Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lydia (part I) (inc, ped - MF/gg, scat, ws, lac, creampie, cons, rom) I'm lying here and I can't sleep. I wish Daddy would hurry up and come home. I haven't relieved myself all day, and I feel as though I'm about to burst. But I can't, not until I receive his word. Someone else could give me the word - Mom, or one of my brothers, but they won't. Not even Sarah, the one I'm closest to. I used to be able to do it myself, but with more and more training, it became harder. Until one day, no matter how many times I uttered the word aloud or in my head, I simply could not urinate nor defecate on my own. The last time I went was late last night, in my sleep. Like all youngest siblings, I'm the biggest target for their teasing and their pranks. I was awoken by that familiar, and now instant, release that flooded my silk panties and pooled all around me. Such a sexy way to wake up, let me tell you. Taking Tom's cock in my mouth was, of course, the next natural step. Feeling his warmth on my lips and in my mouth while feeling my warmth spread around inside my underwear, and between my legs - it never gets old, never loses its erotic qualities. Tom's a sweet kid. He's always concerned about drilling me after I've messed my panties. He doesn't want me to get sick, but of course I never do. Besides, I know how much he loves the sight of his cock, smeared in my filth, pumping in and out of my cunny. I think, aside from me, he's the most sensitive of our family. Oh God, Daddy, hurry up! I can't even have accidents anymore. There was a time when I would inevitably burst. But that hasn't happened in a while. I'm certain my insides have grown and stretched to accommodate the increased volume. I once went the better part of two days without pissing, until Sarah whispered in my ear and I released a golden deluge all across the bed. None in my family is prone to torture me so, but everyone was curious about just how long I could go; on how good the training had been. But I was in a lot of pain, and Sarah couldn't stand to see me that way anymore and she gave me relief. That, and I believe she was thirsty herself. Oh, how I love Sarah. I love my whole family, and I love to serve them. It was actually all my idea, anyway. Mommy and Daddy told me that I had been harder to potty train when I was little. I was prone to accidents all throughout my childhood. It was about three years ago, shortly after my 10th birthday that I mentioned the idea of only being able to go on their command. They thought it was a very strange request. With all that we were doing, they had never considered any coercion or toilet play. But I remember I felt compelled. I loved them so much. I wanted to show them, to give them a very powerful control over my body. Plus, it just so happened that the idea was extraordinarily erotic to me. It didn't take long for them to agree, and we began the hypnosis. I learned quickly; it came easily to me. I then realized that the reason I had so many accidents when I was younger is because I was never meant to have control over myself in this way. It was for my family, and I gave it gladly. And since that day, I've never neither pissed nor shat without "permission" and have always had a deeply sensual feeling about it. Many times I have orgasmed from simply pissing and/or pooping. After they saw what effect this had on me, my family became very accommodating to my pleasures. I think Daddy's going to be awhile... I often think about the first time I needed someone else to utter the word before I could go. It was in the middle of the night. Sarah had her arms wrapped around me. I still had the taste of her on my lips. I felt strong rumblings in my stomach and the heavy weight of my over-filled bladder. I woke up and slowly took her arms from around my growing breasts. I quickly tip-toed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. It was almost a year into the training, and by this time it would take me nearly thirty minutes of concentration to move my bowels. Peeing was getting much harder, too. I sat there, straining, rocking back and forth, for over an hour, and I had produced nothing. The cramps were terrible, but every one of them was combined with pangs of lust. The only drips I could hear splash in the bowl were from my juicing slit. Sarah had her tongue buried in there just a couple of hours ago, and she certainly knows how to satisfy. Nevertheless, as uncomfortable as my bowels were, it only served to drive me up the wall. I spent another 15 minutes furiously masturbating. Each time I came, I could hear my come splashing in the water and on the floor in front of me. I even took my cum-soaked fingers and started massaging the inside of my anus. Still, nothing. I finally got up, doubled-over, and lurched back to our room. I went up to Sarah, saying: "Sarah, wake up!" She sleepily turned over and saw immediately that I was in pain. "What's the matter?" The look on her beautiful face was full of concern. "I can't