Let's Play a Game Spin-off: Cassandra's upbringing

[Vassal 1,471]

The Farm

Cassandra was back home full-time at the family farm for summer break having just completed her freshman year at college. There she was joined by her older sister, Stephanie, who had just completed her senior year at the same college and was now a couple months pregnant. Being recent grads, Stephanie and her fiancee had not being able to afford their own place yet and thus still lived with their respective parents. The girls parents owned the 90 acre dairy farm and managed the hay fields and dozens of dairy cows with the help of their daughters. The life was rigorous but rewarding, requiring the family to get up before dawn and tend to the cows. The cows always came first, requiring milking in the early morning before they pasture and at night before they are bedded safely in the barn. This tight routine (as cows are picky about their schedules) found the family putting off certain needs in order to tend their herd. The house and barns were towards the front of the property leaving the pastures and hay fields far from any toilet. Anyone with this life would be used to pulling down their pants and squatting down in the fields or in the woods where the girls often played. Why wouldn't they enjoy the freedom and privacy of their own land? Their parents sure did. They'd often bring out snacks and drinks to their parents in the field and be greeted by their father's cock hanging out of his pants pissing onto the ground next to their mother with her pants around her knees with her ass in the air in a high squat letting her bladder drain out below her. Their parents weren't modest in the least. Their mother, Jane, would encourage the girls to wear a simple sundress and panties when they were on walks around the property. She said that it made it easier to pee when they were caught away from the house when the need arose. Jane would often remind the girls how to do it by lifting up the hem of her own dress and gently letting her pee flow into her light blue panties, darkening as they absorbed more and more of her urine before snaking down her legs and splashing to the ground below. The girls would obediently listen to the mother and always show that they were listening by an immediate demonstration. 

The family didn't limit their limit their freedom to just the outdoors either. Often while mucking out the barn with the cows in the pasture the girls would see their father, Thomas, retrieve his penis from inside his pants and piss right onto the floor. The girls always would watch in fascination anytime Thomas would pee against the wall. Watching the stream hit the wall and fan out as Thomas's hot piss cascaded down the wall to the bare floor below. Something they'd try themselves to the laughter of their parents, often soaking their legs in the process. Cassie and Steph's favorite spot to pee was in the hay barn. No matter how much you peed, the hay always seemed to hide it all. The hay barn also had a loft which the girls loved to sit at the edge of, hanging their feet off and peeing out and down to the floor below.

The family's house was an old colonial, heated by a wood stove which would often go out during the night if no one tended to it, leaving the nights to get very cold if you weren't under covers. Especially now that their parents were older, they didn't want to make the trip downstairs in the middle of the night, which is also where the only bathroom was. You could guess the lesson that Jane taught her daughters in this situation. Jane told the girls that they could only wet the bed if it was right before laundry day and had all the mattresses fitted with protectors. In the days before laundry day the girls were left to their own devices to find ways not to have to go downstairs to use the bathroom, even when it wasn't cold. Even now in college Cassie would get out of bed to use her closet as a toilet. Sleepily pushing her hanging clothes to the side and squatting down in her just her night shirt, not bothering to move her panties just inches above her closet carpet, releasing the hold on her aching bladder. Hazily savoring the feeling of the first few moments of total absorption as her wee soaked into her panties, slowly washing over her covered mound and finding its way into the hot folds of her womanhood, sometimes even trickling down the crack of her shapely ass before the fabric reached its limits and gravity took hold of the hot liquid, bringing it back down any path it could, often rolling down her pert cheeks and dripping onto the abused carpet before the main stream burst forth from her poor soaked gusset.  Cassie loved to look at the aftermath the morning after, if she had time before going out to feed the cows she would usually refresh it, this time standing over the cold puddle of her pee, letting it fall from her damp panties and splashing all over her feet. She also loved to sneak into her sister's closet for a wee, always defending her activities by saying fresh carpet was the best to use. This behavior was encouraged by Jane, often inviting Cassie into various closets around the house to use. The two women would squeeze into the small spaces and would be forced to press their bare bottoms up against the walls of the closet, causing their flows to cascade down the walls, leaving a wide puddle on the carpet below. Steph would always feign anger at finding two large fan shaped stains drying on the walls of her closet, but would always join in the fun, squatting and leaning back at the door of the closet, directing her pussy spray as deep as she could into the closet.

