Please note: The characters in this story are all 20 years old, or older. This story deals with taboo situations among family members. This chapter also includes some folks peeing. This is part of a five part story.
In the middle of the night, Matt woke up needing to pee. When he rolled over and started crawling towards the tent's door, Angie said,
"Are you going to pee? I need to go, too."
"Ok, come on," said Matt. He grabbed a head lamp as he exited the tent. When he stood up, he realized he had pretty good vision with the full moon.
"It's pretty bright," said Angie as she stood up.
"Yeah, look at the stars," said Matt pointing towards the heavens.
"Beautiful," said Angie.
Matt led them to an area where he had pee'd early.
"This will work," he said.
He was facing Angie. She pulled down her underwear as she squatted. As Matt watched, a stream of urine poured out of her, making a large puddle on the dry ground. The whole process caught Matt off guard with Angie's display.
When she was done, she produced a tissue, wiped herself and stood up.
She looked at him. "I thought you had to pee, too?"
"Um, yeah." Matt turned to pull his dick out and pee away from Angie's view.
"Wait a second," she said. "You just watched me pee. I don't know if that was a curiosity, or a sexual thing for you, but now I'm going to watch you pee."
Matt hesitated.
"I'm not sure I can go if you're watching..."
"Sure you can. You need to pee. You'll go."
Matt tried to clear his mind and think of running water.
With his eyes closed, he pulled out his flaccid dick and pointed it in a safe direction. Nothing happened. Time seemed to drag on, as he dismissed the image of Angie standing there watching him. Water, focus on water, he thought.
After about thirty seconds, a powerful stream of urine started to drain out of him. He started to feel relief.
Then he felt Angie right next to him. He felt her hand on his as he held his dick.
"Let me, please?"
For the second night in a row, Matt let Angie take his dick in her hand. This time, as he pee'd.
Angie giggled as she took hold of Matt's penis, careful not to splash him. She marveled at the feeling of his urine as it passed the penis. She could feel it, like a vibration. She played a little, directing the stream back and forth, up and down.
Matt realized she was like a kid with a toy, giggling and experiencing something new.
When he was done, he took over to squeeze out the last few drops.
"That was fun," said Angie.
"Ok, playtime is over. Back to bed," said Matt.
When they were both back in their sleeping bags, Angie rolled towards Matt and laid her arm across his chest. This jammed his left arm against, and when he tried to move it, Angie lifted her head so he could put it in a more comfortable position. They were soon fast asleep.
By nine o'clock the next morning, they were on their first climbing route. They had chosen an easy route to work the kinks out, and verify their new gear and old gear was all working correctly.
They were nearing the top of the pitch. Angie was leading, and Matt was on belay below her. She had just finished placing an anchor into a crack. She slipped her line through the attached carabiner and moved laterally to an area with good hand and toe holds.
As she shifted her weight, her right toe hold slipped and she fell. When she fell, her climbing shorts caught the edge of a crack, With all her weight being pulled down by gravity, the light cotton fabric gave way, tearing from the cuff at her mid-thigh all the way to her crotch.
Matt saw her go and immediately locked the rope in the GriGri attached to his harness. Matt had enough of a weight advantage that he could manage her short fall.
