Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“God, Alexis, why do you have to be this way?” Austin said. It wasn’t a jab, he seemed legitimately hurt. Still, Lexi couldn’t let it slip past.

“Lexi,” she growled, “I keep telling you my name is Lexi. Why doesn’t anyone listen?”

“Because it’s not your name,” Austin said, he jogged up so he could walk side-by-side with his sister. “I don’t know why you insist on everyone calling you that, anyway.”

“Why not?” Lexi asked. Her ankle was throbbing. She told it to stop.

“I don’t know,” Austin said, “Lexi sounds like — I mean it’s kind of a bitch name. I don’t mean you’re a bitch, just that the name is… I guess that’s kind of my point?”

Lexi almost stopped in her tracks. She wanted to yell at her brother for being so rude. Insensitive. Yet what he said had sounded so authentic and from the heart. Like he actually, possibly cared what she thought. Cared about her.

Honestly, Lexi didn’t know why she wanted to be called that. Alexis just seemed like someone else. Alexis had the high school friends, the high school boyfriend, and the unassailable future. Lexi was an adult with adult problems and adult fears. She was different. Mature and strong. Unable to be hurt by stupid things like feelings.

OK, maybe Lexi could see what her brother was getting at.

Lexi stopped walking. They’d come to a small clearing, overlooking where the waterfall cascaded into the lake below. Wow. They’d gotten way higher than she’d realized. The view was simply amazing.

The tall brunette rested back against a tree and pulled out her water bottle. She took a deep swig. Felt the sweat dripping over her everywhere. Her ankle still hurt. She couldn’t even put weight on it now without feeling a sharp, biting pain. She tried to roll her foot around. Snap it back to normal.

Austin pulled up next to her, panting. He found another tree behind her, leaned against it, and drank his own water.

“Look, sis, I’m sorry about before,” Austin said.

“A sorry sack of shit, you mean,” Lexi said. The response came out before she could even think about it. Austin’s eyes went wide. He stood up abruptly, stomped off to a further tree, and faced the opposite way.

Lexi sighed. She was supposed to be fixing this relationship, not making it worse! At this rate, she might as well plan on living on the trail. Lexi grunted unhappily and reached down to her bag. She felt a new pain right below her stomach.

Lexi realized she had to pee. Really badly. Like, right that second. It was as if she’d downed a Big Gulp, seen a four-hour movie, chugged six beers, then gone straight to sleep for twelve hours and was now waking up to this. It was beyond having to go or even needing to go. It was an almost indescribable requirement and demanding as fuck.

Lexi tried to put her foot down. To start walking, running, back down the hill to the bathrooms. Her ankle screamed. Lexi gasped in agony. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Lexi looked around frantically. They were in the middle of nowhere. She couldn’t pee there in the forest right in front of her brother! Except, her body was quite insistent that she had to do exactly that, right there and then, no matter how much her mind might protest.

God, it really felt like it was going to gush out of her any second. Her bladder was overfull, like a urine-filled balloon about to pop. Even her kidneys ached. What the everloving fuck?

Then, on some strange instinct, Lexi looked over at her brother. Austin was still leaning back against the tree. His face was practically purple. Cinched in pain. His hand squeezed his crotch. Physically holding it in.

“Gotta pee?” Lexi asked, trying to sound casual.

“Really, really badly,” Austin said, his voice as pinched as his face, “Like all of a sudden.”

“Me too,” Lexi said. They looked at each other, the truth dawning on them both at the same time.

“Fucking Mom and her fucking pills!”

*

Molly fought her way out of her father’s grip and started racing toward the bathrooms. James watched her, confused, as she went. Suddenly he felt it: a pain in his groin like he had to piss six gallons and he’d been holding it for twelve days.

Instinctively, his hand shot down to hold his dick. He shifted back and forth on his hips. James laughed at himself — over 40 years old and here he was doing the pee-pee dance.

“Oh fuck!” James heard his wife shout. He looked over to where Christine was sitting at the picnic table. Even from where he was standing by the tents, he could see her blue eyes wide open in shock.

