I'm So Lucky We Moved

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are usually sissies and are fictional, but are based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.

I'm So Lucky We Moved

(Bisexual, Urination, TV)

by Amber Fountaine

I'm the middle child of three, and the only boy. From as far back into my young childhood as I can remember, people talked about how beautiful my older sister Janice was - and I might add, still is. Even today, with three children of her own, she still has the body of a young woman and the glow of middle age that adds to her beauty rather than detracts from it. Joanne and I were often called 'pretty', but from day one, Janice was in a class by herself.

While my younger sister, Joanne, is only a year younger, Janice is older than me by five years. A three-bedroom house suited our family fine until Janice hit her mid-teens and my parents decided the two girls should have rooms of their own. At least that was the reason we were told. I still think my mom was campaigning for a bigger house since her sister, my Aunt Gloria, had just moved into a fancy new home.

For whatever reason, just about the time I was beginning to notice the opposite sex, we moved out of our old two-story home into a ranch style home where my parents bedroom was on the opposite end of the house. That was a huge help when I got older and started listening to rock and roll. However, music isn't what this story is about. It's about the combination of circumstances and how Jack Sumner Clayton became Jacqui Sue Clay.

Janice entered her first beauty contest about the time that I entered elementary school. I wish school had been as easy for me as beauty contests were for my sister. For the next twelve years I struggled to maintain a B average. At the same time, Rachel kept up an A average and won enough ribbons, trophies and tiaras to fill a display case in her room. I have to admit I was jealous.

It wasn't until after we moved and my buddies, whose hormones were also beginning to dominate their thoughts, began to envy me for having a sister like Janice, that I started to see where there might be some advantage to myself in having a beautiful older sister. As a result, I began to take more notice of everything about her, including the way she dressed.

However, it was the chance of seeing Janice undressed that seemed to be the main subject of my friends inquiries. Of the four guys I ran around with the most, Todd, the only one that had a sister, had one that was still in diapers, which is another circumstance of some importance that I'll get to later.

We were in junior high school at the time and it seemed like almost daily I was asked some question about Janice. She had a car to drive and dropped Joanne and me off every morning and almost always, my buddies would be sitting there waiting to catch a glimpse of her. Janice was no dummy. She knew what they were doing and why and would make a point to wave to them, blow them a kiss, or tease them in some way. Then, after she'd driven off and Joanne was out of earshot, they'd begin their questions.

"What color panties is she wearing today?"

"Is the hair on her pussy blond too?"

"Does she wear a nightie or sleep in the nude?"

"Her tits are awesome. How big are her nipples?"

I think you get the picture. I probably should have been insulted or stood up for my sister or something like that. But when you're a new guy in a new school in a new area, you take any acceptance and recognition you can get. So as I basked in the reflected admiration of my big sister, I found myself, more and more often, wishing I could be just like her. As the months went by, those fantasies began to seem more important.

Now here's the part where the move begins to come into play. Our old home had a washer and dryer in a corner of the garage and our dirty clothes were to be put in the bottom of our closets for my mom to find and wash for us. In our new home, my mom had a separate washroom. In addition, Janice, Joanne, and I shared a bathroom that had a huge, built-in laundry hamper. House rules in our new home required that all of our dirty clothes were to be put in the hamper. So at the same time that I'm wishing I could be like Janice, and I'm developing sexually and discovering the joy of playing with my penis, I find myself in constant proximity to feminine clothing. Lucky me, huh?

I started off just talking about Rachel's panties, not sure why I found them fascinating. I'd see a pink pair in the hamper and the next day at school, after Janice dropped me off among my horny little friends, I'd make some remark about, "You should see the cute pink panties she was wearing yesterday."

I always left the impression that I'd seen Janice wearing them and sometimes I was lucky enough that I did. I saw her quite often in panties and bras, but my real favorite was the flimsy baby-doll nighties. Those were what moved me to try on some of her things.

It began one weekend, about a year after my fascination had begun, when I went to the bathroom in the morning right after I got out of bed, and found one of Janice's nighties from the night before hanging on a hook on the back of the door. A quick check of the hamper located the matching panties. So there I was, with panties in one hand, a nightie in the other, and a morning woodie poking out of my pajamas. It was inevitable that I put on the nightie and panties. And even more inevitable, that I jack off in front of the mirror, wishing I was a sexy girl.

