It's a beautiful Sunday morning. I'm on my way to the tennis courts to see if I can pick up a game of doubles. As I drove down the wide street in my Triumph, I saw the three 20-foot round islands of grass and flowers in the middle of this three-street intersection. This area is residential.... Nice homes with very little traffic. As I've done before, I slalomed around the islands pushing as hard as I could weaving in and out of them getting on two wheels if for only and instant. My Toyo tires held the road without squealing or leaving rubber. The live axel makes for a very fun and quick drive.
Leaving the faux course behind I drove down the hill and parked at the courts. There was nobody looking for a fourth for doubles or for a singles player. As I sat in my car waiting, I began thinking of Cindy's obsession with pee. First it was watching me pee then it was holding my dick while I peed. Then it was golden showers. A realization came to me. Cindy was so innocent, so isolated that she had never seen a male pee. I thought back and realized I had seen my family pee often growing up and so had Effy.
I used to think Effy was experienced because she wasn't a virgin. Then I found out I was the only guy she'd really ever been interested in. She didn't have sex before, Steve just broke her cherry...... a one stroke wonder. I was the one she wanted to be with, but she couldn't act on it because I'm her brother. She was almost as innocent as Cindy. She was just curious about butts like Cindy was about peeing. I gave up trying to find a tennis match and went home and watched a game on TV.
Monday morning. Effy wanted to drive this morning. I learned why just after we left home. She reached over and played with my dick as she drove toward the pet store. She couldn't do that in my Spitfire because everyone could see down into the car. The GT6 is a coupe with darkened windows. We met Cindy in the parking lot at Family Pets. John and Beth were standing with a man in a suit carrying a clipboard. They were pointing to the adjoined unoccupied store front.
"Hi, guys," John said as we approached. "Your ideas were so great, we hired a business manager and ran all your ideas by him. He and I loved them. He encouraged us to expand. Mr. Olson, here is our designer. We need a big entrance and a whole new interior. We are tripling the size of the store. We want it in the style of a large hunting and fishing store, rustic with high quality and interest."
John borrowed the clipboard Mr. Olson was drawing on and showed it to us. It was an entrance made with heavy logs and large stone. That theme would carry through to the large store divided into three sections; horse, dog, bird.
John went on, "We have a meeting with Dr. O'Donnell, a veterinarian who wrote a series of well respected books on dog care with an emphasis on finding the correct food for each dog. We are going with your idea to have weigh-ins with Dr. O'Donnell present for personal advice to each participant. He will sell his autographed books. He is adamant that overfeeding dogs, what he calls over loving dogs, actually causes many dogs a lot of pain and shortens their life span. Overweight dachshunds often have broken spines which is, of course, very painful."
"We are setting up a social area for people to relax, show off their dogs and have a coke in a comfortable environment as they wait for the Doctor. I'm picturing a log and stone living room with a waiter on weigh in days."
After that comes the bird section. People who live around here don't have parakeets. They have Macaws, Cockatoos and other big, bright and expensive birds. We need a jungle themed store for the birds. Mr. Olson will work on the modifications. We clearly won't be opening for some time now, but our prospects, thanks to you guys, have certainly improved."
We were all happy for John and Beth, but it looks like our summer jobs are gone. John saw the concern on our faces and said, "Hey, don't get so down. Let's meet tonight, I'll spring for a nice dinner and we'll talk. How about Tony's downtown about 7? Okay?"
It was only 9:15 AM so we had all day to kill. Cindy said, "Let's go to the Honeymoon Motel again."
We left Effy's GT6 in the parking lot while Cindy drove us in her Rambler. Nancy was working the desk. She looked up and saw the new Cindy. Her jaw dropped. She hardly looked like the old frumpy Cindy. She hadn't seen the new beautiful Cindy.
"Oh, God, Cindy. Okay, you've convinced me. I guess I'm now bi. I'm getting wet just looking at you two ladies. You two are stunning, wow. Can we all fool around today? I get off at 11. Here's the key to the same room as last time. I'll join you in half an hour. Today I need pussy."
We walked down the length of the motel to the corner room doing our best imitation of Dorothy, the Cowardly Lion and the Scarecrow. Fun day despite losing our jobs.
We walked in and got naked right away. I realized I had been dressed for labor and hadn't bothered to shower. I needed to shower before we got frisky. "I need a shower first," I said walking into the bathroom. Cindy drug Effy in with us.
Cindy shyly held her head down and said, "Eff, I want to try watersports one more time."
Effy nodded. Cindy continued, "We need to shower anyway and we are in this bathroom built for peeing on the floor, so Tom and I are going to play a little. Wanna Join us?"
"I don't know. What do I do?" Eff said,
I said, "I'll go first. The floor is a little cold, so let's turn on those heat lamps." Yep, this place was made for this. The floor heated up nicely. I laid on the tile floor and Cindy stood over me at my waist level.
"Where do you want it, lover?" Cindy asked with a huge smile. I looked up at Cindy thinking how much she looked and sounded like Donna Dixon, the woman in the donut shop in 'Wayne's World.' This beauty is going to piss on me in front of my sister. Looking up at her I not only popped a boner, but I dang near came.
"Start at my chest and go up, okay"
Cindy assumed her familiar pissing position, slumped shoulders, bent over looking at her twat held open by the fingers on both hands, knees bent. "Okay, honey, here it comes."
Effy stood by me as Cindy readied herself. Eff looked at me and saw my cock at full staff. "Oh, Babe, you love this, don't you?"
"Yeah, I love the way she concentrates, the way she aims with her hips and the way her butt tightens and relaxes during peeing."
Cindy moaned as she began to piss on me. I love that feeling of her hot pee hitting me. Her stream rose on my body and got to my chin. I said, "Yeah, hon, give it to me."
She peed a little right in my mouth. Effy slapped her hand over her face in disbelief. I swallowed a few drops. Cindy could piss no more and just giggled.
I was thinking, 'what will Effy do?' The answer came quickly as Eff said, "Okay, that looks fun. Want me to pee on you, brother?"
"Sure. Just stand over me and piss. Try not to hit my eyes."
"Effy looked at Cindy questioningly."
"Do it, Eff. Let it fly. I want to see you pee myself. No, wait, I want some. I'll lay down next to Tom and you can pee on both of us."
