Thirsty (Golden Flow Book 1)

  Contents

  Thirsty

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Continue Reading

  Copyright

  Thirsty

  Golden Flow 1

  Carrie Breeze

  Other works by Carrie

  P CLUB

  Got Jacked

  Pork

  Big Bad Stepbrother

  Stepbrother Lover

  Chapter 1

  The first time I saw my stepbrother pee it was by accident. It was at grandpa and grandma’s cottage on Pleasant Lake, at the family reunion last June. A ton of relatives were there so, I guess the bathroom was kind of busy. I was helping out in the kitchen - cleaning off the plates just after a huge lunch, scraping the scraps into the trash can. After I finished, the can was darn near spilling over. So, I decided to run the bag out to the garbage cans way out back behind the garage.

  The back yard was big and some of my relatives had a game of touch football going. The garage sat way beyond where they played - along the remote dirt road that winds past the property. Turning the corner of the garage, walking behind it, out of view from everyone, I was about to drop the bag into one of the cans when I stopped… and slowly and quietly set the bag on the ground. I had heard a sound like that of rushing water coming from around the next corner. Was it a garden hose or something?

  The side of the garage from which the sound came was concealed from the back yard by shrubs and brush. Was someone back there? I walked closer but then stopped when I saw the arc of a golden stream of pee. I calmed my breathing so as not to give myself away. Only the pee was visible to me at that point. I had to see who it was. I crept silently along the side of the garage - inching closer to the corner. Who ever it was, his penis came into view. It was long and thick and gorgeous. Pee was shooting out of its wide head with great force. He must have been holding it for hours.

  My pussy, for some unexplainable reason, started tingling. I reached down and pressed my fingers into my crotch. It started getting warm down there. I had to take a chance at being discovered. I had to know who this mystery peeing man was. With my head at the very corner, I silently inched out one eye. OMG, it was Carl, my stepbrother. He did not see me because of his intense concentration on his peeing. Seeing that only heightened my excitement. His cock was poking through the zipper of his jeans. He held it loosely in his right hand.

  A strange desire came over me? What would it be like to taste Carl’s pee? I imagined myself kneeling before him as he peed into my open mouth. The thought made me blush and feel warm all over. My panties started getting wet.

  Carl finally finished, put his cock back into his jeans, zipped up, turned and rejoined the football game. He never knew I’d seen him.

  I returned to the house - fielding questions from my cousins about what took me so long. “Got roped into a game,” I lied.

  That was three months ago. I’m back at college, now. I’ve fantasized about the incident almost every day. I can’t explain how my new pee fetish developed. I just like to lie in bed late at night, get out my vibrator and fantasize about Carl and his big beautiful cock peeing all over me.

  Carl and I go to the same college. He’s a senior and I’m a sophomore. We both live at home to save money. No matter how much I’ve desired it, though, I haven’t been able to see him pee since that day at the family reunion.

  It’s the first day of class of the fall semester and I’m in the bathroom applying my face.

  Knock on the bathroom door, it’s Carl, “Heather, will you be long? I have to go really bad.”

  Can’t believe my luck. This is the golden opportunity I’ve been waiting for. Have to play this right, though. Don’t want him to think I’m some kind of freak.

  “Come in, Carl. I’m almost done,” leaning over the sink, applying mascara. Through the mirror I see him rush in behind me. He’s got on a t-shirt and athletic shorts. Hair is a mess - evidently, just got up.

  “Sorry, sis. Look the other way,it’s an emergency,” lifting the toilet seat, he pulls down the front of his shorts and that gorgeous cock, hard from needing to pee all night, pops out. I’m watching at an angle through the mirror while pretending to apply makeup.

