Sibling Rivalry

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

[Fiction of two sisters - female desperation, wetting and masturbation]

 

“Who the fuck is phoning at this time?”   Those were my first thoughts, I’d just got comfy and was dozing off nicely.  When I saw the phone screen it all made sense.

“Ah, Weeze, thank God you’re still up - I need you to do me a bit of a favour….  I’m in town and my train has been cancelled. Can you do your little sis a favour and pick me up?  Quick as you can, it’s getting late.”

‘Tell me about it being late!’ I thought to myself.  Darling sister Pippa, little sister and spoiled brat Pippa. Absolutely typical.

“What city anyway?…..   You’re where!  That’s at least a fifty mile round trip! If you think I’m bringing my car into the city at this time of night you’re having a laugh.”  Quite apart from the mileage, what if anything happened to my car in a city full of drunken idiots and maniac taxi drivers.

 

So that is how, twenty minutes later I found myself out from under my comfortable duvet.  I’d grabbed the first clothes I laid my hands on, my black stretchy jeans and boyfriend’s hoody. His aftershave on it smelt gorgeous.  I’d popped a capsule in the Nespresso machine whilst I grabbed my converse, topping up a travel mug to make a black Americano.  Hopefully the caffeine would wake me up enough to drive safely - I’d obviously been a bit out of it, I was half way out of the back door before I realised I’d thrown my jeans on without any panties. Still, the rough denim didn’t feel too unpleasant at all…

Then it was a quick detour round to Pippa’s to swap cars and then onto the motorway.  After all why shouldn’t it be her fuel, and she wasn’t anywhere near as precious about her car.  No, not precious, just caring.  Still that was just one of the differences between us. She didn’t have respect for much. It’s unusual for a younger sister to be the bully I guess, but she always got away with it somehow. She’d always been the favourite and she always knew which buttons to press to wind me up.  Still does come to think about it.

For one, her stupid nickname she keeps calling me. ‘Wee-wees’.  I mean ‘Weese’ I can cope with, after our tiny cousins struggled to pronounce Louise, but Wee-wees is just her way of constantly putting me down.  And it was her fault anyway - she knew I was absolutely bursting outside the toilet door before she jumped on me.

That was the first time, then after that there’ve been the times play fighting in the garden, that sort of thing. Admittedly she’s stronger than me, so sitting on my tummy or pressing a knee into my bladder is only ever going to end up one way, and yet again Wee-wees has an accident. The bitch.  Of course, what she doesn’t know is my guilty secret, my personal kink of just how much the feeling turns me on. So not all bad I guess.

 

Forty minutes and one mug of Americano later, the motorway had given way to A-roads and then suburban streets and now I was in the heart of the city, on the station car park as it happens.  I made sure I was in clear view of the station entrance so Pippa could find me and phoned her mobile. Nothing.  It just rang and went to voicemail.  A couple of minutes passed, I tried again and voicemail again.  A couple more minutes.

Why is it that when you’re doing nothing but sitting waiting, or standing in a queue or pumping fuel, that your bladder always decides to pick that moment to scream at you?  That of course is exactly what mine did.  I think I’d been for a wee before I got in bed, but I had drunk a full mug of coffee and here I was in the station car park with a rapidly filling bladder.

Five more minutes passed and Pippa was still conspicuous by her absence. I couldn’t believe how desperate I’d got in just those few minutes.  Perhaps when I started driving again the need would ease off, but I knew there was definitely no way I was making it all the way home.  Weighing up the options, to one side was the line of black cabs and their drivers. On the other the main car park but CCTV warming signs everywhere.  Lesser of evils.  At least in the dark I could unbutton my jeans and wedge a hand between my legs. Not only did pressing on my urethra help relieve the pressure a little but it also reminded me of the rough denim seam pressing right into my slit, rubbing on it up and down as I jiggled my legs.

For a moment I was lost in that feeling when all of a sudden the passenger door was yanked open.  I wasn’t expecting that at all and suddenly felt a hot jet of my pee flood the crotch of me jeans before warming up the cheeks of my bum below me.  In the second or so it took me to regain control, Pippa had dumped herself unceremoniously into the passenger seat with a deep sigh.

“You’re a life-saver Wee-wees, I’d be lost without you. I really, really love you you know”

“You’re drunk” I replied.  It seems that whilst I was dragging myself out to pick her up, my darling sibling had been making herself quite at home in the station tavern.  To say I was fuming was an understatement.  This put all of her teenage antics into the shade.