Over the next few weeks and months, I found myself spending more and more time in the bathroom, trying on things from the hamper, always ending up with my hard little cock in my hand, jacking out a load of hot young cum. The only thing harder than my cock cased in lingerie was not being able to talk about it to any of my friends. We often spoke of new and exciting ways or things that a guy could use to jack off, always making it sound like speculation - like it was an idea that we wouldn't think of using ourselves, but might be interesting. And of course, every time someone came up with one of those ideas, we'd all try it first chance we got.

But instinctively, I knew that revealing my fascination with lingerie wouldn't make a good impression on my friends. Becoming known as an avowed sissy would be committing social suicide. And there was no doubt in my mind, though I wasn't quite ready to admit it at the time, that I was definitely becoming a sissy.

In the beginning, I always wore panties and a nightie if I could find one and then jacked off. Then I'd tell myself after I'd cum that I wasn't going to do that any more because I wasn't really a sissy. But a day or two later - sometimes even later that same night - I'd not only do it again, but might try adding a bra. And after I got used to getting in and out of a bra, and had learned to stuff it with wads of toilet paper, I'd still tell myself I was going to quit and the next time I might try putting on lipstick or something else new. A little at a time, I was learning how to dress as a girl and when I had the time and opportunity, I began to spend that time in my sister's clothes, slipping out of the bathroom to go to my bedroom where I'd prance around pretending to be a girl. You might say that instead of coming out of the closet, I came out of the bathroom.

I've never found out exactly how I got caught. And the funny part was, that while it was Janice's clothes I was wearing, it was Joanne that figured out what I was up to. And instead of accusing me of it, she gave me away in front of one of my friends.

That chapter began one afternoon when I was at Todd's house and his mom was talking about finding a baby sitter for the evening of the coming company Christmas party. Todd's mom worked for a local radio station and Todd had met all the DJ's there, which made him a sort of a cool dude at school. My sister Joanne had been babysitting for a couple of years and I suggested her to Todd's mom. She loved the idea, telling me that I could stay with Todd while they were gone to the party, and when they got home, they'd drive us to my house and Todd could spend the night with me.

We loved that idea, except that I had a single bed in my room. When Joanne and I had been smaller and shared a room, my folks had gotten us a set of bunk beds. After we were in school, it was decided that Joanne should move in with her older sister. I was moved to the bottom bunk and the top was removed to be set up as a single bed in Janice's room. That caused some friction between the girls and was the reason we moved to a bigger house. Eventually we moved and Joanne got a new bed with the new room. The top part of the bunk bed went into storage in the garage.

I suggested to my dad that he reassemble the bunk bed so Todd could stay over. He suggested we consider setting up the tent in the back yard and getting out the sleeping bags and roughing it for the whole weekend. That was better yet, and we had the fall back plan of sleeping in the den on the floor if the weather got too bad.

Roughing it in this case included an extension cord to power the small electric heater, a reading light, and a portable TV. We were given permission to pee in the bushes after dark, and could use the toilet off the den if we needed to take a dump. All in all, it sounded like a pretty exciting weekend to me.

My mom dropped Joanne and me off at Todd's house before supper so that they could meet, and Todd's mom would have some time to show Joanne some things about taking care of the baby. In my estimation, Gwen wasn't exactly a baby, since she was walking and talking and almost four years old. But she did need to be diapered at night and Todd's mom had insisted that her children have cloth diapers instead of the plastic ones that most other parents used. She showed Joanne how to fold the diapers and pin them on Gwen and how to put the plastic pants in place and make sure all the material was tucked in so that when the diaper got wet, it wouldn't leak.

Joanne had been talked through the procedure as Todd and I hung back observing and that turned out to be bad news for Todd. When Joanne had Gwen diapered to Todd's mom's satisfaction, Gwen turned to her mom and said, "Make Todd wear one too."

Her mom told her, "Todd doesn't need to wear one any more Gwen, and pretty soon you won't either."