  He is so hard he has to manually force his cock down so that his pee won’t miss the toilet. He lets go and the sound is like Niagara Falls. I am so turned on. The air is hot and sticky from my recent shower. The odor of his pee fills the room - salty and bitter. I’m standing in my bathrobe - nothing underneath. I want to rub my pussy in the worst way. But I don’t want to give myself away to Carl. Like back at the family reunion, he’s concentrating heavily on his pee. Continuing to watch through the mirror, I press my mound up against the edge of the sink and subtly rub my aching clit into it. He has so much pee inside he seems to go on forever. I take a chance and slip my left hand down inside my robe and work my fingers into my pussy. He is so hot. His cock is way bigger than when I saw it before. So fucking gorgeous. Again, I imagine him pissing all over me and into my mouth. I’m going to cum. My hips are squirming. A tiny moan escapes my lips. My mascara pencil slits. My legs are quivering. Don’t know if my jelly knees will hold me.

  “Ohhh, god,” shit, Carl heard that. He turns his head - finishing up, putting his cock away, flushing.

  “What the hell, sis?” He sees where my left hand was - not pulling it out in time. “You,re blushing, your makeup’s all smeared….You’ve been getting off watching me. Are you sick?”

  “Wait, Carl. Let me explain,” following him out of the bathroom.

  “I don’t know what just happened, frankly, I don’t want to know. Let’s just forget this. I got to get to class,” going into his room and shutting the door.

  Now I’ve done it. I’ve blown it.

  Chapter 2

  That evening at the supper table we don’t say much. I feel the tension between Carl and me. Mom and dad are oblivious - asking questions about how our first day back at college went, things like that. So, after we get done eating and the dishes are all washed and dried and put away. I go up and knock on Carl’s door.

  “Can we talk about what happened this morning? It’s been bothering me all day.”

  “Sure, sis. I think we need to… for your sake,” he says, leaning against the door jamb, folding his strong arms across his college sweatshirt. “Do you know how wrong it is to lust over your brother’s cock?”

  “Technically, you’re my stepbrother,” biting my lower lip and looking demurely into his soft brown eyes. “We’re not really related.”

  “That’s beside the point. We’re members of the same household. And, furthermore, how sick is it to lust over my cock while I’m pissing? Jeeze, Heather, what’s gotten into you?”

  “Well, I really don’t know myself. It kind of… just happened last summer.”

  “What are you talking about? I’m not quite following.”

  “At the family reunion I saw you peeing out by the garage. It triggered a desire in me…. Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to see my body.”

  “You have a great body. I’ll give you that. What guy in his right mind wouldn’t,” eying me up and down.

  “Can I ask you something?” I reach over and lightly touch his forearm.

  “Sure, sis.”

  “Do you masturbate?” I look down at his jeans and notice that he’s starting to get a stiffy.

  “Of course I do. All normal guys do.”

  “What do you think about when you do it? Have you ever thought about me? Don’t lie. I’ve seen you look at me sometimes… like you’re doing right now… undressing me with your eyes.”

  “Are you crazy? He scoffs.

  “Come on,
Carl, stop the self-righteous act,” nudging up closer to him, licking my lips. “Let’s make a deal - just a one-time thing to get this out of our systems. If you let me watch you pee, I’ll let you see my boobs. What do you say?” pressing my left boobie against his big strong bicep. He looks into my eyes with the kind of look you get when shopping for things you can’t afford but really want.

  “We better not,” clearing his throat and flashing a rye smile. I pout.

  Foot steps at the bottom of the stairs coming up - mom or dad.

  “I’ve got some home work to do,” walking into his room and closing the door.

  I return to my room. The homework can wait. I get out my vibrator and start scheming of ways to get him to change his mind.

  Later that night, after mom and dad had gone to bed, I hear heavy footsteps slowly go past my door - Carl. He’s going to the bathroom! In my panties and a cut-off t-shirt, I rush out and race him to the bathroom, giggling. Blocking the doorway, I can see the outline of his bulging cock through his shorts.

  “You must have a full bladder. Gotta go bad?” Caressing my bra-less left breast through my shirt.

  “Come on, sis, no more games,” whispering, a somewhat look of pain and desperation on his handsome face. “I can’t hold it. Let me through.”