The journey back was quiet. I didn’t feel much inclined to talk to her, although she was pretty apologetic in a drunken rambling way.  Eventually she dozed off and left me to concentrate on the dark drive home. That and my precariously full bladder.

As I drove I could feel myself getting to the point of no return, that usually delicious feeling where the most amazing orgasms happen, usually followed by a quick visit to the laundry basket. Tonight I was too annoyed.  Then the evil thought struck me….  I was in her car after all. Her driving seat. It was a completely dark unlit section of motorway. And I’d already dampened it with the earlier quick leak….

With a wicked smile on my lips I gradually relaxed the hold on my now weary bladder muscles, enjoying the feeling as not immediately, but after a few seconds, the crotch of my jeans warmed again followed by the familiar transfer of the hot wetness downwards.  For a few seconds that steady slow flow spread out and then my flow started to increase. Soon I could feel and hear the gush of hot wee from my pussy, that delicious hissing noise slightly muffled by the soaking denim. Eventually my flow subsided and stopped.

With one hand still on the wheel I explored downwards. The hot wetness had tracked upwards onto my thighs and almost to the pockets, on the bottom of my legs the denim was saturated right to the front of the seat. Thank fuck for leather seats.  The other place my hand landed was of course my crotch again, pressing the seam hard against my clitoris, feeling more liquid squeeze out of the fabric.  I wasn’t quite sure whether it was the wee or my natural juices but I felt like I was literally swimming down there, it was amazing.

I think I was probably just at the point of giving myself a damn good jilling when Pippa stirred slightly next to me, I’d almost forgotten she was there.

“Are we nearly home yet?” She slurred, “I’m absolutely bursting for a wee”.  Instantly a million thoughts raced through my mind, sometimes she’s I can be the evil sister too.

“Nearly, but you’ll just have to wait. We’re on the motorway and there aren’t any toilets.”

“Can you just pull over, I’m really, really desperate.” She continued to drunkenly slur.

Part of me did feel a little sorry for her and it would have been quite amusing to see her pee on the roadside. She’d always been pee-shy before, I don’t think I’d ever seen her pee let alone on a motorway hard shoulder.  Plus a few quick photos of her pissing could do wonders next time she came out with the Wee-wees crap.  But, we were on a motorway and her bladder wasn’t worth risking my license for.

As it was she seemed to doze off again.  In a few minutes we came back into street lights and I noticed her hand pressing down onto her crotch. That made me smile.  Over the next couple of miles I half watched the road and half watched in fascination as she first of all pressed a hand onto her crotch, then worked the front of her skirt upwards to reveal the tops of her hold up stockings, a few inches of bare thigh and then satin panties. I could see she had one hand clenching her thigh whilst the other was, well pretty much doing what I’d been wanting to do to myself a few miles back.

Evidently the pressing on her urethra had given way to some fairly frisky self massage. Although it was my sister I was fascinated watching as she got herself more and more worked up.  Obviously in her drunken state she’d now forgotten I was there, in her drunken state she’d maybe forgotten how much she needed the toilet.  Fairly quickly it was obvious she was at the point of no return, heavy breathing gave way to squeals and as she climaxed she obviously lost all control of her bladder.

In time with the contractions of her orgasm I could hear the heavy gush, this time her urine and not mine, with only a thin layer of satin doing nothing to muffle the sound. Out of the corner of my eye and during glances over I could see the glistening wetness all over her panties, her thighs and soaking across the side of her skirt. I couldn’t believe how quickly so much urine had escaped her body.

Somehow her climax seemed to sober her up a bit and she suddenly opened her eyes, looking at me in horror. It didn’t stop the flow of pee from her full bladder though.

“Did I…  did I just, er did I just cum infront of you?” She asked sheepishly.

“Oh yes, you certainly did.  Well that and the little matter of pissing yourself too.”  I didn’t feel the need to reveal my seat wetting of a few minutes ago.

“You my dear sister Pippa the pisser seemed to be enjoying the full bladder just a little too much.” I added, “Do we need a sister to sister chat?”

And that’s the night siblings became best friends.  The night she begged forgiveness for all the times she’d made me wet myself. The night she confessed how each time afterwards she’d gone into the bathroom or maybe sat on the grass and deliberately wet herself too. The night we confessed to each other how much it had turned us both on, without either of us knowing about the other. The night it turned out that from late teenage years to today we both shared the same fetish.

