This is the first chapter of a longer story. It's categorised as Incest/Taboo because the main arc of the story is a romance between a brother and sister, seen through the eyes of the brother's girlfriend. However, there are also strong elements of lesbian/bisexual romance and a lot of pissing, so be aware if those are not your thing. The incestuous relationship becomes much more explicit in later chapters. Comments are welcome.
Warnings: Piss, Big Cock, Rough Sex
All characters involved in sexual activity are aged over 18.
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The waters of the lake rippled gently in the cold autumn night. The forest of tall pines which lined the shore rustled and creaked. Heavy clouds shrouded the sky, blotting out the stars and the pale half-moon. The streets of the lakeside were silent, the shops shuttered and the bars closed. In her bedroom overlooking the waterfront, Valerie lay naked and frustrated, looking up at the night sky through the tall picture windows. The little digital clock on her bedside table blinked 1:30. She couldn't sleep.
She glanced aside at her slumbering boyfriend. Caleb never had any trouble falling asleep, and the duvet rose and fell gently over his broad chest as he breathed. He was comfortingly warm beside her, one of his long muscular legs gently resting against her thigh. She could faintly see the outline of his boyishly handsome face in the darkness. They had made love a few hours ago, a quick and enjoyably rough bedtime fuck, and Valerie was still pleasurably sore. Cal was superbly well-endowed. Even after five months together, Valerie's pussy struggled to accommodate his long, deep thrusts.
It wasn't the lingering soreness that was keeping her awake, though. Her thoughts were turbulent with shame and guilt, and a deep, frustrated lust. Cal may have fucked her raw, but he hadn't satisfied her this time - she could still feel the slick wetness of arousal between her thighs. And, as if that weren't enough, she desperately needed to piss.
The object of her lust was sleeping in the guest bedroom down the corridor, so close and yet unreachably far. Anya, Cal's younger sister, had arrived the day before, visiting from her university. She was a shy, quiet, sweet-natured girl, a keen dancer who was studying modern languages. Cal clearly adored her, and had spoken proudly of her many times, saying he wished she could visit more often. He had been very excited for her to meet Valerie.
What he hadn't mentioned, though, was how beautiful Anya was. The same genes that had made Cal tall, leanly handsome and well-hung had made his sister willowy, slender and luscious. Valerie had been instantly mesmerised by Anya's face, her fine high cheekbones and cute little nose, her eyes the same deep and sparkling blue as her brother's. Her raven hair reached almost to her waist in a soft, glossy mane. Her long, elegant legs were superbly toned from years of ballet, and her pert young breasts simply begged to be bared and fondled. Valerie had been bisexual since her teens, and had slept with quite a few women before she met Cal, but she'd assumed that stage of her life was over. Now, once again, she found herself yearning for another girl.
She knew it was irrational. Cal was the closest to perfection she'd ever found in a man; big, handsome and a great fuck, but also kind, hard-working and supportive. They'd moved in together just a couple months after their first date. Every day had been blissful. They had become the sort of infuriatingly cute couple who couldn't keep their eyes or hands off each other, annoying their friends with ceaseless public displays of affection. They would tour the waterfront bars, picnic in the pine forest on sunny days, curl up together on the sofa with hot drinks after a long day of work. The sex was frequent, passionate and wonderful. She'd enjoyed years of bisexual abandon - from her teenage kicks as an unashamed big-city slut, to the string of male and female lovers she'd had at university. Now she genuinely felt ready to settle down.
And it wasn't as if she had a real chance with Anya, anyway. The younger girl was apparently totally heterosexual, not to mention painfully shy. When she first arrived at their apartment, she'd been visibly taken aback when Valerie greeted her by kissing her on the cheek. She rarely spoke unless spoken to first, and there was always a very slight sadness in her eyes. The only time Anya really came out of her shell was when talking to Cal. Her eyes fairly sparkled when she spoke to him, and when she hugged him, she seemed deeply reluctant to let go. Valerie had even noticed her giving Cal strange, distant, faintly longing looks when his back was turned. She had a sneaking suspicion that Anya had a crush on her own brother. It was all unbearably frustrating.
