy reaching under her short white dress to pull down her thong panties. With one leg out she let her thong cling to her other leg while moving into position. She straddled the oven door as best she could before lifting her dress high, she could feel the heat of the 350 degree oven radiating on her uncovered muff... it was making it hard to get started.  Beyond that the butterflies from what she was about to do just made it worse. She and Tina had drunk so much water the ache in her bladder wanted to relieved. Tina was at the table with her own skirt up busily moving into position to add her "secret ingredient" to the egg salad this year. After the whole bowl was devoured last time and rave reviews from the other relatives, Grandma had made a BIGGER batch this year. Tina had shaved her bush off for just this occasion.

It took Tina no time to get started, just relax and... Go. After all she had been practicing in TONS of places since the last time she did this. She had started practicing in the woods behind their grandparent's house on overnight visits, she would drink tons of water then excuse herself for a walk, they were never the wiser. After she perfected standing nothing held her back. She had a few favorites, mostly sinks and trash bins, but there was the time she got busted peeing on the floor in the bathrooms behind the gym. She thought she was alone and no one would be around... she stripped off her lower garments and had been in ecstasy for bit watching as her golden flow splashed and pooled on the tiles near the floor drain. The hissing and splashing had covered the sound of the door opening behind her; the janitor had entered the room. "Young lady, what are you doing?!" Nothing to reply, it was too obvious... she figured she would get suspended for sure. "Look, just finish up... I was about to mop here anyway. Never do this again and I won't report you." It took all her effort to finish at that point; she squeezed out a quick amount and closed off her flow. She had been wearing a skirt on purpose, so was able to dress hastily and leave, thanking the janitor profusely as she did. Tina knew she only got away with it because he wanted to watch...

Back in the present, Sarah had finally started to relieve herself. Her catalyst had been the sound of Tina behind her modifying the egg salad. Sarah pushed hard to get as much out quickly, her fast stream of honey water splashing off the tight skin of the turkey. Tina had finished and was ushering Sarah to do the same... the singing in the background was reaching final refrains. "Sarah, quick move around to the side and get some inside the turkey." She rushed to reply by relaxing, her stream drooped to normal and she was able to step around without completely stopping. A slight pelvic adjustment and her aim was perfect. Sarah pushed again with all she could and the torrent resumed.

"Shit, that's the last bars of the song, better finish or stop!" Well finishing was not possible Sarah was still at least a quarter full. "Oh God, Tina grab the baster!" Sarah squeezed tight and the flow stopped, she immediately dropped to crouch next to the stove and shuffled her skirt down and slid her bunched up panties high enough above the hem line to hide them when she stood. The next second Grandma was buzzing round the corner. "How�s things looking girls?"
"We just finished basting it again and I was checking the stuffing," Sarah had replied involuntarily.
"Oh, well you girls run along, I'll take it from here. Looks like about an hour and a half before we eat!"

Sarah stood sloooowly to make sure it looked natural. Then she grabbed Tina by the wrist and the two vaporized in a speedy getaway. Safely outside, the two girls spoke in elation about pulling it off, every detail was recounted as they walked further from the danger zone. They had just reached the wood line when Sarah stated she still wasn't empty and the nervousness of nearly being caught had actually given her a bit of a refill.

Tina suggested she knew a good spot that she often used when she was visiting. Leading the way the girls wandered slowly into the deeper brush.

Continued.....

A little further in, a sudden jerk to the arm brought Sarah to a squat next to Tina. "Shhhhh... look." Glancing through the branches they could just see someone in the clearing ahead. Squinting they realized it was their younger cousin Ashley.

From their vantage they watched, Ashley was looking around nervously and pacing, she would stop to fidget a little, then pace, look around again, fidget, and pace. Just as Sarah was about to stand up and head over, they saw Ashley's true intention. As they watched she surveyed the trees and took position with her back facing one. Ashley fought with the fly of her jeans nervously and in one motion pants and panties were below her knees. Arching her back she fell lightly into the tree for support. The other girls could see her small developing bush nestled around her slit. After what seemed like an eternal pause in this spot, it happened... well not so much happened as erupted! Shooting forth with unbelievable force shot an arc of water clear piss. The arch was a good 4 and 1/2 feet high and probably 7 feet long!! Tina and Sarah gasped in amazement watching something neither of them dreamed they would ever see. Both unconsciously had a hand under their respective skirt, rubbing on already aroused clits.

The flow was steady and constant; Ashley opened her eyes on to the act she was perpetrating. Marveling at the skill she was performing, she was struck to play. She quickly shifted her hips and the arch wavered from it spot flying to the left then back to the right. She reached down now and spread her lips; the arch increased its max range. The other side of the clearing was not much further; she had a goal to make! Ashley shifted her pelvis and leaned farther down the tree trying to stretch the distance a little further. Tina and Sarah watched getting more and more excited at the control involved and began working their hands faster and faster. With a low grunt, Ashley pushed all she could and closed the gap!

"AAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Ashley startled, her stream spraying everywhere, her pants were back around her waist before the last of her stream hit the ground. Sarah pushed into the clearing and Yelled, "Ashley, wait!" Poor Ashley froze in fear... the blood already rushing to her skin in a blush; she turned to see Sarah coming toward her.
"That was amazing Ashley!" was the next thing heard, this came from the bushes still. "Y..Y..you were watching?!?!" replied Ashley, her face already red she felt the flush spreading down her body.
Sarah spoke, "Well yeah, Tina and I were... sorry if you are embarrassed."
Tina slunk out of the bushes and across the clearing. "Sorry for freaking you out, that orgasm was too intense to keep quiet."
Incredulous Ashley inquired, "You were masturbating too?!?"
"Let us explain," started Sarah.
"Yeah, chill for sec. We were coming out here to do the same, right Sarah?" muttered Tina.
"Well yeah... not quite THAT, but we needed a piss. We ducked down over there to wait for the coast to be clear because we saw you."
"There was no way we knew you were about to do the same, then we were mesmerized once you started. You got some real skill!"
Ashley spoke next, "I don't believe you! You're just being mean!"
The smiles dropped off the girls' faces, then Sarah's lit back up. "Alright then, we'll prove it!" She lowered herself to a wide legged squat and flipped her dress up to reveal herself in front of Ashley.

"After that wicked pop off I could use another too." Tina replied as she fidgeted her hands under her skirt and just slid her panties to the side as she squatted next to Sarah. It was hard to start again, even though Sarah was almost 3/4 full. With eyes closed she felt the signal trace down her like always, then seconds later she was peeing. It felt so good she sighed and dropped into a deeper squat. Tina had seen Sarah start and with very little effort was able to begin as well.