  “Oooh, gonna do a little dance for me. I think seeing you piss your shorts would be an even bigger turn on.”

  “Okay, you can watch, just let me in.”

  “Yeaaaa!” Grabbing his hand and pulling him in, over to the toilet. He drops his shorts to his knees and his semi-hard cock flops out, releasing a torrent of beautiful golden piss.

  “Ahhhhh,” he moans, spasms of pleasure coursing through his body. “That feels better than sex.”

  “See, that’s what I’ve been trying to say.”

  I’m instantly turned on - raising my mini t-shirt up over my C-cup boobs. My nipples are hard as erasure tips. As I tease and fondle them, Carl looks over and drools. His cock goes full rock hard, making some of his piss over-shoot the bowl. How hot is that?!! Shivers of delight shoot through my crotch and legs. He immediately corrects his aim - directing his high pressure stream back into the center of the bowl where white suds and bubbles are building up. This is a new thrill I hadn’t known about. In the worst way, I want to reach down, scoop up a handful of that foam and lather up my face with it. I breath deeply, inhaling the rich earthy odor of his pee. I’m getting woozy with bliss.

  “Sis, you got great tits,” his bulging brown eyes all over them.

  “Want to feel my boobies, Carl?”

  “Oh,man, I know how wrong this is… but they look so delicious, I can’t help myself. Don’t you dare breath a word about this to mom or dad.”

  “I may be blond but I’m not stupid. Here, let me take over for you. I’ll hold your cock and you can get both hands on me.”

  I scoot up beside him, sort of sideways, reach down and wrap my fist around his thick hard penis. I’m in heaven. His rod is so hot. I can feel his piss rushing through it. He grabs both of my boobs, squeezing the hell out of them. Leaning down, he takes turns sucking each of my hard nipples, swirling his tongue around them and nipping at them with his teeth. I tilt my head back in ecstasy, never having experience such pleasure before in my life.

  “Ohhh, God. Hold me, Carl. I think I’m going to come or pee or both.” My legs are wobbly as my pussy tightens and spasms. His cock is still releasing a flood of pee. I’m more or less holding on to it for support - my hips squirming and gyrating. He wraps his left arm around my waist while continuing to feast on my breasts.

  “Oh God, Oh God….”

  “Shhh,” Carl says around my right nipple, “You’ll wake mom and dad.”

  “Oh God….” A gusher of pee sprays out of me, soaking my legs, my bare feet, Carl’s bare feet and the tiled bathroom floor.

  As he finally finishes up, I squeeze out the final drops from his lizard and then collapse into his arms, panting and giggling.

  “You made quite a mess, sis,” smiling delightfully.

  “You made me do it, dear,” smiling back and pecking him playfully on the lips.

  “We better get it cleaned up before we’re discovered,” grabbing a towel and drying my legs. “This was fun, but we need to talk about it tomorrow.”

  “That sounds like you’re okay with what we just did… you enjoyed it as much as I did,” getting another towel and helping clean the floor.

  “I did, and I want more. But, I think we need to proceed cautiously,” rinsing out the towels in the tub, ringing them out and hanging them to dry.

  “Okay, until tomorrow,” kissing him good night and returning to my bedroom.

  Chapter 3

  Early next morning, around the dawn, before anyone’s up. I creep into Carl’s bedroom and silently close the door. The whole room is filled with that sweet-stale smell of sleep that is so intoxicating. He’s still asleep - lying sprawled out on his back in his shorts and a t-shirt. I’m in my skimpy sawed-off tee and panties. I tip-toe over to him. Through his shorts, I see he has one of those classic morning pee hardons that I’ve heard so much talk about from my friends who sleep with their boyfriends. I climb into bed beside him and carefully pull out his cock. He’s still sleeping, unaware that I’m here.

  He feels so warm and solid I my hand, I can’t resist going down on him. Having only done this to a couple boys, I’m a little inexperienced but, it’s like eating your favorite food, right? Just snarf it down. And, that’s what I do - go for the whole enchilada. Mmm, he tastes good - sweaty and musky smelling. I love the unshowered taste of cock in the morning. I try to swallow him all the way, down to his balls… almost there, I gag and pull up, coughing.

