“Emma!” I yelled, banging on the door. “I have to pee!”
She didn’t respond. All I could hear was the running of the shower.
“Emma!” I called once more. “Please! I really have to use the toilet.”
“Jeanie?” I heard in a muffled tone from within the bathroom. “Is that you?”
“Yes!” I replied. “I’m going to piss myself out here!”
“I’ll be out in a sec,” she replied. The shower didn’t stop running. The water just kept on gushing, making me feel like I too could start gushing at any minute.
I tried the doorknob a couple of times, but Emma had locked the door. Turning from the bathroom door, I felt myself shaking. I didn’t think I could hang on much longer. My panties were getting soaked, the fabric sticking against my pussy and making me feel sodden and moist. I bent over and looked at myself between my legs. The thin material of my white shorts was beginning to show spotting, little dark droplets of piss were soaking through from my panties.
“Oh God,” I moaned sadly, lowering myself to my knees on the hardwood floor below me. It was becoming far more than I could handle. My entire body felt filled to the brim with piss, like I could piss for days and still not be fully relieved.
I placed my hands on the ground now as well, sitting on all fours, my butt sticking up slightly in the air. I squeezed and twisted myself inside, wanting so much to avoid what was becoming more and more inevitable. Little tears streamed out of my eyes, I was upset and in pain. I could still hear the running water of the shower behind me and convinced that Emma was taking her time, I resigned to the fact that I had really no other option.
I let go.
The feeling of relief was immediate and wonderful. While I could still feel the aches deep inside of me, the cramping feeling of holding myself shut quickly dissipated. First my panties become completely soaked through, piss squirting from inside of me and drenching the thin fabric of my underwear. The stream of piss leaving me felt full and thick, a spray of pee that would have been a thick, long torrent had there not been clothing covering my lower body.
“Oh no,” I cried softly, feeling the waterlogged wetness between my legs. I was instantly regretful but there was nothing I could do. I had opened the floodgates and there was no turning back now.
Once my panties were solidly soaked, piss began spilling out of them and down my legs. Rivulets of urine exited from both leg holes in my shorts, flowing down my bare thighs, and dripping onto the wood floor underneath me. My white shorts revealed wetness all over them, coloring the shorts a saturated grey in the crotch and in haphazard lines along the legs. Soon the crotch of my shorts started to leak as well, droplets of piss soaking through the material and falling down under me.
Taking a deep breath, I was becoming relaxed although still ashamed and embarrassed about what was happening. The pee didn’t stop, flowing just as strongly as it had when I first started. And I still felt pressured and full. Even though I was beginning to feel liberation from the pained feeling of holding it in, I felt like I could keep going and going.
I sighed contentedly, enthused and happy that I could feel the sensation of release. Although I was absolutely drenched down below, piss spilling down my legs and trickling to my knees, a pool of urine accumulating under me, my panties sopping and stuck to my body, I was becoming drunk on the alleviation of letting the pee go.
“Jeanie?” I heard from behind me. Quickly turning my head, I saw Emma starring down at me with a confused and worried look on her face. She wore a white towel wrapped around her body and a smaller white towel coiled around her head to dry her dark brown hair.
“Oh Emma,” I moaned, looking at her with a pouting look on my face. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you pissing yourself?” she said. “Am I really seeing this?”
“I really had to go,” I said sadly. “I couldn’t hold it any longer.”
“Well, get up and get into the bathroom!” she exclaimed.
She was right. I was still crouched there on the floor pissing myself while the bathroom was now available. I speedily hopped up onto my feet, pee still streaming out of me and down my legs, and I pushed passed Emma and into the bathroom. I anxiously looked to the toilet and to myself, and realizing that there was no time to take my clothes off (I was still pissing after all), I jumped into the shower, still damp with beads of water from Emma, and continued wetting myself while fully dressed.
