That evening we all sat around the dining table; Mom, Dad, Cadie, and me. My parents' hike had, somewhat predictably, fizzled out into a stroll over a couple of hills and into the local village, no more than a few kilometers from our cabin. Though, to hear my dad tell the story, their little morning ramble was almost certainly on a par with Edmund Hillary's ascent of Mount Everest, if not slightly more impressive, all things considered. Anyway, they turned up back at the cabin midway through the afternoon with backpacks burdened with thick steak cuts from the village butcher shop and a couple of bottles of french Malbec.
"And the views from up there!" Dad had exclaimed for a least the third time around a mouthful of semi-masticated meat, the tale (and the hills) getting taller with each retelling. "It's like you're standing at the very top of the world. You girls should go up there sometime, y'know, for the experience. You can't go home without at least giving it a try, right Hon'?"
My mother directed a cool smile at him, which he seemed to take as an affirmation. It wasn't, of course, but Dad wasn't one to notice subtext. My mother, by contrast, was subtext all the way through.
"Speaking of you girls," she said, pointedly wresting the conversation away from her husband before he could launch into a fresh recounting of the adventure, "what have the two of you gotten up to today?"
My guts twisted into a knot.
"Nothing much," I said far too quickly. "Just reading really."
"And hanging out with me," Cadie piped in, chipper as always, and completely composed. "We've been sharing some quality 'Sister Time,' isn't that right?"
"Uh-huh," my mother grunted, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And how did that go exactly? No fights? No friction?"
"Jeez, Hon!" my dad blurted out, a false chuckle failing to hide the we-talked-about-this undertone of his outburst.
"No fights," Cadie chirped over him. "I for one have been having a great time. How about you Laurie, you've been enjoying yourself?"
"Yeah," I said, smiling the best smile I could manage while twisting the silver band around on my finger, an unconscious recognition of the secret meaning of my sister's words. A moment later, I folded my hands together guiltily when I noticed my mother's suspicious gaze zeroing in on the ring. Cadie's ring. The one with the single yellow stone. The one that, because I was wearing it, meant she owned me as her toilet for the rest of the vacation. "It's been nice," I said, directing my gaze down at the table.
I felt certain that everybody at the table could see right through my lies, and that my guilty conscience was laying exposed before them like an open book.
Thankfully my dad was ready to prove me wrong.
He slapped the table in a gesture of triumph and wagged his fork in my mother's direction: "You see!" he cried. "I told you! We just needed to get them away from all those screens and gizmos. Just a little quality time, that's what this family needs. Didn't I tell you?"
An expression of frosty skepticism lingered on my mother's features as her attention lingered on me for several heartbeats too long, then melted into a warm, deceitful concession as she turned to face her husband. "Yes, dear," she said. "That is what you told me, you clever, clever man."
"Poor Dad," I remember thinking, even as I squirmed in my seat. "He really believes she means it."
I should have been glad to be out from under my mother's scrutiny, but the look she'd fixed me with had left me feeling that she already had everything (EVERYTHING!!) all figured out. Of course, I knew that wasn't actually possible, didn't I? Even if she knew that the ring belonged to Cadie, which she almost certainly did, there wasn't any way for her to leap from that to knowing what my wearing it signified between the two of us. I mean, she couldn't possibly have intuited from that one curious inconsistency of cheap costume jewelry that I'd given myself over to my younger sister as a receptacle for her urine... Could she?
No. That was crazy. But she suspected something was going on. Of that much I was certain.
I was relieved when Dad started up a story about the time he himself had apprenticed in a butcher's shop back in New Liberty, before setting out on his career marketing household appliances, and how he'd never forgotten the way to tell the best steaks from the "dog cuts". I'd heard it a million times, we all had, but I was relieved that my brief moment in the spotlight had come to an end.
When I looked up, Cadie was smirking at me from across the table. She lifted her glass, which was half full of the potent french wine, and drained it in one great, meaningful gulp.
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Between my putting on her ring and our parents' return to the cabin, Cadie had used me two more times that day. The first had been mostly symbolic, a sort of sealing of the pact we'd entered into.
"Kneel on the floor," she'd said as soon as the ring was on my finger, already working the clasp of her jeans, then slipping them down over her hips and stepping out of them.
I obeyed without question, and was in the act of kneeling when something unexpected happened. The hem of my towel snagged between my knee and the floor causing it to pull loose and fall, leaving me suddenly completely naked before my sister. I was embarrassed, of course, and moved quickly to retrieve it, but not before my predicament had imparted a flash of inspiration to Cadie's mind.
"Leave it," she barked. "I want to pee on your body."
I hesitated, though not for more than a second or two, then abandoned the towel and allowed Cadie to position herself over me.
"Now tell me that I own you for the rest of the vacation," she said, peering down at me, her face aglow with spite and power and glee. "Tell me that you're my toilet until we leave. Swear it."
"You own me now," I repeated, my pussy sending out a jolt of pleasure as I verbalized my contract of submission. "I'm your toilet for the rest of our vacation."
I opened my mouth without needing to be told, and a few seconds later Cadie was urinating into it.
"Don't swallow until I say so," she said.
Then, having given her order, she filled my mouth to the brim. This time, however, she didn't stop, but redirected the remainder of her stream down onto my naked body, rotating her hips back and forth in order to spray her urine onto both my bare breasts while my nipples hardened shamefully beneath the warm yellow stream.
It was over quite quickly. No surprise there. Just a little over an hour had passed since Cadie had emptied her bladder of morning pee into me. Not much time for her to replenish her reserves. But, as I said, this occasion was largely symbolic, a demonstration of Cadie's new authority over me.