Ashley was stunned wide-eyed! She had never seen anyone else peeing... male or female, and now there were two twin streams nearly at her feet. Her gaze darted back and forth, unable to decide where to settle. Tina's flow drooped first and ceased with a few small drips. Sarah was still in full flow. "You really weren't done in the kitchen, eh girl?"
Sarah only looked up and said, "Well I had to drink a lot more to get up the courage, besides I had more to cover too."
She pushed a little and the torrent increased, hissing loudly. After about 10 more seconds it slowed and was completely gone, leaving only drenched leaves and a puddle soaking into the earth.
Sarah stood and put her panties back in proper order. Ashley was still dumbfounded. "I thought I was the only one...," whispered Ashley. "Wait, what did you mean by 'done in the kitchen'?"

"Weeelllll, may as well come clean, I was 'fixing the egg salad,' like last year. Plus Sarah was 'basting the turkey'."
"You don't mean...  I should be disgusted." Was Ashley's reply. She had not realized she was squeezing her overdeveloped breast through her vest jacket and sweater. "I've been peeing in the shower since I was young. When I was 5 my mom used to let me do it once in a while if I really had to go. It was really fun, it was the only time I could stand and just let go. Then after I could shower by myself, there was nothing stopping me. I would drink a lot at supper and hold it till bath time. I never imagined you..."

The other girls shared their stories, Tina about peeing in sinks... she especially liked when there was a mirror so she could watch her reflection. Sarah was still a light-weight, she had only managed to sneak into the backyard a few nights, she had even managed a daring one in the front yard, but only once. Ashley admitted that this was really her first outside attempt; she had been training in the shower for most of her 15 year old life. Her first triumph was accidentally peeing over the top of the shower curtain while lying on her back... her second had been hitting the ceiling! "The stain is still there as a reminder," was her last sentence.

They had all been getting very warm listening to the retelling of past exploits, Tina had her hand down her panties for quite a while, Ashley had shed her vest jacket on a nearby branch and had pushed the sleeves of her sweater up, Sarah had remained fairly composed... but was beginning to quiver with excitement.

Continued...

Sheepishly Ashley said, "I have to go again... anybody else?"
"Not quite yet for me."
"I'm good; we need to get some more drinks." Replied Tina.
"Not going for power this time, just normal OK?" The girls just nodded. Ashley stepped over to the middle of the clearing and began the standard routine. Pants down, then panties, spread her stance and lean back a bit... then it was just a quick signal to her bladder. The stream was normal except for landing a clear distance from her feet. Tina finally gave up fighting the urge and removed her T-shirt; rarely wearing a bra meant she was now topless. She walked over to stand near Ashley, as she leaned forward to drink from the flow, Ashley stopped.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!???!!!"
"Don't be a prude... that is so clear it will be just like water. Besides I need something to drink if I want to go anymore."
"That is just sick!!" Ashley stated through a grimaced face.
"Well unless you plan to not eat turkey or egg salad you are going to be doing basically the same." Tina moved around to kneel in front of her.
Almost inaudibly, "Ohgodyou'reright"
"So let me drink!" Tina asserted.
"I'm not sure I can start with you in front of me..."
"Just relax, there is no difference... you'll see. Try."
"O-okay, here I go." Ashley concentrated... eyes shut.

The wind blew past slowly.

NOTHING.

She automatically reverted to her first instinct... push; it was the only way she knew she could start again. Her flow came hard and fast now, drenching Tina's perky tits. Tina shifted and brought her open mouth into the path of the spray. She let it fill her mouth and swallowed. Three more times, before she moved and put her lips right over Ashley's open hole.

Ashley shuttered but did not stop. Sarah watched intently as the two stayed locked together. When Tina released she was panting heavily, but Ashley's slash was over.
"I feel left out..." Sarah spoke disheartened, "but after that show I need some relief too. Still thirsty?" Instead of reaching for her panties she grabbed the hem of the dress and drew it over her head to remove it.
"YEAH!" Tina stood and shook off a little as she replied. The spent pee on her skin was mostly dry, but a few drops fell away.

"Come on Ashley. Strip down and join me. I've always wanted to see those D-cups anyway."
"W-wh- Ahh, What the hell."
"That a girl!" Sarah triumphed.
Tina helped her remove her sweater and tossed it on her T-shirt starting a pile. Ashley helped herself out of her bra, which she folded and stacked on the sweater. Tina stared wild eyed at the round fullness of the recently released breasts, nipples short but fully erect from the chill and excitement in the air. The three moved into position: Ashley squatted to the right of Tina who was kneeling in front of Sarah's naked slit.

Tina opened wide and pointed at her mouth before running her pierced tongue round her lips. This made Sarah giggle and Ashley just smiled silently. It took a bit for her to get started, but soon enough the faintly yellow tinted piss started its gravity ride to Tina waiting mouth.

Tina filled her mouth and swallowed hard drinking it down. A shift of the hips and Sarah was aimed at Ashley. Not sure what to do, she just stared as the stream cascaded like a waterfall between her cleavage. Sarah aimed directly at the girls aroused nipples before going back to Tina's mouth. Filling up again, Tina instead swallowed only most of it; she reached over grabbing Ashley and kissed her. Forcing her tongue inside the girl's mouth she expelled the still warm urine inside as well. Ashley could not fight and swallowed by impulse. The warm salty flavor was new but not unwelcome or displeasing. They continued to kiss beneath the slowly drooping fountain.

Tina broke off the make-out session to clean the drops from Sarah. Ashley's world had closed on her... her vision was blurred, her head fuzzed and faint. Never had she been kissed with so much passion..... Strike that, she had never been kissed before by anyone! Dazed for what seemed like minutes, she continued to glare blankly at Tina still licking Sarah's pussy. Sarah was busy removing her bra when Ashley crawled forward next to Tina.

"More..."

"More... please..."

"Want more..."

"I think we broke her..." was Sarah's reply.
"Well we better fix her or we'll have big trouble." A few shakes and some pats to the cheek were enough to bring Ashley back to normal. "I'm so sorry guys, didn't mean to worry you... I've just never felt like that, soooo goood. I still want more, but I won't lose it again."
"Good then you won't mind if I do this." Tina shifted her hands bringing one onto Ashley's breast and leaning forward began to suck on her other nipple. The girls intertwined and played with each other for what seemed like hours, all reaching multiple climaxes.

Huddled together in the afterglow the chill in the air became quickly apparent. The girls decided on one last release before heading back to the house. They argued about the position and finally decided. They stood together in a circle, well triangle, and on the count of three let fly. The streams arced away in cloned perfection, converging in the center and splashing off of each other.

Tina's flow ebbed first and disappeared. As agreed the two remaining fountains turned on her soaking her legs as she dropped with open mouth to catch the nectar. Sarah was next and mimicked Tina, Ashley turned to pee into her waiting mouth.

Finally all three were finished. They started to dress when Tina said, "Your turn Ashley!" Tina grabbed Ashley's articles and commanded, "Squat and open wide!"
"YOU CHEATED!"
"Yeah but there was no contest, you were sure to win anyway." Was Tina's reply. Ashley stopped arguing because she knew it was true. She got into position with Tina standing in front of her. With controlled bursts Tina filled Ashley's mouth twice. On the third attempt she ran dry at half.

