Becoming My Sister’s Toilet Pt. 01

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One summer our parents decided to take the family on an “off the grid” vacation. No TV. No internet. No portable consoles.

No phones!

“You guys never spend any quality time together these days,” they told my sister and me. “And when you do see each other all you seem to do is fight. This vacation is a chance for the two of you to reconnect, start over and forge a new relationship.”

So off we all went to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, where there was nothing to do but stare at trees and count down the days, hours, Lefkoşa Escort minutes, and a great, primal hunger I’d never known before had lifted its head so close that I could smell her body’s most intimate odours. Then she knit her brows a pool of waste waters expelled from inside her own body…

And swallowed.

Cadie gasped gleefully, and her eyes shone with a fierce, triumphant light.

She’d done it. She’d got her fantasy wish.

“Good girl,” Cadie crowed, mockingly, Girne Escort her features arranging themselves into a mocking sneer. We both knew the meaning of what had just happened between us. How could we not? I had submitted to her. Not just in that one perverted act, the climax of a stupid it really was just the game. But if you happen to change your mind…” She paused for dramatic effect. “I’ll let you have my morning pee. All my morning pee. And all you’ll have to do is ask for it. Okay?”

Cadie Magosa Escort didn’t wait for me to answer. Having delivered her indecent proposal she rolled over away from me, & soon her breathing took on the slow, deep rhythm of sleep.

I, on the other hand, was wide awake. My mind was spinning round & round, & it wasn’t only the alcohol making it spin.

I’d drunk Cadie’s pee.

I’d let my mean, bratty little sister stand over me & use my mouth as a urinal. And worse, I’d enjoyed letting her do it. No, Cadie had said it better: I’d loved it. The submission. The perversion. The degradation. The humiliation. The taste. The fact that I was right then holding a gutful of Cadie’s urine. All of it. It made me feel… alive in a way I’d never experienced before, & certainly couldn’t account for now.

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