Author: Sterling
Title: You Cannot Pee Alone
Summary: The end result of an ancient pandemic is that everyone
has to have the tongue of an opposite-sex person on their pee
hole just before they can start to pee. A few girls are
exceptions, but they are doomed to die before they grow up. The
story explores the relationship of the boy Jason with the four
females in his family, especially his younger sister Katy and his
adopted sister Lisa. Peeing is only one part of the story; it's
not really water sports because no one enjoys it particularly.
Keywords: Mf mf gi boy ws SciFi incest bro sis father daughter het
cons

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 3/15/2011.

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*You Cannot Pee Alone*

*Chapter 1*
 
Jason woke from a deep sleep to his mother Clara shaking his
shoulder gently. "Jason? Jason, honey? Sorry, but I've got to
go."
 
"Mom!" Jason whined. "Again? I'm sleeping."
 
"Sorry, sweetie, your father will be back tomorrow."
 
Six-year-old Jason sighed and dragged himself to upright position
on his bed, then trudged to the bathroom. His mother lumbered
after. She was eight months pregnant. Jason slouched in front
while Clara mounted the two steps and sat heavily on the
reclining toilet. She lay back and spread her legs as far as she
could.
 
Jason leaned forward as his mother spread her labia wide. He
stuck his tongue right on her tiny pee hole.
 
"Ah, that's it sweetie, thanks so much!" said his mother. A
second after he removed his tongue she started to pee.
 
He turned and trudged back to bed, falling asleep in seconds.
 
"Jason," she said once more, shaking him gently. "I'm really
sorry, but it hurts. I've got to go again."
 
"No, mom, go away! Let me get back to sleep."
 
"Jason, I need your help!"
 
"No, mom, no..." Jason said.
 
"I know it's hard," she said, "but I really need this so I don't
get sick."
 
"I won't!" shouted Jason, very unhappy to find himself now fully
awake.
 
"Jason!" shouted his mother. "This isn't funny. I need your
tongue!"
 
"No!" he screamed.
 
His mother hesitated at the strength of his reaction, then said,
voice shaking, "OK, honey, go back to sleep." He heard her crying
as he drifted off.
 
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Jason knew he was in trouble.
 
"I go away two nights, just two nights, and you can't even meet
your mother's needs for two nights!" said his father John.
 
Like any married couple, his father and mother licked each other
if they needed to pee at night.
 
"She was peeing all night long!" Jason said.
 
"Well, that's the way pregnant women are at the end."
 
"I was so sleepy. And she survived, right?"
 
"She survived because she called Mr. Belson, two houses down,
then walked over there in the cold and got him to tongue her. Do
you know how mortifying that is for her? We already owe them so
many favors. And to wake him up in the middle of the night like
that!"
 
"I'm just a kid, dad," Jason said uncertainly.
 
"You're a big boy now," said his father. "You're big enough to
help a girl or woman whenever she needs you. That's part of what
it means to be a big boy. It's not always fun -- we all know
that. Think how many times your mother has licked you to let you
pee. Even when she had the flu, remember?"
 
Jason remembered. Her tongue on the tip of his penis had been
hot. It was creepy. He had brought in a jar to his mother's
bedside, and she had managed to roll over onto her side and lick
the tip of his little dick as he held it out. He felt the muscles
relax and of course quick moved his tip to the jar so all the pee
went in there.
 
"Well, she didn't have to get out of bed. The women have it so
easy. Our dicks stick out and all they have to do is reach out
and touch it. We have to go burying our heads between their
legs."
 
"That's just the way life is, son. There are plenty of ways we
have it better too, you know."
 
"How?"
 
"All we have to do is stand by the toilet or carry a little jar
around. The women have to lie way back like that, and then when
they let go the pee flows all over them and down into their butt
crack. And do you know how hard it is for your mother to get into
and out of that toilet seat in her condition?"
 
Jason hadn't thought of it quite that way before.
 
"I'd like you to apologize to your mother."
 
"I was just so tired, it was so hard to get out of bed. Why
couldn't she just hold it?"
 
"I told you, pregnant women get that way at the end."
 
Jason apologized, and he tried to be extra nice to his mother to
make up by helping her more. Saving her from having to bend down
was a big help. She noticed and appreciated it.
 
His parents helped each other pee at night, but he often helped
his mother during the day. As the only female in the house, she
was the only one who could help him. Everyone had to have
contingency plans for members of the opposite sex to help them
pee. If you couldn't get help, your full bladder could become
very painful, and eventually you would contract a fatal disease.
 
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Clara gave birth to a set of twins, girls but not identical.
Kelly was the bigger one who cried louder. Katy was quieter and
smaller, though not premature by any means.
 
Clara was nursing Katy. "Jason, could you see if Kelly needs help
peeing?"
 
"OK, mom."
 
For a month or so, all babies could just pee on their own, but
you never knew just when the transition would take place. If a
baby was more than a couple weeks old and cried with no other
explanation, a parent would always test to see if they had
reached the point of needing help to pee.
 
Kelly was fussing, lying on her back on the little baby blanket
on the floor. Jason unfastened her dry diaper. He spread her legs
wide, pulled her little girl lips apart and touched his tongue to
her pee hole.
 
He licked gently for a second, as he had so many time before. He
was about to pull away when a flood covered his tongue.
 
"Yuck!" he said, spitting. He knew that might happen, but it
still grossed him out. Kelly's diaper caught most of the flow.
 
"She did it! She did it!" cried Clara. "Oh, I can't wait to tell
your father!" Katy choked and gurgled as she nursed, upset by her
mother's outburst.
 
"She peed on me!" complained Jason. "It's gross!" He stomped off
to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth out.

He returned to find Kelly as he had left her, lower parts wet and
lying half on and half off a wet diaper.

"Should I change her?" he asked.

"That would be great."
 
Jason was trying to be a good big brother. He didn't go anywhere
near the poopy diapers, but he changed a lot that were just wet.
He carted the tiny girl off to her bedroom and the changing
table, then wiped her where she was wet and put on the new
diaper.

"Bring her over here," said his mother. "You're very helpful,
Jason, thank you!"
 
Jason shrugged it off but was secretly happy to get the
compliment. He was still feeling a little guilty ever since he
refused to help his mommy pee when she was pregnant.
 
There was a lot more girl pee in his future. When children were
two or so, they learned to signal and hold off their pee for a
second or two so their partner could get their mouth out of the
way. But anyone helping out a baby was likely to get peed on.
 
"Just think, Kelly might never have another wet diaper again."
 
Whenever a man or boy went to help Kelly pee, they'd hold her
over a little trough or pot or something else to catch the pee.
She would become incapable of wetting her diaper on her own.
Jason felt a little touch of sadness to think his tiny sister was
growing up.
 
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Kelly's twin Katy was a different story. Jason tried over and
over licking Katy's pee hole to see if he could get the fussy
baby to cheer up. Once she did pee after he licked her, but it
was just a coincidence. She kept wetting her diapers. As the
weeks rolled by, he could tell his mother was worried. She
stopped having him lick her pee hole. Unbeknownst to him, his
father was still trying periodically, but they didn't want Jason
to think his sister was unusual. His mother casually mentioned
that it was just as well he didn't mention to anyone else that
she still wet her diapers at three months.
 
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"Mom, you think Kelly could help me pee?"
 
"It's not a good idea. She doesn't know to slide her tongue over
the little slit in the end of your penis. She might or might not.
Her reflex is just to suck."
 
That was what his mother had said.

Jason took off Kelly's diaper and slid her little pee tray under
her. Leaning down between her legs, he spread her little girl
lips and touched her pee hole quickly with his tongue and removed
it. Nothing happened. He tried again; still nothing. So he stuck
the tip of his tongue on her hole and left it there. Suddenly the
pee surged forth before he could get his tongue away. When
Kelly's stream stopped, he deftly took the bowl out from under
her and set it aside. He first cleaned his own tongue with the
wipe, then dabbed her crotch with it and fastened up her diaper.
She didn't need a diaper to catch her pee any more, but she still
needed one for when she pooped.
 
He stuck her in her crib and went to empty her pee into the
toilet, then rinsed his own mouth. When he returned, he looked at
her lying there so innocently. He was still curious if she could
help him pee. It was rude among big kids or grown-ups to have
someone help you pee but then refuse to help them. He figured he
had the right -- sort of.
 
He lay her on the floor on a blanket. He held his pee bottle and
squatted over her. Then he pulled out his dick and stuck it in
her mouth. She sucked eagerly, and he was surprised at her
strength! The little rhythmic bursts were strange and funny, and
he had to stifled his laugh. Just then Kelly's tongue brushed
against his pee hole, and he felt his release. Out of sheer habit
he said, "OK." But Kelly didn't know to let go. She kept right on
sucking. It took Jason a moment to pop his dick free because she
was sucking so firmly, and before he could even get it fully out
of her mouth he let loose, peeing all over Kelly's mouth and face
and shirt before he got his dick pointed into the bottle to catch
the rest.
 
The pee-soaked girl started bawling. He tried to think quickly.
Was there any way he could keep his mother from finding out?
Maybe he could wipe her off and get her into some dry clothes to
cover his tracks. When his pee stopped, he set the bottle to the
side, quick pulled his pants up, and hastened to Kelly's dresser
looking for a new change of clothing. There was lots of it to
rummage through, but he didn't know how to find one of the few
everyday outfits she would wear at her age. The girl with pee all
over her face kept crying.
 
"What's the matter?" called his mother from the other room.
 
"Nothing, nothing!" he said hastily. Hearing his mother's
footsteps, he shut the drawer and frantically grabbed some wipes
to at least clean off his little sister's face, but he was too
late.
 
Clara appeared in the doorway. "How did her pee get on her face?"
she asked and then stopped. Kelly's potty was on the changing
table and empty. The container over by the wall with pee in it
was Jason's jar.
 
Then she smiled. "Jason, I thought you were toilet trained!"
 
"I, I... She wouldn't let go!" he said miserably.
 
Clara tried to stifle her reaction but couldn't help laughing out
loud.
 
"I guess she showed you!" she said.
 
"I'll clean it up!" said Jason, trying to make the best of the
situation.
 
"I think that's a great idea," said his mother. "Let me clean up
your sister, while you rinse that blanket, put it in the hamper
and wipe the floor."
 
She first cleaned the worst of the pee off Kelly's face, then
picked her up and headed off to the bathroom, holding the girl
with pee-soaked shirt out from her body a little.
 
"Did your bad big brother just pee all over you?" she said in her
motherly baby talk. "Naughty big brother!" But after a brief
pause, she said, loud enough for her son to hear, "I guess you're
peeing on his tongue all the time. You helped your first boy pee,
and such a little girl!" she said sweetly as she rinsed out
Kelly's mouth and cleaned her up.
 
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Jason was seven when Lisa started following him around. Lisa was
six. She was nice enough, he guessed. A couple of times she asked
him if he'd help her pee, and he was OK with it. She helped him
too, of course.
 
But he got tired of her following him around so much, and he told
her to leave him alone. She cried a little when he said that, but
she did stop following him around. When he knew he could get her
to bug off just by asking, he didn't mind her hanging out with
him now and then. She looked up to him as the big kid and he
could boss her around.
 
"Jason?"
 
"Yeah?"
 
"Do you like me OK?"
 
"Sure, Lisa, I guess."
 
"Would you be my morning and bedtime pee buddy?"
 
"What?"
 