They shook off, finished dressing, and headed back toward the house still talking and giggling.
"Wait!" Sarah stopped and interrupted just outside the door.
"Yeah?"
"What?"
"Ashley, I dare you to..."
"... fix the egg salad next year!" Tina finished the statement knowing full well that was Sarah's intention.
"I don't know... I may need some more practice before I can do that."
Sarah spoke next, "Don't worry we have a whole year to train you, soooo deal?"
"I'll take the Dare!"

I know it has been awhile since I wrote here the first time, but something finally happened again. I'm the guy asked about inheriting a step-sister and shoveling the snowy drive way, hopefully you all remember that.
Anyway, we are both in college now and I will get to the new incident. We were finishing dinner the other night and my moms were being a little flirty, so that may be what started it this time. Sis got up from the table and took her plate to the sink and as she passed back through the dining room made one of her off-color remarks, "I got an oral speech tomorrow and need to practice, so I'm going to be exercising my throat all night. If you bring me something to drink later, I'll let you COME in my room." Now, I think you can tell what she was hinting at me providing her in that comment. Normally I would just play it off and ignore her entirely, but her room is off-limits to me entirely. I've barely seen in it even in passing, she keeps the door shut and locked and barely slips through when she enters or exits. So I thought to myself that this was a good opportunity.
I finished eating and took my plate to the kitchen as well, grabbed what was left of the gallon of water from the fridge and headed to my room to down it and work on my homework. The water didn't last long, the more I drank my mind kept churning over what I was about to do. This was no fluke this time, it was deliberate and planned. I was taking the "bait" so to speak and knew what was going to go down. YES, I realize that is a bad pun. I could not focus on my own work, but did not want to seem too eager. After about an hour and half, the water had been gone awhile and my bladder was pressure full. I nervously stepped out of my room and down the hall. My moms were on the sofa with something on the TV, but they were busy feeling each other up. I guess they figured we were busy and would not disturb them. I took a couple of deep breaths as I stood in front of her door and knocked lightly. Not waiting for a reply I tried the handle and it gave under normal pressure, and I stepped inside.
I was immediately struck by the decor, punk, pop, porn, pink, purple, and piss. Yeah, I think she pees in her room. I am pretty sure that is why she never leaves it unlocked. Anyway, as I was taking in my surroundings, I hear, "Hey Squirt! So you're going to help me huh?" I only nodded. "Alright, well plop down on the bed and here." She tossed me a stop-watch. "This thing's supposed to be between 2:00 and 2:45. Let's get started." I sat down and she pointed at me to start the watch. The first run was 0:45, flat. We tried it again, and this time going slower she managed 1:23. "Shit!! They say you can get over your nerves if you picture the audience naked. My imagination sucks, so strip!" At this point she dashes over and literally takes my shirt off and goes for my pants after. In nothing flat my boxers and pants are at my ankles and I'm back on the bed, just about naked. She starts the speech again and I can see her staring at my dick the whole time and my dick is responding. This time she managed 1:54. "GRRRR!!! Fine you little twerp, see if you last any longer!!" She takes the stopwatch from, resets the time, and immediately starts giving me a blowjob... aggressively. She is rolling her tongue over my head as she bobs up and down, sucking on the tip, then slamming all the way to the back of her throat. I could feel her uvula drag against my head before pushing against the back and curving down. Her tongue licked my shaft while she was jacking me with her hand and then right back in her mouth it went. I think the only reason I did not pop was my full bladder, but eventually I couldn't last and exploded in her mouth. She swallowed all of it, with her lips touching my balls.
She cleaned me up and then looked at the time on the watch, it was 3:00. "Fine you little fuck, you proved me wrong... I guess I have to give you a reward." With that she took off her shirt, popped her bra and tossed in my face. She just stood there in front of me playing with them. She is well endowed, the bra tag was 34FF.  She knelt down again and told me to stand up. "So's my drink ready yet?" Of course after cumming and still being full I was ready to go, but the setting was so bizarre the more I concentrated, the harder it was to get started. She reached up with her hand and just held my dick while lightly stroking the head. It was far more effective than expected. I started with a few drips that she licked up, then I had to push a bit out before the gate went full bore. She greedily drank from my dick like a straw again; I could actually feel her sucking it out of me. It was strangely satisfying. After a bit she took it out of her mouth and let me take it in hand. I soaked her breasts and her face; she acted like she was in the shower, splashing and rubbing herself down. When I started to wane again it went back in her mouth and she swallowed me dry. She stood up drenched in my pee and pushed me back to sitting on the bed. She tossed the watch at me again and said, "You pee like you fuck, long and hard. I feel really good wet like this and you peed for 1:40 if you look at the watch. Let's run through the speech one more time." We did just that and she got it perfect, 2:20; no long pauses and not too rushed. "So they were wrong, it isn't imagining the audience naked. You should imagine yourself naked in front of the audience. She lifted her left breast and licked some urine still dripping off it. "Alright, since you helped me out you get one more prize." She began unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her legs. As she stepped out of them she said, "Point to where you want to see me piss. LITERALLY anywhere but my posters, porn, or TV." I quickly looked around the room; I was sitting on the bed, so I eliminated that. There was a pile of lingerie in one corner, so I pointed there.
When I looked back at her she was totally naked, her pussy was shaved, she had a piercing in her clit, and her slit was the smallest I had ever seen. Actually it was the ONLY one I'd seen in person so, there is that. I expected her to walk over to the pile of bras and panties, but she came and stood right in front of me. She bent slightly at her knees and pulled up on the ring. In milliseconds she was shooting a clear stream across her room to hit the undies. I could not decide to stare at the source or the destination, but she fixed that for me. I watch her buck and sway in her stance and then darted my eyes to see the stream jump and dance. She was doing her best to cover everything in there. After a time I think she got bored, because she pushed me over and turned to bring her strike down directly on her pillow, standing at the end of her bed, peeing on her pillow. Her flow stalled and ended soon after that. She ran her hand over herself down there and licked it clean. Locking onto my dick again with her eyes, "Hard again, huh?"
"Actually I really need to pee again..."
"FINE! YOU BETTER be ready." She turned and guided the head of my dick into her butt. It was warm like her mouth but tighter and maybe my dick was getting used to the sensation, because my pee released with no effort. So yeah, we were both naked, basically both sitting on the end of her bed, and I was urinating in my step-sister's ass. I stood her up so I could stand and feel a bit more natural, she moaned and grunted as I filled her up. She was folded at the hips and I was really surprised there was no back flow. When I was done, I slide out and two tiny drops fell. She turned around and sucked my dick clean again, totally non-sexually. Then she grabbed me by the arm and threw me out her door, I heard it lock behind me, and she kept my shirt.