"Uh huh," she persisted. "He wears mine when you not looking."

We all looked at Todd and he couldn't have looked any more guilty if he'd had the word stamped on his forehead.

"Todd, if that's true and you're playing in your sister's diapers again, you're going to be grounded. It's too late to change plans for this weekend, but I want to talk to you when you get home Sunday."

I think Joanne and I were almost as embarrassed for him as Todd was himself. No more was mentioned about it until after his folks had gone and then Todd, almost in tears, begged me not to tell anyone at school what I'd discovered.

Over the course of the evening, after Joanne and I had vowed repeatedly that we'd keep his secret, Todd admitted to us he'd been a bedwetter until just a couple of years back and had discovered he liked the feel of wetting a diaper. So once in a while, he would take one of his sister's diapers that was damp, but not real wet, and put in on. Then he's squeeze into a pair of her plastic panties, wet the diaper thoroughly, and after wearing it that way for a while, put it back in his sister's diaper pail.

That's when I made the mistake of teasing Todd about playing with himself while wearing the wet diaper, since I was sure that was the reason he enjoyed 'wearing it that way.' Again the look of guilt confirmed my suspicion, but the shocker was when Joanne told me, "You don't have any room to talk Miss Jackie. You dress up in Janice's clothes and play with yourself too." Then she turned to Todd and told him, "If he tells any of your friends about you wearing diapers, you can tell them that my brother is a sissy that likes to dress up like a girl."

Todd was so happy to hear that news, knowing that his secret was safe, that from the smile on his face you'd have thought Christmas had come two weeks early. "Dude," he told me, "You might dress up like a girl, but there's no way you could ever be as pretty as your sister."

That was my second surprise of the evening. I immediately thought he was referring to Janice, but then I noticed that he and Joanne were making eyes at each other and discovered that Todd had been harboring a crush on Joanne.

The surprises were far from over. I wanted to know how Joanne had found out about the fun I'd been having with the clothes from the laundry hamper before I said any more in front of her. She teased Todd a couple of times about being glad to put him in diapers, but he blushingly declined each offer. Little more was said about either of our habits, but I was sure we'd be up late talking about it in the privacy of the back yard tent at my house.

The next surprise was when Todd's folks got home with several members of the office party right behind them. One of the men, who I learned was "Pat the Hat" Marsh, the morning DJ, hadn't been drinking and was assigned the task of driving us three teens to my house. It was barely two blocks and we could easily have walked, but "Pat the Hat" was hugely popular with teenage listeners and my sister wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to tell her friends she'd ridden in a car with a celebrity.

Everyone was in bed at my house so as quietly as possible, Joanne went to her room and Todd and I got the sleeping bags from off of the couch in the den and headed out to the tent. That's when the serious sex talk began.

Todd had never done any camping. In my family, we went camping several times a year. So I explained to Todd how to unroll and open the sleeping bags and explained that it was best to sleep in your underwear. Mentioning underwear was what got it started.

He wanted to know what it was like to wear girls underwear and if I wore panties that were clean or dirty. Since it was hardly a secret any more thanks to Joanne, I told him how I'd gotten started wearing panties and nighties from the laundry hamper and had progressed from there. I didn't go into a lot of detail, but enough that it seemed to satisfy him. Then I asked him about wearing his sister's diapers and warned him not to wet the sleeping bag if he was still really a bedwetter.

He gave me a not too detailed account of how he'd come to the conclusion that Gwen wet her diapers on purpose because he'd noticed that she was wet several times not long after she'd been diapered and well before she went to bed. The reason he'd suspected that's what she was doing was because during his bedwetting years, he'd done the same thing, enjoying the feel of the warm, wet diaper, often wearing it around the house under his pajamas in the morning if he didn't have to go to school.

"My dad used to call me, 'pee pants,' and that would embarrass me," Todd told me. "But I guess he's right. I really like to pee in my pants."

I told him how when I'd been younger, I'd been teased by both my sisters because Joanne, a year younger, had been out of diapers at night before I was. "But I don't think I did it on purpose," I told him. "But maybe close. My mom said it was because I was too lazy to get up to go to the bathroom. So that would almost be the same as doing it on purpose."