"You know, when you get grown up enough you don't have your daddy
do it any more? I mean, that's me. For you your mommy? My mommy
thinks I ought to find one."
 
Jason had heard of the idea. Some of his pals had done that. He
didn't mind having his mom help him out, but he guessed he'd be
more grown up if he had  a pee buddy his own age. What would his
pals think of her? Lisa was a little younger, but she wasn't fat
or ugly or anything. She also lived just around the block.
 
"We just do it for each other before bed and in the morning?"
 
"Yeah! Instead of our daddy and mommy."
 
"But you don't hang out with me all the time or anything?"
 
"No, no! I'll still do things with the girls and you can do
things with your boy friends."

His mother and father thought it was a great idea. Clara checked
with Lisa's mother and found she was very enthusiastic about this
pee buddy match-up. Clara was surprised at just how enthusiastic.
 
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They began with him walking over to Lisa's every night and having
her come to his house every morning.
 
There were problems, though. Lisa went to bed before he did, so
he had to stop what he was doing and go help her pee before she
could go to sleep. She'd do him at the same time, but then of
course she wasn't there to help him when he went to sleep. It was
nice to go to sleep with a totally empty bladder. On the other
end, he got annoyed when she woke him up in the morning. He
threatened to call the whole thing off if she kept waking him up.
Then a couple times he woke to find a sad little girl sitting
cross-legged outside his door, holding her hands down between her
legs and rocking back and forth.
 
"Hey Jason," said his father.
 
"Yeah?"
 
"You know how you and Lisa aren't on the same schedule, and it's
tough?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"How'd you like to have sleepovers?"
 
"Sleepovers?"
 
"You know, she sleeps here one night, you sleep there the next.
That way you can be on the same schedule."
 
He didn't like the idea of sleeping over at Lisa's house so much.
He still wanted to be with his own family. Besides, she was an
only child, and her house wasn't set up to be friendly for kids,
somehow. What with him and Kelly and Katy, his house was all
about kids.
 
The first time he slept over there, he had his own room with a
nice big bed and clean sheets, and Lisa had hers. She stayed up
until he got there at night. They helped each other pee, then
they each went to their own rooms to sleep. But it was too quiet,
too neat and clean, and creepy.
 
But Lisa was thrilled to sleep over at Jason's all the time, and
none of the four parents minded either.

There were only two rooms for kids -- one for the twins and one
for Jason. At first Lisa slept on an air mattress on the floor in
the girls' room. It was pretty crowded, though, and his mother
asked if he'd try letting Lisa sleep on the floor in his room. He
grudgingly agreed, but found she was in the way. She and her
things and her bedding. When he first complained to his mother,
Lisa started doing his chores for him, like cleaning up his
clothes and making his bed. That got his attention, and he found
she wasn't so much in the way after all, once he got used to it.
 
She adapted herself to his sleep schedule rather than the other
way around.

His mother asked, "Jason, that air mattress is cluttering up your
floor. Why don't you let Lisa sleep in your bed with you. It's
plenty big." It was a double bed.
 
He shrugged and figured he'd give it a try. The first night when
he turned over in his sleep his outflung arm landed on flesh, not
sheet.
 
"Lisa!" he groaned.
 
"Oh, sorry!" she said, and scooted away to the very edge of the
bed.
 
"Whatever," he mumbled and went back to sleep.
 
Pretty soon she didn't perch on the edge of the bed any more,
though she still stayed on her own side. If he flung out his arm
and it landed on Lisa instead of the sheets, he didn't think much
of it.
 
Lisa started coming over earlier in the evening instead of just
at bedtime. Then she brought her school things with her when she
came over at night, so she could go straight to school from
Jason's instead of going back to her own house for breakfast.
 
Lisa was a big help with the twins, who adored her. She was
polite and helpful, and Jason's parents thought she was a good
influence on their son too.
 
Soon she was essentially living there. Clara and John scratched
their heads when her parents didn't object. They didn't seem to
mind that by a succession of small steps, their daughter had
essentially moved out.
 
Clara and John struggled financially, while Lisa's parents were
well off. Her parents knew it too, though it was never mentioned.
As a token of their appreciation, Lisa's mother gave Clara a gift
certificate to the local high-end clothing store, saying it was
for Lisa and Clara's kids too. It was more than the entire family
clothing budget for a year. They bought the family a new SUV when
the old van started giving out. And they somehow had a spare two
weeks at the vacation home by the beach they rented each summer.
They explained that the owner only rented by the month, and they
themselves could only use two weeks.
 
Everyone seemed happy.
 
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It was bedtime. Lisa knelt as usual, but Jason noticed that just
before she moved her head in to his penis, she gave him a shy
smile. Instead of just touching the slit where Jason's pee came
out, Lisa's tongue swirled around the outside of his penis tip.
 
"What are you doing, Lisa?" asked Jason with a chuckle.
 
"Do you mind?"
 
"No, I guess not," he said as she went back to her swirling. He
was about to put an end to this silliness when he realized it
felt kind of good. His penis was also getting stiff. It got that
way sometimes all by itself, but he'd never had that happen when
he was trying to pee.
 
"OK, enough of that," he said after maybe half a minute, his
penis now fully hard and stiff.

Lisa just sat up instead of touching his pee hole with her
tongue.

"Why don't you let me pee?" he asked.

"Oh, it won't work," she said.

"What makes you think that?"

Lisa shrugged and knelt on the floor. She tongued his little pee
slit on his erect little penis and kept it there, looking up at
him. His pee didn't let go.

She kept her tongue against his hard tip. His penis slowly
deflated, and she lowered her tongue and head at the same rate.
It was kind of a funny sight.

When it was mostly soft he felt the pee coming, so he signaled
Lisa and peed into the toilet.
 
"Why did you do that with my dick?" Jason asked as they lay in
bed that night.
 
Lisa didn't speak for a few seconds. "You promise not to tell?"
 
"Yeah, promise."
 
"My daddy taught me to do that after I'd already helped him pee
because he liked it. He liked me to keep going a lot longer."
 
"Oh."
 
"And then he breathed funny and groaned and did this special kind
of pee then."
 
"Weird," said Jason.
 
That was the end of the conversation, and they fell asleep.
 
As they were in the bathroom for their morning pees, she asked,
"You know what else my daddy did?"
 
Jason shook his head.
 
"You have to promise not to tell!"
 
"OK, I promise." he said.
 
"First help me pee," she said.
 
When she was done he stood there in front of the toilet.
 
After she wiped herself, she said, "Do it again."
 
Jason shrugged and lowered his head between Lisa's legs.
 
"Now take bigger licks -- a little higher up." Lisa gave a
satisfied sigh.

Jason raised his head after a couple seconds, wondering what was
next.

"Can you do it some more?" she asked. "It feels good."

Jason shrugged and went back to licking right above Lisa's pee
hole for another half a minute, then got up.
 
"It feels good when you do that. I -- I didn't really like it
when my dad did it, but I kind of miss it too." She lowered her
eyes, then looked up briefly after a pause and said, "I like it
when you do it."
 
"OK," Jason said, shrugging.
 
The next day she asked if he'd do it again, and while he did, it
kind of bothered him.
 
He had promised to keep Lisa's secrets, but he was also seven
years old. He told his parents what Lisa had told him and showed
him. They nodded thoughtfully.
 
That gave his parents a pretty good hunch as to why Lisa was so
happy to be away from her own home. It also perhaps explained why
Lisa's mother was pushing her daughter to find a pee buddy.

As for her father, they weren't sure what to think. He didn't
ever object to Lisa's absence. They figured maybe he didn't want
to do that stuff with her, but it was just too much temptation
having his daughter's mouth on his penis several times a day. His
tongue between her legs was just as tempting, apparently.

They decided not to say anything about it and leave the situation
as it was. They told Jason to go back to being plain old pee
buddies, with none of that extra stuff. He was relieved, and Lisa
accepted it without complaint.
 
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 *Chapter 2*

Excerpts from a medical self-help site:
 
A Girl With Wet Diapers
 
It's a milestone as sure as sleeping through the night, smiling
or sitting up. Your little girl cries, daddy or big brother tries
licking, and for the first time the girl responds and pees! She's
joined the human family.
 
Very rarely, the weeks go by, baby cries, daddy licks, and no pee
comes out. She still wets her diapers. The girl pees whenever her
body tells her to. If she doesn't need help to pee by three
months, chances are she never will. She has Independent Urination
Syndrome, or IUS.  Roughly one in 400 girls has the condition.
Boys can get IUS, but it is much rarer.
 
You probably know by now that IUS is a very serious condition. It
is very hard to accept the prognosis for IUS: your daughter is
almost certain to contract the bloody kidney disease by age
eleven, though the median age is eight.

We are all used to the horror of this disease when it is
triggered in the usual way, by inability to pee. Hundreds of
people a year die of the disease when stranded without anyone of
the opposite sex for more than a day or two.  The disease is
always fatal, and it is just as deadly when triggered by IUS.
 
Something in your daughter's development went wrong. But in
another sense, your daughter is the pure wild form of humanity,
the noble savage. In a sense the rest of us are the strange ones,
and she is normal!
 
It helps to remember your history. We all know of the bloody
kidney holocaust, but many of us forget the details. It is now
nearly 600 years in our past. A virus swept the earth that caused
disintegration of the kidneys. It was very contagious and
invariably fatal, except to a tiny minority. Because of a genetic
quirk, an abnormality, the tiny minority survived. Their only
symptom of the disease was what we now take for granted: they
needed help to pee. Most of the population perished, but our
ancestors survived to replenish the earth.

Today we are all infected with the bloody kidney virus, and we
all have that little genetic abnormality that lets us live. For
those who think our urination pattern is an advance that sets us
apart from the animals, you should remember that it is just the
symptom of a disease!
 
Before the disease struck, the population of the earth was 7
billion people. Today it is around 9 million. For every one of us
today, there were nearly one thousand people before the bloody
kidney holocaust! Their lives were wild and free. A person could
go off alone for weeks at a time, because when they needed to
pee, they simply relaxed their muscles and urinated -- all by
themselves. Thousands of men in armies might not see a woman for
weeks at a time! They had the "freedom" to slaughter each other.
Religious orders were created where hundreds of women would never
touch or see a man for their entire adult lives.
 
Men and women alike hid what was between their legs, especially
from the other sex. Showing that part of their bodies to anyone
was a solemn step which usually led to sexual intercourse. In
what seems downright perverse to us, there were separate rooms in
public places where men and women went to pee. It was part of
keeping the other gender from seeing what they quaintly referred
to as "private parts."
 
The bloody kidney virus has required us to be more
interdependent, to keep males and females in close contact with
each other at all times. It has allowed us to achieve
civilization. But your daughter is not defective -- we are!
 
Your daughter can live the full, happy life of a child. She has
no disabilities -- you really can't call *not* needing help to
pee a disability! There is nothing to keep her from enjoying
childhood, one of the happiest times of our lives.
 
We envy the freedom that the pre-holocaust men and women had --
those noble savages. Your daughter can taste that freedom if she
wants to. She can experience the freedom without the savagery.
She will end up paying a terrible price, of course, but while she
lives she has more options and more freedom than the rest of us.
 
But you are faced with practical concerns. You need to help her
deal with being different.
 
Your immediate concern is that your daughter keeps wetting her
diapers. The good news is that about the same time that a normal
child learns to control her bowel movements, your IUS daughter
will learn to control her pee. She will be as eager as any child
to give up her diapers, and she has the muscles to control when
she pees. She can decide to start peeing whenever she wants and
can even cut off her stream in mid-flow. There is nothing painful
or difficult about it for her.
 