Today I’m still Wee-wees to her, but I don’t mind any more.  She doesn’t mind being Pippa the Pisser either.

[Sophie 24,412]

Oh my! Just... Wow ! You have such a beautiful way with words painting such a vivid image in my mind. I could put myself right there the whole time. Getting out of bed, waiting in the car park, the quiet drive alone and wetting, pippa peeing too...  Amazing ! 

Now if you'll excuse me I have a little something that needs taking care of... 

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Just now, Sophie said:

Oh my! Just... Wow ! You have such a beautiful way with words painting such a vivid image in my mind. I could put myself right there the whole time. Getting out of bed, waiting in the car park, the quiet drive alone and wetting, pippa peeing too...  Amazing ! 

Now if you'll excuse me I have a little something that needs taking care of... 

Please do.... take as long as you need...  I think I may too.

[wetwulf 3,324]

On 4/2/2020 at 9:51 AM, gldenwetgoose said:

Please do.... take as long as you need...  I think I may too.

I already did. 🤤😉

My god, that was hot. I would love to see more of these siblings.

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Ha ha @wetwulf - I hear a little whisper that Pippa has written a letter to Wet Carpet Magazine.  Do check it out...

Edited April 5, 2020 by gldenwetgoose

[wetwulf 3,324]

8 hours ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Ha ha @wetwulf - I hear a little whisper that Pippa has written a letter to Wet Carpet Magazine.  Do check it out...

I saw that. 😍

[Alfresco 11,638]

Fantastic @gldenwetgoose.   Brilliant writing and a great story line with superb imagery.

[Lutab 1,054]

Great story. I hope you write more 🙂

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

16 minutes ago, Lutab said:

Great story. I hope you write more 🙂

Thank you so much....   This month is finding me with much more time on my hands.

Once an idea pops to mind (or is suggested) I find myself playing over the scenarios that could arise. It has to be feasible, it has to be realistic, it generally is in the first person.  Nearly always there's a real occurrence at the heart of it, an anecdote that's been shared with me and then the rest of the story written around it.

I have written a few other stories and there'll be more to come I imagine....   Search on my name and I'm sure you'll find them.

[Kupar 13,341]

Excellent! I am having fun reading those stories from your back-catalogue 🙂 that I haven't seen before, and this is wonderful. Thank you.

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

[Female desperation, pee and mild humiliation]

 

Hi all, it's Pippa here...   I think you know my older sister quite well - Louise.  Yes, that's her, the perfect one, always looking down on me.

I'm being a little bitchy there of course, we do get on really well.  In fact this last couple of years we get along better than we've ever done before.  I mean there's still that sibling rivalry, it's just that we use it to wind each other up more and more now.  We started getting on better after that time she picked me up from the station one night and we both ended up wetting ourselves. I guess it's a bit of a leveller, having your sister and you both drenched at the same time.

 Did she tell you herself about that?  I bet she hasn't told you about the jokes and wind ups we've had going on since?  I mean it's not like it's all the time, but every so often and it usually is one of us winding up the other.  Are you even sisters if you don't do that?

Like the last couple of weeks, we've been on holiday together - me, her and her two daughters.  It was really good, just like her and me back there as kids again, and completely back to playing little jokes on each other again.  Suddenly jumping out and surprising her because without fail she always doubles over and grabs her crotch, and her making sure there was no loo roll left when she knew I was going for a wee and making me beg for a new roll.  Then me stealing her clothes so she had to drive home from the beach naked apart from a towel.

The biggest one though was yesterday.  We checked out of our holiday home, put the bags in the car and set off.  Half way home she pulled into the services and the kids trotted off towards the toilets.  I guess I could lay blame her for distracting me, but pretty soon we were back in the car and onto the motorway for the second half of the journey.  Then thought suddenly occurred - I'd never thought of going to the toilet.  That was a mistake.  Half an hour went past and the faintest of niggles turned into the 'I could do with a wee', then the 'I'm dying for a pee' stage and on to 'I'm about to burst'.

"Weese Hun, would you be able to stop at the next services? - I could do with the loo, in fact I'm bursting"  but as soon as I saw the evil glint in her eye I knew I was in trouble.  As it was, we took the motorway exit before the next services and onto the familiar roads to her house. Nearly there.... Nearly.   By this stage I was getting a little frantic, foot tapping and legs crossed as each bump in the road jolted my swollen bladder.  Was it my imagination that my darling sister was aiming for the bumps in the road?  I know she's a careful driver, I know her children are in the back, but really, can she not drive a little quicker.

