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I'm fine with sharing of this story via any person to person form of file transfer such as email, IM, flash drive, bluetooth etc, but please do not upload to any other sites without permission. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Suddenly, My Sister - Chapter 2 (mf inc ws) by Blerg3 ----------------------------------------------------------------- After the first night's fun, the games continue, and escalate. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The morning after the TV time incident, I shuffle downstairs and into the kitchen, set about making coffee. Normal routine. But behind the morning lethargy, my brain's still buzzing with the night before, my sister's pussy, bare and dripping. We didn't get that shower together in the end, events conspired to bring my mum between me and the bathroom, and I couldn't just walk in when she knew my sister was in there. But today... well, who knows what that'll bring? I can hear her up in the shower now, as I sit sipping my coffee. I can just imagine it, her lithe body soaped up, slipping between the droplets, rivulets caressing her silky skin. Maybe she's touching herself, fingers arching over that perfect mound, curling inside. I'm getting an uncomfortably large erection under the table and I'm not sure of the location of our parents, so despite the cover of the tablecloth I shake my head, try and think of something else. Under my chair, our cat winds around my legs, mews. I sigh. Then the water stops, and I hear light footsteps on the stairs, down into the hallway. But no further. No doors opening or closing, no more footsteps. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I get up, barely avoiding tripping over the cat, and head round the corner to the hall. And there she is. Naked, wet skin gleaming, on her knees on the floorboards, facing me. Green eyes glint behind glasses, her blonde hair damp and tawny, wild about her face. Her small breasts sit perfectly perky on her chest, faint bikini tanlines over them. She looks at me coyly. My mouth's gone dry. "What are you up to?" I ask. "Well... remember when we were kids, playing games? All the imagination? I thought maybe I'd relive some of the good old days. So I'm a cat." She delicately raises a hand and licks the back of it, then pauses and grins at me. "You know what's behind me?" "A wall?" I say guardedly. She rolls her eyes. "Go and look." I walk around her, and my eyes follow the curves of her body down to the ground. Then I get it. "Litter tray." She says, falling to all fours. She stretches and arches her back, and lets loose. I have a perfect view, I can see it all. Her neat pussy slightly open between spread legs, and the thick jet of piss bursting forth behind her, angled out at 45° straight as an arrow into the tray, carving into the gravel with a wet hiss. She raises her back, letting it wander dangerously close to the edge of the tray, until it catches the rim with a burst of spray, and she giggles and sends it cutting the other way. I'm enthralled. I haven't seen her pee in eight years, and I don't remember it being anything like this. I remember her proclaiming 'I'm a dog!' and wobbling with her leg up against the side of the garden shed, trying to keep her balance while peeing unsteadily, finally losing it and dropping her knee in the puddle, to my laughter. From the control she has now, I'd say she's been practising, and then some. The flow finally ends, leaving the tray saturated, a neat line cutting through the wet gravel from one end to the other. She wiggles her ass cutely, a few drops falling to the floor, and falls back to her knees, legs still spread. "Sooo... you like it?" She asks. I take a deep breath, and let it out in a rush, grinning. "Do you need to ask?" She shakes the tray into a more natural looking state, then holds out her hands. I take them, and she hops to her feet, with a beautiful jiggle of her boobs. I grin, and cautiously, for the first time, cup one. It's firmer than I expected, her skin softer. "You're just a big kid, aren't you?" I ask her. She gives me a knowing smile and presses in closer. "What's the point in being old enough to know better about something if you can't do it anyway?" She's close enough I can feel the tickle of her breath. Annoyingly, she's still just a bit taller than me. "Anything in particular you had in mind?" She presses her hips against me, the lips of her bare pussy against the line of my upright cock. "Well, there just might be something more..." Of course, that's the moment we hear the key slide into the front door, the clatter of the other keys on the ring against the frame. We freeze, brain racing into panic. Can't go for the stairs, they're too close to the door and there's a window, living room there's nowhere to hide. Two choices. Downstairs bathroom, or out the back door. I consider the kitchen table briefly, but I don't think the cloth is long enough to hide her. I start for the bathroom, but she's already made up her mind. She grabs my hand, pulls me into the kitchen and towards the back door. We slip through as fast as we can, and I shut the door slowly so it doesn't slam, teeth gritted with tension. She's already racing across the lawn ahead of me, long legs flying, and I have to push myself to catch up. I slip through the gap in the hedge, round the corner of the shed and collide with her, and we fall against the wood laughing. "Close call." I pant. "But now what?" She grins at me. "Well, this brings back some memories." I look around. We're the far side of the shed from the house, where we always used to come as kids. It's overgrown back here, a few small trees and tall grass taking up most of the space, with a stack of bricks and other building materials lying around. Dad was originally going to have a vegetable patch and orchard back here, with the hedge a low barrier to separate it from the rest of the garden. The hedge is level with the roof of the shed, the trees are looking pretty wild, and