Starla's Peepee Emergency

WARNING: This is a story about pee. Pee and incest. This was originally meant to be the ending to my story, Starla's Thighs, but I decided to cut it. I didn't want to ruin that story for readers who don't like surprise pee endings. (It's strange to think that anyone wouldn't like a surprise pee ending, but such readers do seemingly exist.) Instead, I expanded this part a little, and hopefully it will work as a standalone vignette.

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The knocks came ever louder. Brother Steve's voice boomed angrily, "Jack, open the door! I know you've got a girl in there!"

"Hang on! Hang on!" cried Jack, groping frantically on the floor for his boxer shorts.

Meanwhile, his sister Starla kicked her clothes under the bed and scampered nude for the closet, where she hid behind a trench coat.

Jack tugged up his boxers, backwards, and hurried to the door. He unlocked the deadbolt, but left the chain latched. Even as he cracked open the door, Brother Steve continued to pound on it.

"Jeez, Steve, you're going to wake up the entire dorm," Jack said through the opening. "What's the matter?"

Brother Steve pressed his face right up to the crack. A big frowning eye scanned the semidarkness inside Jack's room. Brother Steve was the RA of Gilhooly House, Jack's dormitory. He was called "Brother" because he was a seminary student. But he looked and acted more like a military cadet. He enforced the Jesuit university's rules very strictly, especially the ones about sex. Women were not allowed in the men's dorms after ten o'clock. And sexual activity was not allowed, period.

After seeing all he could see through the narrow crack, Brother Steve demanded, "Where is she?"

"Where's who?" asked Jack, trying to look confused.

"Open the door."

"Christ, Steve, it's—" Jack glanced over at his alarm clock—"it's 4:38 in the morning. I'm sleepy, man. What's the issue?"

"I've had some reports about a female in your room, after hours. Jack, have you been having sexual intercourse?"

Jack forced a laugh, while silently cursing the holy-rolling snitches on his floor. "Sexual intercourse? No sir, I haven't had any of that. I've been celibate for months. I mean, I wish that wasn't the case, but sadly, I'm alone."

"Don't lie to me, Jack. I've had multiple reports about female...noises coming from your room tonight."

"Oh," said Jack. "That."

"Yes," said Steve. "That."

"Well, it's not what you think, Steve. It's a little embarrassing, but I've been watching porn."

"Porn?"

"Yeah, I had a bit too much to drink tonight—off campus, of course—and I came home alone and watched some porn. I must have had the volume too high, due to the alcohol impairing my judgment. Sorry. I didn't realize other people could hear it."

"Do you mind if I come in and have a look?"

"I kind of mind, Steve. I mean, I'm in my underwear, and I'm tired, and I have to write a paper tomorrow and study for a physics exam. I really just want to sleep. Plus, now I'm embarrassed. Trust me, Steve, there are no girls in here."

Steve glared through the crack for a moment longer, and then spoke. "I'm not sure I believe you, Jack. But I'm gonna let you go with a warning this time. If I were you, I'd delete all the porn from my hard drive. Filth like that doesn't belong at an institution like this. This is a house of the Lord."

"Sorry, Steve. I'll do that. And I'll pray for strength to avoid downloading any more porn in the future."

After Steve, mercifully, went away, Starla emerged from the closet, now wearing the trench coat she'd been hiding behind.

"That's Jeff's coat," Jack told her. "I don't wear a trench coat." Jeff was Jack's roommate, who was away for the weekend.

"I've got a problem," Starla said, bouncing up and down on her tiptoes, with a frantic look in her eyes. She clasped both hands over her crotch. "Do you think I could sneak down to the bathroom?"

"Jeez, Starla, the bathroom's at the other end of the hall. And Brother Steve's on high alert, and the whole hall is full of tattlers. I don't think that's a good idea."

"Maybe I could disguise myself. Do you have a hat and a scarf? Maybe a fake mustache?"

"No way. Can't you hold it?"

"The dam's about to burst! The valley's about to flood! The villagers are in mortal peril!" she exclaimed, in a rising sing-song pitch.

"Hang on. Could you pee in a water bottle?"

"A water bottle would be lovely!"