Then to add insult to my injury, a little voice from the back "Mummy, are we nearly there yet?  I think Suki's desperate and I need a wee too."

Louise gave a distinctly pointed smirk in my direction before raising her eyes to look in the rear view mirror "We won't be too long now sweetie, but you're just going to have to cross your legs.  There's nowhere open today, it's a bank holiday".   She did have a point, although about then I'd quite happily have given two my nieces a demonstration on emergency roadside pee techniques.  Right now though just gritted teeth, clenched knees, careful breathing and an unfastened top button would have to do.

Finally the last few turns took us onto Louise's estate - one of those long rambling roads with pretentious new build mansions on little dead end roads.  Finally we were parked on her driveway and not a moment too soon. I swear I could feel a lake of hot piss just being held back at the very tip of my peehole, and threatening to gush out at any second.  Seatbelts were unfastened, Louise got out and started fumbling with her keys.  The two girls, bless them did look genuinely in need and I felt sorry for them as their mum finally unlocked the door.

Talking of need, the fact I'd stood up was a mistake - gravity was now working in parallel with the pressure in my bladder and I could feel my muscles burning and starting to spasm as they fought a losing battle.   "Does anyone mind if I just very quickly dash..."  I began to stammer, feeling goosbumps on my arms in the breeze.

But my darling sister cut me off as she turned to her children "Suki - quickly use the downstairs bathroom before you have an accident, and Rebekah, upstairs.... go. go."

And then she turned back to me with the smile and with the sweetness of a female assassin she calmly delivered the twist of the knife "Sorry, you know what it's like when they're tiny.  But you can wait a couple of minutes can't you?"

We both knew the answer to that one - I'd given up caring, I was literally pee dancing and stamping my feet and then it happened...  the hot spurt that jetted into my panties and tracked down the back of my leg made it very clear in my mind.  "Nooooo..." I squealed, partly to answer my bitch of a sister and partly trying to command my bladder to regain it's grasp.   But no.  In an instant I'd yanked my jeans and pants down in one go, and dropped to a squat right where I been standing. Literally outside, in the street, outside my precious sister's house.  A huge explosive splatter of pee jetted out from between my legs, hitting the block paving in front of me and splashing wildly.  Louise jumped aside squealing with laughter and instantly dropping to her familiar holding herself stance.

My face flushed red as I looked around to check nobody else was watching.  I was partly shielded by the car, but anyone looking at the commotion would have had a clear view.  So as quickly as I could I clenched off my flow and quickly stood up pulling my jeans back up as I did so.  I was of course nowhere near finished, a few more dribbles finding their way across my bum and thighs.  At least I'd relieved the immediate pressure.  I could feel the rapidly cooling dampness in my panties and legs of my jeans as I wriggled and then moved away from my messy puddle.  And not a moment too soon as the youngest of the two kids reappeared, also looking much relieved.

Not a word was said as bags were collected out of the car and we all went into the house.  No words, but lots of very knowing glances between my darling sister and I.  The sort of look from her that said 'I really got you that time' and the look from me that said 'for now, but this isn't over yet...'

 

(To be continued...)

 

 

[Sophie 24,412]

Another amazing chapter @gldenwetgoose! I felt I was right there with them.

I'm excited to see what revenge Pippa has in mind, and what she is going to do with what is left in her bladder. Be afraid Louise, be very afraid! 

Thank you! 

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

1 minute ago, Sophie said:

Another amazing chapter @gldenwetgoose! I felt I was right there with them.

I'm excited to see what revenge Pippa has in mind. Be afraid Louise, be very afraid! 

I have a sneaky feeling Pippa probably already has her plan in place...   and I'm guessing she won't waste too much time putting it into action.

[Kupar 13,341]

Another lovely, and very hot, story - very wonderfully written as always. How you make things so realistic while building tension is just incredible. thanks for being a continuing inspiration!

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

2 minutes ago, Kupar said:

Another lovely, and very hot, story - very wonderfully written as always. How you make things so realistic while building tension is just incredible. thanks for being a continuing inspiration!

Aww shucks.   But thank you.  Sincerely thank you.

[wetwulf 3,324]

I am so glad you have decided to continue this series. Each chapter is hot in its own way.

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

4 hours ago, wetwulf said:

I am so glad you have decided to continue this series. Each chapter is hot in its own way.