  “What the hell… sis,” Carl wakes, looking down at me in total shock. “What the fuck, sis?”

  “Surprise,” smiling, holding his cock straight up in the air like a flagpole. “You have to pee, don’t you Carl?”

  “I thought we were going to talk about this, Heather.”

  “That’s what I’m here for. I figure, if we keep it discreet - my embarrassing little fetish and your lust for my body - we got nothing to get all uptight about,” stroking his shaft.

  “Ohhh, sis, you got soft hands. Okay, but we just can’t let it get out of control. We can’t become like, boyfriend and girlfriend.”

  “We don’t have to. This’ll be just like our secret hobby. We’ll be like fuck buddies with no relationship commitment. How’s that sound?” I squeeze the base of his cock with all my strength. His head turns purple and nearly doubles in size. “OMG, look at you!”

  “Okay, but on a trial basis. Let’s try it for a week. I got to piss. Come on,” grabbing my hand, we tip-toe-run out of his room and down to the bathroom and carefully close the door.

  Inside I pull off my tee and step out of my panties. Carl’s eyes pop at the sight of my bare pussy.

  “I want to try something new,” pulling off his shorts and leading him by his hard cock over to the bathtub.

  “Hurry, I’m about ready to burst.”

  “I want you to pee into my mouth,” stepping into the bathtub.

  “What? Are you out of your freaking mind, sis? You’ll get sick.”

  “Know I won’t. I’ve researched this. It’s sterile when it comes out of you. It’s only when pee sits around that it gets nasty. And, you don’t have any diseases… do you?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Then, big brother,” kneeling down in the tub. “Hit me with that water cannon of yours,” opening my mouth, tilting my head back, closing my eyes and stretching out my lower jaw toward his waiting cock.

  A hot jet of pee hits the roof of my mouth, filling my mouth with the warm sweet sour liquid. I resist swallowing, letting his piss spill out over my lips and down my chin. I feel like a human urinal - so low but so turned on. I reach down and play with my clit, getting more excited as he continues to pee in one long unending stream. He continues to shoot into my mouth, the pe
e flowing out and down my boobs and belly and to my pussy. I open my eyes and look up at Carl. He’s as turned on as I am, his cock still stiff.

  I move closer and take his cock into my mouth as he’s peeing - giving him a pee blow job. Can’t hold back any more - I swallow his pee - like warm green tea going down my throat. I can’t believe I have his pee inside of me. I’m tingling all over. He releases his cock and I wrap my other hand around it, stroking him as I blow him. He moans, burying his fingers into my blond hair. He pumps my head, thrusting into me. I feel his pee stream lessen and his cock begin to throb. OMG. Carl’s going to come in my mouth. This makes me quiver and squirm. I’m rubbing my clit in furious circles. I want us both to come together.

  “Oh, God,” my pussy tightens and spasms shoot through my muscles.

  “Oh, fuck, yeah,” Carl shoots a load of gooey salty cum into my mouth. His cock spasms four or five times giving me a mouthful of his precious seed. I swish it around, gargle, then swallow.

  “God, that’s a rush,” shaking my whole body with perverse pleasure. “Pee with a cum chaser.”

  “Now that’s an energy drink you won’t find in the store’s”

  “And I’m gonna want one every day,” licking the excess cum from my lips and smiling.

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  God, I love Carl’s ride. The way it growls and rumbles and you feel its motor humming all through your body.

  We pull up outside Humbert Hall just in time for my English Lit class. My best friend, Janine, is waiting there on the curb. She sees us and waves.

  “See you tonight, Carl,” I get out, slamming the door.

  “Have a good day, sis. Hey, Janine. Looking good,” smiling and waving before zooming off to his class.

  “Hi, Carl,” she smiles back with dreamy eyes.

  “Look at you, melting all over my stepbrother.”