I am totally happy and really confused at this point. She doesn't make as many jokes at me anymore, but she has made some motions to pantomime a blowjob when our moms are not looking. Otherwise it's like it never happened.

(bit of 4th wall, I'd used this idea for an art piece ages ago... now I'm making it a story)

Dear Wet Carpet,

I decided to take my young daughter shopping in the old district today. There are several shops there that sell antiquities and other finery that I enjoy viewing even if I cannot always purchase them outright. On this particular day on of the locations had a "Everything Must Go" sign and several advertisements that indicated steep discounts on most if not all items. We entered the establishment and wandered for some time looking at the wares without much to do, several broken pieces and scratches on what remained on shelf. I was looking over an item attempting to determine the condition when my daughter quietly announced her need for the facilities. Being an in an unfamiliar location I broke away from my inspection to flag down a shop keep and inquire where that might be located.

We happened upon a girl and discretely requested our information. I was most taken aback by her brash response, "Ma'am may I inquire what you need do?"

My daughter must of been quite desperate because she embolden answered, "I need a wee, please."

The shop girl nodded and motioned to follow her, so I believed we were on our way. However as we walked, the attendant continued speaking, "You're in luck at least, if you had said something else I would've turned you away. As it goes you can see that the shop is being shuttered. The lady of the place is in such trouble that she ordered the water disabled at the start of the week and we are still open through the week's end." I was flabbergasted at the concept, but we had reached our destination by then. "If it please you, this is where we have been allowing just the ladies to do their business." At the back section of the establishment, in what appeared to be annexed display space was a large ornate area rug. The design was quite striking however it was clearly stained in many places. There was a tag attached that stated, "99% off," however no base price was given.

"You expect us to disrobe and relieve ourselves on this floor covering?"

"I'm afraid you've no other options, except to leave to the alley behind here. Terribly sorry."  My daughter was already stepping to one edge and beginning to prepare her undergarments. There was going to be no dissuading her at that point, so feeling my own want increase exponentially, I decided to acquiesce and consort with her. I carefully stepped to a corner near my daughter and began my own removal. Once properly prepared I waited for my womanly parts to release and demurely whetted the fibers below. My daughter has a hardy build and her micturition is somewhat forceful by nature, so she was covering a great deal more material than I. She was being rather rude about it as well, fidgeting this way and that and making a quite a scene. About here is when I noticed our helper had adopted a very unladylike position of remaining standing to take her respite.

While engaged in our activities, another woman stumbled into the room and was quite shocked at the spectacle, as she nearly retreated post haste... so much so that she had actually turned on heel to leave, when she froze and glanced over her shoulder one more time. Clearly mesmerized, she returned to a forward facing position and cautiously approached. Seeing that we were not going to cease or shoo her away, she wordlessly motioned to an empty and dry section. When we nodded, she quickly removed her frilly underlings and carefully lowered herself to a full seated stance with her feet planted and knees aloft. It was with little hesitation that she soon joined our queer scene and added her own effluence to the fraternization.

We each took in turn to finish, the shop girl was first and simply put her garments back in place, my daughter next seemed quite proud of the disarray she had caused. I noticed that she had not been wearing any attire under her skirt and I chastised her for it as she knows better. Once I was done, I gently wiped with a dry section and corrected my own dress. By the time I stood, our last guest was just waning and seemed quite enraptured with the experience. I finally took full stock of the ersatz lavatory in the light coming through a dingy nearby window. I immediately recognized that the colors and patterns would suit a room with currently only alabaster and in need of a treatment. I turned to the shop girl and probed her for the price, "Well my lady, back before this week that would have been quite different than now."

"Yes, I understand. I am actually interested in this and willing to make the acquisition here and now."

"Considering that we expected this to end up in the rubbish bin, I'm sure we'll take whatever you're willing to give for it."

"Very well, I will pay at the counter. You may continue to utilize it in this manner until the shop closes. Simple dry it out and have it delivered after that."

Come the following Sunday, it arrived and was placed in the room. The discoloration fit quite nicely and there were no longer any points where the original color showed. I made sure to have it aired out for the next two days before it was permanently set. My daughters, all four of them, have started to make a game out of using it and several afternoons when the ladies are over for tea, it has continued to perform the same duty in the shop for more than eight fannies simultaneously quite admirably.

So yeah, I did a new story finally... for what it's worth. Not going to bog this down with too much detail, but I was supposed to post this around New Years and then decided it needed a bit more work. Now that we have the holiday with an animal mascot, I'm posting. ^_~ As always, let me know what you think.