Thank you so much @wetwulf  - each time I write it's usually inspired by some real experience that's been shared, and of course if I wasn't there I can let my imagination play on it and build it up.   I do have a follow on ready to type out...   Watch this space.

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

(Female deliberate wetting and masturbation)

 

Hi all - it's Pippa here again, and I just wanted to fill you in on what's been happening since we spoke a couple of days ago.  Well, what a whirlwind!

You'll remember how my darling sister Louise had brought me and her two daughters back from our little holiday, and being the darling sister she is, she'd made me pretty much wet myself when she wouldn't stop the car.  We both knew she may have scored a victory on that battle, but the war was most definitely hotting up.  And it certainly has.  I like to think I've upped my game a little, let me tell you all about it.

So a bit of context first of course - we're sisters, she's the smart, successful professional one and I'm the 'other' one.  The disappointment of the family maybe.  But really we do get on well, all of our jokes and wind-ups are in good fun.  I'm sure she'll see the funny side of my latest antics.  Maybe.  Or maybe not.

Anyway, it was Sunday we got home, me desperately leaking in my jeans and then flooding her driveway, her looking down her nose and smirking - even though it was her fault.  In the time it took me to get cleaned up she'd already grabbed her work laptop and was swearing under her breath as I walked back into the kitchen.

"What am I going to do" she said, "We're delivering training this week in Glasgow and my trainer has tested positive - they want me to tutor instead. Tomorrow morning... What the hell am I going to do?"

Now, despite appearances we do actually care for each other and ten minutes later we'd hatched a plan.  First step was me dropping her at the station at five in the morning with her roller executive suitcase. I promised I'd look after her car, and my nieces (I think those are her priorities in that order) and then drove back to her house, unlocked her door, tiptoed up her stairs, stripped off my comfy joggers and sweatshirt and slipped in between her satin bedsheets.

Next thing I knew Rebekah, Louise's eldest was shaking my shoulder.  "Aunty Pippa, wake up.  We're going to be late for school" 

"What,  wait, what?" I muttered.  "Don't you normally walk your sister and then go to your school?"

"We do - but Mummy wasn't here to wake us up.  Now we're going to be late"

So that's how I was so rudely awakened from my sleep.  I sent the girls downstairs to put there shoes on whilst I got up.  They may be my nieces but they didn't need to see my bare boobs and even less my pee stained panties.  I was just about to pull on my comfy pants and hoody again when I noticed the open door to Louise's walk in dressing room, and a wicked thought flashed through my mind.

Five minutes later I was walking downstairs to the amazed gasps of my nieces.  "You look just like our Mummy" Suki said and as I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror, she wasn't wrong.  The white silky blouse and matching black suit jacket and pencil skirt certainly wasn't my normal look, and neither were the black heels.  I must admit though I did actually feel a million dollars, power dressed like that.

"Well, I guess I will be mummy for the next four days"  I smiled at them.

First stop was Suki's primary school and then her older sister's high school. Beyond that I was a lady of leisure, and decided on a little shopping trip.  First call was coffee and a large bottle of water, then I decided on a stroll through the supermarket.  With Louise away I could spoil the girls with a few treats, isn't that what Aunts are supposed to do.

Now it's worth mentioning at this point that the power dressing was actually having rather a stirring effect, maybe it was the killer heels, maybe the feeling of the silky skirt lining but I was beginning to feel somewhat aroused.  The other thing was, as I clattered around the polished floor tiles the thought occurred that I hadn't actually had a wee since before bed the night before.  I wasn't exactly desperate but could definitely feel my bladder, especially after the coffee. You know that really comforting full feeling that just sort of incites you to want to be naughty...

I was just enjoying that sort of feeling when a voice behind me called out "Louise, Louise, I thought it was you.  How are you, I haven't seen you for ages.  You've changed your hair..."

Right at that moment it hit me.  This was my opportunity.  Time to repay my darling sister.  So, I didn't actually explain that I was Pippa, I just smiled and played along - making smalltalk with this woman who clearly knew Louise.  Of course I knew nothing about her, and cared even less about how her darling brats were getting on at school or how successful her husband's business was.  I did know though how tedious this was and very quickly formed my plan.

Standing with my legs and thighs twisted together, I put on a bit of a fidget and squirm, not quite the full on pee dance, but pretty obvious to anyone slightly less self absorbed.  One hand clenched in front of my abdomen, the other gripping my thigh, leaning forwards slightly.  Mostly I was acting, but of course all those desperate to pee actions were actually making me really need to pee.