But your girl is going to want to feel as normal as possible. So
you should go through the same routines with her as we do for
peeing. Daddy or big brother can lick her just like any other
girl. When she is young it won't have any effect. Fathers and
brothers may naturally feel inadequate, but they usually come to
understand even at an emotional level that it isn't their fault.
As your baby grows, she will start learning that it makes daddy
happy if she pees after being licked. She will still wet her
diaper at other times, however.
 
Once she can control her own pee, she will sometimes choose to
follow the same pattern as the rest of us, waiting to urinate
until a male is there to lick her. She can help males to pee --
just because she doesn't need help doesn't mean she can't give
it.
 
Once she reaches three years of age, she will be able to pass as
a normal girl if she wants. But at home she will usually just pee
by herself. It really is a lot simpler to just climb up on the
toilet and go. With no need to expose her urinary opening to a
man's tongue, she can assume a more upright position on the
toilet and the urine flows straight down, easing her cleanup.

A father may feel he is missing out on this intimate time with
his daughter. He may feel rejected. But our other forms of
affection including hugs and snuggles meet her need for intimacy
and can meet his too.

Her father will not having to get out of bed in the night or
early in the morning to help her, and he may feel guilty for
enjoying that small luxury.
 
Just because your IUS daughter chooses to pee by herself doesn't
mean she won't change her mind. It is important that a father
cheerfully meet her desire for the comfort of his tongue whenever
she asks for it. It is a symbol of love, and she may want the
symbol even if she doesn't require it biologically.
 
It is important to show your IUS girl the freedom she has. Even
if she seems content with the normal pattern, suggest that she
experiment with using the toilet by herself and make sure she
knows there is nothing wrong with it. The choice should be hers.
Given the cloud hanging over her future, the least she deserves
is the freedom to choose her path with regard to urination.
 
Another reaction parents often have is envy. We are used to our
ways, but life would be a great deal simpler if we had the
choices your IUS daughter has!
 
Starting when she is three or so, your daughter can pass for
normal in the world. That is the way it has always been done, and
it is a very good way. Remember that once the kids on the
playground know she has IUS, there is no going back.
 
But there is an IUS pride movement. Some girls don't want to keep
a secret. They want the other children to know they can pee
whenever they want. We have all seen the videos of girls
squatting in the playground without a boy anywhere near and
peeing. Some people think upsetting public displays of that kind
should be illegal. But children are less upset by strange events
than adults are.
 
Parents usually try to dissuade their girl from going public
until she is very sure that is what she wants.

No adult wants to beat an IUS girl over the head with her
impending mortality. The girl will usually practice a healthy
denial -- healthy because there is nothing useful she can do with
knowledge of her shortened lifespan. But other children can be
insensitive if not cruel and remind her of it in blunt terms.
They may not want to play with her.
 
Often it's the parents who are most relieved at not having to
keep the IUS secret. Sometimes they will share their secret with
other parents but instruct them not to tell their children. You
should consider that carefully, however. Other parents sometimes
find it a burden to have to keep a secret like that.

Then, of course, there is the end. This section can be very
upsetting, so think carefully about whether you want to read it
and when.
 
You have a happy girl, as vibrant and full of life as any child.
Suddenly she develops a benign-looking rash around her urinary
opening. Roughly a day later the acute phase of the disease
begins with a high fever. Roughly a day later she will lose
consciousness for the last time and start passing blood in her
urine. She will usually live around a day and a half after that,
as her kidneys pass more and more blood.

If your girl notices and reports her rash, you may have 48 hours
to say goodbye before she loses consciousness, and if not it
could be 24 or less. You will have at most another day and a half
before she actually dies. There is so little warning! The other
side of the coin is that your girl is not suffering a prolonged
decline; she is healthy until the very last couple days of her
life. At the end, she is no more uncomfortable than anyone else
with a  fever.
 
There are support groups for IUS girls and their families. If
there is one in your area, we strongly suggest you consider
joining. If not, there are online forums.

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One April evening, Jason, Lisa and Clara were in the living room
watching a video. They heard the car door slam. Seconds later
Katy came racing through, face red and tear-stained.
 
John walked in a few seconds later.
 
"What was that about?" Clara asked.
 
John gave a weary sigh and shook his head. "These support groups
are supposed to be helpful, and I guess they are, until something
like this happens."
 
"What?"
 
"Remember Stacy?"
 
"The little redhead?"
 
"She's gone."
 
"You mean...?"
 
"Yeah, dead."
 
"Oh, no," said Clara, holding back tears. Jason and Lisa just
watched.
 
"How old was she?"
 
"Just six."
 
"Oh, so young!" Katy was already five years old. "When?"
 
"She actually died yesterday, but she had it for a couple days,
just like they said would happen."
 
"Her parents weren't at the group, were they?"
 
"No, the facilitators gathered us round and told us something sad
had happened, then gave the news. Then we broke up into little
groups and shared how we felt about it. Mary's mother was pretty
upset, and I think her reaction really got to Katy."
 
Kelly wandered out into the hall from the room she shared with
her twin.
 
"Katy's really sad," she said uncertainly.
 
"I'm sure she is, sweetie," said Clara. "Let me talk to her."
 
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Two weeks later, a group of kids was gathered in the playground.
"You'll never guess what I heard," said Dave excitedly. "You know
that IUS thing?"
 
A few kids nodded.
 
"They have a way of preventing it. A boy sticks his dick into her
a lot!"
 
There were cries of, "Yeah, right" and "Very funny, Dave."
 
"No, it's true!" he said. It sounded preposterous, but Dave
wasn't usually one to make things up.
 
Katy had heard the commotion and wandered over. Jason joined a
few seconds later.
 
"A boy sticks his dick in this IUS girl, like how they make
babies?" asked a boy.
 
"No, that's just grown-ups," said a girl.
 
"It's just grown-ups who do it for babies, but kids can do it
too," Dave said.
 
"Gross. I'd rather die than do that!" said the girl.
 
"I think it could be fun!" said Bob, one to take a contrary
position on anything.
 
"Yeah, sure," said one girl with disgust, with others echoing the
same sentiment.

"Hey," said Bob, "she's not going to live long enough to have sex
later!"
 
No one knew Katy had IUS. During the discussion she tried as hard
as she could to look normal as she listened. She and Jason
exchanged glances a few times.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
"Help me pee?" asked Katy when they got home.
 
"Katy!" said Jason. She never wanted help at home.
 
"Please!" she whined.
 
Jason knew the news about that other girl must be tough for her
to take, and didn't know what she would think of the rumor they
had heard on the playground.
 
Katy hopped up onto the toilet and lay back, tilting her pelvis
way up to make her pee hole especially easy to reach. Jason
leaned over and licked her hole.
 
"OK," said Katy after a second, and as Jason drew back her pee
spurted and then dribbled out. She had it down perfectly. You'd
never know she had IUS.
 
She wiped herself but didn't get down. She poked with a finger
lower down, partway back to her poop hole. "It must go in there
somewhere..." she said, poking around and wincing.
 
"Katy!" said Jason.
 
"What?"
 
"Don't hurt yourself. It was  just a story!"

"It was not!" she said with a vehemence that was unusual.
 
Jason looked at her, then said, "Let's go look on the web."
 
A bit of searching showed that Dave hadn't just been making it
up. A father had started having sex with his IUS daughter when
she was six, and she was still healthy at age 13. A discerning
adult would have seen that the whole thing was based on that
anecdote and one small "study" involving five girls. These
limitations weren't apparent to 11-year-old Jason and certainly
not to 5-year-old Katy.

In the discussion threads there was a lot of information about
how this sex treatment would work in practice.
 
Jason had gotten boners for as long as he could remember, and he
knew that it felt good when it rubbed against something. He
hadn't started going through puberty at all, so his dick was
still small even when it was stiff. But now they said that if he
rubbed it up and down a certain way, something different would
happen. And the very first time he tried it, he found that after
a few minutes he did get a good feeling. It passed over him like
a wave and then he didn't want to rub any more right away. That
was what they were talking about.
 
Could he stick it into Katy -- wherever that hole was exactly?
The idea was kind of gross. It sounded very naughty. But Katy was
begging him to try it, and it did sound kind of exciting too. He
also knew it would have to be secret because his parents would
never agree to it. Katy was persistent -- it wasn't just a
passing whim. After ten days he relented.
 
"Katy, come on in," Jason said quietly. Lisa was out and wouldn't
be home for a while, so his room was free. "You still want to try
that thing?"
 
"Yes, yes!" the little girl said.
 
"First, let's both pee," he said, a routine task quickly
accomplished.
 
"So we both take all our clothes off."
 
That was easy enough.
 
"Now you lie back on the bed and spread your legs wide open."
 
"I found the hole where it goes," she said.
 
Jason then lay on top of her. Katy giggled at having her big
brother on top half squishing her. His penis touched Katy's girl
parts, but it wasn't hard.
 
He slid off her to one side and started rubbing his penis up and
down with his hand.
 
"What's that for?" Katy asked, rolling towards him to watch.
 
"That's to make it hard so it can stick into you," he said.
"There," he said as his penis had become pretty much erect. She
flopped onto her back again and he rolled over on top of her, but
as he tried to figure out the geometry of insertion, his penis
rapidly shrank again.
 
He rubbed again, but while it started stiffening up a little, it
didn't last.
 
He still remembered what Lisa had done to him years earlier. The
web discussed it too.
 
"Katy, one way to make it hard is if you take it in your mouth
and lick all around -- not the pee hole, but the rest of it."
 
"Really?" she said.
 
"Yeah."
 
"You're not just playing a trick on me?" she said, eying him
suspiciously.
 
"No... I'm not sure how it's going to feel myself," he said,
though that memory of Lisa's tongue was still vivid.
 
Katy shrugged and lowered her face to his organ. That much she
had done hundreds of times before. Now she slid her lips around
the tip.
 
She looked up questioningly.
 
"Suck a little, I guess," he said. "Now lick."
 
It felt even better than he remembered with Lisa, and he also
felt it getting stiff in his little sister's mouth.
 
"There!" she said happily, popping her mouth off.
 
"Do it more," he said, "until it's really stiff."
 
She did, and the feelings built in him. This was better than when
he was rubbing up and down with his hand.
 
So they rolled over again.
 
"Right in there," Katy said, pointing.
 
He poked but their bodies weren't close enough to let his penis
do more than touch her opening.
 
"It doesn't reach," he said.
 
After trying this and that, Katy brought her knees up to her
chest, while Jason knelt between her legs to get a better view.
 
He pushed his penis where she indicated. Her flesh bent inward
but nothing else happened.
 
"There isn't a hole there," he said.
 
"Yeah, there is!" she said, and fiddled around with her fingers.
"Try again."
 
That time he felt his tip slide in.
 
Katy giggled. "You're in me!" she said.
 
"I'm supposed to go in as far as I can."
 
"I think that's all there is," she said.
 
"Let's see." Jason pushed and kept pushing. His dick went in a
little more.
 
"See?" he said.
 
"OK!" she said, her eyes wide with surprise.
 
Every time he pushed it slid in a little more. "Does it hurt?"
 
"It feels weird, but it doesn't hurt."
 
Finally he couldn't get in any further.
 
"What now?" she asked.
 