"If I can sneak some of my sisters diapers out of the house, do you want to try it again - together?"

"Might be fun," I told him. I had planned to turn on the heater before we went to Todd's house so the inside of the tent would be warm. But I'd forgotten and the thought of a warm diaper sounded real good at the moment and I wished we had some. I wanted to get inside my sleeping bag, but the conversation had given me a hard on that I didn't want Todd to notice. I was waiting to undress until he was finished talking and I could turn out the light first. That's when I got hit with the next surprise - and I mean that factually.

Todd was just about to say something when the flap of the tent flew open and I was hit in the face with a handful of lingerie. Then I heard giggling and knew that it had been Joanne. Janice was way too 'lady-like' to giggle. While she might have had the looks, she didn't have the personality that made Joanne so popular with everyone. Besides, Joanne was filling out and catching up with Janice in the looks department. I could see why Todd had a crush on her.

He looked at me and the assortment of lingerie strewn around me. Then he asked, "How long do you think she was out there?"

I knew he was concerned that she might have heard him offer to provide us with diapers. But I didn't have an answer and shrugged my shoulders.

"Do you think she's still out there now?"

"Probably not. It's supposed to get pretty cold before dawn. She most likely just wanted to tease me by throwing this stuff in here."

"You gonna put it on?" Todd asked with a grin. I could tell he wanted me to.

I think I knew instinctively what would happen if I did. I was sure Todd was as horny as I was and we'd wind up jacking off together. That thought made my little pecker even harder and I realized I wanted it to happen - and maybe more. Then, as I started to sort the things that had been thrown at me, I realized there were two pair of panties and two nighties. I smiled back at Todd and told him, as I held up the two shorty nightgowns, "I guess she wants us both to wear one."

We stared at one another, waiting to see who would be first to say, "I will if you will," or something along those lines. Then we heard Joanne giggle again and ask, "Are you girls dressed yet?"

"Get in here!" I hissed at her, throwing open the tent flap from inside. The tent was billed as a four-man tent. Janice, Joanne and I had shared it many times and three was the perfect number in my estimation. So we had plenty of room

In a moment Joanne came in the tent to join us, disappointed that we hadn't put on the nighties in the few minutes she'd waited outside in the cold. "How come you girls didn't put your nightgowns on and get ready for bed?" she asked.

"Like these would really keep us warm," I told her, holding up one of the gowns. "I don't see you wearing one."

"If you both wore one and put your bags together, it would get REAL warm," she teased. "Then you could play with each other instead of doing it yourself."

I was about to protest that I'd never do that, in spite of the fact that I'd been thinking about it, and then I saw that look of embarrassed guilt on Todd's face again. As I'd suspected, he'd been thinking the same thing. So I didn't say a word. But Joanne did.

"How about this smart ass?" she asked. She was wearing the same zip front jacket she'd had on earlier, but as she unzipped it, it became obvious she'd changed what she was wearing under it. She was sitting facing the light, so when she opened the jacket briefly, we could see right through the nightgown she was wearing and admire her perfect fourteen-year-old tits. With that picture burned indelibly in our brains, she zipped up the jacket again. "Your turn," she said, taunting us.

Neither Todd nor I had the guts to strip and change in front of her. So we talked for a while and eventually, after Todd kept talking about his folk's party, she speculated aloud, talking to Todd, "Why do you suppose your folks wanted you out of the house when they brought all that company home? Didn't you say this is the first time they've ever let you sleep over with someone?"

"Yeah," Todd answered, then shrugged. "I don't know. As loud as they were, I guess they thought I wouldn't get any sleep."

"What about Gwen?"

"She sleeps like a rock," Todd explained. "I've seen her fall asleep at the movies, get carried out to the car, carried into the house and dressed for bed, and never wake up until the next day. I think she could sleep in a room with a trash metal band playing and never wake up."

"They're probably playing strip poker or something," Joanne suggested.

Todd told her that he doubted it and a discussion ensued about things parents might do and not do if their offspring weren't around to watch. Eventually the conversation became contentious, with Joanne taking the side that Todd's parents were up to something that Todd wasn't supposed to see and Todd defending them, taking the stand that his parents were too old for that sort of thing.