"Anyway, It's been lovely to bump into you, but I actually really need the loo.  You know how it is..." I began.  Of course I didn't really expect her to take much notice and she didn't.  Which was fine, it meant I got to up my game a little.

Still playing out the squirming desperation I gradually relaxed my bladder muscles, feeling first of all nothing and then that oh so familiar delicious warmth in the gusset of my panties.  Very slowly at first I allowed my flow to increase and enjoyed feeling the warmth increase, then relaxing a little more to allow a slightly stronger flow which tracked across my bum and trickled down the backs of both thighs.  The feeling was amazing, I was standing in a supermarket, dressed like a bank manageress, talking to some yummy mummy and I was actually weeing.

As much as I didn't want to, I forced myself to stop, clenching hard on my muscles until the immediate urgency to pee subsided.

"I hate to interrupt" I said to the woman, her eyes following as I pointed down at the small yellow pool spreading outwards from my shiny black heels, "but I did tell you I needed to wee.   Now, If you'll excuse me, I really must be getting on.  Wetting always make me really horny, do you find the same?"

With that I turned abruptly and strode off towards the exit.  I didn't dare look back at the woman, for one I didn't want her to see my fits of giggles as her voice faded into the background noise;  "Louise, oh my God Louise, I'm so sorry...  Louise...."

- - - - - - - -

Outside in the morning sunshine I walked across the car park to Lou's car. The cooling wetness on my legs and of course panties was my secret pleasure.  Before I got in I looked around checking for anyone watching.  Not that I cared, I was dressed as Louise, standing next to Louise's car.  Then I wriggled the slim fitting skirt up and pulled my soggy underwear off. I opened the car door, sitting on the sill with my skirt still pulled up.  With my knees together and feet apart I relaxed again, letting the rest of my bladder splatter onto the car park below me. When I was done I used my scrunched up panties to dry myself off a little before throwing them under the car, straightening the skirt and then driving back to Louise's house.

Inside the house I downed a large glass of juice and then a second one, my bladder was starting to fill again from the coffee but nowhere near quickly enough.  Then I kicked off the heels and walked back upstairs to Louise's bedroom again.  Unzipping the skirt I dropped it onto the floor.  Louise would of course hung it up or put it straight into the laundry.

Half an hour later my darling sister's en-suite bathroom was looking nowhere near as pristine as I'd found it.  A wet towel strewn on the floor, shower gel with its lid open, Louise's razor on the counter top and my pubic hair clogging up the shower drain.  Not that I cared of course.  For one I was back in the bedroom.  I knew I had a good three or four hours before the munchkins would be home from school.

Thoughts of yesterday's desperate car ride, of the leaking and then the explosive pee were filling my head not to mention my naughty antics of the morning. After the warmth of the shower I'd felt a little cold and put the silky browse back on, the silk brushing against my hard nipples.  You could say I was well and truly turned on.  I lay on the bed thinking of all the recent pleasures, my own fingertips caressing my thighs, stroking across my abdomen imagining again the bursting bladder, then clutching my freshly shaved mound imagining I was again desperately holding in a flood of hot pee.  I was certainly wet and before I knew it my fingers had slipped from my mound into my slit.  Gentle touches quickly turned into forceful and frantic rubbing, two fingers reaching high inside myself and the on the other hand my thumb and forefinger working my clitoris. Murmurs and gasps turned into the most amazing and forceful screaming orgasm.

I've no idea how long it lasted, but eventually my climax subsided, clenched hands relaxing back to gentle touches, a big smile on my flushed face and that familiar feeling of fulness starting to build again just as I wanted.    

 

To be continued...

[Kupar 13,341]

Wow! Funny, wet and very, very erotic 😊. I love it!

[Lutab 1,054]

Loved part 2 maybe she starts getting more turned on and bolder deciding to take a piss on the bedroom carpet or walk in closet!

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Hi again all  - it's Pippa again here, with another exciting adventure.   Maybe not exciting...  or maybe it is.  You need to decide.  I know my opinion.

 

So where were we....   My darling sister had more or less humiliated me in our desperate car journey home, I've taken over her house, kids and persona.  I've dressed as her, and pissed myself in the supermarket in front of her friend who thought I was her.  Oh and then I shaved my bits and had the most amazing orgasm on her bed.  Did I tell you about falling asleep, then half waking needing a wee again and sort of wetting her bed?  Well, now you know.  That was about it for Monday's fun.