Reaching down, I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall down my legs, subsequently kicking them off my feet to the far side of the tub. Piss continued to course out of me, the front of my baby blue panties soaked, darkened, and bulging, pee spilling out of the elastic leg holes on either side of my underwear. I threaded my fingers into one of the leg holes of my panties and pulled the stretchy fabric to the side, finally releasing my pussy from the confines of wet clothing. A thick stream of piss shot out from inside of me, flowing a couple feet away from me as I aimed it toward the shower drain.
As I continued to piss, I looked up and saw Emma leaning in the doorway smiling at me. She had removed the towel from her head and let her dark hair, long and wet, fall down over her shoulders. Emma had an odd grin on her face, her green eyes sparkling, her shower-warm face dotted with subtle freckles under her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, upset with myself that I had been put in this position.
“No,” said Emma with a sly grin. “It’s kinda fun to watch you pee.”
“You’re crazy,” I said with a nervous laugh. Looking back down at my crotch, I continued to hold my panties to one side and relieve myself in a thinning stream of piss spurting from my wet lips.
Emma took a few steps closer to the shower, her eyes transfixed on my pissing. Once she approached the shower, she placed a hand onto the shower door. The towel wrapped around her body slid down slightly, flapping open and revealing her ample breasts, thick and full and meaty, hanging perfectly off of her chest with youthful elasticity.
“Can I join you?” Emma asked in a sultry tone. “I want to do it too.”
“Pee?” I asked. “I suppose.” By this point I was finally beginning to remember what it was like to not feel incredible pressure in my bladder, and my stream of piss was becoming thinner and less frequent. Squeezing out a few more thin squirts, I sighed and released the hold on my panties, letting the completely soaked fabric slide back over my pussy.
In the tub below me were little pools of urine all over, slowly coursing toward the drain. I slid my fingers into either side of my moist panties and pushed them down over my ass and thighs, the fabric sticking to me slightly as I took them down. Soon they dropped to my feet and I stepped out of them, standing there in the shower wearing a white tank top and naked from the waist down.
As I was taking off my panties, Emma dropped her towel to the bathroom floor and now fully naked, she stepped into the shower and joined me. She had a beautiful body, curvy yet fit, large and plump breasts, wide hips and a full ass. Emma was voluptuous and the opposite of my small, lithe body with an almost flat ass and tiny tits.
“Feeling better?” she asked me with a devious smile.
“Much,” I said, relief smeared across my face. I leaned back against the shower wall and sighed happily. I closed my eyes momentarily but when I did, I suddenly felt Emma’s hand slither between my legs, cradling the wetness of my pussy, my lips, my mound. Her fingers traced over my slit, damp with pee.
“I can’t explain it,” said Emma. “But it really turned me on watching you piss yourself.”
“Oh?” I said, enjoying the feeling of Emma’s tender petting between my thighs. I opened my eyes and, looking down, I saw my friend’s perky chest sticking out and closing in on me.
“Mm hmm,” she said, leaning in closer to me and kissing me on the side of my neck.
“That tickles,” I cooed with a giggle. Emma’s fingers methodically moved over my slit, pushing between it and parting my lips, causing me to grow wetter with my
own arousal. I dropped my mouth half open and released a soft moan.
“Touch me, too,” Emma whispered into my ear. And so I did. Pushing my hand between her legs, I began to feel her pussy. Her lips were firm and puffy, hairless and soft, meaty folds of smooth flesh. A subtle trickle of viscid juice oozed out from her lips as I touched her, her pussy awakening with our simultaneous touching.
“You’re smooth,” I murmured as Emma continued to kiss my neck and nuzzle her face against me. I craned my head to side, closed my eyes, and smiled.
“I was shaving when you were pissing yourself,” she said with a soft chuckle. “Sorry.”
I felt Emma slide her fingers between my lips and up into my pussy, her middle and ring fingers pressing close together and entering me, thrusting the girth of her fingers in and out of my moist hole.