Then I got yet another surprise when Joanne told him, "You might be surprised. My grandparents have sex all the time and my mom thinks they were probably swingers back in the 70's."

That was news to me; both the part about them being swingers and that they still had sex. It had never occurred to me that people in their 50's and 60's might want to do things like that. And of course my mom had never told me any of that. But I knew she talked to the girls about those sorts of things and assumed my dad would pass on to me any information I needed. I wondered if his mom and dad had been swingers too. I doubted it. The elder Clayton's were staunch Baptists and saw evil everywhere. My mom's folks were much more liberal.

I'm not sure who offered the first, "I'll bet you're wrong." But in barely a moment, Todd and Joanne were challenging each other to a bet. First they had to determine the stakes and after very little haggling, it was decided that if Todd was right, she would spend the night in our put-together sleeping bags with us and if she was right, then we'd put the bags together and Todd and I would sleep together - in the nighties she'd given us. I was getting harder by the second and didn't care who won. Either way I figured I'd be a winner.

Then we had to decide how we were going to determine who won the bet. The only logical way was to sneak out of the yard, down the alley, cut over to Todd's street, cut down his alley, and sneak up to the back of his house. "There's a sliding glass door on the back of the house," Todd told us. "There's something wrong with the curtain rod and the drapes don't close all the way. But no one lives behind us so my dad has never fixed it."

Off we trooped, covertly moving from my backyard to Todd's. If Todd was correct, we'd be back in fifteen minutes, tops. As it turned out, he wasn't and we were gone for over an hour.

The curtain Todd had mentioned was gapped at least a foot. We could tell before we even got close to the patio that almost everyone was naked and most of the men had erections. I was sure, her point made, that Joanne would want to go back home immediately. Instead she was the one to creep closer and tell us to shut up when we suggested we should leave.

"This is better than any of my dad's books," Todd whispered as he watched in awe. He'd never seen his parents naked before, much less in a room full of mostly naked, sexually active people. They seemed to be playing some sort of game, but what we couldn't tell. It appeared that each guest had their name on a card or board or something and someone we couldn't see assigned them to do various things in twos and threes. The longer we watched, the more risque they became, with the few items of clothing soon gone. We watched one man remove Todd's mother's panties with his teeth. That was followed by two women rubbing their breasts together, ending with a quick but passionate kiss.

Soon men were fingering and then eating pussy and women were sucking cock and eating pussy as well. Sometimes it looked like there were two or three couples going at it at the same time. When we saw 'Pat the Hat' start sucking on Todd's dad's cock, we knew it was time to leave. We couldn't handle any more. All the way back to my house I kept thinking that barely an hour earlier, I'd been riding in a car with a man that sucks dicks. We were almost back to the tent before something Todd had said registered.

"You never told me your dad has books," I told him. "You mean like Playboy and Penthouse and stuff like that?"

"Yeah, he has some of those. But he also had some others too that are really hot."

"Like what?" I wanted to know.

"Like we just seen," he said, speaking softly. I think he was still stunned by what we'd just witnessed.

"You mean where women do each other and men do other men and stuff like that?" Joanne asked.

"Yeah," Todd told us. "The pictures are pretty hot. But it's a whole lot hotter when you see the real thing."

He was right about that. All three of us were breathing raggedly and it wasn't from the short hike to Todd's house and back. It was because of what we'd seen there and the thoughts it provoked in our minds.

"Have you guys ever tried anything like that?" she wanted to know.

"Not yet," I answered without thinking, realizing too late that I'd let them both know what I had in mind for the future. I was ready to suck some cock.

"You?" she asked Todd who hadn't answered.

"Not yet," he told her, echoing my answer. I could see in the glow of a street light at the corner that Todd was smiling at me.

As soon as we were back in the tent, Joanne reminded us, "Okay sissy boys. I won and you two have to get into your nighties. I'll fix your sleeping bags for you."

