To piss on sis

Satisfied with that decision I crossed the hallway into Celia’s room. She was still asleep, spread on her back on her sheets, still drying from my bedtime toilet visit. She had changed since dad died. Gone were the cute dresses and brunette curls, in were the black leather corsets, ripped fishnets and blood red straightened hair. She had a dozen piercings now, and as many tattoos, most of them depicting hardcore lesbian bondage. Her room was painted black and adorned with posters of metal bands and photos of her fucking members of said metal bands, half of them onstage. She even claimed to be a lesbian now. She sure enjoyed using mom and had started bringing home legions of punky women, who I greatly enjoyed fucking along with her.

She was alone in bed now though, which was a shame. It was always nice to see her lithe, pale body tangled with her latest lover, and nicer still to cover their entwined forms with warm piss. Still, you couldn't have everything. I stood at the side of the bed and started pissing straight into her face. My salty urine splashed over her delicate features, and she soon opened her eyes in time for me to blast them as well. I moved down her body, coating her delicate breasts and belly before reaching her cunt, where I focused my remaining piss. She quickly started playing with herself under my stream and added to her fun when she started pissing herself. I was nearly out, and told her so.

“Nooooo…” she moaned in frustration, “I’m so cloooooose!”

But it was too late, I was tapped out. Her fingers feverishly played with her clit but it was no good. She gave up and shifted onto her elbows to look at me.

“Jeez Steve, you bastard, you know I can’t cum unless someone’s pissing on me. I’m gonna be horny all day now, and it’s all your fault!”