After giving myself a little time to bask in the glory of what had happened the night before, I cleaned up my bed, removed the pillowcase and my boxers, and took them down the hall to start the laundry. Apparently, Jess did the same thing before I did, as the panties she wore the night before were sitting under a damp towel in the laundry basket. I took a quick look around to see if anyone was around and if it was safe. I pulled them up to my nose, inhaling her dirty, used panties. I actually got lightheaded from the pure injection of ecstasy that hit my nose.
In a trance, I walked down the stairs to see my aunt and my mom making a nice breakfast that we were going to eat out on the porch. Everyone was up already.
“Good afternoon!” My dad said sarcastically.
“The day is half over, sleepyhead!” He added.
For the record, it was 9:15 am; he was just trying to be funny again. Ugh.
My dad and uncle went outside, enjoying their cups of coffee. My mom and aunt were making mimosas, of course, and Jess was making some iced tea.
“What will you be having, cuz?” Jess said.
“Oh, I don’t know; surprise me, but don’t put ice in it; my teeth are sensitive to cold,” I explained.
I didn’t think anything of it and went outside with a plate of pancakes to the porch and sat on the steps close to the dock entrance.
Little did I know my cousin was about to pull a prank on me, but it didn’t go quite as planned. Unbeknownst to me, as everyone was outside, Jess made me a special tea. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear. She poured a half glass of tea into a large glass, then pulled her shorts down and panties aside and filled it the rest of the way with her morning pee.
She made herself a normal glass of iced tea and walked out with them in her hands. She came over to me and handed me the glass. It was actually warm to the touch.
“I made sure it was practically body temperature for you, Mr. Sensitive,” she teased in a funny voice.
“Ha. “Ha, you’re funny,” I sarcastically said.
“Thanks for the drink though, for real; I’m so thirsty,” I added.
With that, I did what I always do with a glass of liquid when I’m thirsty: I basically downed most of the contents of the glass in one go.
She stood there in utter amazement and anticipation with a strange smirk on her face. As if to be waiting for the reaction she was hoping for. But it never came. She stood there confused and then flabbergasted when I said, “Wow, cuz, that tea is so good! Very different, but I love it!”
“Can I have some more?” I added.
Waiting for a response, I looked at her confused face.
“Am I missing something?” I said.
“Ummmm, I’ll have to make you some in a little bit, I guess… I want to drink my tea too.” She said.
“Ok yeah, that’s cool, thanks cuz,” I said.
I continued to eat my pancakes and sipped the rest of that delicious tea, savoring it until I could get more. Little did I know, I had just drunk pee, or piss, my cousin’s golden nectar, and I had absolutely no clue!
After breakfast, Jess started to drink large amounts of tea and water. I didn’t think about it, just figured she was thirsty. I thought to myself, maybe she’s thirsty from yesterday’s meals of my salty cum! I had a shit-eating grin on my face for the next hour or so, thinking about it.
We all were getting some sun. Our dads are playing horseshoes in the side yard. Mom and Aunt Emily were on the dock sunbathing again. I was on the dock looking to see if there were any fish swimming around while thinking about yesterday and last night. Trying not to get a hard-on. Jess seemed visibly uncomfortable and asked if I still wanted tea.
“Yeah!” “I’d love some!” I shouted.
She smiled and ran into the cottage. This time she really had to go because of all that drinking she had been doing to make me another “special” tea.
She said to herself, “See how he likes this glass!” as she laughed out loud. She pulled her shorts down again and pulled her panties aside; she filled the glass 75% full of piss this time and put a splash of actual tea to top it off. She gave a quick stir with a spoon and took it out to me.
“Ok, here you go,” she said.
“If you liked this morning’s tea…” Her sentence hung in the air as she watched me take a sip.
Waiting for me to spit it out in disgust. I simply enjoyed the warm beverage.
“Damn, cuz, this is damn good and unusual tea,” I said.
“Love it!” “You’re the best,” I added.
“Ok, what the fuck?” she thought to herself. “Does he actually like piss?” Isn’t that gross? I’m so confused!
The rest of the day, she kept drinking tea, so when I would ask for another drink, she had enough in the tank to make me my new favorite summer beverage.
Except after the 4th glass, she was just giving me straight piss with a splash of tea for color. The rest of the day, she tried to figure out a plan to tell me what was happening and how much of my daily intake of liquids was from my cousin’s own bladder!
That night, the house was ours and ours alone. Our parents went into town; my little sister was picked up from my grandma to spend the night with her at her other house, like an hour away.
“You guys good here?” my dad asked.
“We will be gone for a few hours at the concert. So you’re left to your own devices. No swimming or going near the water, for that matter, and no drinking!” He added.