Goldenlocks and Pee Bears

Goldenlocks had just finished off the last of her water and headed out into the forest for some fun on her walk. She bounced along skipping down the lane enjoying the weight and pressure from her quickly filling bladder and the puffs of air blowing under her skirt with no under garments. She knew it would not be long before she needed her first release. Veering off the path she started looking earnestly for a good spot, supposing to find a tree stump or hollow log. Ahead in the distance something caught her eye and she scrambled closer to confirm what she saw. Within a few more feet there was no mistake, she stood in front of the entrance to a small dwelling and the door was standing open in a very inviting manner... Peering inside Goldenlocks saw there was no one around and slowly stepped further through the door.
“Who would leave a door open if they are not going to be present?” a very rhetorical question as she glanced back out into the dense forest around her. “I suppose this is very secluded, but I would never do such a thing.” Her call of nature sang out again, remembering what she was doing out, and what she was looking for, both seemed to be answered by where she was now standing. “I had hoped to find a burrow or nest to use, but never did I expect a whole domicile!” Goldenlocks began looking around the rustic interior and wondered who might live there, but cared very little if she ever got an answer.
She entered what appeared to be a sitting room and there were three chairs. The first was too small and all wood, in the middle there was one with plush cushions and wooden arms covered in material as well, and finally a large wicker rocker. Quickly she climbed into the second seat and squatted on the arms facing into the soft upholstery. Goldenlocks was quite ready for release now and began spraying down the back and seat with the force of her golden flow. Realizing she would drench too much if she stayed, she climbs down and walked around the room. Here she located an end table with a nut bowl, standing with her skirt lifted; she released a torrent into the bowl for only a moment. Goldenlocks made her way to the opposite end of the sofa and pompfed her naked butt there. She began again with a long high arc, making sure to shoot the whole length of the seat, and aiming again to hit the table. She soon finished with several hard squirts and decided she was hungry.
Goldenlocks stood and straightened her skirt, making sure to remove all the wrinkles in the pleats. Her nose caught the scent of food and being satisfied with her appearance, followed the aroma to the kitchen. Set out on the table were three bowls of noodles. A slight whiff of the smallest and she knew it was too spicy. Inspecting the middle one there was not enough water to make the noodles soft, carefully she sat the bowl on the floor and moved her dress high enough to step over. If Goldenlocks was correct, then there was just enough of her own water left to top it off. Unfortunately not being able to aim, Goldenlocks had to carefully position herself over the bowl. She could feel the steam tickle her as it rose and used it to get the approximate location. She rained into the bowl and felt it splash lightly on her knee-high stockings, however now that there was enough warm liquid, she had to wait for it to steep again, so she placed the bowl back on the table. Finally she arrived at the biggest bowl, finding it full with real slices of beef and tons of vegetables, she devoured instantly. Now with a full belly, it would not be long before something else was full again too. Goldenlocks knew when she plays with herself that she always got her fuller there faster.
She continued to explore the house with more interest in the décor, but always with an eye for the next place to soak. Going down a hallway she found three rooms, the first had a huge bed but it was very plain and dull colored, the second room had a futon bed that was only on the floor, and the final room contained a bed covered in stuffed animals with bed-knobs on the footboard.  Goldenlocks began to strip off her dress as she entered the room and clambered onto the bed. Her feet recognized that there was a plastic safety cover under the sheets, as she grabbed an animal that looked the softest and cutest for rubbing herself with, she enjoyed that feeling until the fur was matted with her juices; she tossed it to the floor and deftly placed herself above a bed-knob. The girth of knob slowly sliding inside as she sank lower and lower, before pumping and bouncing until her first climax. After another... and another, she slid off, fell face first into all the animals, and was fast asleep.
The bears returned home to find things looking amiss. Mother asked, “Did either of you do this before we left?” Both younger bears shook their heads and answered their mother saying they intentionally waited to go while on their walk. They inspected the wet chair, settee, and overflowing puddle around the nuts on the end table before moving in to the kitchen. As they entered they found one large empty bowl, one clearly with effluence in it, and the last completely untouched.
“Who goes in their food without then consuming it? That is truly a waste I will not tolerate!” The middle bear said as she slurped down the noodles.  Hearing sounds from down the hall they recognized it as a splashing sound and moved quickly to find the source. There was Goldenlocks in the youngest bear's room, her derriere up in a quite undignified matter. Erupting from her exposed muff, shooting well off the end of the bed; Goldenlocks was again relieving herself and submerging the rug in the middle of the room.
Mother bear sighed heavily and left the room. A few minutes later she returned naked with "Papa Bear," her youngest daughter's favorite extra-large strap-on, to find her daughters at the end of the bed licking their lips and decidedly more damp than when she left. Since Goldenlocks had finished by then, Mother jockeyed right over the young girl's tiny pucker, knowing the tight hole was the right hole, she now waited for her daughters.  The two disrobed as well and moved to the side of the bed where Goldenlocks faced and said they were ready. Momma thrust into Goldenlocks rear at full speed, the poor girl awoke with a start and opened her mouth wide to scream with pleasure... however as soon as her eyes and mouth opened,  the daughter bears released both their hot streams into her face. They wasted no time moving around soaking Goldenlocks' whole body as mother bear pounded her soundly. The youngest daughter, drained of her nectar, went to a nearby drawer.  She returned with, "The Prince of The Forest" an equine themed strap-on that her older sister liked to have used on her.  Mother bear lifted Goldenlocks and held her back to her massive fluffy bosom, while the young bear penetrated her now waiting hole. The eldest daughter continued by sucking, nibbling, and pinching the nipples on Goldenlocks' petite breasts.
This continued for several more fun filled hours until the sun set. During that time each enjoyed multiple golden showers, all types of penetration, mouths filled to overflowing and swallowed down, tongues in every hole, and dozens of orgasms. Finally they were exhausted, all four females lay cuddled together with Goldenlocks snuggled in fur covered chests and warm friendship. She thanked the bears and left with cheerful goodbyes, but not before being invited back to pee on anyone or anything in the house and of course... lots more sex.

Hey all, super short one for you. I'll likely post again but needed something to break the ice and what I just did qualifies. LOL So you can call me Joan, but details later, I'm on my phone typing this so going to stay on point. I've gotten really comfortable peeing in garbage cans in bathrooms. Doesn't have to be a dirty bathroom, just a single with locking door. Still walking around the bookstore I just did this in acting completely normal. Went into the toilet, saw the there was tank on the back and thought about that, but the bin was full of used towels and feel like using them a 2nd time is better for the environment too. Anyway. I'm standing there pissing away from under my skirt out my muff and I look in the mirror. On the opposite side of the room by the door there's a short plastic cabinet with locks on it and the top doors are broken open. I stop my stream and close my legs so my panties drop and step out of them. I crossover and open the door to find the expected paper rolls.  They looked like used ones with very little left on about 10 to a dozen roll. So yeah, skirt up, stream starts back up, and soggy paper ho! I had more than half my payload spent in there when I hear dripping over the splash and spray, I realize the top shelf is open and all my watering is going down to the NEW ROLLS below. At this point I'm all, "F- it!" I changed my angle and pushed to the end. Collected my panties into my purse, washed my hands (wiped my cunny with the towel), and now I'm waiting in line at the register. Need to pay for the books I'll pee on later. ROFL

Here you go, this'll be short and super simple just to make sure that I've got the idea right:

[Imagine she's explaining this to a friend or relative after it happened]

Hey, I had a weird thing happen the other day. I've been doing a lot of interviews trying to find work since I just graduated college and moved to the different state. The "Girl in The Big City" and all that non-sense, I guess. Well anyway, I had a good prospect and they sent me in for my blood and drug screening yesterday. Nothing too out of the ordinary, they got the blood sample just fine (usually have trouble finding a vein in my tiny arms). Then the nurse hands me a sample cup and I knew I'd be peeing in that, but here's the rub... I had to do it there in front of her. The scene keeps replaying in my mind:

"We'll need a urine sample next, here's your cup. You need to fill it at least to this line here. If not you will have to wait and come back."

"K, which way to the bathroom?"

"I'm sorry, no bathroom. You will be doing it right here with me. You need to be observed giving the sample or we cannot verify it legitimately as yours and not faked. Please completely remove your pants and underwear and pee here."

"Uh, I... uh... O... K... I..."

"Please hurry, we have other people to see."

If I'd known I was going to have an audience I might have put on some better panties at least. I kicked off my shoes and worked my butt out of my tight jeans, then took my panties off. Thankfully I had shaved the other day so my bush was presentable. I stood there naked from the shirt down (except my socks) and I immediately realized I was exposed in front of another women. I'm not gay, I might be a little bi-, but this had me so red faced embarrassed I could feel the heat in my cheeks. She asked if I'd do better sitting and if I wanted her to hold the cup for me... if I was red before, I'm sure I matched a boiled lobster after that.  I decided to stand and hold the cup myself, but now that meant she was just staring at me. Waiting, expectantly, pee anxiety kicked into high gear. After two minutes of waiting, she said this:

"Would you like me to help you?"

"Ummmm...... HOW??"

As she puts on a fresh pair of gloves, "I am going to touch, Okay?"

"Sure?!"

