Olivia Performs

You swallow your saliva and search your sister’s eyes. She looks confident and squeezes your hand. You still aren’t sure if it’s the right choice, but your sloppy lower lips are already excitedly squeezing.

There are still a few hours until the meeting, so there should be time. You continue discussing school issues, ignoring your sister’s building desperation. Eventually, it gets to the point that the other women notice.

Lilliana worriedly asks, “Olivia, are you okay?”

Olivia responds with a strained smile, “Yes, I’m fine. Please continue.” Even as she speaks, her crossed legs squeeze, and her hand is clearly pressing into her crotch.

The president and secretary look unconvinced, but they try to continue. Still, your sister can’t help but moan a bit in frustration as the pressure builds. Her inability to sit still is apparent, and Lilliana again asks if she is alright.

Your sister responds with the truth this time, “Mmm, I really need to pee.”

The two women blush, embarrassed by your sister's outrageous comment. Lilliana waves for her to leave, “You should hurry then.”

Olivia blushes and leans into you. “I can only go if my sister lets me,” she explains.

“OH!” Both exclaim while covering their mouth. Their wide eyes stare at you in wonderment? Or disgust? Or fear? You aren’t too sure.

You try to laugh confidently, but perhaps it sounds nervous. Unsure, you say, “It’s a fun game we’ve been playing recently,” you pause, trying to think of what to do, “Here, why don’t we sit together?”

“What?” All three of them question, unable to follow your logic.

“Surya’s been standing this whole time. It must be uncomfortable,” You stand up and pull your sister with you. She has a hard time walking and mostly shuffles to the other couch.

Fitting three people on the two-person loveseat will be quite the squeeze, especially with the two bigger women. You pull your sister into your lap while squeezing into the president. You pat the area next to you for Surya.

It’s quite the gamble, you think. But if you’re putting on a show, you might as well take the risk. Submissive wife had the unique requirement of displaying power to the subject and displaying dominance over the subject. While Surya’s kink is Moral Degradation. You haven’t even gotten any seconds on her yet. You decide to go for broke, relying on their kinks to pull you through.

Surya seems to hesitate, looking at the sudden events with confused eyes. You grab Lilliana’s hand and give what you hope is a dominant squeeze to gain her support.

Perhaps it worked, or Lilliana would support you anyway, but she says, “It won’t hurt Surya.”

Surya slides onto the couch, squishing you. Boobs completely take up your peripheral vision. You take Surya’s hand, pull Lilliana’s, and place them on Olivia’s legs. Your sister’s legs are **** open; she now has her hands smashed deep in her crotch. Her legs shiver and twitch, and her hips bounce on your lap.

You remind her, “I have a meeting after this, so don’t leak on me.”

“Yes,” Olivia squeaks.

Lilliana looks at her hand and then over at you. Her shifting body presses you into her secretary. “I don’t think this is appropriate.”

“It’s fine; we're comrades, and she loves it,” you reassure her. You put strength in your arm to ensure the president keeps her hand there. This seems to keep her in check for now.

On the other hand, Surya seems mesmerized by your sister’s predicament and doesn’t need encouragement. You **** the conversation back to work even though everyone is distracted.

Finally, Olivia can’t hold it anymore. “I need to pee. Hurry!”

Your six sense tells you that she won’t even make it a few steps without wetting herself. You were surprised she pushed herself so far. She must have done her best for you. Your sister is the best!

You scan the room and your eyes land on the now empty bowl that the cookies were in. It’s pretty big, too big for the number of cookies that were in it. “You won’t make it to the bathroom. Use the bowl,” you command.

Lilliana gasps, “How could you say that to your sister!”

“No! It’s alright. Can I use it? I’m already starting to leak!” Your sister asks with a **** voice.

Lilliana, completely overwhelmed by the situation, agrees. Olivia jumps off of you and pulls down her panties. Before they even hit the floor, she grabs the bowl and pulls her skirt all the way up, exposing herself to the three of you.

Your sister unleashes a torrent that splashes in the bowl. The room is filled with the sounds of her gushing piss. The two women beside you don’t seem to be breathing as their eyes can’t leave the sight of debauchery.

“Aaaahnnn~ fuuuck! Amazing~ oooh~” Olivia moans as her peegasm adds to the moment.

Thinking fast, you select Familly trigger orgasm on your phone and use one of the saved-up orgasms.

Your sister’s pussy lips clench, and the pee changes to girl cum as she squirts bursts of pee and cum into the bowl. “EEEEeeAAaah~ Yesssss~ sister! Thaaannkkk~ yooouuuu~ mmmmm~” Her legs shiver from the orgasm splashing the rapidly filling bowl about.

The two women whose hands you’re still holding squeeze yours. It’s not long before the bowl overflows and splashes onto the floor. You’re a bit worried they will be angry, but their shock is too much right now. Hopefully, they won’t be mad later, you think.

Once Olivia is empty, she blushes and apologizes, “Sorry, I made a mess.”

You stand up and hug your sister. “You did a good job remaining standing.”

Lilliana gulps and squeaks, “Don’t worry. It. I don’t know what to say.”

You look at the time and say, “It’s time for the meeting. Olivia will clean this up.”

Surya looks at you, “Are you sure?”

“I’d like to help, but it’s late,” you confess.

Lilliana frowns and states, “I think having the cleaning staff deal with it is unfair. So I appreciate you cleaning it.”

“Leave it to me!” Olivia vigorously declares.