“All good here, Uncle Scott,” Jess said to my dad. “I’ll take good care of this young man,” she added.
My head went lightheaded at what that could mean!
“But I can’t promise anything about not drinking though!” she joked.
Well, kind of joked about it. She had her own idea of what drinks were going to be consumed.
“Yeah, yeah, just be good.” “Love you guys, have fun!” they all said, getting into the car.
“Oh, we will,” we both said in unison.
We stood there until the car left the driveway and then ran back down to the cottage and into the kitchen. I went right over to her, trying to get a kiss in. She stopped me. Unexpectedly stopped me.
“Whoa, big boy!” she smirked.
“They just left the driveway. We need to make sure they didn’t forget something and walk back in here.” She explained.
I hated that she was being reasonable and responsible. She was right, though. After about fifteen minutes, the coast was clear, but I was thinking I might need some hydration.
“I am still thirsty; can I get another tea?” I asked.
Jess smiled widely.
“Sure thing, little cousin,” she said enthusiastically.
“Grab your glass,” she added.
I went to the other room and grabbed my glass. When I came back into the kitchen, Jess was standing there with not only no shorts on, but her panties were off too and lying on the counter!
Literally laughing out loud,
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Give me your glass; I’m going to explode here,” she said.
With a very confused look, I handed her the glass, and she immediately put the glass in between her legs a few inches away from her lips, took her other hand, and took her index and middle fingers and spread her pussy with them. Before I could even get a word out, she sighed in relief and let it go. Pissing in the glass until it was filled to the brim.
“What are you doing, Jess!?” I exclaimed.
“Making you your drink. You’ve been drinking all day, you sick little perv!” she teased in the hottest way possible.
“Drink up, baby! This one is all yours,” she said proudly.
This time she didn’t even add real tea. It was straight warm piss. I didn’t know what to do with this giant glass of piss in my hand.
“Don’t get shy with it now that you know the source!” She exclaimed.
“The whole thing was supposed to be a prank, but your dirty little perv ass actually likes it!” She explained.
“Drink up!” she said proudly.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but she was right! If this is really what I’ve been drinking all day, I don’t just like it; I love it! I love my cousins’ piss!
Well then, I say to myself.
“Bottoms up!” I yelled out like I was at a bar.
I put the glass to my lips and gulped down every last drop of her fresh special drink.
“Damn! I hate that I love your piss, Jess!” I said.
With that, she came over to me and kissed me on the lips. Then within a few seconds, her tongue was entangled with mine. Her piss on our shared breath. She stopped suddenly, touching her finger to her lips, wiping off a small dribble of piss that had been coming down my chin and that she licked off during our passionate kiss.
A troubled look upon her face.
“What?” “Is something wrong?” I asked in a concerned tone.
“I…” she stuttered. “I… I think I like it too.”
“Wait, what!?” She continued in a confused tone.
“No way.” I have to try something. She sprang into action, going to the sink; she still had a glass of tea sitting there. She downed it, grabbed my hand, and started dragging me to the bathroom. We burst through the bathroom door, tearing at each other’s clothes. I turned on the shower to get it warm. But she stopped the water instantly.
“Do you have to go!?” In a strange but excited kind of way.
“Do I have to pee?” I asked sheepishly.
“Yes, of course! You’ve been drinking my piss all damn day. Have you gone at all!?” she said with a more direct inflection.
“I have not gone at all now that I think of it,” I said.
“Yes, I do,” I stated as I started to walk towards the toilet; for the second time in two days, she grabbed my arm and dragged me into the shower, pulling off my clothes. She still had no panties on, but she kept her white graphic tee on. She clearly had taken off her bra at some point during the day. Seeing her perky C cups bounce freely was enjoyable for the better part of the day.
She then assumed her now-standard position in front of me, on her knees looking up at me, grabbing my cock with both hands now, stroking it softly this time.
“Do it,” she ordered.
“Shower me,” she continued.
“I want to bathe in your piss; I want to taste your piss directly from the tap,” she said seductively.
Did my cousin just tell me to piss on her? “This is fucking amazing,” I thought to myself.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Degrade my face and hair with your golden piss, little cousin,” she said, now rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
It was harder to do than I expected that first time. Having to go to the bathroom is one thing. Taking a piss on demand is another. It took a few seconds of closing my eyes and imagining I was at a toilet. Come to find out I’m not too distant in the future; I was standing in front of my own personal toilet. (More on that later.)
A small trickle started to escape from the now purple head of my cock. Jess kneeling there in front of me, gently stroking the full length of my 9” cock with both hands. The head was left alone for what was about to happen; the first couple of drops landed on her naked thighs. At that moment, it happened; she actually did it. She moved her head in with her tongue sticking out to receive the forbidden yellow nectar. Her eyes widened as she touched her lips for the first time. Now smiling with her tongue still out, she took both hands and stroked my cock’s tight skin towards her mouth. Oh my god! She was helping it get into her mouth!