"I think I'm supposed to do this." Jason started an in-and-out
motion. The inside of his sister's vagina was wetter than his own
hand, but a lot dryer than her mouth.
 
Katy held herself up a little on her elbows and looked with
interest at her brother's little cock going in and out.
 
"When do you stop?" she asked.
 
"I'm supposed to keep going until I get that good feeling," he
said.
 
He kept going and going for maybe ten minutes, but it never
happened. Katy's vagina didn't squeeze him with the same pressure
as his hand; maybe that was part of it.
 
He pulled out and lay beside her.
 
"Well, we did it!" Katy said.
 
"Yeah, but I never got the good feeling."
 
He looked some more on the web. They said to make sure the girl's
vagina was wet. The top suggestion for how to do that was exactly
what he remembered doing with Lisa years before. He invited Katy
into his room the next time they had some privacy.
 
"We're supposed to get you wet so my dick goes in and out more
easily. Lie back," he said, bringing his head between her legs.
"I'll try licking a little differently -- not just how we do for
pee."
 
He licked a little higher, right where he had licked Lisa.
 
After a few seconds, he stopped. "How does that feel?"
 
"I don't know," she said, "but try not so hard."
 
Jason went back to licking his little sister.
 
"Oh! Hmmm," she said. "That feels pretty good."
 
Jason kept licking. Katy checked with her finger.
 
"Wow, I really am getting wet!"
 
"OK, let's do it!" he said. His penis had gotten hard all by
itself.
 
He plunged in again and it felt a lot better! He kept sliding in
and out, trying to get just the right sensations to give him the
good feeling. He'd get close, but then it would slip away.
Finally, after maybe twenty minutes, he felt that glow and the
good feeling all through his body. It felt especially right
somehow when his dick was inside a girl. It made sense, because
that was how you made a baby.
 
"There," he said, smiling.
 
"You did it?" she asked.
 
"Yeah."
 
"So we do it a few times more?"
 
"Not just a few times. We're supposed to do it twice a day and
never stop."
 
"Twice a day!"
 
Jason nodded. He wasn't sure he wanted to do it that much. It was
a lot of work.
 
Finding a regular place to be alone when nobody would walk in on
them wasn't so easy either.
 
They finally found a place in the woods. It was a small clear
area inside a thicket, with soft pine needles covering the
ground. It was spring, so it was usually warm enough. Katy
hitched up her dress or pulled her pants down, and in either case
pulled her panties down so she was fully exposed. She could rub
herself where Jason had been using his tongue and that would make
her wet. Jason was often hard just thinking about where his penis
was going to go, but if not Katy licked it. Jason first tried
just pulling his penis out through his fly, but it wasn't long
enough to stay in her that way and Katy didn't like his scratchy
clothes rubbing against her naked parts. So he pulled his pants
down to his ankles so he could flex his legs like a frog. That
let him really press their bodies together down there and let him
get into her vagina, while their other contact was boy flesh to
girl flesh, smooth and warm. He learned how to get that good
feeling a lot sooner. Katy reported that sometimes it felt a
little bit good to her too.
 
Twice a day was just too much. They tried to do it every day, but
sometimes they couldn't get away or he didn't feel like it. Katy
was always willing.
 
Then one August day, as Jason was pushing his little dick in and
out of Katy fast and deep, Katy whispered "Jason" urgently,
wriggling beneath him and pulling away. Jason turned around.
 
Lisa was standing there staring at them, a stony expression on
her face. She stayed only an instant before she took off.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
Jason was hauled into his parents' bedroom for a "talk." Both
parents glared at him. He fought back tears. He really had meant
well! Haltingly, he explained the theory he had heard in school,
and he got a little respite while his mother brought up the web
write-ups. They couldn't all see her handheld at once, so John
brought it up on the full screen.
 
John explained how it was just based on anecdotal evidence, how
the five-girl study had no control group, and how three of those
girls had died by then. It all went over Jason's head, partly
because he was so upset.
 
"Why didn't you ask us first?" his mother said.
 
"It was Katy's idea!" he said.
 
"You're not answering my question."
 
"Well, first we didn't know if we could figure out how to do it,
and then... I think we knew you'd say no."
 
"Right. But you did it anyway."
 
"I'm sorry, it's just that she wanted to try it so much, and..."
Jason stopped, trying to control his tears.
 
"I don't want her to die!" he said.
 
"Of course not," his father said. "None of us want that. But we
can't do crazy things just hoping it might help."
 
But his parents weren't so angry once they knew it was Katy's
idea and what they were trying to accomplish.
 
Still, he was forbidden under any circumstances to have sex with
his sister. He would not allow her to help him pee, and he would
not pretend to help her pee. They were never to be alone together
in private.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
Three weeks later Jason's mother found him alone in his bedroom.
 
"Katy's been a handful lately," his mother said. Indeed, the
little girl had been uncooperative with anything her mother
suggested. She stopped doing anything around the house. She
played with her food but wouldn't eat anything but dessert. After
one bitter fight, she had squatted and peed right on the living
room rug! And they could hear her crying softly to herself at
night.

"If only you hadn't started doing that -- "
 
"I've said I'm sorry!" Jason said, exasperated. "Let me say it
again! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
 
"No, it's not that," his mother said. "We understand. You were
trying to help your sister."
 
Jason paused and waited. This was a new tack his mother was
taking.
 
"I wish you'd asked permission first, and I wish it hadn't
started, but it's too late for that now. What's bugging Katy is
pretty simple. You were trying to save her life, and no one else
is." His mother sighed. "In fact, we're keeping you from trying
to save her life. If you're willing -- and only if you're willing
-- would you start it again?"
 
Jason looked at his mother in bewilderment. Was she serious?
Could he go back to giving Katy what she wanted? He also had to
admit that he missed it a lot too.
 
"There are dangers for you in this, too," she added.
 
"I don't care. Yes. Yes, I will!"
 
"No more sneaking out to the woods," his mother said. "If you're
willing, we'd like Katy and Lisa to switch beds. Then you can do
it" -- she shuddered when she said those words -- "whenever you
want."
 
"Does Katy know?"
 
"No, I couldn't say anything until I knew you were willing. Why
don't you tell her?"
 
"OK," Jason said, smiling.

"But we're going to keep asking both of you over and over if you
really, really want to be doing it."
 
------------------------------------------------
 
"Hey Katy," he said, finding her in her room. "Why don't you come
to my room with me for a moment. I want to show you something."
 
"Mom and Dad will get mad if I do that," she said.
 
"No, don't worry about it. I got Mom's permission. It's OK."
 
Once in his room, with door locked, he waited until they were
both seated on the bed, then he turned to her. "Mom says that if
you want, we can start doing it again!"
 
Katy's eyes lit up. "Really! Wow... Now?" she asked.
 
"Yup, now!"
 
"Should we head out to the thicket?"
 
"We don't need to, Katy. We can do it right here, in my bed."
 
Katy looked surprised. "Right here?"
 
"Only if you want."
 
Katy stood in front of Jason, beaming. She put her hands on the
hips to her sweatpants. She hesitated just a moment. Then in a
flash, Katy was on the bed with her pants and panties down to her
ankles, as Jason stripped from the waist down.
 
"Why don't we take everything off?" he said. "Since there's no
pine needles or anything."
 
"OK!" said the girl, smiling, and soon she lay naked on her back,
legs spread wide, hand massaging between her legs to wet herself.
 
Jason's penis pumped fully to erection in seconds. He lay on her
and his penis slid in. It was so much nicer on a soft bed, and it
was so much more relaxing now they had their parents' consent. It
had been a while, and he had missed it, so it didn't take him
very long with his fast back and forth strokes before he pressed
up into her hard and got his good feeling. He moaned and Katy
gave him a squeeze with her arms. He slid out of her and she
cuddled against him.
 
"We can rest like this!" she said. "When can we do it again?" she
asked.
 
"Well, it takes me a while before I'm ready."
 
"Maybe tonight, before Lisa comes in?"
 
"I've got good news for you, Katy. You and Lisa are switching
beds, so you'll be sleeping with me all the time!"
 
"Really? So we can do it any time?"
 
"Right," he said.
 
Katy stayed up past her bedtime, and Jason went to bed early,
both eager to establish a new pattern. Before pulling their
pajama bottoms on, they faced each other and smiled. They had
turned the lights off but could see each other in tones of gray.
Katy put her hand between her legs and got herself wet quickly.
Hearing the rustling sound, Jason put his hand down there.
Feeling her warm thighs and the rhythmic motion of her fingers,
he was soon hard. Since he had had his good feeling just a few
hours before, it took him a long time. But after twenty minutes
he got it again. She said it really had felt pretty nice for her
towards the end.
 
Years before, it had taken him a while to get used to sharing his
bed with Lisa. It was routine now, but they always kept their
distance. But since he and Katy were so intimate, it was easy to
sleep right next to her. Sometimes she'd hug his back gently, or
if they were turned the other way he'd hug hers.
 
They'd try to do it every morning and every night, but sometimes
he just couldn't get himself erect the second time, or if he did
he couldn't stay hard long enough to get his good feeling.
Synchronizing sleep schedules was difficult. They got up at the
same time, but it was hard for Katy to stay up that late. He'd
often find she had fallen asleep with the light on, still dressed
and waiting for him. But she waited for him to arrive before she
really went to bed.
 
Lisa wasn't pleased at the bed switch, but she grumbled and
accepted it. Kelly was happy to have big girl Lisa sharing her
room.
 
Katy was available to help Jason pee, and she consumed a lot of
his energy since they had sex so much. He offered to keep being
Lisa's primary pee buddy, but she bowed out and began using his
father for her needs. In fact, she never let Jason help her pee
and would go to neighbors rather than suggest he help her.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
The change came on gradually. First he found he had no trouble
getting hard twice a day. Then he found he had a twinge of a
different kind of desire -- something darker and more powerful.
He had liked doing it with Katy before, because it was close and
warm, because he got his good feeling, and because he was helping
his sister. But now his desire to do it had a different
dimension. His good feeling started feeling better, and it didn't
take him as long to get it.
 
Jason woke in the middle of the night, spooned against his warm
sister. His penis was hard, and he wanted to get into her again.
They had done it at bedtime, and they would do it in the morning.
But he didn't want to wait until morning. No one knew what would
protect his sister, but it seemed the more they did it, the more
likely it would be to help.
 
"Katy," he said gently. She gave no response. "Katy," he said a
little louder. He gently shook her shoulder.
 
"Mmmmm?" she said, groggily.
 
"I feel like doing it to you again. Would you like that?"
 
"Why?"
 
"The more we do it, the better, right?"
 
"Yeah," she said. "OK." She sighed and reached down between her
legs.
 
"I'll do that -- you just relax," he said.
 
"OK," she said.
 
He rubbed her urgently, in line with his own throbbing erection,
and had to remind himself to stay gentle.
 
Katy smiled but lay half asleep.
 
He turned over onto her and slid his hard cock right in. It felt
warm and right. He knew she wanted to go back to sleep, so the
faster the better. He just let his body go, and within seconds he
had his good feeling. He rolled off and drifted off quickly.
 
He woke up most nights wanting to do it to her, so they both
started sleeping naked from the waist down to make it easier.
 
Sometimes she barely woke up.

As the months rolled by, Jason's desire kept rising. He became
aware of rhythmic contractions in his penis when he had his good
feeling. He jerked off now and then and saw he was now shooting
out the semen that big boys made. He wanted to shoot it all up
inside Katy. He noticed now and then that his penis seemed to be
bigger when it was hard. It grew gradually and stretched Katy
gradually, so she never noticed any difference.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
Katy was almost seven. Jason was thirteen.
 
