The Siblings (Part Two)

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Janice was fortunate to have a private office. It was her father’s, and since she was the only one with a job that required her to work from home, as well, she easily inherited it. There was everything you would expect from a home office: desk, office chair, computer, file cabinets, and there was also a vinyl couch and a recliner. Janice remembered that on her father’s busiest days he would sleep in his office and take power naps in the late afternoons. She also remembered that he rarely left the room to use the bathroom. Janice had walked in on him on several occasions and caught him in the act of pissing in the corner or relieving himself in the wastebasket next to his desk. And although she had never witnessed it, she also remembered noticing droplets on the vinyl couch, as well.

Now, Janice was tending to her own business using the same office. She was on hold with an important client, one that she could not afford to lose. As she waited, she could feel the familiar need growing in her bladder. She could easily take the phone with her to the bathroom, but Janice smiled as she looked around the office, again remembering her father’s free use of his private office as more than just to do work. She looked over at the recliner, a dark-colored soft cushioned chair. Janice wasn’t sure how old it was. As she stepped closer to it, she leaned down and looked closer at the cushion. As expected, she could just barely see a ring in the material, a faint stain that proved her father had also used his recliner as a toilet. Janice smiled as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them and her panties down to her ankles.

Just as she did so, the client came back on the line. “Oh, hello,” Janice said. She sat back in the the recliner. “No, it’s okay, I understand Mr. Dawson. You are a busy man.” Janice smiled again at the feeling of the soft cushion against her bare ass and pussy. “Yes sir, I’m doing well. Just calling to check in and see if you’re still planning to work with us.” She relaxed and soon a small dribble started down her slit and to the soft material between her legs. “Ohhh, that’s great,” she said. “Yes sir, I am just… really happy to hear that… Mmm hmm…” The dribble grew to a steady flow and Janice rolled her eyes and opened her mouth in silent pleasure as a small puddle formed between her legs, slowly absorbing into the chair. “Yes sir. I will let my supervisor know… mmm… first thing tomorrow. Mmm hmm. Thank you, sir.”

Janice hung up and leaned back into the chair. “Ohhh, I’m just gonna let it all go.” She sighed and let go completely, splashing her warm pee into the cushion beneath her, licking her lips at the warmth spreading under her. “Mmmm that feels so good, ohhh…” Feeling horny now, she slipped her fingers between her slit, feeling splashes of pee on her thighs and legs, and soon she was bucking her hips. “Oh… I’m gonna… OHHHHHhhhh!” As she cried out, a strong spray of pee squirted past the chair cushion and to the carpet as she climaxed.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen Tammy and Tommy were almost finished cleaning up. Tammy had washed the last of the dishes, and Tommy had almost finished drying and putting them away. There had been a lot of splashing and joking around, so they were both wet and there was a lot of water on the kitchen floor.

“You made a mess,” Tommy said.

“Me?” Tammy said. “I think that was a joint effort.”

“Whatever,” Tommy said. “This is how I make the floor wet.” He turned away from the sink and removed his penis from his boxers again. Tammy watched wide-mouthed as he sprayed a long stream that reached to the middle of the kitchen floor, splashing loudly and creating a puddle.

“You’re so bad,” she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“So what do you know about this friend of Janice’s,” he asked, still peeing but his stream dwindling.

“Not much, really. She’s a friend from work, like she said.”

“Is she hot?” Tommy asked.

“Oh my god, that’s why you asked.” He laughed and winked at her. “Like you’d have a chance, anyway,” she said, bumping him with her elbow.

“We’ll see,” he said. He slid his penis back into his boxers. “Love ya, sis,” he said as he tossed a towel down onto the floor over his puddle and walked out of the kitchen. Tammy smiled as she stood there, looking down at the towel. She could feel her own need creeping up again, but it was coupled with another need. She thought about her brother wetting himself at the table and about him spraying a stream across the kitchen and felt her pussy getting wet at the thought. She would never admit it, but she did find him very attractive, and maybe it was some kind of twin connection and not the same kind of attraction as she might have for a lover or a boyfriend, but she could not deny that he excited her sexually.

Tammy used her foot to wipe up her brother’s wet mess with the towel. As she did, she felt another twinge that reminded her she had to pee soon. Since she had just finished cleaning the floor, she didn’t really want to wet it again. Tammy turned to the sink and grinned. Without thinking about it too much, she turned around and lifted her bottom up and over the sink.

She didn’t even bother to remove her panties as she relaxed and soon a warm, wet spot formed in the crotch of her panties. She gasped and let a little more dribble out, just enough to moisten her labia. Then she pulled her panties aside and started rubbing her slit gently. Tammy relaxed a little more, playing with the tiny dribbles that dampened her fingertips and rubbing them against her clitoris. She gasped again as a wave of pressure sent shivers through her and her dribble increased to a stream. She cut it off, though, and continued to rub herself, feeling her orgasm build. “I can’t hold it much longer,” she said. “But this is so nice.” She parted her legs a little more and now slipped two fingers into her vagina, sinking them deep and then sliding them back out to touch her clitoris and then again. Another wave of pressure struck and she moaned as more of her warm pee trickled over her fingers. “Oh, god, I can’t—!” She took her fingers out as a warm gush of pee sprayed the inside of the sink with an audible hiss and metallic splashing. Tammy went back to rubbing her clit as her pee continued to flow steadily into the sink. She was soon biting her lip as her orgasm built. She rubbed more furiously now, feeling her hot pee all over her hands but not caring as she finally climaxed right there with her rear end over the kitchen sink and the final drops of her pee trickling into the sink.

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Fantastic.  Love this series.  Keep it up!

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15 hours ago, new2this said:

Fantastic.  Love this series.  Keep it up!

That's the plan. 🙂 I have the next two chapters already written.