Now the thing is, it could be just a time of the month thing.  It could because I'm home alone in her house rather than my own place. It could be a sort of revenge naughtiness kind of thing after her making me nearly burst on Sunday. I could just be some sort of pee-nympho.  Whatever it is I don't know, but right now I just seem to be horny all the time and obsessed with peeing.  I just can't seem to get enough of it. Not that I'm complaining, and I'm certainly trying to explore all the options.

Of course I'm behaving myself whilst the kids are about.  As much as I love winding my sister up, they are children after all so it's proper behaviour whilst they're about.  Take Monday as an example. I made sure I was dressed again before they arrived home from school.  Louise's finest matching peach coloured satin panties and bra of course, I don't see why I shouldn't.  And a pair of leggings and T-shirt of hers.  I helped the girls with their homework, made their tea - well, dialled for pizza at least, and let them watch some trashy TV.

Then just before bedtime Suki the youngest announced "Aunty Pippa, please can you sort my bike ready for tomorrow" and showed me the tatty scrap of school letter from her bag.  Turns out it was school cycling safety day and they were supposed to take their bikes to school.  So, cue Pippa doing proper adulting, I was proper proud of myself, checking her bike over - and that's when I spotted my sister's bike and the idea hit me.

 

So this morning, I got the kids breakfast sorted, guzzled a large juice and a big mug of coffee and then went to get changed. Rebekah headed out on time for her bus and then Suki and I got our bikes out - well hers and Louise's anyway.  I'd made the effort to look the part, I had Louise's black sports bra on and her specialist lyrca cycling shorts - the all in one sort with shoulder straps and brightly coloured cycling top.  Now I'm not much of a cyclist but I do know you're not supposed to wear any underwear with the shorts.  They're the kind with a thick foam pad and it felt a bit weird, sort of like a maxi period pad I guess or wearing a nappy.

Anyway, I'm not sure who was the most wobbly of cyclists but soon enough Suki was safely at school. I got quite a buzz from the looks some of the parents were giving me, especially the stay at home dad's.  I'm pretty sure they've got a good idea what a real cyclist has under her shorts.  Anyway I had the rest of the day stretching ahead.  I decided I was in no hurry, so instead of heading home I turned onto the orbital cycle path and just let my wheels carry me along.  As I did I was sipping on the big water bottle clipped to my frame and lost in the moment, birds singing, sun on my shoulders, breeze on my face.   Hmmm... that breeze.  It wasn't too long before the cool breeze triggered that familiar feeling in my stomach - my coffee, juice and now the energy drink filtering through into my bladder. Of course I'm no stranger to that feeling and wasn't complaining either.  The knowledge I was out in public in just that lycra was also quite a turn on, sort of my own secret from the dog walkers and joggers.

Maybe twenty minutes or so passed and I was getting to that point where pleasant fullness had been overtaken by the onset of desperation.  Not as bad as in the car the other day, but certainly I was feeling every bump in the tarmac.  The hard plastic saddle and the foam padding of Louise's shorts were sort of helping to apply pressure that felt good, but I really needed to wee.  Normally of course I'd have plenty of options for a quick squat n squirt, but in this lycra suit the possibilities were a little more limited.  There wasn't much cover along the cyclepath and I'd almost have to completely strip to wee.

As it happens I spotted a cafe just ahead with quite a few bikes outside - just the ticket.  I'd nip in and use the loo there.  That was my plan anyway...  I managed to park Louise's bike, hoping it would still be there when I came out and headed inside, trying to resist the urge to squeeze myself.  Inside there was a queue at the counter and beyond that the door with the unisex ladies and gents symbol on it and one of those combination keypads.  I tried the handle but it was locked and things were getting pretty desperate now.   To add to my frustration, when I spoke to the one woman who seemed to be rushed off her feet behind the counter she was just downright rude.

"Sorry, they're for patrons only" she briskly announced.

"I will buy something " I pleaded, "assuming I don't have an accident first. Can I just use the loo first?"

But her reply was just that I'd have to find a table, and the waitress would give me the code when she took my order.

"Fine!" I said through gritted teeth, looking around.  I spotted a seat in the corner, one of those mini booth sort of seats with a fixed table and a velvet clad seat built against the wall.  At least sat with my hands under the table top I could cross my legs and clamp a hand between them, although I couldn't really feel the benefit through the pad.  There was no sign of the promised waitress and I was really, really getting to the point of bursting.  And I was annoyed.  What sort of place doesn't let a customer use the bathroom.  What's a girl supposed to do...  piss on the seat?