“Oh God,” I moaned. I draped one arm around Emma’s side, letting my hand hang loosely at her hip, while my other hand explored between her legs, caressing her shaven womanhood. I dragged my fingers through her sodden slit and landed my fingertips on her clit, massaging it in small but firm circles.
Emma brought her other hand to my pussy and started to diddle my clit as well, her fingers patiently and thoroughly penetrating me, sliding in, pulling out, and sliding back in again. I started to grind up against her fingers, getting into the pleasure and once more losing my head. First the pissing and now this. It was certainly a whirlwind of a day.
As I remembered my watery escapade, I felt a few dribbles of piss leave me and run down onto Emma’s thrusting hand. Her penetrating grew firmer and faster as Emma pushed herself against me, her breasts rubbing against still-clothed chest, both of us panting and sighing with increased breath. I held onto her pussy, tenderly squeezing her engorged lips, her own wetness creaming down onto my fingers.
“Fuck,” she hotly groaned into my ear, after which she kissed and sucked on my earlobe as we grinded into one another. Her fingers flew fast inside of me while she fiddled with my clit with her opposing hand. I couldn’t help myself and I pissed a little bit more, first a dribbling stream that ran down my pussy, over her hand, and dripped off her arm, and then a firmer squirt of pee that spurted out of me and landed on my own hand still lodged between Emma’s legs.
“Piss more,” Emma moaned at me.
“Really?” I said in disbelief. Emma was finding my peeing to be sexy. I relaxed into her fingers and allowed myself to release more piss down onto her hand, some of it streaming down my thigh, but I didn’t have much left in me. I squirted a few final streams, sighing with each squeeze.
Emma continued her steady finger fucking, her fingers soaked with my juices and penetrating me swiftly. Meanwhile I fondled her clit, dragging my finger through her slit to collect the wetness, and massaged her moisture into her fleshy little nub. This drove her crazy, her hips bucking back and forth, the two of us naked and damp standing there in the shower, piddles of pee at our feet.
I could feel myself coming close to orgasm, Emma deftly pleasuring me with both hands, her busty figure pressed up against me. Emma lifted her head up slightly and pushed her lips against mine hotly, the two of us kissing as we diddled and fingered. I moaned into Emma’s mouth and squirmed, feeling that all too familiar tingle moving throughout my body. I again felt almost as if I could piss myself but this time I knew it was something different. Gripping firmer onto Emma’s pussy lips, I tenderly squeezed and tugged, then wetly ran my fingers through her slit and popped them inside of her, only to remove them just as fast and refocus on her clit.
“Oh!” she moaned into me. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” I panted, rubbing my humid face against hers.
We continued to grind into one another until suddenly Emma began to writhe as she stood against me. Her thighs juddered and she clamped down against my hand. Her face contorted into an expression of ecstasy, causing me to feel the arousal, feel the pleasure, and feel the urge to come.
I slipped into orgasm along with Emma, the two of us wriggling and twitching, our bodies pushed up together, our hands on each other’s pussies. That was when I started to feel a warm stream of water trickle onto my hand, first in a few soft spurts and then it came at me in a greater torrent. Looking down, Emma was now pissing. A thin spray of pee spurted out from her pussy, dripping onto my hand, and surging down to the tub floor.
Emma groaned happily as she herself looked down and witnessed her pissing. She removed her fingers from my pussy and slid her hands on my hips. I followed her lead and released her pussy, the two of us falling into an embrace. I could feel the warmth of her urine coursing down onto me, trailing down my leg, and dripping onto my feet.
“Mmm,” I sighed, sporadic vibrations of electricity moving through me, aftershocks of my orgasm. Emma’s pissing slowly ceased, ending in a couple of quick squirts, and an audible exhale from her.
“That was great,” she said, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. The two of us tenderly kissed for a moment of post-coital joy.
