Knowledge is key, in any given situation, minus the time overhead of figuring shit out, knowing trumps almost all advantages. But knowing is the same as certainty, and that is one thing I have always been certain doesn't exist. Irrefutable evidence probably has been discovered somewhere, someplace and sometime, I have yet to witnessed it in relation to women. Overwhelmingly stubborn, moods as shifting as the winds and communication which belighs the meaning of the word, makes certainty never an absolute, especially when attributed to women. Maybe that maelstrom of illogic, abstract reasoning and fickleness makes them so appealing. I just wish I was certain in my knowing, and not being drawn by my personal whims and desires.
Spending the night in my sisters bed, scratch that, waking up to the beautiful sight of a tousseled haired brunette curled up on my chest. Leg wrapped round me, one hand still lightly holding onto my dick is still one of the most hottest sights I've ever experienced, the fact that she was my sister burned the experience even warmer.
The obvious reaction was boiling to the front, my morning wood greeted the day, and I was rock hard. My body kicked into overdrive, filling my bloodstream with a potent cocktail of lustful desire. But what most people forget, morning wood isn't about arousal alone, it's the auto mechanism shouting, bladder full empty me. So, which should I choose, satisfy my brain or follow my bodies demands to clear toxins. Fuck, I've never been good at following instructions.
Thinking I'd actually get some help with my morning wood, was competing with my desire to pee. For a moment I considered just free firing my pee onto Maria's compulent form, but quickly decided against it. I'll mark my territory in the fullness of time, but for now, extradition and urination. Using my legs to shift hers, I gently tried to remove her hand from my penis, but she suddenly gripped it tight. I won't lie, it felt amazing, and the longer she held it, the firmer her grip, the more aroused I became.
This was dangerous, I'm close to pissing the bed, I'm close to fainting from the intensity of the pleasure, and in my neathers, a build up of pressure was at an all time high. Two fronts raged at one another cum and urine, and moving her hand now seemed to be a mistake, any friction would tip the balance in the conflict, and her vice like grip was almost the only factor in holding my pee in.
Trying to calm down using breathing exercises, I rotated toward her, facing her and gently tried to remove her hand. It was strange working against my own desires, and a part of me told me to let go and that she kind of deserved to be soaked in cum and piss, should probably spit on her too. Confused by my own thought patterns, where the hell did these ideas keep intruding from? It was no good, I was past the point of no return, all I can manage now is damage control. She finally slackened her grip, cum shot forth, and just as I was relieved of the lessening of my build up, I lost control, as if my prostrate had been prodded by a hot poker I lost the ability to hold back and a burst of urine fired forth. Impossibly I managed to stop more coming out, but the damage was done, poor Maria had been soaked, in a mixture of piss and sperm. I made my way to the bathroom, too little, too late. I heard Maria's shocked voice exclaiming "ugh, you pissed on me".
While in the bathroom, I listened to Maria leave her room and head downstairs. I quickly went into her room to inspect the damage, luckily the bedding all seemed dry enough, I stripped the bedding regardless and bundled up the sheeting and covers, ready to do some laundry.
I sighed deeply, and after muttering "fuck" a few times, and contextually it was shit. I decided to bite the bullet and head downstairs and face the music.
Tentatively I made my way to the living room, which is connected to a long galley kitchen to a ground floor bathroom. Mentally prepping myself for the showdown. Maria I could hear was still in the bathroom, I decided it might be worth getting some Intel on her deposition. The bathroom door had two 'minor' defects, a tiny pin hole in the paneling, only I seemed to have discovered, and a much larger hole where the handle used to be. I had yet to replace it, the mechanism didn't seem to do very well with the massive humidity the large walk in shower produced. Peaking through each of the two gaps I got my first real view of Maria naked.
Not a perfect full picture, but I could see enough of her to confirm three things, one she had one great body, like awesome. Her tits were definitely somewhere is the C range, great gripable handfuls, and mouthfuls for that, two she didn't look fuming mad, three... She was clearly masterbating. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub placed in one corner, she was using a towel to rub her nether, as I repositioned, I could make out her slightly opened mouth, head titled back, eyes glazed over, as if she was digging deep into imagination or memory.
OK, so that really turned me on, even after blasting my load not 1 hour ago, my dick had awoken up like the Great Sarlacc. I returned to the living room.
Logic, she's turned on, so she took care of herself. But it doesn't mean she isn't pissed at me, after all, I had literally just pissed on her.
Maria walked out of the bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel, body drapped in a bathrobe. Knowing her naked form was beneath it, made me wish I could just rip it off her and go munchie on her vagina. Since I've yet to have breakfast, may as well have one of my five a day on her peach, two of five, have some melon too.
As she entered the room, looked at me, and asked, "what we eating, I'm starving". Taken aback expecting anything from a tirade to a angry glare, not, well nonchalant. So, I guess we are still doing the, acting normal / nothing happened routine. A reprieve, that works for me, although, knowing my sisters that could just mean she could be holding back for later.
I shrugged and commented on that it was closer to lunch then any breakfast, and asked for her input. I casually walked over to a sofa and planted, strategically out of her line of sight, so that I could freely check her out. Her legs looked pretty good, shapely, her ass was like a peach, sheathed in nothing more than a over engineered towel. Oh how I desperately desired to slam her against a wall, kiss her deeply and explore her feminine form under those damned robes.
I hear her mutter something about wouldn't mind having some meat, but out loud she suggested Pizza, we agreed a type and I pulled out my phone. Under the guise of ordering I took the opportunity to take some picks of her ass, and as she turned a decent shot of her cleaverage. She pulled the towel from her hair, and her robe 'accidentally' slipped open slightly I snapped away as she was distracted, as she dryed her hair she lightly spread her legs, so I kneeled quickly to grab a few of her honeypot.
I silently returned to my seat and ordered the pizza, gave Maria an eta for the delivery and excused myself saying I needed to handle something. She gave me an annoyed look, but never said anything as I returned to her room, mine still being loaned out. Jumping onto the top bunk, I tugged off my shorts and went to town on my dick. Almost abusive in my administration, I kept replaying the scene I witnessed in the bathroom, referring to my captured images of sweet Maria's assets. I really wanted to get past the post, but was heard a car pull up outside. Annoyed I caged the serpent, and headed off Maria before the food delivery guy could get an eyeful of her barely clad form, I'm not the sharing type.
On my way back to the living / dining room, I saw Maria making herself comfortable in the front room, the coffee table already adorened with drinks, glasses and a couple of plates. I positioned the pizza and sat down next to her, she was still in her robe. As I began serving us and pouring drinks, Maria spooled up something to watch, she played Game of Thrones, I looked at her quizzically, she shrugged and said she had decided to rewatch the series. I wasn't really surprised, she was a huge fan and slept with a copy of A Song of Ice and Fire next to her bed.