It wasn't as if Steph was complete absolved from any deviant behavior in the house either. Stephanie preferred to use container to catch her night's effluence. She had several potted plants in her room and more placed around the house, that she'd use whenever she needed. A trait she shared with her father. At night she opted to hang her butt and legs over the side of the bed and grab what ever was available within arms reach of the bed, which was usually the empty water glass that she brought with her to bed and drain before going to sleep. At the edge of the bed Steph would spread her legs, and with one hand she would grab the empty glass and bring it up to her spread vagina. At this time she was a pro and barely needed to look at what she was doing to aim into the glass. She could tell how high the glass was getting by the sound and heat in her hand as she emptied her bladder into the receptacle. Finishing with a last few spurts into the glass she would usually put it back on her nightstand to empty in the morning. If she found she had to go again later in the night and nothing else was available, or she had more to drink than just that glass of water, she'd usually just let it out all on the floor next to the bed, soaking the carpet just like her sister. Various glasses could be found around the house filled with not only Steph's urine but Thomas's as well. It would seem the two would purposefully leave empty glasses around the house to use as urinals. It was not an uncommon sight to enter a room and find Thomas with his cock deep into a large glass busily filling it up while his daughter was squatting over a house plant making sure it was adequately watered. As a result Jane and Cassie were used to grabbing full cups and dumping the yellow contents down the drain. Neither Tom nor Steph seemed to think it was necessary. 

The day before laundry day was a very special day for the girls. Their mother didn't want to have to wash a million different pairs of sheets so they were only allowed to wet the bed with reckless abandon the day before laundry day. The girls would often try to protest, even now, that they didn't mind sleeping in a wet pissy bed but alas their mother insisted upon this rule. The morning before the girls would wake up extra early, usually with two or three more empty water glasses on their nightstands. Cassie particularly loved this day and always wore her favorite pair of tight, light pink panties to bed. She loved to see how big her pee stain was when she threw back the covers after a full night of desperation as she struggled to hold it in until morning, she always tried to make sure they were completely soaked. She prided herself on being able to hold out until morning, resisting the urge to just soak herself as she laid in bed. Cassie loved the inevitable explosion that happened between her legs, draining into every one of her intimate folds and coursing down her buttocks to the unfortunate sheets beneath her. Most of all she loved how hot it made her nether regions feel as she savored the sweet relief of wetting the bed. 

Being pregnant, Stephanie was allowed certain freedoms by Jane, who knew the full affects of pregnancy on one's bladder. Having the two girls made her have to pee more than usual and had a bit of a permanent affect on her bladder capacity. The same seemed to happen to Stephanie who had to pee almost every half hour it seemed. Steph had all but gave up on wearing panties, opting to wear a simple sundress or long t-shirt when in the house. With her gravid belly this gave her the liberty to let go whenever her growing daughter decided to kick her bladder, which was often, letting out a spurt here and there while walking around the house, barn or property. As a result Jane lifted the laundry day ban for her daughter so she wouldn't have to leave the bed at night. Steph loved to rub this in Cassie's face, often announcing that she had to go to the toilet, only to noisily urinate into her covers while seated on the corner of her bed or lean back and spray the sheets while Cassie grumpily watched. 

To get back at her sister Cassie would sneak into Steph's room and bunch up her comforter between her legs before releasing her bladder. She loved the way the fabric absorbed her hot piss, the instant heat as it soaked her thighs, the sound of her pussy hissing, hidden beneath the folds of the blanket, not to mention the thrill of peeing on her sister's bed. One afternoon while Steph was out at a doctor's appointment, Cassie took the opportunity to wet herself on one of Steph's pillows. Marching up to her sister's room she was greeted by a familiar sound, a loud hissing and splashing coming from inside her sister's room. Just entering the doorway, Cassie was astonished to find her mother, completely nude, squatting on top of Steph's bed, busily peeing all over the covers. 
“Mom!” gasped Cassie, coyly, “That's Steph's bed!”

“I know,” grinned Jane, “but laundry day isn't for a few more days and I just felt like soaking something.” She didn't even bother to stop peeing, and instead spread her pussy lips open and started to sway her hips, trying to cover as much of the bed as possible. “It's not like she'll care, Steph's basically an open faucet at this point, she's been peeing non-stop ever since she got pregnant, the bed was already soaked when I got here.”

Eyeing her mother's hard nipples on her enormous exposed breasts, she decided not to bring up why her mom was naked while relieving herself all over her sister's bed. “Well the cat's out of the bag I guess, hand me one of those pillows behind you.” Wanting to protest, Jane reminded herself of being caught out and reluctantly handed her a pillow. Removing her dress but not bothering to remove her panties Cassie joined her mother on the bed, sitting on top the pillow. Wanting to savor it Cassie slowly let go in spurts, loudly squelching as her honey colored fluid struggled to escape her light blue panties, soaked the pillow in waves, the stain slowly spreading the more she squirted, all the while she watched her mother's waning stream as she refreshed the bed with her own micturition. Shortly amid the sound of two hissing pussies, footsteps reached the room as Thomas stepped through the doorway, his cock already in hand. He was a bit blind-sided as he came to witness his wife and daughter both using his eldest's bed as a toilet.