there are no vegetables in sight, so obviously, he never got round to it. There's a small dusty window in the back of the shed and another in the door, staring really hard through the shed I can just make out movement behind the kitchen window. "Aren't we trapped out here now?" She shrugs and grins. "I didn't really think this through." I stare at her. She seems amazingly relaxed considering she's stuck naked in the garden, but I'm beginning to realise I don't know her all that well these days. She leans against the rough pine, one knee up, and stares into the distant sky, and I can't resist taking the opportunity to look at her. She's dried off now, skin smooth and soft, dappled in the light through the leaves of the cherry tree curving over the shed. It's not as warm back here in the shade as in the open sunlight, but the only sign I can see that she notices it is her raised nipples, no bigger than the eraser on the end of a pencil. With her knee up I can't see her pussy from where I am, but I can imagine it all too well... I feel my erection returning, and look away. I wait until her attention drifts back to me before speaking. "I'm curious, what was your reasoning for running this way? We could've been free by now if we'd hidden in the bathroom." She gives me a strange look and a smile. "Instinct, I guess. We always used to run here. How did we get around back then?" I lean back and think. "Well, we were a lot smaller, sneaking was easier. But I'd run down the side of the garden behind the bushes, cut through the gate by the wall into the passage, head around the house and come back in the front door. No way I can do that now, if I could even fit back there I'd have to fight my way through." She takes a seat on the stack of bricks and stretches sensually. "Well, at least it's a warm day." A few moments of pacing later, I come up with a plan. "I'll just head back in when it looks clear. If seen I can say I was just out in the garden for breakfast, nothing too strange about that. Then I can chuck something out from your room for you to wear, and you head round the front door, say you were out." She doesn't react. "That ok?" She looks up at me, but the usual bright enthusiasm is absent from her eyes. "I guess so." She says, playing with a fingernail. Then I get it. She doesn't want to go. We're back in our old haunt, where we'd spend hours playing around, the usual childish games, and the ones that would get our hearts racing, breathing heavy. She misses that, and with a sudden pang I realise I do too. One last look at my escape route, and I put the plan on hold. I slip my shorts down at the front, flipping my cock free. A spark comes back into her eye. "What are you planning on doing with that?" I grin at her. "Since we're out here, I might as well have some fun." She slides to her feet with a wide smile as I turn to the shed. "Not without me." I raise an eyebrow. "I was there before, you got anything left?" She laughs out loud, the sound infectious. "I had three cups of tea earlier. I left maybe one in the tray." I'd say she's bluffing, but I say nothing, just smile cockily. She steps up beside me, legs well apart, knees bent slightly. Her expression's confident as she turns to look at me. "You ready?" "It's not a competition, y'know." "That just means you think you'll lose." I flick a hand in irritation. "I could just go inside and leave you here..." She laughs. "Ok, ok, I'll lay off. But I'm the one who's been out here most days for years." I feel a sort of guilt at that, even knowing there's no blame aimed my way. "You should have said. I could've come along." She gives me a sceptical look. "I doubt it." "If I'd known what you were up to you'd have had trouble stopping me." She waves that away with a smile and looks down, then raises an eyebrow. "Looks like that's true." I look down myself. I'd been fighting it from the moment I got my cock out, but the erection had overcome my control by a long shot. The tip was nearly grazing the wood, a brightly refractive bead of precum growing there as she spoke. "Can you piss with an erection?" "Of course- I just can't aim or control the flow half as well." She grabs it suddenly, I suspect taking us both by surprise. "I'll aim for you." I can feel it swelling further still in her hand, which feels oddly small wrapped around the shaft. She tightens her grip just a little and starts walking, forcing me to move with her, over to the fence dividing our garden from the neighbours'. There's a knot hole in one of the wooden planks here, creating the perfect peep hole- it brings back a flood of memories. I look at her face, that sly grin. "Don't think I never saw you wanking to Mrs Holden sunbathing, you little perv." I just grin back. She gives my cock a shake. "Go on then, through the hole." I eye it, and give her a stupid grin, the one that always annoys our mum. "There's no way it'll fit through there." She sighs. "Not your dick. Just piss through it." I give her a puzzled look. "You got something against the Holdens? Jealous, maybe?" She laughs. "Who'd you rather have here with you now, me or Mrs Holden?" I pause, and she punches me in the shoulder with her free hand, pretty hard. "You shouldn't have to think about that!" I make a show of flinching. "It's you, of course. Just don't hit me again! Or are you into that sort of thing?" She frowns, then smiles sweetly. "No. I was just being sisterly." I look down. "Are you being sisterly there too?" "Nope. That's me going A and B the C of D. Being the best sister I could possibly be. Or do you disagree?" I raise my hands. "Hell no. Just don't punch me." She scowls. Some people can scowl and scare people, but when a hot blonde in glasses does it, it has quite the opposite effect. "Come on, I'm getting bored." I try and blank out the alien feeling of someone else's hand holding me while I piss, and get a flow started. The first dribble falls short, splashing on the fence, then I get it going and really bear down, sending a thick stream thundering through the hole. I