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 {ASS} More Than Bath Time 01 {R Grunwald} (bg mild ws)

   1. Kids

   When I was little, I used to take baths together with my sister.  We
probably kept this up for too long.  We played little games then but didn't
realize anything was wrong.  We didn't even know we were naked; we were
just playing in the tub.

   Somewhere along the line my sister was deemed old enough to shower.  I'm
guessing this is somewhere around when she was 6, 7 or eight because she
had started school of some sort but I was still at home.

   Anyway, I made a scene that I wanted to shower as well.  The trouble was
I couldn't get the hot and cold water right.  Eventually, my parents had
enough of me.  The sent me upstairs and told my sister to set the water for
me.  No tub up there in that bathroom, just a shower stall.  But I liked
it. I felt like a big kid up there, even with my sister setting the water
for me.

   One time when she was sent up to set the shower for me, she tried to cut
in and take her shower right then.  She even said Mom wanted her to.  I
wouldn't give in.  Besides, I was already standing there in my birthday
suit.

   Interesting, I suppose, that at that stage of life it was perfectly
natural to stand nude in front of my clothed sister without any twinges of
uneasiness.  The only note that I noticed at all was my clever response
that since I was naked and she wasn't, I was supposed to go first.  Well,
she wouldn't start the water because she knew I'd just jump in.  I said she
had her clothes on so she couldn't shower.

   So she took her clothes off and then started the water.  I was agitated
now.  I knew for sure she would jump in ahead of me.  She was picky about
the temperature, so I jumped in ahead of her.  She got mad, but then came
in with me.  From then on we showered a lot together.  My parents knew
about it, but let it go.

   We were pretty innocent, I think, but we did start peeing in the shower.
It was just talk, then more than talk, and then finally sort of a game.  We
usually tried to pee down the drain, but at first she didn't even want to
try it.  Finally, she did try, but first she made me stand way against the
wall.  Then, I saw way.  The spray was kind of wild but still sort of in
the area of the drain.  It should have been since she was standing right
over the thing.

   After that, she peed all the time, although she still made me move away.
She soon got better aim, holding herself so that most of the stream went
right down the drain.  She stopped being so picky about me moving away. 
That was overconfidence, though, because sometimes she was still pretty
wild.  Once when I was close she got me on the foot.  Then she got upset
but couldn't stop her pee.  Instead she tried to move away which only
seemed to make her wilder.  She got me all over one leg.

   She didn't believe me at first that it felt good.  I told her it was hot
and stuff like that.  Mostly, she seemed to calm down when I made the
brilliant statement that it didn't really matter in the shower: We were in
a good place to clean up, weren't we?

   The next time we were in the shower I told her I could pee on her foot.
She looked kind of dubious, then said okay.  I had trouble getting started.
She kept saying, "come on," and that didn't help.  Finally I got more than
drips going and aimed at her foot.  She yanked it back after the first hit
but I followed her.  Then it was her jumping around in what little room
there was, one corner, then the next, as I continued to shoot her feet.

   She was giggling and screaming and making all kinds of noise.  Then she
quieted down and stood still.  I finished peeing on her foot without her
moving at all.  She didn't say anything but I was pretty sure she had fun.

   One time I didn't believe she was peeing, she said she was but I didn't
believe her.  So I stuck my hand between her legs.  I didn't touch
anything, but did feel the hot pee.  Of course, she was ticked about that,
but when I said I couldn't tell if she was peeing or not, she calmed down.
She let me squat down and watch after that and it was easier for me to see
it start and stop.

   The next time after that time that I stuck my hand into her pee, she
started telling me how lucky I was that I had a penis.  Then she started
asking how I aimed it.  I said I didn't know, just pointed it in the right
direction.

   Finally, she asked if she could try it.  I wasn't sure about that, but
said, OK.  It felt funny at first when she touched me there.  Then I
couldn't pee.  So I got started first and then she held it.  At first it
was strange, but then I found that it lot of fun and didn't mind a bit. 
She was inventive, however, starting with little circles, then progressing
on to "painting" the walls.  She liked aiming it straight up, as well,
which was how she managed to spray herself.  After that she usually managed
to have her feet or legs in the way when I peed.

   Once I was sitting on the drain, trying to plug it up and get some
deeper water in the shower.  Of course, she decided right then that she
wanted to pee.

   "Move out of the way," she said.

   "No,"

   "I gotta pee,"

   "You can wait."

   "No I can't." She paused and then threatened, "I'll pee right on you if
you don't move."

   "Big deal, you do anyway."

   So she stood astraddle me.  I looked up and saw how she aimed herself.
She pulled her little mounds apart.  I guess she wasn't thinking about what
I could see since she was normally wouldn't have done that with me looking.
Then she started peeing.  It wasn't quite the neatest stream, certainly
there was more spread than the way it looked from above.

   "Hey," I warned, "you're going to get me in the face."

   "Serves you right," she said.  But she squatted down until she was just
above my lap, her face right in front of mine.  She stuck her tongue out at
me but kept right on peeing.  Most of it was right on my penis and boy did
that make me have to pee.

   Just before she finished, I started to pee, shooting out behind her in
an arc.  I reached down and pointed my pee up at her crotch.  She looked
surprised as she dropped her eyes down to my penis.  She had a couple more
spurts left in her, then it was just me.

   She was still squatting over me when I petered out.  Then, without
warning, she plopped down on me, her little mound against my penis.  She
wriggled a little and said, "It's so warm."

   That was the first time I had genital contact.  I knew it wasn't the
right thing to do.  I also knew that it felt good in some strange way that
I hadn't expected.  Much different from leg-to-leg or back-to-back.

   I finally said, "I'm sitting in a pool of pee.  Let me unplug this
drain."

   She got up and she was looking at my pecker.  I think that was my first
hard-on.  It was just a little thing, but sticking straight up.  I stood up
and then my sister said, "You're probably all full of pee.  Should I wash
you?"

   Well, that surprised me.  She never would do anything for me.  I think,
now, it must have been my little hard-on.  At least she spend a lot of time
sudsing my penis and little balls.  It stayed hard the whole time.  I
wished afterwards that I had offered to wash her as well.

   Some time soon after that we were told that I was now old enough to
handle the shower on my own.  No more showers together.  I don't know if
the parents had any suspicions or not.  I think the simply thought we were
too old to be together now that she was near puberty.  Maybe they were
right, but I missed our showers together.

   A strange thing happened during the next year.  I don't know when, or
maybe it was gradual.  But without the casual nudity in the bathroom, I
became rather shy and modest.  I think I can say the same for my sister. 
She seldom, if ever, went naked after that.  Somewhere along the way, she
even began to act upset if she was caught in her underwear.
   I supposed, back then, that our bath times were over.