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. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! =============================================================== *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. ------------------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------ "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. ------------------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------ 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. ============================================================== *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. ------------------------------------------------ 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." ------------------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------ "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. ------------------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------ "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. ----------------------------------------- "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. ================================================================= = What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.