“Always late to the party, I see,” as he hastily stepped to the side of the bed nearest to Jane and without pause started to pee onto the driest spot of the bed he could find. His hand was soon released from his grasp by his wife, who was now finished with her leak. She delighted in guiding his member as he forcefully urinated on his daughter's bed, trying to make as big a stain as she could, adding his hot pale gold liquid to her own stain while Cassie was still soaking the pillow. 

“No fair! That looks like fun,” Cassie said, eyes glued to her mom's grasp around her father's pissing penis, while letting the last bits of her own pee lazily escape from her lower lips, dribbling into her panties as she stood up from the pillow. 

Suddenly aware of the situation Jane squeezed her husbands cock, whom cut off the flow. “Lets finish this in our bedroom, dear,” leading Thomas out the door by his dick which left drips in the carpet.

Both parents shouted in unison as they left, “Don't tell your sister!” Slamming their bedroom door shut and presumably fucked each other's brains out, leaving Cassie standing on the absolutely soaked bed. Checking her bladder she found she still had a little bit left and simply let it fall through her lips into her wet panties, relishing in how the hot streams found their way down her buttock and down her legs to the pooled  familial puddles at her feet. Finished with her naughty pee, Cassie jumped down from the ruined bed and surveyed the damage, while putting everything back on the bed like nothing had happened, before rushing into her own room and stuffing her vagina with her favorite toy.

Later that afternoon Steph came home, exhausted from the long drive to the doctor's office. She immediately walked up the stairs to her room and plopped down on the bed. It was a chilly, rainy day so she opted to wear maternity jeans instead of the panty-less sundress she always wore. Plus what would the doctor think! Shuddering at the cold damp sheets she tried to think if she wondered aloud if she had peed that much the previous night but simply shrugged it off. Too tired to remove her pants she squeezed her legs together as she peed straight into her pants, warming herself and the bed up as her urine pooled beneath her as she drifted off to sleep. 

[Bacardi 10,134]

On 11/21/2018 at 12:43 PM, Vassal said:

The family's house was an old colonial, heated by a wood stove which would often go out during the night if no one tended to it, leaving the nights to get very cold if you weren't under covers. Especially now that their parents were older, they didn't want to make the trip downstairs in the middle of the night, which is also where the only bathroom was. You could guess the lesson that Jane taught her daughters in this situation. Jane told the girls that they could only wet the bed if it was right before laundry day and had all the mattresses fitted with protectors. In the days before laundry day the girls were left to their own devices to find ways not to have to go downstairs to use the bathroom, even when it wasn't cold. Even now in college Cassie would get out of bed to use her closet as a toilet. Sleepily pushing her hanging clothes to the side and squatting down in her just her night shirt, not bothering to move her panties just inches above her closet carpet, releasing the hold on her aching bladder. Hazily savoring the feeling of the first few moments of total absorption as her wee soaked into her panties, slowly washing over her covered mound and finding its way into the hot folds of her womanhood, sometimes even trickling down the crack of her shapely ass before the fabric reached its limits and gravity took hold of the hot liquid, bringing it back down any path it could, often rolling down her pert cheeks and dripping onto the abused carpet before the main stream burst forth from her poor soaked gusset.  Cassie loved to look at the aftermath the morning after, if she had time before going out to feed the cows she would usually refresh it, this time standing over the cold puddle of her pee, letting it fall from her damp panties and splashing all over her feet. She also loved to sneak into her sister's closet for a wee, always defending her activities by saying fresh carpet was the best to use. This behavior was encouraged by Jane, often inviting Cassie into various closets around the house to use. The two women would squeeze into the small spaces and would be forced to press their bare bottoms up against the walls of the closet, causing their flows to cascade down the walls, leaving a wide puddle on the carpet below. Steph would always feign anger at finding two large fan shaped stains drying on the walls of her closet, but would always join in the fun, squatting and leaning back at the door of the closet, directing her pussy spray as deep as she could into the closet.

This should be encouraged by everyone.

[Valenta 50]

@Bacardi i totally agree with that it should be encouraged

[new2this 128]

Awesome.  Welcome back, sir.

[wetwulf 3,324]

Ohhh @Vassal, that was so hot. More!