Yep - you guessed it...  Sitting there inside the cafe I sort of unfolded my legs, moved my hands and relaxed. After a second or two I felt the familiar warmth of my pee trickle and then spread from my crotch down unto my bum cheeks.  My flow must have carried on for maybe 20 seconds, all the time feeling warm, comforting and delicious.  My annoyance sort of melted away into pleasure, warmth caressing my whole bum, and my freshly shaved peachy private parts. You know in a Chinese restaurant at the end of the meal when you press that hot wet towel against your face...  And I could feel the wetness soaking into the seat cushion.  Their fault of course.

Eventually I was finished peeing and sort of snapped back to reality.  I didn't feel the slightest guilt about pissing on their seat, but I knew I needed to make a hasty exit.  Looking down, at least the black lycra didn't really show as wet.  I carefully stood up, feeling some trickles tracking down the backs of my legs.  The lycra was clinging to my bum a little more than before but otherwise nothing obvious.  Glancing behind me, the same couldn't be said for the seat with a big dark heart shaped wet patch showing where I'd sat.

In the cool air outside, the familiar cooling wet feeling on my bum was in no way uncomfortable.  The less familiar feeling was the way the pad retained the warmth of my pee, I could feel it heavy with all of my flood and still warm against my skin.  As I swung my leg over and sat down onto the hard plastic saddle it felt even more amazing - sort of like spraying a hot shower on myself.  Cycling was just incredible, the seat pressing the soft warm wet pad hard against me, the motion of my legs rocking the contact point from side to side...  Wow.

 

I must admit on the way home my bladder was constantly filling again, that energy drink was going right through me, and every time I felt any pressure I was freewheeling and just giving a little push on my bladder muscles to feel that delicious warmth again.  I must have done that two or three times, barely noticing the route I was taking back to Louise's house.  Just a girl on a bike with a huge grin on her face.

Once I got home I let myself into the garage and propped Louise's bike back up.  I stood for a moment motionless in the garage, again giving my bladder muscles a little workout again and enjoying that delicious feeling of the hot wet pad filling against my skin.  Now I could press hard against the pad, wringing it out like a sponge, two rivulets of pee tracking down the insides of my thighs and wetting my ankle socks.

Right at that moment there was only one thing on my mind. I wanted to cum and I wanted it right now.  Kicking off Louise's trainers I headed back to her bedroom, rooting around in my bag on the way and grabbing my trusty little chromed bullet vibe.  I wriggled my arms out of the cycling shorts and then wriggled them down over my hips before stepping out of them.

At that moment Louise's dressing table stool caught my eye, upholstered in the same colour as the cafe.  I sat myself down, legs astride it and set to work with my buzzy little vibe, lost in a world of obscene pleasure.  The feelings were mind-blowing.  My shaved skin was still wet with my pee, my slit soaked with a combination of pee and my very freely flowing juices.  I was literally carefree - not even noticing as my wetness transferred to the seat, not noticing that with the growing pangs of pleasure I was still releasing spurts energy drink scented pee.  Some of it squirting and splattering onto the carpet in front of me but most of it soaking into the velvet for the second time in a day.  Eventually with a final gush I had a climax that was, well, even more climactic than the day before's.

 

Eventually I'd got my breath back enough to calm down, and climb into a hot shower.  Shampooing and then massaging shower gel into every inch of my skin - and relishing the feelings that still coursed through me.  I dried off and reached a silky thong out of Louise's drawer, a crop top and a pair of skinny but stretchy blue denim jeans and headed back downstairs, closing the door on the soaked dressing stool and trail of discarded cycling kit still lay where I'd thrown it.

That was certainly one peeing option well and truly ticked off in Louise's absence.  And it hadn't diminished my appetite for more...  

 

[Kupar 13,341]

It just gets better and better 😊 Wonderful writing Goose. I'll be back in a few minutes ...

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Just in case anyone needed a little further visualisation, @LovesToWet has by coincidence pretty much captured an image of Pippa (or could that be Louise) here.

[Sophie 24,412]

Another phenomenal chapter! I was smiling the whole time I read it. Pippa is so naughty! 

[wetwulf 3,324]

That was so friggin hot @gldenwetgoose! When she just let it go in the seat! 🥵😳😍🤤