A week has passed since I made Brandy piss on my chest. I was really hoping to get this whole thing out of my head, but the desire returned far too quickly and I find it isn't just a desire to be pissed on anymore. I want to taste her piss again and enjoy the sensation it brought on my tongue. Her magic elixir is like some strange addiction and I need my fix, but I can't exactly call her up and invite her over to continue to live out this nightmare with me.
I had been hoping that eating her pussy well enough to bring about an orgasm would have drawn her back, but it seems as if that made it worse. Granted, extorting her into taking action was probably not the best overall plan if I want her to continue, but I was very desperate. Desperation has a tendency of causing people to make mistakes and I made one hell of a big mistake.
I have no idea what I am going to do now. The desire is even stronger now and have no hope of convincing my sister to once again alleviate this nightmare. Getting a girlfriend is hard enough, but even more difficult to convince any woman to give me what I desire most. It isn't like I can just walk up to some woman I find attractive and invite her back to my place to piss on me.
A knock on the door raises my curiosity, since I know that sounds just like my sister when she raps her knuckles on the wood to be let inside. Despite this renewed hope she has come back, I know it cannot be her. There is no way she would ever willingly come back, since the fear of another episode is far too great. She has every reason in the world to fear a continuation of that day and I know her fear of our parents finding out about the liquor cabinet remains a high priority.
I open my door and my sister rushes past me wearing a loose fitting red dress and I am at a loss as to why she is here. I'm also at a loss as to why she is wearing a dress, since she has not worn one in many years. As I turn to watch her, I close the door and find the red dress suits her in the back.
There is nothing extraordinary about her red dress. It has short sleeves, which reveals much of her slender arms. It hangs down loosely to her knees to reveal her slender legs. Her shoulder length blond hair covers the neck line and I find it oddly attractive. There is nothing remotely sexy about anything I am looking at, yet cannot deny there is a certain sensual look to her.
I lock the door, more out of habit then planning, and she turns quickly to face me. There is anger in her blue eyes that are peaking out from between her bangs, that much is very certain, but also something more and cannot quite place what I see. I can't help noticing the top of her dress is a little deeper than anything I can recall her wearing and can see the edges of her small tits peeking out just a little. I know she has always been embarrassed by the size of her tits for many years and know she would never wear something that punctuates the size a little too well.
In a voice filled with anger, she says, "Damn you, Max."
My eyes move up to meet her eyes filled with the anger to match her voice, as I say, "Brandy, I'm sorry." I can't say this is true, but maybe I can convince her to let down her guard and give me another chance to have her elixir.
She says, "No your not, Max, so cut the shit. You just had to drag me into this, didn't you?"
Her choice of words is odd, so I ask, "Drag you into what, Brandy?"
There is no immediate response as she is shooting daggers into my eyes. After several moments of eerie silence, she says, "Piss, you bastard. It wasn't enough for you to lose sleep, you had to do the same to me."
I have no idea what she's talking about and find myself at a loss. How could she lose sleep over just the piss part of what I did. If she's losing sleep due to being angry with me, then why did she not say something about all of it. I am truly confused by all of this and have to understand what she is telling me.
I say, "Brandy, I don't understand what you're talking about. I know what I did was wrong, but what does just the piss part doing to cause you to lose sleep?" I was honest with her when I said I was wrong, since there is no doubt I was very wrong in what I did.
She angrily spouts, "Ever since that day, I have been caught up in your sick world. Now I'm the one that can't sleep and it's driving me fucking crazy."
She seams to be at a loss for words, but I wait for her continue with no prodding from me in the least. She takes her time before breaking the silence and I am at a complete loss over what she's talking about. None of this is making any sense and I just want her to tell me what is going on.
Her voice breaks the deafening silence, as she says, "Damn you, Max. You want me to say it. Fine, you sick fuck. I want you to piss on my tits. Why the hell did you have to start this. I never even thought about anything like that before, now it's all I can think about."
There is no way I could have heard my sister right, but there is no denying what she said. I ask, "You want me to piss on you, Brandy"
She stares angrily as she says, "Yes, Max. I want you to piss on my fucking tits. At least it will give me some relief from this shit you started."
I honestly say, "Don't count on it, Brandy."
She gets even angrier as she asks in a demanding voice, "Didn't that whole thing stop?"
I say, "For about a day, it worked great. Then this damned desire to have you piss on me came back stronger than ever."
She shakes her head and says, "Shit. Well I guess we're both getting pissed on today."