Chapter 8
Sally opened her mouth as wide as she could, saying, "Ahhh," as if she were seated in the dentist's chair.
MacIntyre began to piss and at first his aim was off so that the yellow steamy urine hit her right on the tip of the nose.
He could tell how thirsty she was to drink his urine by the way her tongue shot out of her mouth in frustration.
For a second she looked just like she did when she was little, trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue.
MacIntyre readjusted his aim, but overcompensated and pissed for a moment on his big sister's chin.
Then he lifted the tip of his cock a fraction of an inch and the steady stream of piss went directly into her mouth.
He could see that her throat muscles were working frantically to swallow the piss down as fast as it entered her mouth.
He couldn't help but wonder how Sally could do that without gagging.
He thought about what it would be like if she pissed in his mouth.
Then he understood. He envisioned her urine coming from the little hole in the very center of her cunt.
The thought turned him on a great deal, and he hoped he would get an opportunity to try it before the day was through.
There was plenty of beer left so he had no doubts that it wouldn't be long before Sally's bladder too was full.
After MacIntyre finished pissing Sally sat up in the water and wrapped her lips tightly around the head of MacIntyre's cock.
He could feel that there were a few drops of piss still caught up inside his cock.
Even when pissing normally this happened to the handsome boy.
It seemed like no matter how hard he tried to shake out all of his piss, the last few drops inevitable ended up in his underwear. Their passion appeased for the moment, the water began to feel very chilly, and they moved hand in hand to one of the big flat rocks in the center of the white water bubbling brook.
They sprawled themselves naked onto the rock and allowed the hot sun to bake their skin dry.
'MacIntyre," Sally said sleepily. "Would you get me a beer?"
"Sure thing, sis," MacIntyre said and splashed his way to the side of the stream.
He got a beer for himself, and sat on the edge of the flat rock with his toes dangling in the running water.
"Be sure to tell me when you have to take a piss," MacIntyre said, trying to sound nonchalant.
In reality the thought of drinking her piss still seemed very exciting to him.
There was a part of it that grossed him out, and it almost seemed like morbid curiosity that was driving him.
"You wanna get into my golden showers?" Sally asked, a touch of naughtiness making her voice sound very cute.
"Uh huh," MacIntyre said, and he could feel his face getting hot.
He knew that he was blushing visibly and this knowledge made him blush all the more.
Sally ran her fingers through MacIntyre's hair, and then tipped her beer and opened her throat.
MacIntyre had never seen a girl drink a whole beer so quickly.
She poured the whole thing down it what appeared to be three swallows.
She pulled the empty can away from her lips and let out a most unlady-like belch.
In a few seconds she could feel the pressure in her bladder.
"Get on your back," she said, her bright blue eyes dancing playfully.
MacIntyre could not hide the fact that he felt a little nervous.
He had gone from being a virgin, to acquiring a taste for kinky sex, all in a matter of hours.
He sprawled on his back and he found it difficult to blink as Sally moved so that she was straddling his head. He opened his mouth wide and looked up into Sally's cunt.
He could see that her cunt flesh was still swollen from a full day of sex.
Her pussy was still wet, and he gasped as she reached down to pull her cunt lips very far apart with her fingertips.
He stared at the little hole in the center of her pussy where he knew her sweet urine would emerge.
Sally thought about pissing for a moment, and then allowed the flow to begin.
The second the stuff struck MacIntyre on the tongue, he had a tremendous urge to gag and spit it back out.
But he resisted the urge, and in a second he realized that it didn't taste nearly as bad as he thought it was going to.
She emptied her bladder into his throat and MacIntyre swallowed it all down, loving every second of it.
The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon drinking the beer, eating the sandwiches and getting a terrible sunburn.
For the first time in MacIntyre's life, he sunburned the cheeks of his ass and he could tell that sitting was going to be a royal pain for a couple of days.
But in spite of the burn he at no time had an urge to put his clothes back on.
He was much too joyous about the privilege of nudity with his sister.
