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In a small apartment on the other side of town, Avery Childs was pissing
on his sister.
Avery was twenty-five; his sister Lisa, seventeen. She was a sweet-faced
and beautifully developed girl with long lustrous black hair. At the moment she
was lying fully dressed on the floor of their bathroom and crying, as her
brother loosed a strong, odorous and seemingly unending stream of urine up and
down her body, soaking her dress and her skin. But she knew better than to try
to move away from the yellow jet. Having saturated every inch of her body, Avery
now carefully aimed his penis to send the flow of piss directly onto her face.
She closed her eyes tightly, the tears sqeezing out from beneath them, but kept
her head still as her face and hair received the noxious liquid. She heard Avery
chortle.
"Open your mouth, Sis," he commanded. "Wide."
She obeyed. Helplessly, she opened her lovely mouth as far as she could.
Gasping, choking noises mingled with her sobs as he poured the rest of his
prodigious stream of urine straight into her throat. She swallowed as much of it
as she could, knowing that was what he wanted, but most of it flowed out of her
mouth and down her cheeks and chin.
When he finally finished, Avery zipped himself up and left the bathroom.
She heard the door click as he locked her in. Still sobbing, she slowly sat up
in the midst of the slimy puddle on the floor. She knew what she had to do now.
Clean up the bathroom. Wash her soiled clothes. Then take a shower, wash out her
hair, get herself all cleaned up. A friend of Avery's was coming over tonight,
and Avery was going to make her ball him. Or do whatever else he wanted her to
do.