He wasn't sure at first. As he rubbed her in the middle of the
night, her pussy lips seemed a little bumpy. He made a point of
feeling again in the morning. It was just a skin irritation, he
told himself, but he also felt a sick dread.
 
Katy developed a mild fever during the day. She said she wasn't
feeling well and went to bed. His mother checked on her, and when
she came out from visiting her, he could tell she was fighting
back tears.
 
"Is it happening?" he asked, unbelieving.
 
"I'm afraid so," she said.
 
Jason was panicked. There was only one thing he knew how to do.
He went in to Katy, who gave him a little smile.
 
Katy didn't object when he started feeling between her legs and
made no complaint when he mounted her. Her fever made her warm
inside, and he came even more quickly than usual.
 
He lay with her. An hour later he was hard again, and as he
started fondling her lower lips, Katy frowned and said, "I don't
feel like it."
 
"It won't take long, Katy, don't worry." And after a mere ten
little strokes into her hot pussy he came again. She didn't
react.
 
His mother knocked, and after he said, "OK," she entered but
motioned him outside into the hall.
 
"Were you doing what I think you were doing?"

Jason nodded, not meeting her eyes.

"I thought you might be. Jason, there's nothing you can do.
You've been the best brother your sister could ever have wanted,
but it's too late."

"No!" he said with some heat, and headed back into her room.
 
"Jason!" his mother whispered loudly, but she didn't try to stop
him or object when he shut the door behind him with some force.
 
Katy was looking at him with bright eyes, welling with tears. "I
heard mom. She said it's too late. So I really am getting it,
aren't I? I kind of thought I must be, but I didn't want to
believe it."
 
She started crying weakly, and Jason held her. "I don't want to
die, Jason."
 
"We don't know anything for sure. No girl has ever been doing it
with a boy like we have. We'll beat this."
 
"You think so?" Katy said.
 
"Yes," he said, trying to sound convincing. And with that, he
mounted her and slid into her once more.
 
She winced, but he didn't stop. It took him half a minute, but he
had his "good feeling" again -- he still thought of it that way,
though he had long before learned it was an orgasm and
ejaculation.
 
After her father came home, his parents called him out to the
living room for a talk. He insisted they go outside into the
winter air, telling his mother reproachfully that Katy had
overheard her in the hall.
 
His mother said, "Jason, you've done everything you could. You
can't help her any more. You're going to have nightmares --
especially when she starts bleeding."
 
"Maybe she won't bleed," he said bravely.
 
"Oh, Jason..." she said softly.

There were a few moments of silence.
 
His father spoke. "I don't know, Clara, I can't see it's going to
do any harm."
 
Her mother looked at her husband, surprised.
 
He continued, "Unless there's a miracle, she'll be gone in a
couple days, and it won't matter. Why not let him keep doing it?
Then he'll know he did everything he could and won't have to keep
wondering." His father stood beside Jason and patted him the
back. "But only as long as you want."
 
His mother reconsidered. "OK, Jason, but please, if it doesn't
feel good, or it bothers you, stop any time, OK? You don't have
to go through this. In a few days," she said, and her tone became
a little steely, "she'll be dead and you'll still be alive, and I
don't want you to be scarred by it. You've done everything you
could, OK?"
 
"Yeah, OK. Yeah, thanks!" he said, angry but determined. His
parents had given up on her already!
 
Lisa brought Kelly in to visit her sister now and then. The
little girl was very upset, and Lisa held herself together partly
by her need to be there for Katy's twin.
 
The hospice workers came. One moment stuck in Jason's mind. They
lifted the limp Katy out of her bed to prepare it. Along with a
few layers of thick waterproof plastic, they laid down beneath
the sheet a thick pad of a strange papery material. When he asked
what it was, one worker explained that it was to absorb the blood
when Katy started bleeding. Jason realized with a shudder that
that pad was capable of absorbing a great deal of blood.
 
Jason said timidly that he used to have sex with Katy regularly
and why. The hospice worker told him in a kind but condescending
manner that that had been very thoughtful and brave of him,
implying it was a totally wacky idea.
 
As soon as the hospice worker was gone, Jason locked the door
behind him and mounted his seven-year-old sister again. This time
she gave a sharp cry when he penetrated her, but he kept driving
his penis into her very hot vagina and came quickly.
 
The hospice nurse gave regular reports to Jason and Katy's
parents. Jason was allowed to sit in. Twenty-four hours after
Katy's fever started, she said, "We've never seen this before.
Her fever should have gone much higher than this by now, and she
should be bleeding."
 
Jason, John and Clara knew that Jason had been having sex with
Katy more than ever -- at least every couple hours. The nurse
didn't know that, and none of them wanted to tell her.

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Katy's fever started creeping up and she became delirious.
 
"I'm going to have sex with her too," said John, a determined
expression on his face.
 
"John!" said Clara. "No, you can't! What are you thinking?"
 
"I'm thinking that with Jason doing her every few hours, her
disease hasn't progressed. Maybe we're onto something. Maybe two
is better than one."
 
"But John, she's your daughter!"
 
"Of course she's my daughter! Jason's her brother."
 
"How could you even manage..." Clara trailed off.
 
John looked uncomfortable. "Well, we'll see if I can manage," he
said.
 
And with that he was off to Katy's room, explaining to Jason what
he had in mind. Jason felt a twinge of jealousy, but was on the
whole happy to leave the room, happy that someone else hadn't
given up on her.
 
A minute later, Katy shrieked louder than ever. Clara came
running and was about to insist John let her in, but Jason barred
her way.
 
Not long after, John emerged from the room looking dazed. Looking
back and forth between wife and son, he said, "Clara, I've got to
talk to Jason."
 
"Well, she's my daughter," she said, fuming.
 
"It's a father/son kind of thing," he said.
 
"I can't think of anything you two should be discussing in
private!" she said angrily.
 
John took her by the shoulders and looked at her intently.
"Clara, your husband and son are having sex with your daughter. I
know it sounds awful. But we're trying to save her life. And
there is some evidence, a little evidence, that it's working. And
there are things we have to discuss that you don't want to hear!
OK?"
 
Clara paused. "Let me go visit her for a while," she said.
 
John hesitated. "Give me a moment," and disappeared into the
room, wanting to hide the evidence of sex.
 
"OK," he said, emerging.
 
Clara visited with her dying daughter for half an hour, while
John took Jason outside for a talk.
 
"She screamed when I penetrated her," John said to his son. "She
doesn't do that when you do it?"
 
"Did you rub her first?" He realized that he wasn't always doing
that himself.

"Yes," he said. "I've thought about a lubricant, but if we don't
know what works, I'd rather not rock the boat with a new
chemical."

"She's been crying and wincing when I do it lately, and she never
did before. Not that loud, though."
 
"That's good to hear, at least."
 
"Good?"

"I mean, it's not just me. And it makes sense... Never mind."
 
"Why do you think there's the difference?" Jason asked.
 
"Maybe I'm just unfamiliar to her."
 
"Maybe," Jason said, adding glumly, "but I don't think she knows
who we are."
 
"Yeah, well, it's also likely that I'm, um, a little bigger than
you are. Don't take it the wrong way! I mean... you're still
growing."
 
"Yeah, I see," said Jason. "Makes sense." The idea that his
father's penis was bigger than his didn't bother him especially.
Especially if he was still growing.
 
"And wow, she's so hot! I mean literally hot! I've never felt
anything like that." He smiled for a moment, then with an
embarrassed look resumed the somber expression that the situation
called for.
 
Jason felt bad for him. How could they be totally somber about
it? He decided to follow up. "Haven't you ever done that with,
like, mom? She gets fevers sometimes."
 
"Well, Jason, I've never met a woman who was willing to have sex
when she had a fever!"
 
"Oh," said Jason, and they both smiled.
 
"Listen, Jason, we've got a job to do. Let's take turns. Can you
do it to her again?"
 
Jason nodded.

"I'm proud of you, boy."
 
John went in to escort his wife away from Katy's bedside.

Jason deposited his sperm in his sister over and over again.
 
He was surprised to find that while he could do her every hour or
so, his dad had to wait six hours or so between. He had the size,
but Jason had the stamina.
 
Katy's fever crept up, but the slow trajectory was almost unheard
of.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
"Hi, Curt, it's John. You know, Katy's dad."
 
"Oh, hi John. I'm sorry for your loss," he said.
 
John was taken aback momentarily. "What loss?"
 
"Well, Katy. We heard she had gotten the fever three days ago,
so..."
 
John understood. "Yeah, I know, but the most amazing thing has
happened. She's still with us, and she hasn't started bleeding."
 
"That's weird... I mean, how wonderful!"
 
"And you'd never guess the reason. They briefly mentioned it as a
superstitious idea in the support group, but the fact is that my
son, Jason..." John paused. This sure did sound strange. "Her
brother, Jason, has been having sex with Katy for two years now,
and he kept right on after her fever started. And now I've...
I've started to as well, when we realized how unusual it was that
she wasn't getting worse. I think we're onto something."
 
"Wow, that sure is interesting," said Curt, his voice faltering.
 
"And I'm wondering if you'll help."
 
"If I'll... what?"
 
"If you're willing, I'd like you to come and ... have sexual
intercourse with her as well."
 
"Me? I don't know, John... This is awfully sudden."
 
"Yeah, well, that's true. But Katy is probably dying, and we
think it might help."
 
"Isn't it illegal?"
 
John sighed. "Yes, it's illegal, but I hardly think anyone is
going to press charges, do you?"
 
"I suppose not. And, well, Katy's cute, but she's not exactly
grown up. I'm not sure I could... do it, you know?"
 
"Yeah, I know. If you don't want to actually do it with her or if
you find you can't, you could give a semen sample maybe. We'd
inject it into her too. Maybe that would help -- no one knows."
 
"Let me talking it over with Hillary."
 
John was exasperated. "OK, but don't wait long. It's just Katy's
life," he said with sarcasm. "I've got to make more calls." He
was dimly aware he should be more understanding, but he was more
aware that his daughter's life hung in the balance.
 
A lot of men refused. A fair number were willing to give a semen
sample. But some were willing to try it. Alone with a feverish
girl, their bodies responded to the sight of her bald pussy and
the prospect of getting into it, and they did their therapeutic
best. With the anemic sex lives a lot of men have, many of them
had a large dose of semen to deposit in young Katy's vagina.
 
Katy's fever's started falling.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
Tom, a friend of a friend, appeared from Katy's room to report to
John. "Um, when I was almost through, she woke up and looked kind
of panicked to see my cock, and asked who I was. I apologized and
stopped, of course, but I figured you ought to explain it."
 
John said, "Thanks, Tom, thanks." Then he realized something. "So
the delirium's going too!"
 
Jason was the only one Katy had ever agreed to have sex with. So
he went back to inseminating her as often as he could manage. His
father stopped his efforts, and they stopped inviting other men
in. But Katy's fever started rising again and she slipped towards
delirium once more. It seemed that whatever was helping Katy,
Jason couldn't provide it all by himself.
 
They told Katy that other men were going to have sex with her,
and she didn't object when they explained they thought it was
saving her life. But the first time one mounted her, she started
sobbing.