It made him feel free and grown up to be naked all day, without any concern over modesty.
They were both exhausted by the time they got back into the car and headed back into the sleepy village of East Rushdale.
They stopped and got something to eat, and then made their way to their house.
Once inside they felt very sleepy from the sun, the beer, and the sex.
They went up to Sally's room and crawled into bed together.
They curled up into each other's arms, and slept straight through to the next morning.
Their sleep was filled with pleasant dreams, dreams almost as nice as the reality of their suddenly altered existence.
It was Sunday morning and Sally had a lot of things on her mind.
Something had been troubling the pretty girl, and she didn't quite know how to deal with the problem.
She was starting to think that she liked women sexually just as much as she liked men.
Sure, there was nothing in the world as nice as being fucked by a hard cock.
But then again there was the sensuality and understanding of being caressed by another woman.
Only another woman could truly understand the wants and needs she had.
Sally figured that she would never find another male lover as good as MacIntyre. r
Now she wanted to find a female lover who could supplement her pleasure.
And she wanted to arrange it so that she could have both MacIntyre and a woman in bed at the same time.
Sally's thoughts were specific rather than general.
She was thinking about her very best friend, Michele LaPree.
Michele was also home on vacation after her Freshman year of college.
Sally and Michele had been friends for a very long time, and Sally figured that even if she was rejected sexually, they were close enough so that she wouldn't have to lose very much face.
Sally was used to getting whatever she wanted when it came to sex.
She wasn't used to the nervousness she felt when she thought of propositioning her friend Michele.
She knew that Michele had a very healthy attitude about sex.
Her friend was not all hung up on the fucked up rules of society.
So she waited until MacIntyre was in the john taking his morning crap and made a quick phone call.
"Hello," came a sleepy voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi, Michele, did I wake you up?" Sally asked, a not of concern in her voice.
"Sure, but I had to get up anyway. What's up?" Michele asked, struggling to make her voice work properly even though she was still half asleep.
Michele had a calm voice that sent chills up and down Sally's spine.
That voice made the little hairs on the back of Sally's neck stand on end.
'I have something very important to tell you, Michele," Sally said, her voice becoming solemn and serious. "Can you talk?"
"Sure, I'm alone in my room," Michele said, and Sally could tell by the sound of her voice that she had picked up on the intensity of the matter.
"I'm having an affair with MacIntyre," Sally said quickly.
She was afraid that she would chicken out if she hesitated too long so she just blurted out the words.
"MacIntyre Symms?" Michele asked, unnecessarily seeking clarification.
"Yes! My brother. It's actually very nice," Sally said.
She knew that she didn't have to worry about Michele's ability to keep a secret.
If there was anyone she could discuss her new incestuous relationship with, it was her best girlfriend.
"Wow, blow me away," Michele said. It was obvious from the tone of her voice that she was quite impressed with the news.
"I think I'm going into a new phase in my life," Sally said.
"Is this the phase where you break every taboo in the book?"
Sally couldn't help but laugh. It did seem like she were going out of her way to break all of society's rules.
"I guess so," Sally said, and her small laugh had a touch of nervousness in it.
"It sounds like your life is going okay," Michele said.
"It's going very nicely. He's actually quite a hunk."
"That's right. Your folks are out of the house, aren't they?"
"Uh huh. I guess that this was inevitable. While the cats away the mice will play."
"You got dibs on MacIntyre?"
"What do you mean?"
"I haven't had a stiff cock in me since school let out. I'm hornier than a pepper sprout these days. I just can't get my courage up to start ravaging through all of the single guys in town looking for one worth fucking."
"Would you like to make it with MacIntyre?"
"Have you discussed the matter with him?"
Michele asked.
"I don't think that that will be a problem. He's a guy, you know."
"You mean that he is amoral and will fuck anything with tits."
"Something like that. But that's not the only reason I called."
"Oh, you need my services for something else, Sally?"