When she turned away to begin zipping the bags together to make one bigger bag for two, I looked at Todd and shrugged. I didn't want Joanne to see my erection so I turned my back to her and quickly undressed. Then just as quickly I stepped into one of the pair of panties and then put on the nightgown that matched them. Todd's eyes never left my cock the whole time it was exposed. He was at the very back of the tent and could easily have turned around to change, but didn't. He was daring me to watch and I did. So did Joanne and that made him blush a little, but I could quickly see why he was showing off. I knew from gym class that our soft cocks were about the same size, but hard, his was half again the size of mine. I have to admit that the look I gave it was both long and filled with admiration. A glance at my little sister revealed she felt the same way.

"You're as big as some of those men at the party," she told him and you could see him swell with pride. Not his cock. It was already painfully swollen.

After he'd given us both a memorable eyeful, he put on the nightie first and then the panties, giving us another moment or two to admire his manhood. Fortunately, baby doll nightgown panties fit much looser than regular panties. Both Todd and I had tents in the front that would have never fit in regular lady's panties.

Then Joanne told us, "Okay little girls. Time to get in the sack and make each other feel good."

Todd was on the open side so I let him crawl in first and then followed. When we were both in the bag, laying shoulder to shoulder, Joanne zipped us in. The she reached across and put one hand on each of our cocks through the mound we made in the sleeping bag material. After giving us both a squeeze that nearly made me cum, she told us, "Now put your hand on each other."

We knew without any further instruction where that hand was supposed to go. When we were both fondling the panty clad cock of the other, Joanne told us, "Since it's your first time, I'll give you some privacy. But next time I want to watch." Then she turned out the light and left, closing the tent flap behind her.

Over the last couple of years since I'd discovered masturbation, I'd enjoyed every minute of it when I had my cock in my hand. Having someone else's cock in my hand was ten times as good and I told Todd that. He agreed completely and for the next few minutes we continued to fondle each other.

Then Todd said, "I want to try it."

I was sure I knew what he meant, but asked just the same.

"You know. What Pat was doing to my dad."

"Yeah," I agreed, "Me too," and then we banged heads in the dark as we each tried to get our mouths on the other boy's cock.

We laughed about that, then debated over who would go first. "It's my yard and my tent," I told him.

"True. But that makes me the guest and you the host and guests get to go first."

I was still attempting to think up a rebuttal to his argument when I felt his lips begin to nipple on my prick through the nylon of the panties. Then he was pulling them out of the way and I was getting my first ever blowjob. That tent was warming up in a hurry.

As I enjoyed the incredible new sensation, I began to concern myself that I might not want to reciprocate after I had cum. I needn't have worried. It took me a moment or two to recover, but as soon as I had, I was savoring the taste of my very first dick, followed by the first cum I'd tasted besides my own. Neither of us had hesitated to swallow the cum in our mouths. We had both been ready for this experience and I doubt that both blowjobs combined took us over five minutes. We fell asleep cuddled together, holding each other's cocks.

"I need to pee," I heard him whisper as he woke me.

"So go pee," I told him, turning to go back to sleep.

"It's daylight,"

That woke me up in a hurry as I remembered how we were dressed and realized my dad or mom might come out to see if we wanted breakfast. The plan we'd discussed briefly before nodding off was that we'd change back to our clothes in the morning and then hide the nightgowns in our sleeping bag for use again the following night.

"I gotta pee," he reminded me.

"Well I gotta pee too," I told him. "We need to get changed and go inside."

He was looking at me funny and I assumed he was thinking about what we'd seen and done the night before. "I don't want to change yet. And no one is up yet either. I already looked."

I'd told him that in our house, the first one up had to flip on the coffee pot. Since the kitchen window was still dark, that meant everyone was probably still asleep. A quick check confirmed he was right and that it was daylight, but the sun wasn't up. That meant my folks would most likely stay in bed for another thirty minutes to an hour. The unknown was Janice. She'd had a date and I had no way of knowing when she might have come in. She might take it upon herself to come wake us, but I doubted it.

"I guess we could put some clothes on over the nightgowns and go use the bathroom," I suggested. I didn't want to change either and was already hoping we could repeat what we'd done last night. I couldn't help but smile when I heard a bird chirp and thought of the old saying, "The early bird catches the worm." I reached across Todd's hip and let my fingers close around the worm I wanted.