Clara had been of little help in this mass insemination project,
but she came up with the solution to this problem. They hung a
heavy curtain in the middle of Katy's room, with her head on one
side of it and her vagina on the other. The plan was that John or
Clara or Jason would sit on the head side and hold her hand and
comfort her. But when it was Jason's turn, she cried and told him
to go away, and he was very hurt. Clara talked with her a while
and coaxed out of her that she liked to imagine it was Jason on
the other side of the curtain who was sliding into her instead of
some stranger, and she couldn't do that if he was right there
beside her.
 
Men kept arriving and having sex with poor Katy -- unlucky for
being an IUS girl, lucky for surviving as long as she had, and
unlucky that the price of survival seemed to be playing sperm
receptacle.
 
Katy's father was holding her hand as another man mounted her
below the curtain. "Gee, he's got a little one," she said. John
opened his mouth so speak but closed it again. The 'little one'
she felt in her pussy got littler and soon slid out.
 
"Katy," her father explained after he had left, "It's better not
to talk about how the penises feel. Guys don't like to hear
anyone say their penis is little."
 
"Why not?" she asked.
 
"Just trust me," said her dad.
 
"OK," said Katy, shrugging.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
Several days had passed, and Katy was feeling quite a bit better.

Part of caring for patients was periodically licking their pee
hole so they could relieve themselves. Katy didn't need that, of
course. In her delirium she just peed into diapers, and since she
had become lucid she asked for a bedpan.

It was 3am. Her mother put the bedpan under her.
 
"OK, sweetie," she said. Nothing came out. They waited. "Is
something wrong?"
 
"I had trouble last time -- had to concentrate, but this time
nothing's coming out."
 
"Oh," said her mother, wondering how they were going to deal with
this. Catheterization was a very risky procedure in normal
people, as it often triggered the bloody kidney disease.
 
A strange idea came to her. "I'll be right back," she said.
 
"OK, but I'm so full it hurts," she said.
 
Clara hurried down the hall.
 
"John," she said. "Wake up."
 
"Huh?" he rolled over sleepily.
 
"Katy can't pee. You don't suppose..."
 
John was too sleepy to make the connection right away. Then he
sat up straight. "I don't know, but there's no reason not to find
out!"
 
He got out of bed, then stopped. "Jason, can we find Jason? If
it's what we think, he's the one who should have the honor."
 
While John woke the boy up, Clara cleaned the girl's privates
once more.
 
The sleepy big brother trudged in.
 
"Hi, Katy, how's it going?" he said.
 
"Pretty much OK," she said. "But I really have to pee."
 
Jason smiled and squeezed her hand, then went around behind the
blanket.
 
Spreading her legs, he lowered his face to her red and rather
beaten up pussy lips. Her whole genital region had been getting
far more of a workout than it was designed for at age seven.
 
He gently spread her outer and inner lips and lowered his face
further. He touched her little pee hole with his tongue. Nothing
happened for a second. Then suddenly a veritable geyser of pee
sprayed all over his tongue and mouth and chin. It splattered
into his eyes and up his nose.
 
Lifting his face quickly, he stared in wonder as the girl's full
bladder emptied.
 
"Oh, that feels so good!" Katy said. "Did you just -- lick me?"
 
Wiping his face on his sleeve, he went around the blanket. "Yup!"
he said with a grin.
 
"Oh," said Katy. "Like it works with the rest of you?"
 
Jason nodded.
 
"Is it going to stay that way?"
 
"I don't know, but it feels like a good sign," he said, wiping
his face more thoroughly with a tissue.
 
Katy sighed. "Does that mean I'll have to get guys to help me pee
now? I won't be able to just do it myself any more?" She was on
the verge of whining.
 
"Maybe," said Jason, but then he felt some indignation. "Under
the circumstances I think that would be a rather minor
complaint!"
 
"I guess so," said Katy, giggling.
 
To hear Katy giggle was a joyous sound to Jason, and he started
crying out loud.
 
"What? What is it?" she asked.
 
"I don't know," he managed, "but you giggled. I'm thinking maybe
you really are going to get better!"
 
"Yeah, I guess," she said. Then with a brighter tone, "You really
think so?"
 
"Yeah, I do!"
 
------------------------------------------------
 
Anecdotal evidence is highly suspect, but sometimes it only takes
one case to get the full attention of the scientific community.
 
The survival rate for an IUS girl once the labial itch and fever
began was zero percent. Now, there was the possibility of a
misdiagnosis. The disease itself was invariably fatal, but it
could be some other illness with similar symptoms. However there
was one very telling aspect to Katy's survival. She lost her IUS
symptom and now was normal in requiring help to pee!
 
It was a news story of considerable interest, but the titillation
factor was even greater. Jokes about screwing your little sister
for her health flashed across the web.

The family's privacy didn't last long. It didn't take an
enterprising reporter long to find them. Yet somehow the names of
the men from outside the family were not revealed -- the many men
who had contributed their semen to the cause by ejaculating in
the young girl's vagina.
 
Among friends and neighbors, people kept their ribald comments to
themselves.

Both children endured some taunting. Katy's peers were too young
for sexual innuendo to interest them so much, but the older boys
taunted her. Jason endured a lot of ribbing, but with help from
his father he soon spun the situation to his advantage. He
entered the fray as a guy who had gotten a hell of a lot more
tail than any of the other 13-year-olds and became someone to
envy, not ridicule.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
Katy's survival raised hope for the families of IUS girls, but
also an enormous dilemma. Many families wouldn't consider letting
their girl do what Katy had done -- they felt it was against all
standards of human decency. In some cases the girl herself had no
interest whatsoever when her treatment plan was explained.
 
But plenty of families set up their young IUS daughters with
frequent sex. They started at different ages. Most found a sexual
partner from outside the family. Sometimes it was a boy,
sometimes an adolescent, sometimes a man.
 
However, even with frequent sex from a young age, the success
rate never went above 30%.
 
It remained a difficult choice.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
No one had any idea what sort of sex the new Katy might require.
Perhaps she was cured and any sexual relations she had were
irrelevant to her health.
 
Having nothing else to go on, Katy and Jason went back to daily
sex because it was comfortable and familiar. But Katy no longer
tried to stay awake until Jason came in. Instead he slid into bed
against the soft, warm, peaceful girl. She was usually happy to
wake up to appreciate Jason's sexual attentions fully. She was
eager to help him enjoy to the fullest this act that had saved
her life. Occasionally she just had him do it to her with a
sleepy smile. Sometimes if she was feeling lively she had him do
it to her in the morning too.
 
==========================================================
*Chapter 3*
 
"Hey, Jason, can you help me pee?" Lisa asked nonchalantly. "Your
dad's out."
 
"Oh!" said Jason, surprised. She hadn't asked for his help in two
years, ever since he started sleeping with Katy instead of her.
She had helped him now and then in a pinch, but she never wanted
him to reciprocate. "Sure!" he said.
 
In the bathroom, Lisa helped him first. Then she mounted the high
seat and spread her legs wide, tilting her pelvis especially far
forward to give him an easy angle for a lick.
 
Jason lowered his head and touched her pee hole as always. It was
a routine task for any boy or girl or man or woman.
 
However, he hadn't gotten a look at Lisa between her legs for two
years. Everything was bigger and darker colored. She had pubic
hair. And she had that alluring smell that other big girls and
women had. He wasn't seeing and smelling and feeling anything
new, it was just new on Lisa.

They had been through a lot together when they were younger and
had shared a bed for four years. They had helped each other pee
when they were sick, or when they were angry or sad. They had
licked each other when they were feeling happy as best buddies
and when they were grumpy or mad at each other.

Lisa asked him again, and soon it became sort of regular -- most
of the time Katy and Jason helped each other and Jason's father
and Lisa did the same. But some of the time it was Lisa and
Jason.

After this had been going on for a couple weeks, Jason felt
something a little different when Lisa licked him. Typically when
a girl helped a boy, he held his limp penis near the tip and the
girl pressed tip of tongue against tip of penis and licked once,
the boy muttered OK, she withdrew her head and he peed into the
toilet. This time Lisa  flattened her tongue against his tip and
gave two long licks instead of one short one. That distracted him
and kept his pee from flowing right away, and she gave the usual
tip-to-tip touch and he could pee as usual.

It also made his pulse quicken. Was Lisa coming on to him? And if
so, how did he feel? He felt excited! When Lisa mounted the
toilet and Jason zoomed in, he didn't touch her pee hole. Instead
he tentatively licked her clitoris once. Lisa didn't object --
she sighed. So he licked it again -- and again. She told him not
to press quite so hard. Lisa gasped and moaned, and he kept
licking. Within a minute she gave a bigger moan and a breathless
"Jason!" He had licked a girl to orgasm for the first time! As he
lifted his head, he saw that her vaginal lips were engorged and
slick with fluid. Lisa lay back on the toilet gasping and smiling
at her buddy.

Jason's penis was understandably very erect within his pants.
"Can I do that for you now?" she asked.

"I guess... Unless..." He glanced down between her legs at her
pussy lips.

"You want to?" Lisa asked with excitement.

"Yes!"

Lisa skipped her chance to actually pee, rose quickly and pulled
herself together.

"Which room?" she asked.

"Mine, unless..."

"What?"

"Would you maybe like to go out where you saw me and Katy the
first time?"

Lisa thought just a moment, then smiled and nodded. They gathered
a picnic blanket and headed out to the secluded spot in the
thicket. Without a word they both quickly stripped. Lisa lay back
on the blanket and enjoyed Jason's look of lust and admiration as
his eyes scanned up and down her body. She enjoyed the look of
his adolescent male body too, but especially that penis that
stuck out so prominently, very straight and very hard.

Jason lowered his head to hers and they kissed briefly, but he
broke away -- something wasn't quite right about that. His next
stop was her right breast and he began licking. After a few
seconds, Lisa pushed his head up gently and said, "That's nice,
but I'd really like, you know, the real thing," she said, looking
down at his penis.

As he started maneuvering into position, she added, "I am a
virgin."

Jason would have guessed that, but he wasn't totally sure. They
both knew that Lisa had started taking the pill with her first
period, as all girls did.

"So..." he said, rolling on top of her. "What should I do
different?"

"I don't know. Just shove it in, I guess." They both laughed at
that.

He worked his erect and bulging penis tip to her opening and
pushed. It didn't give way like Katy's did. Lisa winced.

"You OK?" he asked.

"I don't know. It's supposed to hurt, right? I'm certainly wet
enough!"

He pressed again and she stiffened under him.

"Should I stop?" Jason asked, praying her answer would be no.

"No, just shove!" she said.

Jason shoved hard, heard Lisa stifle a cry and felt his penis
tear through something.

Lisa winced and contorted her face, eyes open wide and
occasionally blinking.

"I'm sorry!" he said. "Should I stop?"

"No!" she said. "Do it to me."

Jason began a slow in-and-out. Lisa kept wincing, and he slowed
and looked at her questioningly, but she shook her head.

"Fuck me, Jason, fuck me and shoot all your sperm up my pussy!"
she said through her tears. After he started up again, she said
quietly, "I've always wanted to say that to someone." The force
of each of Jason's thrusts pushed her head upward a little more
towards the edge of the blanket. "To you, actually," she
murmured.

Jason wasn't following her conversation closely. For a moment he
had thought excitedly about what she had told him to do, and then
he was just thinking about how good it felt as he did it. Since
she had already come once and was in pain, he made it quick.
Fifty quick little strokes and he gave a big sigh as he
convulsed, splatting his sperm up inside his pee buddy Lisa.

She nudged him off, and they cleaned up the blood as best they
could.