go." "Really?" "Yeah. I just can't go." She sat up and put her hands on my shoulders and smiled. I looked at her. She was so beautiful, so motherly right now. "Please. Say the words," I pleaded. She opened her mouth but all of a sudden, stopped. "Well, come on!" I was truly desperate. She smiled again and then pulled me closer to her and we kissed. I could taste myself mixed in with her. My pussy fluttered. She then pulled back. "I can't," she said. "Why not?" I grunted. "We all agreed, it should be Mom and Dad the first time." "They're asleep," I protested. "Oh, they'll wake up for this," she replied with a twisted smile. She took my hand, stood up, and before I knew it, we were slipping into Mommy and Daddy's room. The heady scent of sex hovering around inside added to my excitement, and I shuddered. They laid there together, arm in arm, uncovered and naked. Mom's fiery red hair glowing in the bathed moonlight. Her towering breasts slightly heaving with her breath. Daddy's tight body seemed all to be support for his powerful member. I could see the usual shiny stains on their sheets as we approached on Dad's side of the bed. Sarah gently touched his shoulder. "Daddy." His slumber continued. "Daddy," she said louder while gently jostling him. A particularly strong pang ebbed through my stomach and I whimpered. He started awake at the sound and blinked a few times. "Hmm? What's going on?" he murmured. Sarah looked at him, smiled and said: "Lydia can't go. It's time." He awoke faster. He sat up, rubbed his eyes a little, and looked at me. "What's the matter, baby?" "I can't go, Daddy. I just tried." "Aww, honey. Come here," and he held his arms open. I ambled towards him; hands wrapped around my stomach and fell into his arms. The motion caused Mom to wake up too. She turned towards us. "What's the matter?" "Lydia's having trouble going potty," Dad replied. "Oh yeah?" she said sitting up, groggily. "My poor, little girl." She started combing her fingers through my hair, and beamed at me. "Please help me," I weakly muttered after a minute. I could feel Mommy and Daddy smiling at each other. Meanwhile, Sarah climbed over me and nestled herself in between Mommy's breasts. Daddy sat me up and said: "Of course, baby girl." He then reached over to the nightstand and opened a drawer. He pulled out a pair of white, crotchless, silk panties. "Put these on." They fit kind of loosely, but I loved the feeling of cool silk against my skin. Dad was idly stroking his cock while I was doing this. Mom was rubbing Sarah's breasts with one hand and fingering Sarah's cunny with the other. "First," Dad said, "you have to help me out a little," nodding slightly towards his erection. I didn't really need the command. I never miss a chance to have Daddy's dick inside me. I bent over and took his shiny head into my mouth and started slowly stroking his shaft. Like the rest of us, Daddy was insatiable. He can almost cum as often as us girls can. (I've heard stories that most men can only cum once, twice, maybe three times in a day, but I don't believe them.) It wasn't long before I was doing my best to deepthroat him; I still needed some more practice. I was getting so wrapped up in trying to suck all of the cum out of him, I had almost forgotten about the cramps havocking my stomach. I had to stop. I started whimpering again, one hand holding my stomach, the other wrapped around Daddy's pulsing cock. He grabbed my shoulders and said: "Shhh, baby. It's alright." He stroked my hair. I looked up at him, and he gently smiled. "Get on." I smiled back at him. With some discomfort, I got up and flung my leg over Daddy's groin. I saw that Mommy and Sarah were torn between watching us and indulging in their own lust. Sarah was breathing heavily, her already-massive tits were being pinched, rubbed, and tweaked by Mom's loving hands. I slowly lowered my dripping quim onto Daddy's mighty, curved cock. I was still relatively new at riding him (he had taken my `cherry' only months ago, as per family custom), so it still took just a little time to relax enough to fit all of him inside me. After there was no more of him to take, I sat there for a moment, luxuriating in the fullness I was feeling. I started to move myself up and down his throbbing penis. It took no time at all to discover that he wasn't too far from cumming. I leaned forward and we kissed passionately like in all of those books I've read. We kissed like lovers reunited after years apart; like father and daughter. We tasted each other's love, it made my heart skip and bring me closer to orgasm. But my stomach was holding me back. Its turmoil was arousing me, yet preventing me from cumming. "Please, Daddy! Give me the words! I can't take it," I breathed. I was defeated. I was at his mercy. I would do anything for this release. And like that we stayed: my father thrusting into me, my anus bulging, my bladder bursting, Sarah gasping, Mom panting. It kept going, but the feeling just hung there. I was at the brink. I couldn't make it over without the