“I guess you need to take another shower,” I teased. She giggled at my joke, leaning away from me and deftly turning on the shower. Water began to spray down from the showerhead, still warm from her shower, and we both squealed as it rained on us, running down out bodies and wetting our hair.
“Get that tank off,” she said to me, my white tank top now getting soaked by the shower. Grabbing my tank top by the hem, I quickly pulled it up over my head and tossed it in the heap with the rest of my drenched clothing. My tits, firm and small, barely stirred at all as I moved around.
Emma and I danced together in the shower, twirling around, and cleaning up from our dirty little taboo encounter. I was absolutely thrilled inside, elated to find this new sexy kink, and exuberant that Emma was there to share it with me. I could tell by the look on her face that she felt the same way.
Though quick, our pee party opened a door that neither of us had thought to walk through but it was now impossible to go back. I looked on to Emma, standing there in the shower with me, the water glistening against her skin, and I smiled at her.
I couldn’t wait to pee with her again.
THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS ME
“I just don’t know what to do,” pouted Elsa, fussing with her long blonde hair as she sat on Elise’s couch. Elsa had recently turned 18-years-old and had made the decision to not go to college right away. It was a difficult decision for her, but she knew there was something else out there for her that didn’t involve loads of debt and burying her nose in books for which she had no interest.
“I can’t say I’m surprised,” said Elise, reaching over to Elsa and sweetly stroking her hair. Elise and Elsa had only known each other for a couple of years when their parents met and married. Despite only being stepsisters, the two girls looked quite similar, slim with blonde hair, and were sometimes even mistaken for twins. Elise, however, was 25-years-old, had her own apartment, her own life, and often acted as her little stepsister’s advisor in troubling matters.
“What do you mean?” asked Elsa.
“Well,” started Elise. “You’re making an unpopular decision that Dad just doesn’t like. Of course he’s going to take drastic measures to get you to comply.”
“Kicking me out of the house?” said Elsa incredulously, flipping a hand up into the air.
“Tough love,” said Elise with a pained smile.
“He didn’t act like this when you came out as a lesbian,” said Elsa, folding her arms together and huffing.
“That’s because he knows there’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian,” said Elise, attempting to correct her stepsister’s comparison.
“I know it’s different,” admitted Elsa. “It just messes everything up, you know?”
“I do,” said Elise, nodding her head.
“I don’t think college is right for me,” said Elsa. “At least not right now.”
“So you’re not going to college,” said Elise. “And you’re getting kicked out of the house.”
“Look,” said Elise with trepidation on her face. “I have an extra room here,” she said, looking over to her stepsister and petting her bare leg. “You can stay for a little while until you get stuff figured out.”
“Really?” said Elsa with joyous surprise. “I mean, you really mean it?”
“Yes,” said Elise, nodding knowingly. “But don’t take advantage of me, Sis. You get one month rent-free. So you’re going to have to get cracking on this whole life thing.”
“Oh, I will!” exclaimed Elsa, gyrating in her seat, bouncing and taking Elise’s arm in her hands and shaking her softly with excitement. “Thank you so much, Sis. I won’t disappoint you,” she said.
“I know you won’t, babe,” said Elise with a sage-like smile.
“I’m so happy we became sisters,” said Elsa. “You’re, like, the only one who gets me.”
“I love you, Elsa,” said Elise, leaning forward and kissing Elsa sweetly on the lips. Elsa returned her stepsister’s kiss and then lurched out and hugged her tightly.
“I love you, too,” said Elsa as she gripped firmly onto her stepsister, grinning from ear to ear at Elise’s generosity. “I feel like I’m so much more like you than anyone else in the family.”
“I tend to agree,” said Elise grinning.
“I’m like you but seven years behind,” said Elsa. “If I had had you growing up, man, I would have been so happy.”
“You have me now,” said Elise, again petting her stepsister’s hair lovingly. “Stop dilly-dallying, Sis, and go pack your stuff.”
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