Lisa was sore for a week. When it was time to pee, she told Jason
to do the bare minimum and no more.

But two days after their encounter in the woods, Lisa sucked on
his penis and he didn't stop her. She offered to bring him to
orgasm that way, and he was happy to let her try. She also wanted
to experience for the first time someone coming in her mouth.
Neither of them knew how well she did it as they had nothing to
compare it to. But she did it well enough to bring him to orgasm,
and he felt an extra thrill as he saw Lisa's mouth around his
penis as his first shot fired into a different body cavity. His
satisfaction was marred when she started coughing and gagging,
leaving his cock alone in the air for its third spurt while she
spat into the toilet.

Once Lisa's vulva had healed, she and Jason started doing it
regularly. She learned how great it could feel, soon coming as he
was stroking in and out, without need for tongue or fingers. They
tried different positions.

Jason had his long and intense sexual history with Katy, but this
was his first time with a girl with a mature body. It added a new
dimension to his lust beyond what he felt with Katy. And Lisa was
special to him as a person too.

------------------------------------------------

"Hi, Lisa, you wanna do it?" Jason said, walking into the room
Lisa still shared with Kelly one afternoon.

"No, not today," Lisa said.

"OK," said Jason, shrugging and turning to go.

"But I think we should talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Let's take a walk," she said. "Or better, let's go to the little
thicket."

When they were seated on the grass, she said, "I don't know if we
should do it any more."

"Why?" Jason asked. "Aren't you having a good time?"

"No, it feels great, that's not it," she said. "It's different.
You know how we never kiss?"

"Yeah," he said. "You want to kiss more?"

"No, and that's kind of the point. People who love each other
kiss, right?"

"I guess so."

"But we don't. Do you want to kiss me?"

Jason considered. "Not really, you're right."

"I wonder why I don't. I always thought I loved you," Lisa said.

"I figured you had a crush in the early days."

"It was more than a crush!"

"OK, whatever, I did know I was special to you."

"I used to dream of you as the dashing prince carrying me away on
your white horse."

Jason didn't answer.

"And I was pretty mad when I got kicked out of your bed so poor
little sick Katy" -- she sneered as she said it -- "could have
the place by your side."

"You've always been kind to Katy," Jason said, a little surprised
at Lisa's tone.

"Well, I'm not quite as nice inside as you might think."

Jason smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes Katy wanted
me to do it and I just plain didn't feel like it. She could be
bratty and bitchy. Just because she had that awful disease didn't
make her a saint."

"Have you told Katy this?" Lisa asked with a mischievous smile.

Jason rolled his eyes. "You won't tell, will you?"

"Course not," Lisa said. "Anyway, I didn't like Katy kicking me
out of your bed and then getting you to fuck her too. I didn't
want to do anything sexy back then, but I didn't want you to be
doing it with anybody else either!"

"Yeah, I could see that. You know, it was fun experimenting with
Katy with sex at first, but then it became kind of routine." He
paused. "I would rather have still been sharing my bed with you
than her."

"Really?" Lisa said, touched.

"Yeah. I mean it's bad enough to hear, 'You don't feel like sex
tonight? Oh, don't mind me -- I'll just die'."

"She said that?"

"Not like that, of course, but that was the idea. And she was
just a kid, of course, and she thinks like a kid and acts like a
kid. I love her dearly, but it was kind of tedious."

There was silence for a while before Jason continued, "And if I
could have chosen which little immature girl to have sex with, it
would have been you."

"Awww," said Lisa. "But that was then. Now I'm a mature girl and
you're a mature boy, and we're having this sex together, and it
feels great. But we don't want to kiss each other. Do you want to
take walks and hold my hand? Tell me you love me?"

"No," Jason admitted. "But I sure do like fucking you!"

"Right, me too!" Katy said with a laugh. "But it's just fucking,
don't you see?"

"What's wrong with fucking?"

"Nothing, nothing, but... I want to meet a boy who I do want to
kiss. To take long walks with and hold his hand."

Jason thought. "Yeah, I want that too, but why can't we just keep
doing it until one of us finds someone, then quit?"

"I don't think it quite works like that for me, somehow," Lisa
said.

"OK," Jason shrugged. "I still have my little Katy."

"Maybe it's kind of like we're brother and sister," Lisa said. "I
started out as outside the family, but then joined it. Brothers
and sisters don't fall in love that way, maybe."

"Hmmm. True, maybe. Katy's my sister too, though."

"You want to kiss her, hold her hand and walk with her on the
beach?"

"No."

"So maybe brothers and sisters can fuck but they don't really
fall in love."

"Maybe."

Lisa rose and offered Jason her hand to pull him up.

That wasn't the end of their sex, though. Lisa sometimes got just
so horny she couldn't resist, and Jason was happy to fulfill her
carnal needs. He didn't get horny in the same way, because he was
doing it with Katy every day. She wasn't a big girl, but it was
still very satisfying.

------------------------------------------------

Vicky was a classmate of Jason's. She was pretty but reserved.

One day Jason's usual school pee buddies weren't available, and
he asked Vicky.

When she bent over to tongue his penis tip, she swirled her
tongue all around the outside of his tip before applying it to
his pee hole. It was a signal, no doubt about it.

When it was his turn to help her, he just pushed against her pee
hole, deliberately making sure his tongue didn't wander anywhere
else. He thought she looked a little embarrassed as they were
walking out of the bathroom.

He hadn't thought of Vicky as girlfriend material. He had his
eyes on Sarah and Jackie -- both beyond his reach. But he began
looking at Vicky differently in light of her little flirtatious
tongue swirl. Once she caught him looking at her, and both looked
away hurriedly.

"I gotta pee, Vicky," he said nonchalantly three days later. "Can
you do it?"

"OK," she said smoothly.

Once they were in the bathroom, she pressed her tongue against
his tip in the most business-like fashion. When it was his turn
to help her, he touched her clit gently with his tongue. She
shifted a little uneasily but didn't say anything. He touched it
again, and she took a deep breath.

She was OK with the concept, apparently, so he set about the
execution. He used the technique on her he had learned to use
with Lisa.

Vicky breathed faster and sighed a few times. After a minute, she
shifted and said, "Thanks, Jason." She hadn't had an orgasm, or
at least not one he could detect -- it was impossible not to
detect Lisa's!

He gave her a quick, shy smile and went to press his tongue
against her pee hole.

Nothing came out right away, and Vicky said, "It's OK, I didn't
really have to go much -- I can wait."

The next day Vicky gave him a very businesslike penis press.

He started to lick her clit again, but Vicky said, "Not today,
OK?" in a kindly fashion.

As the days went on, she asked him to help her pee, just as he
asked her. She never did anything more with her tongue on his
penis, however. His most tentative explorations on her clit were
rejected.

He didn't get what was going on. She had led him on, and accepted
his lengthy tongue job on her clit. But since then -- nothing. He
really wanted more.

Jason pushed his tongue gently against Vicky's pee hole.

"OK," she murmured after a second.

Jason didn't move his tongue, but put it flat against her.

"Jason! I said OK."

Still he didn't move.

"Jason, Jason!" she said. Unable to hold it any longer, the pee
surged out onto Jason's tongue before falling into the toilet. It
took only a few seconds for her bladder to empty.

"Why did you do that?" she asked as her last few drops plopped
into the toilet.

Jason raised his head to look at her, making a little face at the
taste of her urine. He shrugged as he put his head back between
her legs to spit into the toilet, working the pee taste out of
his mouth with saliva.

He then looked up briefly to say, "Let me make it up to you," and
with that he was on her clit with a smooth, even stroke.

"Jason..." Vicky said, with a tone of reservation. But it was not
a rejection. She said no more as she gave in to his smooth tongue
action.

"Don't start so far down," she said urgently, then gave a happy
moan as he obeyed her wish.

After a minute of sighs and gasps, she said, "Faster, faster!"

Jason did just as she asked, and Vicky shuddered violently before
falling back onto the reclining toilet, gasping.

"Had fun?" Jason asked, smiling.

"Yeah," she said. Once she caught her breath, she looked at him
for a few seconds. "But what do you want? I don't want to just be
giving each other mouth jobs in the toilet." She reached behind
her to flush, though remaining on the toilet.

"Oh, no, I didn't want that," he said, flustered. "I wanted to be
more... Like your boyfriend, maybe?"

"Then why didn't you ask me to do something like take a walk?'
she asked.

"I dunno," he said. "Just never occurred to me." But as she
mentioned it, it did sound like a very good idea.

"Jeez," she said, rolling her eyes.

Jason's hard penis was evident in his pants, and he squirmed a
little.

Vicky looked at the bulge. "Now, I suppose you want me to do the
same for you?"

"Oh, no, no need," Jason said, his tone making it plain he was
sincere but he would also like it very much.

"Show me," she said.

Jason pulled his pants and briefs down, while Vicky sat up to
perch on the edge of the toilet.

She reached out and fondled his erection. She had seen plenty of
erections -- men but boys especially sometimes got them at
inconvenient times, including when a girl's head should be
descending to unlock the guy's pee. Vicky leaned forward and took
it in her mouth, his whole tip and another inch. She swirled her
tip around, but after a few seconds pulled her head back and
looked at his penis with something less than adoration.

"I can think of a place I'd rather have this," she said. "I mean,
if you wouldn't mind."

Jason wasn't entirely sure what she meant at first, but as she
lay back a little on the toilet and spread her legs wide there
was no mistaking it. This girl might be quiet in public, but she
sure had a feisty side!

He had heard of people having sex in bathrooms, but it was mostly
a joke, he thought.

"Here?"

"Why not?" she said.

"Have you done it in a bathroom before?"

"No, but how hard can it be?"

"I don't know," he said, leaning forward. "You sure about this?"
he asked once again. "Are you a virgin?"

"I've done it twice," she said, with an expression of distaste.
"But I like the idea of doing it here with you!"

It was awkward to lean forward and get his cock into just the
right position. She giggled and he smiled as their first attempt
left his cock on her bellybutton and the second time six inches
out from her vaginal opening.

Then they found a way, and he surged into the hot, wet, sweet
pussy of Vicky, his new girlfriend -- she was, wasn't she? No
matter: fuck first, ask questions later.

The configuration of their bodies wasn't exactly comfortable, and
he didn't have a very deep penetration. But the warmth, slickness
and tight grip of her vagina felt like heaven. She had already
had one high-quality orgasm, so he felt no need to hold back.
"Oh, Vicky!" he moaned as he pulsed his globs of semen up into
her, his eyes shut and loins bathed in golden pleasure.

It was not a position comfortable enough to linger in, so he
disengaged and stood unsteadily.

Vicky looked down and said, "Very convenient for catching sperm,"
as she watched a bit of his shallow ejaculation slide out of her
and right into the toilet bowl. But she stood up and they both
reassembled their clothing.

"Now, can we make a date?" she asked. "Some place other than the
bathroom?"

"Yeah, sure!" he said.

"Well, when?" she asked after a short silence.

"Ummm. Today after school?"

"That will be fine," she said.

Then all at once her face was approaching his, then slowing as
they looked into each other's eyes, and then their lips met very
briefly once -- then a second time for a little longer, then a
third time that went on for some while.

It was thrilling. Lisa was right, Jason thought. This was totally
different from kissing his sisters, biological or adopted. This
had the potential to be something wonderful in a different way.