word! Daddy just kept pounding me, each thrust sending vibrations through my bowels. I felt like I was dying. Sweat was running down my face, tears were running down my cheeks, spit made its way over my lips and down my chin. I couldn't think anymore. I couldn't even anticipate, or hope, or wish. All I could do was feel the pressure that was taking hold of my entire body. "Sciolto," came Mommy's warm breath in my ear. I gasped. Immediately my bladder and bowel set loose and my panties filled up. The sudden release of my wastes sent me over the edge and I cried in multiple ecstasies. Then I felt Daddy cumming hard inside me. I kept crying as my piss was spasming out with my come. It was spraying everywhere - soaking Daddy's face, chest, stomach, and pooling beneath his body. As my orgasm faded away, the multiple gushes of pee turned into a long steady stream arcing over Daddy's head. I was powerless to stop it, even if I had wanted to. The piss kept coming for the next minute and a half. Dad's pillow was completely soaked. The scent of my filth filled the air, and I breathed in wantonly. New tears ran down my cheeks as I openly wept at the exquisite feeling of relief and emptiness inside me. I laid down on my father's chest, crying; piss staining my cheek. His cock still twitching inside my cunt and his sperm still flooding my womb. I looked up at Mom and Sarah and wept again at their tender faces. Look at them, so happy, so proud. They love that I love this. Sarah leaned over and kissed my forehead and rubbed my back. "Thank you," I breathed out to all. I couldn't move, I was completely spent. I wrapped my arms around Daddy's chest, underneath his back. My hands became submerged in my urine. I could feel Sarah was examining the large bulge in my panties. Some of it has leaked through the crotch, and coated the base of Dad's shaft as well as his balls. "Oh, my. What a mess back here." "Why don't you help your sister out, honey," Mom said to her. She and Dad gently rolled me over on my side and he withdrew from me. Much of his come squirted out and slid down both sides of my leg; it felt heavenly. Sarah carefully slid my soiled panties down my legs, trying to keep the bulk of the mess from getting on the bed. She let the panties fall from her hands and there was a loud splat as they hit the floor. She then started to wipe me clean with a box of wet naps that had been prepared. During all of this, my head had come to rest on Daddy's leg, and he was lovingly stroking my hair. His flaccid, gooey cock was right in front of me. I could smell my pungent shit that still covered the bottom half of his prick. Suddenly I moved forward and started licking him clean. I heard him gasp, and I felt Sarah had stopped wiping me. The taste of his sweat and cum mixed with my shit lit another fire inside me. I began to lick more eagerly. I could feel Daddy getting hard again. "Oh, baby. What are you doing?" he gasped. I couldn't stop myself. In renewed lust, I took his entire filthy scrotum in my mouth and licked him clean. I felt heat return to my pussy, and my free hand made its way down to it. My crotch was thoroughly sopping with my juices and Daddy's cum. Warm, slippery, and sticky. I groaned and instinctively took Dad's cock back into my mouth. I sucked out the left over cum out of his piss hole. I felt Sarah straddle me and place her hand over my masturbating fingers. Then Mom leaned over and started licking my right nipple. Mini charges ran straight from it to my pussy. "Wait," Daddy said. "I got an idea." He gently pushed back on my shoulders and I reluctantly released his staff from my lips. He sat in the middle of the bed and grabbed Mommy and they were both facing Sarah and me. He grabbed Mommy's hips and guided her down. Her damp cunt beginning to open around his renewed erection. "No no. Not there," he said to her. Mom raised up a little and Daddy positioned his cock towards her anus. She smiled and started to take him in. "You know girls," Daddy began, "every time I sodomize your mother, we make such a mess. Lydia, since you seem to like messes, why don't you help keep us clean?" I shivered at the thought and I crawled over closer to them, the mess of cum leaving a trail on the sheets. I put myself in licking-range of their coupling. The strong odor of Mommy's cunt stoked the burning inside me. Dad was thrusting into her very slowly. I began to run my tongue up and down her snatch. She tilted her head back and moaned. Mommy loved to be eaten out, and I had become very good at it. She started massaging her breasts and I could feel the minute drops of her hot milk rain down upon my back. Sarah then slithered her head underneath my dripping cunt and began to suck my and Dad's cum from me. Daddy started to thrust faster and faster, each one sloshing around my piss that still pooled around us. It was getting harder to keep up with their pace. But rivulets of precum and sweat were running down from Mommy's snatch to Daddy's balls. I once again took to cleaning my father's sack. I