can hear it splashing heavily on the other side, where I know the Holdens have a brick patio. Not having to aim myself, I look over at her face, intently watching the sparkling yellow line dashing through the hole. She looks focused yet delighted, and some of the more major doubts I had melt away. How could this be wrong? "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I ask her. She nods. "I've always loved watching this, no matter who. But it gets kind of lonely when you don't have someone to share something you love with." The image I have in my head at that point is a little sad, but I suspect mostly focusing on the wrong part of the picture. My cock rears a little in her grip, splashing its last against the wood above the knot hole. I expect her to let go then, but she turns me back towards her, drops to her knees- pauses to push her hair behind her ear- and takes my cock in her hot mouth. Just the feel of it resting on her tongue, throbbing with my heartbeat, is pretty intense. She rolls her head, eyes closed, and I can feel her tongue coil around the shaft, slide down as she sucks and pulls away, my cock literally popping free into the cool air. I resist the impulse to try and dive back in, and stroke her hair back over her ear where it's slipped free. I can't seem to think of anything to say. She grins up at me and stands smoothly, breasts bobbing irresistibly right in front of me. I open my mouth, but still can't seem to think of anything to say, and close it again. She seems to understand, and for once doesn't mock me. Instead, she takes my hands and places them on her breasts, and holding them there, steps back until she's against the wall of the shed. My cock is a hot rod up against her belly, my thigh pressing between her legs can feel her smooth pussy, warm and wet. I can feel the instinct, the impulse to slide up inside her, but part of my brain still has some control, and warns me off the attempt. Instead, I kiss her. It's long, arousing, perfect. I've never kissed a girl like this before, knowing intimately, automatically, what she'll respond to, what she wants me to do. That, it strikes me, is the magic at work here. She's my sister. Admittedly I haven't been very close to her for a few years now, but I still grew up with her, shared baths, birthdays, years of experiences. She's as close to me as anyone could be, even without this, and it shows. I lean back, looking at her flushed lips and cheeks, bright green eyes. "You know, right?" I ask her. Her eyes flash with amusement, and she kisses me again. "I know. You're my brother." We slip apart and she touches herself quickly, finding her pussy wet enough that she has to flick droplets from her fingers. We exchange an amused- and just a little guilty- glance. "What now?" I inquire. "Well, I'd really quite like to slip onto you and do it up against this wall till the shed falls down, but something tells me that would be a mistake right now." I nod and grin. "As much as I'd love to, I don't think we can. Do you still need to... you know?" A grin spreads across her face slowly. "I'm naked here, I can see your boner, and we very nearly fucked each other's brains out. I think you can say 'pee', or 'piss', or whatever word or phrase takes your fancy, right?" I laugh. "Ok. Need a piss?" She briefly adopts a haughty accent. "As a matter of fact, yes, I could do with a tinkle. And I have an idea." She peers through the panes of the shed. "Dad at least is still in the kitchen, he's got his back to the window. Ok, watch this." I grab her arm as she moves for the hedge. "What happens if you get caught? Got an excuse for pissing naked in the garden?" She grins. "Yeah. I can say I'm a closet nudist, and when they got back I couldn't get back in without embarrassment. As for the pissing, when you've gotta go you've gotta go. That's believable, right?" I grin and kiss her cheek. "You're crazy. I love that about you." I peer through a hole in the hedge as she races for the other end of the garden, ducking below the window and pressing herself to the wall. Dad, maybe catching a reflection or change in the lighting turns, cup of coffee in hand, and peers around the garden, before shrugging and turning away again; I'd guess to mum at the table. Careful to keep her head below the level of the windowsill, she squats and leans back against the wall, spreading her knees wide. She raises a hand and makes a beckoning motion. I take a breath, and keeping left, race down the garden and press myself against the wall by the window. "If he's curious enough to open the door, we're dead." I whisper. "What happened to the plan?" She shrugs as much as she can with her shoulders against the wall. "You could hardly see from over there. Ready to go?" I watch the door a few more seconds, then nod. She makes sure her feet aren't about to slip on the smooth stone, then starts. The change in volume from what I saw earlier is massive, instead of the neat line that carved gravel, this is a torrent worthy of a fireman's hose. It spurts out in a long frothing arc, bursts of droplets spinning away wildly, and thunders into the grass. I wince. It doesn't quite reach the height of the windowsill, but the point of impact is about two metres away, and my dad's not a short man. And the noise! The hissing, the splashing- how are they not hearing this inside? In Tokyo, even? She manages to look apologetic and delighted at the same time. "Sorry- told you I had more in the tank." She whispers with a smile. I grin from ear to ear. "Well, I believe you now!" The rope of hot piss dies down to a thick jet, thins as it moves in closer, and stops. She pauses for a second, then lets the final dribble go, a bubbling font that flows over her shining pussy. I'm pretty sure at that point even the lightest touch to my cock would have me seeding the lawn, and hold myself back, looking up at the sky. I can sense her to my left, following my gaze. And it's while we're resting in this tableau, daytime stargazing, that I hear the click of the door opening.