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"You're *still* doing it to her?" Vicky asked, surprised.
Everyone at school knew of Jason's successful effort to save
Katy's life. But he and Katy didn't publicize how their
relationship continued past her apparent cure.

He had explained the situation with Lisa and vowed to give her up
totally -- even if she came to him pleading severe horniness. But
Katy was different.

"No one knows what she needs. She wanted to keep doing it, and so
did I."

"So would you give her up for me?"

"Sure, I guess..."

"You guess?"

"It's complicated, OK? Give me a sec to figure it out."

They walked on a hundred yards, holding hands. Then Jason began,
stopping now and then to collect his thoughts.

"I grew up thinking my baby sister was going to die. And then she
nudged me into doing this crazy thing with sex, even though
neither of us was near puberty. And we kept doing it, day after
day, month after month. I still thought she was going to die, if
I was honest about it. Then she started getting it. My mom told
me to stop doing it with her, that it was too late, that I was
noble for having tried, and so forth. And I felt deep down she
was right. But I didn't stop. I did it more often than ever. And
then since then... It's not that I love her, or not in a way that
has to do with you... It doesn't compete with you. But it's been
a part of our relationship -- a big part. So we keep doing it.
It's hard to imagine going up to Katy and saying we can't do it
any more."

"So are you and she going to keep doing it your whole lives?"

"No, I don't think so." He stopped and looked at her. "Vicky, I
didn't say I wouldn't do it, I just said it wouldn't be easy,
OK?"

They walked on in silence.

"What's it like when you do it with Katy?" she asked.

"What's it like?"

"I mean, who does what when, what position, that kind of thing."

"Oh, hmmm. I wonder if it's fair to Katy for me to just say."

"OK," Vicky said. "Would you say if Katy said it was all right?"

"Sure," Jason said immediately, and Vicky's spirits lifted a
little.

"If you asked Katy's permission and she said no, would you just
never tell me?"

"It is kind of private, don't you think?"

Vicky thought a bit, and then her anger rose. "You're telling me
that it doesn't compete with me at all, but if it's still this
secret thing, it feels like it competes. It was just therapy,
right? You saved her life, and then you can't tell what it's like
because it might hurt her delicate little feelings? Ruin her
reputation?"

Jason grinned. "You're right, I guess. OK, we're both naked from
the waist down. She fondles herself for maybe a minute before we
start, so she's wet. I get hard looking at her and thinking of
what's to come. Then I roll over onto her, tab goes into slot and
we fuck away. It takes anywhere from ten seconds to a couple
minutes. I come, lie down and hug her, then we roll over and say
good night. How's that?"

Jason realized that he wasn't quite telling the truth about the
past, but he was telling the truth about the future. His sex with
Katy had been a mix of charity, brotherly love, plain old sex,
and who knew what else. Maybe a little romantic love too. With
Vicky in the picture, what should happen with Katy got clearer to
him. No more kisses on the lips. They could lie and hug, but only
side-by-side after his penis was out of her.

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As the days went by, Vicky found she still couldn't accept Jason
doing it with Katy. Jason had to choose.

He chose, but he was dreading this conversation with Katy.

"We have to talk," he said.

"OK."

"You know how Vicky's my girlfriend."

"Yup."

"And you know that sometimes boyfriends and girlfriends have sex,
right?"

"Sure, like us."

"And you know how sometimes people only want to have one other
person they're having sex with?"

"Yup. And we still do it because we're special," she said.

"Yeah. But Vicky doesn't really think of it as so special and
different."

"Oh." Long pause. "So you're saying we shouldn't have sex any
more?"

"Umm. I really like you a lot, and I've loved our times together,
but we are brother and sister, right?"

"Yup."

"So, um, how would you feel about it?"

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Lately it's nice but it's not nice. I mean I like it, but then
there's part of me that doesn't like it."

"Oh." Could it be that simple?

"I didn't want to say anything cuz I know you like it so much."

"Oh." Katy had been doing it as a favor to him?

"And I didn't want to make you mad. And I like sleeping beside
you."

"We can still sleep together, sure!"

And just like that, he and Katy stopped being lovers. He called
Vicky right away to tell her the news.

That night Jason slid in next to the warm, soft Katy, asleep and
exuding that indescribable smell of sleeping child. Except
tonight he wasn't going to wake her up because they weren't going
to have sex. His erection grew anyway. It didn't subside, and he
was obsessed with how it would feel to slide into her once more.
He tossed and turned, then stumbled into the bathroom to jerk
off. He figured that with his sexual energy relieved he would
have no problem falling asleep. But it didn't work that way. He
still wanted her.

He reflected -- though it was hard to think with his wonderful
little lover so soft and warm beside him. He had known he enjoyed
his sex with Katy, but in talking with Vicky had he hidden behind
the need not to upset Katy? Maybe, but if so at least it wasn't
conscious. Now he found that Katy was doing it for him. He was
the one who missed it. He missed it so much he couldn't stand
falling asleep next to the girl without screwing her first!
Finally he fell asleep.

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"What are you doing, Jason?" asked his mother.

"I'm fixing it up so I can sleep here. I want more independence,
want to get away from all those girls."

Jason was in the old rec room in the basement, a small finished
space that they hadn't used in years. It had accumulated a fair
amount of junk.

"Oh, what about Katy?"

"We both agreed we've outgrown that now. And with Vicky, she
didn't really like me sleeping with my sister too."

"I wondered how long she'd put up with that," his mother said,
smiling. "You're our son, though," she said. "I hate to see you
in the basement. It should really be Lisa who moves down here,
and Katy move back in with Kelly."

"No, that's not right. Lisa is one of us. Besides, I really do
want some independence. Vicky might even want to sleep over
sometimes."

"Oh, yeah, I can see that," said his mother.

So Jason moved to the basement. It was a little damp, but he
didn't mind. He had his own bed. He could forget about Katy when
he was trying to sleep.

The logical arrangement upstairs was for Lisa to move into
Jason's room while Katy moved back in with her twin. But Lisa was
still aware of being a guest in the house and was very reluctant
to claim a private room for herself. Katy didn't want to stay in
Jason's room by herself. Ultimately it was Kelly who moved into
Jason's room. She'd never had a room to herself before and was
excited at the prospect.

The first night of the new arrangement, Lisa was surprised to
feel Katy crawling into her bed. "I'm lonely. You mind?" was all
she said.

"No, I guess not," Lisa said, not immediately clear how she felt
about it. But she soon realized she didn't mind at all.

And just like that Katy began sharing a bed with Lisa. But that
didn't make sense, because they had twin beds, while Lisa had a
double bed to herself. So Kelly moved back into her original
room, Lisa moved into Jason's old room, and Katy kept some of her
stuff in Kelly's room but always slept with Lisa. The two girls
who had each spent years sharing Jason's bed now shared it with
each other. Katy especially enjoyed the familiarity of another
warm person in bed with her.

They all joked that now Jason couldn't in a weak moment slip into
his former lover's bed -- either one of them -- and ask for just
one more time. It was less of a joke than Jason wanted to admit.

There were four female pee holes in the house, and only two male
tongues, so Jason stayed plenty busy in that department.

Once Lisa mentioned while she was peeing just how sexually
frustrated she was. Jason lowered his head again and gave Lisa's
clit a few strokes, intending it as a joke. But Lisa's urgent
sighs were so compelling that he kept going. He gave her little
pleasure organ his most loving attention, bringing her to the
sort of massive orgasm she never achieved by herself. And so from
time to time she mentioned her frustration and Jason relieved it.
They didn't share this little side activity with Vicky. It wasn't
really sex, it was just helping someone pee. At least that's what
they told themselves.

Jason and Vicky broke up, but from then on he had some girlfriend
or other his own age. A couple times when he was between
girlfriends and under no obligation to be true to anyone, he and
Lisa slept together again, and she got the ecstasy of the
complete sex act, naked and between the sheets with a boy she
loved -- even if it wasn't the kind of love either of them was
really looking for.

Katy snuggled with Jason during the day sometimes. Jason didn't
find that frustrating, and he enjoyed it very much.  Long after
their sexual relationship was gone, Katy and Jason retained the
closest bond. She had asked him to do a foreign and forbidden act
to save her life, he had done it -- over and over and over again
-- and against all odds it had worked.

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"Daddy?" Katy asked.

"Yes, sweetheart? How are all those wedding details coming?"

"They're fine, no problem. Warren and I seem to work things out
pretty well."

"That's a good sign for your marriage."

"I thought so... Daddy, I wanted to ask you something, and I'm
really nervous. I love you a whole lot, you know that?"

"Aww, sure, honey. I know that."

"And you've been a wonderful father to me."

"I've done what any dad would do."

She took his hand and looked into his eyes. "And I always assumed
you'd walk me down the aisle when I got married."

"Well, that's the usual thing."

"But there's someone else I want to give me away."

"Who?"

"Can you guess?"

It didn't take John long. "Jason?"

Katy gave him a big smile. "Would you mind?"

A tear came to John's eye, but he said, "No, of course not,
honey. I think that makes a lot of sense."

The day of the ceremony arrived.

John walked his daughter Katy halfway down the aisle. Katy kissed
him on the cheek and gave him a big smile, then slipped her arm
into Jason's. Brother and sister beamed at each other, then he
walked her the rest of the way.

The plan was that she would give him a kiss as they approached
the minister and then he would hand her to Warren.

Katy turned to him and kissed him not on the cheek, but the lips.
As he gently pulled back,  Katy held his head and kissed him
again on the lips. Then she kissed him a third time, and didn't
break the kiss.

After ten seconds the crowd rustled.

Jason felt a little uncomfortable, but decided he was not going
to pull away as long as his sister wanted to kiss him.

At twenty seconds, Clara whispered from her position of honor,
"Katy?" The whisper turned to hiss. "Katy!" John had taken his
seat beside his wife, and now put his hand gently on her arm as
he smiled.

Warren seemed totally at ease. First he smiled, then turned to
the assembled guests and shrugged his shoulders, causing some
giggles.

Jason's wife Vicky rose -- yes, Vicky. Sometimes you discover
that your first one was best after all. Vicky turned to face the
assembled crowd, frowning, crossing her arms and tapping her
foot, leading to some outright laughter.

Katy kept kissing her brother with loving intensity.

Then Vicky walked over purposefully to Warren, grabbed the young
man's head and brought it to her face for a long kiss. Warren's
eyes were wide with surprise, and he backed away, but Vicky would
not be deterred.

The crowd erupted in open laughter. Katy finally broke away from
her brother. When she saw Vicky and Warren she started laughing
harder than anyone, and Vicky broke her kiss with Warren.

Katy then gave Vicky a long, hard hug, both of them smiling with
tears in their eyes.

Lisa rose from her seat, also in the front row, and batted her
eyelashes at Jason, who gave her a big smile -- but also a
friendly dismissive wave.  He then pried Vicky away from Katy and
pulled her into a long, hard kiss of his own.

Katy turned to Warren and brought him to her. The two gazed into
each other's eyes for several seconds, then they kissed each
other very gently. But Katy's approach to the second kiss was not
so gentle, and it looked like Katy's passion was building.

The minister cleared his throat.  "I do charge extra for
presiding at the consummation of the marriage," he said. Then
looking at Vicky and Jason, he said, "and for two couples... I'd
have to look that one up in the regulations!"

That brought a roar of laughter. Both couples disengaged and when
the mirth was under control they proceeded with the ceremony.

Of course the vows included the standard solemn phrase about
helping the other to pee regardless of sickness, health, or foul
mood.

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