Then Jack remembered that his water bottle was in his backpack in his car, parked about half a mile away. Along with his big Thermos for coffee.

He flipped on the lamp and looked around for a suitable container. All he could find was the teacup on his desk, filled with pens and pencils. He dumped them and offered Starla the cup.

"That's not going to be adequate!" She rocked back and forth, clutching her crotch in desperation. "I could fill ten of those!"

Jack searched Jeff's side of the room. He had a half-empty two-liter of Mountain Dew sitting on his desk.

"Opening's too small!"

Jack glanced up at the window. It was hinged on the bottom and opened out at the top. Maybe if he stood on a chair and had Starla stand on his shoulders, she could somehow get her pussy aimed outside. There wouldn't likely be anyone in the yard down below at this hour...

"Oh my God! I've gottta peepeepeepee peeeeeeeeeee right now!" Starla wailed.

Jack tried to shush her, lest Brother Steve or someone else hear. But he could practically feel her pain. She was gasping like a fish out of water, doubled over in agony.

Suddenly, she tore away her trench coat and hurled it across the room. "Sorry, bro, I've gotta go now!" And she squatted, preparing to piss on the floor.

"No, wait, don't piss on the floor!" Jack urged her. He didn't want the lingering pee scent in the carpet. He didn't want to hear Jeff whine about it, or to have him possibly complain to Brother Steve. "I've got a better idea. I'll go to the bathroom for you."

"What? How?"

Jack threw himself to the carpet, shimmying on his back like an auto mechanic under his sister's squatting naked form. He positioned his face beneath her pussy and opened his mouth.

Starla didn't have time to question any of this. A brief opening trickle quickly turned into a hot hissing gush, spraying in multiple directions at once. Despite Jack's efforts to save the carpet, Starla pissed all over it, and all over his face and hair. Only a fraction of her stream ended up in his mouth. Even so, Jack couldn't swallow fast enough, and much of the pee spilled over his lips, making a swamp of the floor beneath his head.

The shower went on and on, for what felt like minutes. Jack was astonished that his sister's little body could hold so much pee. He was also astonished at how aroused he had become. For one thing, Starla's pee didn't taste bad at all. It was so diluted from all the tequila she'd drunk, that it tasted just like warm water, very slightly salty. And for another thing, this water had been inside his sister's beautiful body, inside her perfect pussy. She was soaking him with hot pussy juices! And that thought made his dick very hard, indeed.

He was disappointed when the stream lost pressure and died down to a trickle. He craned his neck so he could lap the last trembling droplets directly from her cunt. Then he reached up with his hands, taking Starla by the hips, and urged her to sit on his face. He'd drunk, and now he wanted to eat.

Starla obliged, and then some. She lowered her pussy onto Jack's eager mouth, and lowered her mouth onto Jack's engorged cock, swallowing him to the hilt. She gave expert head, working her lips, tongue, and fingers all at once in elaborate polyrhythms, and soon Jack's balls were humming.

He wanted them to cum at the same time. Earlier, he'd triggered Starla to orgasm by gently nudging her asshole with his fingertip, and he thought that trick might work again. Easing a finger into her crack, he traced feathery circles around her tight pucker, constantly switching direction, clockwise and counterclockwise and clockwise again.

Starla, duly agitated, pressed back with her asshole, swallowing Jack's finger to the middle knuckle. Jack was so astonished by this maneuver that he immediately ejaculated, shooting his hot load directly down his sister's throat. As his body spasmed, his finger speared deep into Starla's ass. And Starla, in turn, shuddered and came.

After she'd recovered, Starla rolled off her brother, landing on the carpet with a splash. "Um, we're lying in piss," she said.

"Yeah, said Jack, but it's your piss, so that makes it all good." A moment later, he added, "Still, I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom and take a shower. And a piss. I've really got to go now."

"I want to shower, too. Can I go with you?"

"Nah, sis. I'm afraid you're gonna have to hide out a bit longer. Women aren't allowed to be seen in this building until after ten o'clock."

"That's like another four and a half hours. I'll probably have to pee again before then."

"Well, you know the drill. I'll go to the bathroom for you."

THE END