She reached up and began to massage my clit. If I wasn't bi- before I certainly felt it then, I also felt my face go red hot again. She worked in little circles, three clockwise and three back pausing for an up then down and repeat. It did the trick, she finished twice and it felt like everything was going to drain out of me. My pee dripped a few times and then I finally relaxed and started a torrent. It was all coming out now and my nerves had only made me more full. I overflowed the cup in literally seconds and she quickly swapped the cup with a plastic hospital urinal. I finished my business in that and it was almost half full after that. She handed me a tissue and told me I could redress and leave, my results would be sent to the company next week. So yeah, super strange... the other thing is, I splashed her hand with pee when we did the switch between the sample and the urinal and I swear I saw her lick her glove as she turned away to put the lid and labels on my sample. I can't be sure, I was too lost in concentration and relief... but I KNOW I saw SOMETHING.

Alright, there you go... hope you enjoyed it. Just a quick 1 off the top. ^_^

First time posting so, I'll give you something to call me: AshPee. It's really close to my real name so I’m sure you can guess, but just playing it safe. I've been reading for awhile but it never occurred to me to post despite having the perfect thing to talk about. I belong to a local pool, and it used to be communal, but there were some incidents with some of the guys and the owner decided it would be best to split the pool into male and female sides.

The structure was already almost split anyway. The men's changing room was on one side and the women's on the opposite of an Olympic size pool. The owner just build a wall down the exact center and split it into two small full length pools. It may sound odd, but at the time the wall was added they were closing for resurfacing and maintenance. That stopped most of the harassment, except the bathrooms were still on the men's side. A door that locked on the men's side only was installed too and women were given a key to get back. Unfortunately women were still getting bothered when they crossed over to use the facilities. As a result of this, the ladies got accustomed to peeing in the changing room whenever they needed to go. Eventually the hooligans got tired of never seeing anything but guys and left permanently, but the culture had already changed at least for peeing. There is actually a sign in the entrance hallway that reads, "Please be courteous when peeing in this room. Do not leave anything on the floor you do not want to get wet." The second line is there because, since we all pee on the floor regularly, it gets hosed down multiple times a day. The daughter of the owner comes in and does it about every two hours, making sure to pick some things up before she pees herself and then hoses it all to the drain. I asked if the males were allowed the same and she told me the sign on their side says, "If you are caught urinating in this room for any reason you will be fine, banned, and reported to local authorities."

So as you can guess it's rare to enter the changing area and find no one taking a wee... sometimes it is hard to find less than three to five girls going. At least now you understand why I have things to tell you, it had been a regular thing for so long it never dawned on me that y'all might want to hear about my experiences. To open I have a fairly comical one to share. I'm pretty athletic and swim at least once a week to keep my figure. This particular day I had just left the showers and was headed to my locker, I passed by a mother and young teen daughter standing together peeing. I could tell they were related because they both stood with hands on hips and the stream shot forward almost to the wall they were facing before arching down to the concrete floor, I suppose now it could have been her aunt. Just past them was a pair of twenty somethings one was squatting to pee and the other stood brushing her hair and peeing too. They said, "Hi!" as I passed and asked how my day was going. Now I finally reached my isle and there on the bench are three teen girls, completely naked, sitting next to each going full force across the distance from the bench to the locker. That is roughly 4', and it was not like the three arcs were low to the ground. Of course this caught my eye and I stood to watch both impressed and blocked off. I was trying to come up with a reason to stare and not seem rude, so I decided to play a prank on them. I took the towel over my shoulders and dried myself a bit waiting for them to finish. When they were done they glanced at me and I started with this, "I don't recognize you three, but from what you've just done it is clear that you didn't read the sign by the door either. It says 'BE COURTIOUS when peeing.' I know these isles are wide, but when you shoot all way across and block access that is not ver~" and that was as far as I got before I lost it to laughing. To explain it in a way that makes more sense it went like this: I am drying off my boobs, I start talking and throw the towel back over my shoulders, I finish the first sentence and then start peeing on the floor myself, I was naked except the towel obviously and I shave since I wear a race swimsuit, I make a jet that comes down hard and fast in a straight shot to the floor at a sharp angle, so there was no mistake when I started and what I was doing, as I said the part about the width of the isles I bent my knees and swayed to spray from the bench to the lockers and back to the bench, this caused the girls to get a confused / surprised / amused look and seeing that was enough to make me lose the concentration on my tone. I started laughing, which caused them to start laughing and the harder I laugh my boobs bounce and my six pack abs show only then too. I was still going full force and the laughing made my flow erratic, so I turned to keep my pee from splashing them until I finished. Once we all calmed down I told that I was surprised at their control and in the future just to be aware that were blocking the path. They apologized and went about getting dressed. We all left about the same time and hollered at each other, "See you soon." I will write again when I get another good sighting. Until then, "Keep the Carpet Wet for Me."

I am just going to jump right in here. I work in a large office building doing janitorial work. It is somewhat thankless and definitely dirty work, but it has its benefits too. You have all heard of the women with weak bladders from childbirth, well I am one of them. I work a second to overnight split shift and during those hours the floor I work is closed and usually empty. This allows me to pee freely if the need arises and clean it up immediately if I choose to be a bit lazy about where I go. However, my letter is to tell you about another lady I met recently with a similar but different issue.

I was doing my usual rounds one evening on a Tuesday, unlocking rooms, checking the bins, the regular stuff, when I opened a room and heard a strange but familiar noise, it was the hiss of lady filling a garbage can with spent liquid. I followed the sound and as I got closer I could now hear the lady groan with fear and start to apologize. "Sorry, sorry, I can't stop, please don't report me, at least let me explain, I'm so sorry, I just can't, I..."

I interrupted and tried to calm her down, "Hey at least you are going somewhere that's easy to clean. I don't mind, go ahead and finish." She thanked me and continued to give the details of how she got in this situation. So I mentioned that her ailment was similar, see she had a child by C-section and ran into a complication. The baby was alright, but the birth caused some additional nerve damage to her pelvis. This left her with the odd problem of only being able to tell her bladder was full when it was about to burst. The nerves were deadened around it and so the only way she could tell her tank was full is when it's OVERFULL and pushes against the nerves above her bladder or near her opening. She told me that tried several control medications, some had no effect and others made it worse. When I told I had a weak one and would release discretely, she stated that was no good either. Whenever she releases, her bladder is full enough that her stream lasts a minute at minimum at full force, nothing "discrete" there. Being stuck with this malady also meant that her bladder continued to increase in size the longer she went without a regular break, so she usually stops ever two hours and tries to go even if she may not need to at the time.