“Got to pee?” he called over.

“Yes, how did you…” Christine stopped. “The pills!”

The skinny blonde mom practically fell backward off the bench. James felt the piss rising up his penis whether he wanted it to or not. He looked over to where Molly had raced off. He didn’t think he could make it to the bathrooms in time.

James looked back at Christine. She was on her back on the grass, shucking off her jeans and panties like they were on fire. Well, fuck, if she could do it, so could he. James started towards the bushes and realized even that was already too far.

He turned and quickly ripped his penis out of his fly — just in time — and a massive arc of urine shot out into the nearby fire pit. At least I missed the tents, James thought with relief.

James looked over and saw Christine squatting behind the picnic table, urine gushing onto the ground. Neither of them had picked the best place to piss, but there could have been worse consequences, James supposed. Not for the first time (or the last) James said a little prayer thanking God for how secluded this campground was.

It seemed to take forever, but James’ stream of urine finally subsided. The rocks of the fire pit were dripping like they’d suffered a torrential and very specifically located rainstorm. James chuckled to himself. He felt way better, almost like a after-sex satisfaction. He had a little post pee shiver, and then tucked himself back in.

James looked over at his wife squatting over by the wood table. Somehow, she was still going. Her face looked a little pained and it reminded James a bit of when his wife orgasmed. But he knew that wasn’t the case. Something about watching her piss though — her bare snatch covered in downy blonde pubes and out in the open air for anyone to see — it kind of turned him on.

“Oh, fucking hell!” Molly shouted. James quickly turned his attention from his wife to his daughter. Without thinking, he jogged down to the road that lead to the bathrooms. It wasn’t paved — just pale, sandy dirt made hard by cars driving over it again and again. Trees lined the far edge, surrounding the campground in forest.

James found Molly a few yards down, lying on her back. She hadn’t gotten far. He saw her face was red and her cheeks were stained with tears.

“Daddy, I wet myself,” Molly said. She didn’t use her little girl voice, but James heard it anyway. To his shock, as his daughter said it, he felt himself get a little hard. OK, something was definitely not right with him.

He looked down at Molly and saw that, sure enough, the crotch of her pants was dark with urine. Both legs were soaked almost to the knees as well. Jeez, the poor girl hadn’t just peed, she’d gone full fire hose.

“What’s wrong?” Christine called out. She started to walk over.

“Daddy, please,” Molly said, “It’s already bad enough. Don’t let Mom see, OK? God, I’m so embarrassed.”

James really felt for his youngest daughter in that moment. It wasn’t like he’d been far off from doing the same thing.

“It’s OK, Chrissie,” he called back, “I’ve got it. Molly’s fine.”

Molly looked up at her Dad and smiled warmly. Her protector.

“We should get you out of these,” he said. He reached down to help his baby girl pull down her pants.

“I have clean ones back in my tent,” Molly said.

“You think you can walk over there?” James asked.

“These are pretty gross, I think I want to… oh SHIT!” Molly suddenly jumped. James was still touching her thighs and he felt another wave of warm wetness soak the denim.

“Again?” James asked, but suddenly he didn’t have to question it. The urge to piss overcame him, almost worse than before. This time he didn’t even bother with the fly. James ripped his pants right down to his shoes, underwear and all, and let fly.

This second stream was somehow even stronger. It fired like a rifle over the trail and into the nearby bushes. James looked back at his wife over by the campsite. She was squatting again, too.

The back of his mind registered that he was standing in the middle of what was supposed to be a road, his pants around his ankles and his dick hanging out, right in front of his youngest daughter. That Molly might be seeing her Daddy’s dick — it was a worry, but one James couldn’t spend time on. The biological demands were too great.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“What is wrong with us?” James asked, daring to look down at his daughter. She was still pissing, writhing on the ground. He felt bad for her, honestly.

“It’s Mom’s pills,” Molly said, groaning, “It has to be.”