Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep6

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 cout 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 sstrange 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."

too," Lexi said. They looked at each other, the truth dawning on them both at the stime.

"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 t-- and a

massive arc of urine shot out into the nearby fire pit. At least | missed the tents, James thought with relief.

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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 t(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, | 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."

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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, | think | want to... oh SHIT!" Molly suddenly jumped. James was still touching her thighs

and he felt another wave of warm wetness soak the denim.

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"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."