Next morning I woke with a head full of rocks & somebody shaking me roughly by the shoulder. I had no idea what time it was, but daylight streamed in through the open drapes and Cadie was there leaning over me.
"Hey, Sleepy Head," she hissed in my ear, giving my shoulder another shake. "Wake up already."
"Ugh... Leave me alone," I groaned, swatting feebly back at my annoying sister. What was she thinking, waking me up when there wasn't anything to be doing anyway? For a few blissful moments I existed in a state of sleep addled forgetfulness, before the memories of the previous evening flooded in on me. There had been vodka (explains the headache)... yes, and Cadie and I had been playing some silly game... Truth or Dare... odd, but okay... I'd gotten drunk, and then... and then...
Oh!
Oh fuck!
I sat bolt upright, my budding hangover exploding out of existence In the face of absolute horror. Surely it wasn't true. It couldn't be. A dream! It must have been a crazy, horrible dream! But no; over there on the table were the little potted condiments and the empty vodka bottle, just as we'd left them.
Subconsciously, I raised my hand up to my mouth. "Oh god," I croaked. "Oh my god."
I didn't know what else to say.
And then I remembered something else, something Cadie had whispered in my ear before she went to sleep: "I'll let you have my morning pee."
Her morning pee! Ew! What on earth made her think I'd want that, for chrissakes? And, wait, there had been a sort of catch, hadn't there. Yes, that was it: If I wanted it... I would have to ask for it.
"Uh..." I shook my head and blinked the blurriness out of my eyes. "You woke me up..."
"Because I need to go," Cadie confirmed, smiling evilly. "You have to be awake so you can make the choice."
"The choice?" I asked, pretending not to remember.
Cadie rolled her eyes.
"Am I going in there?" she said, and nodded toward the bathroom door. "Or in here?" she reached out and pressed a finger to my lips.
I jerked my head back away from Cadie's touch and blinked again, but not for the sleep-fuzz this time. I was having trouble getting my head around... well, everything really. For one thing, I was having a serious case of 'morning after regret' over letting Cadie... do what she did to me. But at the same time, I couldn't ignore the excited electric jolt her words (& all that they implied) had provoked between my thighs.
I tried anyway. "Are you crazy?" I hissed, laying on a thick layer of incredulity. "Last night I was really drunk. And there's no lock on the door, remember? What if Mom walks in again?"
Cadie cocked her head to one side and smirked, her eyes bright & narrow. "You know none of what you just said answers my question, right?" She pointed out.
I was genuinely surprised to realize she was right. What did it matter how drunk I'd been last night? And pointing out that our mom could walk in on us said nothing about whether or not I wanted to drink Cadie's pee. If anything it betrayed that I was thinking about it, at least in terms of a risk analysis. God, my brain never did function right first thing before my morning coffee.
"Anyway," Cadie went on, irritatingly peppy for that early hour, whatever it was. "I've been thinking about how we'll do it this time. Do you want to know, or do you want it to be a surprise?"
"What - No!" I snapped. God, that brat was always so sure of herself. It was infuriating. "Go and use the goddamned bathroom, okay? There. Is that clear enough for you?"
To my surprise, Cadie just shrugged. "All right," she said, and rolled easily off her side of the bed. If my answer had disappointed her, she didn't show it. When she stood up I noticed she hadn't bothered to replace her shorts since last night, or she had done and then taken them off again. Either way it amounted to the same thing. Then, as she padded bare-foot round the bed, she mentioned conversationally, "There's a lock on the bathroom door."
"What?"
"If that's what's bothering you," she said, not breaking her stride. "We can go in there and lock the door. That way nobody'll walk in on us."
Cadie had her back to me by then, her firm, young buttocks swaying side to side a little exaggeratedly as she crossed the short distance to the bathroom - the bathroom with a lockable door.
Suddenly I found myself in the grip of a queer sort of panic. Cadie would soon be at that door, then inside the bathroom, then on the toilet, and then...
But that was absurd, I knew. I wanted her to go. I'd told her to go use the bathroom, hadn't I? Yes, and I'd meant it. No way was I going to let that bratty little bitch pee in my mouth. No way! Not ever! I mean... not ever again anyway.
But my ridiculous panic grew more acute with every step Cadie took.
"You're running out of time," a voice seemed to say from inside me. "Stop her, quickly. Stall for time or something. You just need a few seconds to... to... to think things over."
"There's nothing to think over!" I mind-growled back at myself. 'Nothing!"
Across the room, Cadie had reached the door, and then, without so much as a backward glance, she vanished inside.
"Cadie!" I was startled to hear my own voice calling out in a hushed but urgent tone. "Cadie, wait a second."
A moment later my sister reappeared in the doorway, her head cocked to the side, one eyebrow lifted in a mocking question mark. She didn't say anything, just stood there looking at me expectantly, her expression cruel and amused.
"How...?" I began, knowing I now had to say something now that I had called her back, but not having the first clue what that something should be. All I knew was that I wasn't ready for Cadie to vanish into the bathroom yet. At least, a part of me wasn't. Another part of me was furious that I'd stopped her at all, and there was a sort of tug of war going on inside my mind between the two different 'me's', each wrestling for control of my body. "Uh... you said you'd been thinking about how we'd... uh... do it. I mean... yeah... I was just... uh... curious."
Cadie smiled sweetly, but there was something rotten about it.
"Sure, I'll give you the big reveal," she said, "when you come in here with me."
I hesitated. The truth is I didn't trust myself. I could feel that thing, that strange Primal Hunger stirring inside of me, and the more I thought about Cadie and the urine stewing inside her body, the more the Primal Hunger wrapped me up in its coils.
"Just to talk?" I asked.