Valerie lay there with her thoughts in a tormented loop as the minutes ticked slowly by. Finally, she could ignore the aching pressure in her bladder no longer. She slipped naked from the bed, taking care not to disturb Cal, and made her silent way to the ensuite bathroom. She needed to urinate so badly it was almost maddening, and she was still sopping wet with arousal. As she clicked on the light, she winced at the lingering soreness of her pussy - Cal really was hung like a horse.
With a sort of frustrated, self-conscious narcissism, Valerie took a moment to inspect her naked body in the full-length mirror that lined the bathroom wall. She was a naturally slender girl, standing five-foot-six, and she silently admired the fine curve of her hips and smooth thighs. Her eyes were a deep forest green. Her ash-blonde hair fell soft and wavy to her shoulders. She'd always been very young-looking, with small, neat features; at twenty-six, she looked barely older than nineteen. Her skin had just a hint remaining of her honey-gold summer tan, now fading to a paler white at this darker time of year. An intricate tattoo of a twining rose decorated her inner thigh in red and green ink, a memento from her teenage years.
Valerie had been taking her exercise seriously the last few months, forcing herself to go to the gym at least four times a week. Her legs were strong and lean for her efforts, her belly pleasingly toned. Her breasts were round and full; she was proud of their size and pert firmness. Her wine-red nipples hardened in gentle arousal as she admired herself. She could see a chain of love-bites on the smooth flesh of her neck and shoulders, made by Cal in his rough passion, and she winced again at the various aches he'd left her with. Her vulva was neatly shaven, with just a little strip of blonde pubic hair remaining above her cutely budded clit. She had prominent labia; she sometimes wished they could be neater, not quite so full and thick, but she still enjoyed their delicate, sensitive softness. Right now, they were visibly engorged and glistening wet. As she watched, a tiny bead of wetness trickled from her pussy lips.
She turned away from the mirror and sat on the toilet with her naked legs parted wide. Her bladder was bursting for release, and she couldn't hold it any longer. With a sigh of profound, grateful relief, she relaxed herself and began to piss.
Her flow was strong and full, hissing from the folds of her pussy with warm pressure. The rushing trickle of it into the water beneath her was as soothing as a lullaby. Valerie had always had a very active bladder, especially when she was anxious or under stress. She drank a lot of water, too, as she hated the sickly feeling of dehydration. As a result, she urinated frequently and voluminously, and her friends and family teased her for having to run to the bathroom all the time.
Over the years, though, she'd come to enjoy the feeling of relief and the strong yellow streams that she made. She'd found that several of her sexual partners enjoyed watching her pee. Gradually, this most natural of acts had become erotic for her. In time, as she grew more adventurous, she found herself cheerfully pissing on her lovers of both genders, standing over them to drench their faces, or urinating straight onto their erect cocks and yearning pussies. She'd even had one girlfriend who liked to drink her piss straight from the source while she went down on her.
Valerie had been eager to receive as well as to give, taking warm golden showers from boys and girls alike. Cal was especially good at those; he had a big bladder to go with his big cock, and he was happy to hose Valerie down with his prodigious piss stream any time she wanted.
Once again, Valerie found her thoughts straying sinfully to Anya. She'd noticed Anya had drunk a lot of water at dinner the night before, and had excused herself to pee almost as frequently as Valerie herself. Even as she sat there pissing, Valerie imagined receiving a long, luxurious golden shower from that delectable girl. She slipped a finger down between her thighs to gently play with her pussy lips at the pleasurably wicked thought. It was a fantasy, she knew, but that didn't make it any less hot for her.
When her bladder was finally relieved, Valerie stood and stretched drowsily, and returned to the bed. She was exhausted, her eyelids heavy and drooping, and yet sleep felt no closer. She looked at the digital clock again and saw to her dismay that it was past two in morning. She lay beside Cal, who slept on so blissfully it was almost as if he was mocking her. Her pussy was still aching and dripping wet with frustrated arousal.