Now to punctuate this whole thing, she never stopped the whole time we were talking. An at least 2:00 conversation of non-stop releasing, not just a trickle but not full bore either. Her position was in IT and she had been working on the computer in the room, stuck on an error with no clear solution, and distracted so much by the task at hand she lost track of time and got into an emergency where she filled up to her limits. When it hit she knew it was a makeshift toilet or wet clothes with only seconds to decide. She was done at this point and I handed her a tissue to wipe and toss in the VERY full bag. I asked if she minded if I went too and she was totally fine, so I emptied my tiny amount in with all of hers and then carefully pulled and tied the bag and tossed it in the large can I roll with me. I told she had nothing to worry about and I wasn't going to say anything to anyone. As I went back to leave I saw something on my cart I had picked up long ago and just had there with me, it was a set of self-stick file folder tabs in all yellow. I tossed them to her and said if she ever got caught short again, to leave one stuck to the inside of the door. That way I knew the bag needed changed and there was less chance of someone removing it on the inside since she would lock the door after leaving the room. She thanked me profusely and it has worked well for a few months now. I still don't know how she does it, filling a bag over half full, but I guess we all have to deal with our own issues. Actually speaking of that, the plant in the corner looks a little dry. . . excuse me for a minute.

Hey everyone, I found this place after doing some searching about a situation that happened to me recently.

My parents got divorced and my Mom remarried... to another Mom. Which is fine, I have no problem with that. I however, ended up with a new older step-sister. Things have been a little strange between us; she seems to treat me like someone she is babysitting. I am not that much younger than her and she is in college, so you kind of see what I mean when I say odd. The thing that happened just recently though has really altered our interactions... and I can't seem to read her anymore. I guess let me explain first and then it will make more sense.

Since it is winter right now and close to Christmas, it has been snowing recently. My Moms told me to go shovel the walk, I'm getting ready when she comes by and says, "Hang on squirt I'll come help too." She gets a jacket and wraps a scarf around my face and helps me with my gloves before doing the same. We head out to the garage and grab the shovels and get to work. It's fairly slow going, the snow is heavy and there is a layer of ice on the concrete so we have to scrap and chip it loose. We’d been working maybe a half-hour when she stops and turns to me, "I don't know about you, but I could use a warm drink."

I replied, "Nah, I'm not cold but I really need to pee."

"Well if we take a break now, well never get done." She stares at me for a few seconds, then does this fake laugh and starts to work again. Not even a minute later, still shoveling snow she says, "So are we going to do this or what?" I stop and look at her puzzled. She grabs my shovel and tosses both on the walk, grabs my arm and pulls me to the side of the house. She drops to her knees and starts to unbuckle my pants, grabs my dick and pops it out and then as she lets go of it says, " Just aim right, I don't want to get soaked that'll just make me colder... AHHHH~" and opens her mouth with her tongue out. Thank goodness I really had to go; I think the super cold actually helped. My stream shot out and splashed her, so she wrapped her mouth around the head of my dick and swallowed all of it. My whole reservoir drained, I finished with a few spurts and squeezed my dick out of habit even though she sucked the last drops out on her own. "Thanks, that has me all toasty in my core now. I guess I'll do something for you too." This of course turned out to be a BJ. It was really nice, her mouth was super warm and I came in her mouth in no time. "Wow that was a BIG HOT load too. I could feel the warmth sliding down my throat and that was almost as much as you pissed. Alright, back to work!" She bounces up and just goes right back to the walk and grabs a shovel. I get myself together and head back over and we finish with nothing else said.

So, now she's been the same babysitter sort of person, but like everything she says is an innuendo now. I'm not talking subtle either... some of them are pretty obvious; quite a few about drinking me dry again. I don't know if it was a one-time thing or if I should ask or what to do. I mean she is cute in that mousey sister way, unless she's getting dressed up, then she can look stunning. I do like her boobs; they are just the right size... a little too big for her frame. Ack!! What am I saying...? I said I found this place because I was searching, I didn't know people actually drank pee. I'm not naive, just never occurred to me, but clearly she knows about it and has no problems doing it. I'm not going to ask for advice, because I don't think I'll get any here... but if somebody has some send it my way.

Hey Again Everyone!

It is Margo Astra back with more good stuff to share. These just happpened today and I am typing this on my phone in the hotel on WiFi, so if there is grammar or spelling issue... please understand. ON. MY. PHONE. :1_grinning

So, as I said these were both today and I wanted to make sure I got you all the details while they were still fresh in my mind. I was hanging out with the naughty pee girls Lauren and her sister Laura at the hotel for another trade show. I was off hours so to speak, as I was hired only part time for the booth I was working. Now on to what you want to hear, actually context first right? Lauren had a video she found online of an elevator trick. Im sure you have seen them, the button codes that are supposed to put it in express mode? Well her video actually showed both normal operation and override scenarios. We made sure to test it, we dropped Laura on a floor and ran all the way to the lobby. Lauren entered the code and texted Laura to call the elevator from her floor. So heres the thing, it WORKS! The only difference was that the elevator stopped on Laura's floor but the doors would not open. We tried the door open button and Laura actually knocked on the doors from outside and then the elevator went on and delivered us to our chosen floor. So now you can kinda guess what we had in mind. A private carpeted elevator that we knew would not open (YES, we were going to pee in it). We would only have 1 attempt and we were going to try and cover every inch of carpet. The cabin had fully cover floor and up to the railing with carpet. Now as I have said previously, this whole peeing where you are not supposed to is not really a thing for me, but I was on-board here for he the challenge. Besides, the carpet in hotel elevators is made to handle the wet from pool patrons.

Our first try was thwarted though. We got in at the lobby, put in the code, and just as the doors closed a couple stopped them closing and joined us. They got off at their floor and the elevator run us to the top. This was actually beneficial, because we timed it for an approximation. We figured out the full ride would be just about 2:30 (two minutes: thirty seconds), so we knew we were all good. None of us pee more than 40 seconds, even (long-distance) Lauren. When we hit the top floor, we had already started prepping. Pants unbuttoned, thumbs in hemlines, you get the idea. Lauren hit the door close and entered the code for lockout and then the lobby. Laura and I were already half naked before the cabin started moving. I squatted in the middle and did surprisingly well in cover the corner (just about 1/4 of the floor). Since we were going for coverage we did not want puddles, which meant I had to work on controlling my flow. It was difficult, but I think I am going to continue working on it. If I get good enough I could pee anywhere and stop then leave or change places quickly. Laura was in a opposite corner and I was shocked to see she had covered half the floor and half way up one wall in the same time it took me to do my (tiny by comparison) area. Lauren was the real showoff, she stood and literally sidestepped along each wall, swaying her hips and drenching everything from the railing to the floor. When that was totally covered, she stopped in my corner and finished the floor off from across the area. That girl can go and she even had enough left to spot check areas. By floor three we were all dressed again and stand in the middle of very squelchy floor. We hit the lobby and dashed for hallway to conference area and disappeared in the crowd.

However there's one more story to tell. The site that Lauren had used to watch the video had a code calculator for card keys. It seems that an employee for the security company that produced the keys leaked the way they are encoded and that the keys will almost always work for at least two rooms at the same time in the same building. Someone else took that info and created a web plugin that allowed you to enter your room number and output the other room you could enter. There were several comments saying the plugin was not perfect, it was often off by rounding errors and might be the room next to or across from the number it gave. We tested that too with their card and the comments were right, but we got in a room.