could taste everything. I could taste Dad's precum, and Mom's shit. I could taste their anal sex, and it drove me wild. Sarah wrapped her arms around my thighs and forcibly buried her face in my cunny. Mommy was constantly moaning. Daddy was grunting. I was almost breathless: my parents' scents and flavors flooding around the front of me, my sister's lips and tongue ravaging behind me, and my musky urine splashing beneath me. I ground my pelvis into my sister's face and pulled myself closer to my parent's fucking. "Oh, God!" Mommy kept saying. She was squeezing her breasts much harder now. I could tell because more of her milk was spraying onto my back, and it was starting to make its way down her smooth stomach, past her running cunt, dripping onto Daddy's balls and my face. "Come on, brother, fuck me harder!" Mommy started screaming. "Yeah, you like having your brother fuck you?" Daddy always became a different animal when he fucked our mother. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me. Give me your cum." "You like having our daughter licking your cunt?" "Yes! Oh, God!" "You want to feed her my cum from your ass? "Ahhh. Please! Come in me!" "Here it comes, Sis. Here it comes!" Daddy's balls tightened in my mouth and I could feel the pulse of his ejaculations. Mommy screamed and she dropped all of her weight down upon Dad's cock. She roughly grabbed me by the head and shoved me into her pussy. I licked frantically, and then I felt her squirting down my throat. Daddy's pulsing cock sent waves through her bowel and womb. Sarah's expert mouth was the final straw and I came hard on her face. I screamed out, the sound muffled by Mommy's flesh. I began to quiver all over and my arms finally gave out and I slumped into the lake of pee. Mom and Dad continued to ride out their orgasms. Her hold on my head weakened and my head slopped down into the dark golden puddle between Dad's legs. Piss filled my cheek through my panting lips. It was hot, salty, and dank - the kind you have when you haven't gone in quite a while. In between catching my breath, I would swallow it and drink again. Sarah began cleaning me with her tongue. We all laid in silence for another minute. My mother let out a quick, deep sigh and looked down upon me. I was licking up the remainder of my pee that was immediately around me. She ran her fingers through my wet hair. "Lydia, honey?" I stopped and turned my head towards hers. "I've got something for you." I smiled and turned myself over, carefully, as not to knee my lovely sister. Lying on my back and looking up, I saw Mom place her hand over her cunt, ready to catch anything that would fall out of her ass. She slowly slid up Daddy's dick, and with a gooey squelch, she was free. Quickly, she fell on her knees, right over my face. I saw brown cum seeping through her fingers and immediately brought my eager lips up to meet it. She felt my mouth on her hand and she withdrew it. A long, milky-brown mixture filled my mouth. I didn't swallow yet, I wanted to savor it. The first of it collected in the back of my throat, and it just kept filling: up to my back teeth, then flooding my cheeks, until finally the crest of it immersed my front teeth as well. Dad and Sarah were watching intently. "Oh, my God," Sarah muttered. The flow subsided and now only long strands of it slowly and delicately dropped from Mommy's rim. I closed my mouth and swallowed it in two goes. The smooth texture of it flowing down my throat caused my pussy to quiver, and I gave a little shiver. After that, I brought my lips up to her anus and began to lick her clean. She started moaning again. "You're such a dirty girl," she gasped. I responded by licking deeper into her ass. After a couple of minutes of this tongue bath, Mommy finally moved up and collapsed backwards on the bed, next to Daddy. I was still licking the brown slime from my lips, when Daddy looked down into my eyes. "Forgetting something?" Of course, I hadn't. I turned over and took his half-limp cock, dripping in semen and feces into my mouth. In short order, it was sparkling clean too. Mommy had fallen into Daddy's arms while I was busy, and Sarah had leaned over next to me, just watching. After I was finished with my "duties," Daddy pulled me up and I laid against his chest. He wrapped his arm around me. Mommy did the same with Sarah. For another long moment, we simply rested together, basking in warmth of each other. "Sarah," Mom broke the silence, "we kind of ignored you tonight. I'm sorry, baby girl. Did you cum at all?" Sarah looked up at mother while Daddy and I looked on. "Yeah, a couple of times," she said. "Still, we should have paid you more attention," Daddy added. It was true, we really didn't include her as we should have. I was starting to feel guilty. "No, it's okay. She needed this," Sarah said, nodding towards me. "Besides, I already have some ideas about how she can pay me back." Her smile was twisted, and her eyes devious. Right then, I became super excited to see what she had in mind. "I'm sure your brothers and sister are disappointed to have missed this," Mom conjectured. "Oh, I'm sure they will all make up for that," Dad replied. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. He beamed and hugged me tighter. "Thank you so much, Daddy," I murmured. "And you, Mommy. I love you so much." Mom took her arm from around Daddy's neck and she lovingly stroked my cheek. After another few minutes of sublime afterglow, father said: "Well we can't sleep in this bed tonight. I don't feel like changing it either." There was a consensus among the four of us. "Why don't we clean up and go to your room?" he asked us. "Actually," Sarah broke in, "would you mind terribly if you slept with Jenn and the boys? I wanted to spend some time alone with Lydia." Mom and Dad looked at each other in mild surprise and amusement. "Certainly, honey. Now let's go freshen up." We got up, all of us glistening from my piss, dripping on the floor. Mom got some towels out of the closet and handed each of us one. Sarah started by drying my hair. I turned to her and smiled. "Thank you, too, sis. I love you." She smiled and said: "I know." We hugged each other and I kissed her deeply. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and I'm sure she could still taste our parents' filth. Mom and Dad looked upon us and then at each other, then silently left the room. Finally, we broke our kiss. I then noticed my shit-filled panties on the floor, next to my foot. "What are we gonna do with that?" I asked. Sarah's wicked smile returned. "Leave that to me." I tilted my head slightly in curiosity. "Listen," she said, "just dry yourself off, okay? Don't use any soap or water." I felt another pang of excitement. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked meekly, but super-aroused. She smiled and placed her hand on my cheek. "Don't ask questions, dear. Just towel-off and go to our room. I'll join you shortly." Here's the think about Sarah: she can get down and dirty as much as the rest of us, even me. But what I've learned about her in my short years is that in her heart of hearts she's a voyeur. At least as far as the rest of our family is concerned. She's usually satisfied with being on the sidelines of our family's debauchery. I think she picked up that trait growing up from infant to teenager watching the rest of the pervy little family indulge in their sexual congress. You see, she is less than a year older than me. But she is two years younger than Tom and Tim, our twin brothers. She always preferred that I sleep in her bed with her, rather than her sleeping with the boys, Jenny, or our folks. Every member of my family has always been kind, gentle, and patient. But she and I formed a stronger bond. I did not give her her first orgasm, but she gave me mine. She would tell me things that she wouldn't tell anybody else. She was the one who taught me to use our first vibrators. She was the one who actually "got" my cherry. When we got a little older, she was the one who asked that she and I have our own room together. Many nights, the whole family would sleep together, naked limbs and bodies wrapped and clutched around each other. But many more nights, it would be just her and I, embraced, tight as we could, completely sharing ourselves with the other. I think the truth of it is: is that she's even kinkier than me. But she wants to watch first and only then really indulge herself with me. That's not to say that she doesn't enjoy the double-teaming sessions with our brothers, or sharing a foot-long, pink dildo with Jenn, the oldest. But at the end of the night, if we're not all together, she would come to me. I have grown, so far, to do the same. "Ok," I replied. "I'm thirsty." "Me too," she said. "I'll bring us some milk." "Yours?" I asked eagerly. She shook her head. "Not yet, hon. Not yet." I knew that was overly optimistic, but you never know. We kissed again for another minute, once again stirring up a buzzing between my legs. She broke it off and sent me to our room. I plodded down the hallway, still drying my hair and I passed by my brothers' and sister's room. I could hear them talking and giggling, no doubt discussing the events of the past hour. I smiled at the thought of the future, of my body being more of a subject to their whims and lust. For, as I said, they all shared the same power over me, and it made my knees weak to think of it. I entered Sarah's and my room. In the dark, I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a black camisole I couldn't fill out yet, a pair of black micro boyshorts, and black nylon thigh-highs. I loved dressing up, especially for her. I knew she had something special in mind, so I thought I'd dress for the occasion. I slipped into bed, reeking of stale piss and cum. I was very sleepy at this point, but the anticipation of what was coming kept my pussy smoldering. Already, my panties were dampening. I laid my head on the pillow, and was slipping into an amorous doze when I could hear my sister's soft footsteps coming down the hall.