Sister, Brother, and a Pee Fetish
All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. * Amy grabbed me and pulled me aside. "What's the big deal?" "You're my sister and he's a creep." "Says who?" "Says Jennie. Y'know, his ex? And she should know." Amy went to look for Jennie. The noise of the party pulsed in my beer-fuddled brain. A few minutes later Amy was back. She hugged me and said: "Bullet dodged. I just caught up with Jennie. Don't ask... So fuck him. He's not getting any tonight." "Was he gonna?" She grinned, "Maybe!" Amy snuggled in beside me. She was swaying to the music and her hip rubbed mine. I put my arm around her, she put her hand on my chest and snuggled, and yet again - for what, the hundredth time? - I cursed my misfortune that the one girl in the world I desired most was my own sister. Now, in her short tight pink party dress, I wanted her even more. She's a head height shorter than me, medium-leng