Before the door even closed Lauren had kicked off her shoes in the bathroom and was shedding her jeans, Laura was pulling the desk chair down the hall and sitting in front of the now closed door, before getting out of her jeans too. I looked around the room to make sure no one was actually staying there and it was all clear. Real quick though, this was an average room. When you step in the bathroom was first on the left, then the closet, and the room proper from there, desk by the TV and this was a queen single. Now, the girls had wanted to show me a trick they had been working on and you sort of have the set-up already. Lauren was sitting with legs spread on the toilet with the seat down, one foot on the bath and the other on the counter. Laura had her naked butt planted on the desk chair with her heels on the edge of the seat. They were talking about coordination for a few seconds, basically making sure Laura was ready to go. I stood by the desk and looked down at Laura. Lauren started her release and from the toilet was dowsing the wall of the room. So all the way across the distance of the bathroom AND hall and still with a enough force to splash back higher than the desk. Laura started and her stream shot forward and climbed in height passing through her sister's until it hit max distance. SO, here is what you have... one stream blasting through the open door and impacting the wall, while a second stream makes a graceful arch OVER the first and soaking into the carpet on the opposite side. One girl peeing over another. ONE. OVER. THE. OTHER!!! It was the most impressive skill display I had ever seen.  It didnt last very long, but it was super cool. I wanted in the fun, but I was empty, so I told them we would have to do it again sometime when I could join. They agreed of course, I would love to figure out how to get a picture (or  video) of that though, because it will be THREE streams vertically next time.

Not sure when I will get to write again. Trade shows have been pretty slim this year and I am getting some more modeling work but not enough really. I am taking some classes for school again and my time is not as free as it used to be... Anyway, that is enough depressing stuff for now. Hopefully I'll be back with another incident real soon.

Alright, so I am doing this. My sister promised something and expected me to deliver on it again... We likely should not have been here to begin with, if you add our ages together (since we ARE triplets) we might be old enough. ANYWAY, I am supposed to fill in the last part of the trilogy for you so you can stop wondering about it.

As my youngest sister told you we all urinated under the bed and in the water mattress. I am supposed to tell you about "Hide and [Take a] Leak" not "'Hide and Go Pee'", she always gets the name wrong. So yes, after things wound down at the reception, our Mother was helping clean-up and suggested we entertain ourselves for a bit longer before we left. The rules are pretty basic, but slightly different that regular Hide and Seek:

All players split up and find a spot to release (only one spot per player).

Once you finish you return to Home.

If you return home first, you can try to catch another player in the act.

If you are not first, you must wait for all players to return.

Now you as a team head out and look for the wet patches.

Once you find one you have to guess who made it, if you are right, that person is out.

If you get it wrong, then you are out.

There are more advanced rules, but for just three players you get the idea. You can get back in and you can still win if you were out, but I am not explaining all that for now.  Since I have better control over my flow, I can start and stop whenever I want, so I let out enough and then always go hunting for my older younger sister with the bigger bladder. Once a round has ended, the loser has to wet themselves. If they cannot, the winner gets to do it for them. So we played a few rounds and when everything was done, I was the only one with dry pants. I should not say this, because I know the two of them will read it, but I have a secret way to win. When we split up, I find a spot that will soak up or not show my puddle. This is usually a drawer with clothes (I like to pee on bras, especially when they are still being worn), or things on hangers. The pocket of a coat holds liquid surprisingly well. Since I win most rounds, I get to pee all over my younger sisters, and that is a great feeling. Standing with my slit exposed and raining pee all over their crotch, it is a good feeling of power and dominance (and I often get licked dry).

Well at any rate, that is all you will get from me. I fulfilled my obligation to this ridiculous endeavour. My middle sister might write here again, but I doubt you will see me around. I do hope you enjoyed our escapades though and some of the other folks here have expanded my ideas for future fun, but for now... So Long and Goodbye.

Sooo... my sister told me I was supposed to talk about us peeing. Since I'm the youngest, I usually do what I'm told... most the time.

You know about the stuff we did at the wedding in the kitchen, so I won't go over that again, but I do want to say that I love destroying things with pee. I just got a little tingly thinking about someone eating that ice cream. :) ;) If I can pee on it, I want to, and if I can't, I want to figure out how I can.

Anyway, we were at the reception and drinking a bit more than we should to... uhhh, refill(??) and we kept trying to trade out our sparkling apple juice with the champagne, except we had plastic wine glasses and they were in the real deal. We did manage to mix some in with a couple glasses, but not the whole cup. We only wanted it because we knew it would make us have to pee faster. That worked with enough of what we could steal. Then we sorta wandered off with no one looking into another section of the house, not a huge place, but big enough to disappear down a hall and into a room... with a waterbed. Older sis, not middle sis (from last time), is really smart. She spends her free time looking at all kinds of random web stuff. She went to the corner of the bed and found the plug to add extra water. So we took turns adding our water to the bed. It really was a three girl job, two to hold and one to pee, who had to work on aiming. We were giggling the whole time about "peeing in bed" and I just got another tingle thinking about my cousin and her wife having sex on our pee and wondering how long it will be before it gets drained and replaced.

Of course we couldn't be gone long, so we crept back to the party and started the routine over again. It was a bit easier to drink this time; we were downing soda and water at this point, since they had put out the buffet. In no time we were full again, thanks to the "break the seal" situation. We also had a better chance to sneak off too; people were sitting together and chatting, so when we walked by with plates and cups they thought we were just going to find a place to munch. We did find a place, it was another empty bedroom and we were going to eat, but we were just going to be relieving ourselves while we did it. Now middle sis told you we could pee all at the time and this is when we did it. The room was set up with the bed perpendicular to the door, so you could not see the far side of it. We put our plates down over there and squatted down after getting half naked. The bed had a long cover on it, so we threw it up and over our knees and let it drape down to our waists. That meant we couldn't see ourselves going, but neither could anyone else. We waited until all three of us were steady and comfortable and then we counted down, older sis: three, middle sis: two, me: one. You could just hear all three streams patter into the carpet under the bed. We swished and swayed a bit and I pushed really hard and saw the cover flutter on the other side of the bed just a little, so I know I shot far enough to hit it. I can do a bit farther than my sisters if I really want to try. Since we all knew when we were about to be empty, we lifted to see our damage and pushed our butts out so we could soak the cover over our legs. We watched the material darken from the top with our urine squirting into it from underneath. Then it was used to wipe of course.

Okay, middle sis says that's all I'm supposed to tell you. Except that we also played "Hide and Go Pee," but I think older sis is supposed to tell you about that if you do the same as last time. She says as long as we get close to the same response, older sis will be back to talk some more about our fun times. I really like talking to you all, let me know you like talking to me tooooo~ :)