She made a sound of blissful cooing while her mouth closed down around the head of my cock. She really was enjoying this! I looked down at this magnificent sight. The slow trickle of pee was filling her mouth full enough that her cheeks started to lightly puff out. That’s when I heard it, the most incredible sound: familiar but different somehow. I heard her swallow that first mouthful with a faint gulp. The flow stopped. Her eyes opened, and her face turned a little.
“Damn! Is it bad!?” I said in a concerned voice.
“Bad!?” she said with some intensity. “It’s fucking unbelievably the most unique thing I’ve ever had in my mouth!” she exclaimed.
“Oh god, I’m glad; I was worried when I saw your face change,” I said.
“My face changed because I’m sad that my drink stopped coming,” she said with a somber tone. “You can’t possibly be done, can you!?”
“Oh god no!” I said with excitement. “I was concerned you didn’t like it.”
“All good, little cuz! Now feed me my new drink!” she demanded.
With that, she resumed her positioning, both hands on my cock and its head fully inside her lips. I pushed on my bladder to resume the flow. This time it came out with some pressure hitting the back of her throat and filled up her mouth much faster than it did before. As it filled past halfway inside her mouth, she opened her mouth just a little more. This caused the sound of her mouth rapidly filling with liquid, like filling a glass at the sink. She went to swallow again, but she let her mouth fill up too much. When her lips closed around the head of my cock, she didn’t have the seal that she thought she did. A good bit of the frothy light yellow liquid spewed from her mouth and landed onto her white T-shirt. The yellow piss appeared to instantly stain her shirt, but neither of us cared. Her tits poked out from her now-wet shirt. Such a sexy view while looking down at her.
The flow from my cock didn’t stop. In fact, it was just starting. Like a dam starting to break, there was no holding back, no stopping the flow. She let her mouth fill once again. This time, she pulled off my cock intentionally. With my mouth full of my piss, my cock continued to stream onto her face. She opened her eyes, looking up at me, piss flowing and splashing all over her face and now soaking her shirt to a see-through state. While we locked eyes, she swallowed and gulped down a full mouthful. She smiled and then started to use my cock like a hose. She grabbed the base with one hand, moving it around to target her desired areas. On the other hand, it was free to rub it into her skin and hair. My god, she was literally taking a golden shower!
She moaned while aiming the piss at her throbbing pussy. The stream locked onto her clit as it rose from the folds of her pussy. She moaned louder, and she leaned back against the piss-filled floor. The plug must not have been in the drain, as we realized we were literally in a pool of piss. She pinned her legs up, spreading her pussy. A more distant view than I’ve seen before the night before. My stream was still locked onto her pussy; she stuck most of her fingers in. In her mouth, sucking off the piss and scooping more off her body while she kept spread, and then she blew my mind! She reached down with her other hand while still sucking the piss off the other, finding a tighter brown hole below. Her fingers rubbed the outside of her asshole. Instantly causing her to moan.
After sliding her middle finger into her ass, she sat back up and started sucking my cock. The flow of piss was still strong!
“Holy shit, dude, you really did drink a ton of piss today!” She said proudly.
The flow began to weaken, and she took that opportunity to suck the rest out of me. Pushing my cock to the back of her throat, she slipped it inside. The still-leaking piss rod was hard as a rock. She sucked with vigor, and her throat bulged while she went after her own asshole with her finger. She came from her fingering, which tightened down her throat muscles on my now-throbbing member. She collapsed backward into the giant pool of piss all while still fingering her hole. The pure sight of it caused me to cum. Shot after shot, full white ropes of cum spewed from my cock, landing all over my 17-year-old cousin.
“Fucking hell, that was hot!” she said while shuddering in the pool of piss. “Let’s take an actual shower so we can get cleaned up.”
I helped her to her feet, legs still unstable. We turned the shower on and made out under what we both now consider to be the second-best hot liquid to spray over our bodies. The water rinsed away our piss sex.
“I’m addicted to you now; I hope you know that.” Jess looked up at me, eyes glistening with a stray shot of cum dripping off her eyelid. I wiped it with my finger and fed it to her.
“You’re my little piss slut now,” I said.
She smiled widely. “Yes, because I am!” she happily replied.
“I’m shot, though, right now; I’m going to go take a nap,” she said.
“Do you want company!?” I asked.
“Not right now, babe,” she replied.
She reached up and gave me another passionate kiss. We split ways outside the bathroom and went into our own rooms.
To be continued…