There was something in Michele's voice that told Sally she already understood the real reason of Sally's call.
In spite of this Sally could feel her heart start to pound inside her chest.
She found it difficult to breathe and her stomach felt as if it were filled with six-legged creatures.
"I was thinking maybe we could both get in bed with MacIntyre together," Sally said abruptly.
Once again she blurted out the word, spitting them out like so many watermelon seeds, before she had a chance to chicken out.
"Did MacIntyre put you up to this, Sally," Michele asked, and Sally could tell that her friend was amused and intrigued at the idea.
"He doesn't even know about it yet," Sally said, encouraged by her friend's reaction to the proposition.
"Then this is all your idea. You want me,"
Michele said.
Now there was no longer any sign of sleep in Michele's voice.
"I do. I want to have both of you at the same time. Doesn't that seem strange after all these years. I guess when I started making it with my brother, the idea of making it with my best friend didn't seem so intimidating anymore."
"Well, Sally, it's okay with me. In fact it sounds like fun. Give me a chance to get cleaned up and pump a few cups of coffee into my system and I will be right over.'
"Oh good. I'm so glad. When you come over don't let on that we are all going to go to bed together right away. I want to surprise MacIntyre."
Michele giggled. The two girls exchanged good byes, and as Sally hung up she could hear MacIntyre emerging from the bathroom.
"Wow, don't go in the John for a few minutes," MacIntyre said with a silly grin on his face, "it smells like someone just died in there."
"Michele is coming over," Sally said nonchalantly to her brother.
MacIntyre stood naked in the hallway outside his sister's room.
"Does that mean that I have to put my clothes on?" MacIntyre said.
"Yes. What do you think of Michele?" Sally asked, tilting her head a little to one side so that her hair spilled down over one shoulder.
"I always thought she was a fox. I had trouble talking to her because she was so beautiful. She made me feel very shy."
"I hope that you won't be so shy around girls anymore, MacIntyre. Now that I've shown you what a good lover you are you really don't have any reason to feel insecure, do you, you big hunk of beefcake, you."
"I guess not," MacIntyre said proudly. "I guess I've gained a lot of confidence in the last twenty-four hours."
"Good," Sally said, and she couldn't hide her naughty expression which betrayed her devious plans.
"Sally, you aren't trying to fix me up with your friend are you?"
"Nonsense. Would I do that?" Sally said, but she was not a convincing liar.
MacIntyre smiled knowingly and he could feel the blood pumping down his body into his cock. Even Sally could see his cock start to throb and grow.
"Now get dressed," Sally said sternly, sounding very much like an older sister. "Michele is going to be here in a few minutes, and you have to look respectable."
MacIntyre frowned and moved into his own bedroom to throw on a pair of jeans.
He had no intention of wearing shoes or a shirt. He was in the frame of mind where he wanted to spend the rest of his life wearing as little as possible.
He couldn't be sure if he had interpreted his sister correctly.
At first he thought that she wanted him to fuck Michele, but now he wasn't so sure.
He had no idea that he was expected to get in bed with both of them at the same time.
The idea of fucking Michele LaPree appealed to MacIntyre a great deal.
He remembered her when she went to East Rushdale High.
He knew that she was one of those girls who had a reputation for having round heels.
He had heard that she was free with her body, and enjoyed a good fuck as much as any guy he knew.
MacIntyre threw on a pair of jeans and sprawled on his back in the center of his bed.
He placed two pillows on top of each other and rested the back of his head on the top one.
The brand new Rolling Stones record was blasting out of his stereo.
He envisioned Michele, and he could feel his cock getting hard and stiff.
The ache returned to his balls full-force as he thought of Michele.
She sure was a fox. She was thin, a little tall, with a beautiful, somewhat exotic face.
She had big brown eyes that were almond-shaped and haunting, as if they could look right through objects.
Her nose was long and thin, and a little pointy at the tip, yet her lips had the fullness of sensuality.
MacIntyre knew that Michele's cunt would be hot and tight.