"Mmm," he moaned and reached for my cock too. Then he whispered, "There's a way we could pee without having to leave the tent."

I was sure he was talking about coming to a kneeling position and pissing out through the tent flap, but I was wrong.

"In a couple of my dad's magazines, people piss on each other and drink it." He was studying me for my reaction and he sure got one.

"You're shitting me," I told him, flabbergasted at the suggestion.

"Nope. I was surprised too. But I went on the internet and pee is harmless. There's even some people that believe you're supposed to drink a glass of you own pee every day to stay healthy."

"I hope you haven't been looking at shit like that on the school computer. They'll bust your ass for good."

"No. I use my dad's when he's gone."

I thought about it all for a minute. "So you want to drink my pee - and you want me to drink yours?" I asked to be sure.

"If you want."

Suddenly I did want. Maybe because I did need to pee too and had to do something - and soon. Maybe because it was a good excuse to put Todd's cock in my mouth. And maybe it was because I was turning into a full-fledged sex pervert, willing to do anything kinky. I wasn't sure if Todd was making up the story about people in some magazine or on the internet, but it didn't matter. I had tasted my own pee and it hadn't killed me. I'd also heard about people like Todd mentioned that were supposed to drink pee to stay healthy. At the time I'd thought it strange and laughed it off. Now I was willing to become one of them as long as I got to . . . .

Before either of us could change our mind, I had Todd's cock out of his panties and closed my lips around it, nodding to let him know I was ready. At that moment I didn't care what came out of his prick; piss or cum were equally acceptable. I wasn't sure why Todd was having such a hard time letting go if he needed to pee as much as he said. Later, when the situation was reversed and I was trying to pee in his mouth I'd discover it's not all that easy no matter how full your bladder is. But I didn't know that then and was about to give up on Todd when the first trickle of tangy urine washed across my tongue. The stream grew steadily until I knew I was missing some and couldn't swallow fast enough.

I loved it. It was nasty, but in a sexy sort of way. By the time my belly was full of Todd's pee, my cock was full of my blood, swollen by the thoughts of doing something so decadent. When Todd had finished and he asked what I thought, I told him I liked it as much as what we'd done the night before.

"I want to drink yours now," he told me. "I wish we were somewhere that you could pee on me too."

"Maybe later I could tell my folks we need to take a bath and we could get in the tub together," I suggested as I rose to a kneeling position and freed my stiff prick as Todd angled to get my cock in his mouth.

Todd was nodding his approval of that idea when the head of my dick disappeared between his lips and I learned how hard it is to pee when you're sexually excited. While I coaxed my bladder to PLEASE let go, I wondered if women had a similar problem. I asked Todd, "In that book where people pee on each other, do women pee on men too?"

Todd took his mouth off of me for a second, but kept it within an inch of my prick, as he told me, "Most of the pictures are women pissing on men."

I knew that incest was supposed to be horribly wrong. But I also wondered, if I could talk Joanne into peeing for me, if that would be considered incest? Fucking was a definite no-no, but might it be all right for me to eat my sister's pussy? Well, maybe not all right, but at least not as sinful as incest? Those thoughts weren't making it any easier to pee, but I couldn't make them stop. My mind was turning into a cesspool of deviant and forbidden sexual thoughts and I couldn't stop them. Eventually I was able to give Todd a taste of my pee, but I wasn't able to empty my bladder because of the things on my mind. "I want to see your dad's books," I told him as soon as we were done.

Joanne missed getting her wish to watch us suck cock the next time we did it by maybe a minute. We were kneeling face to face, fondling each other again. I couldn't believe how awesomely exciting it was to touch and pet another boys cock. It was like in the last twelve hours I'd discovered the reason I'd been put on earth was to service as many of those wonderful male appendages as I could get to.

Instinctively, I knew the best way to do that would be if I were a woman instead of a man. At that point in my life, I had no idea what went on in the gay community and how many opportunities there were for a man to suck another man's cock if he knew where to look. Instead I saw it as yet another affirmation that I would or should spend as much time as possible becoming a sexy young lady named Jackie.

I was startled out of my sexual reverie by the sound of Joanne's voice saying, "Wake up lovebirds. Dad's up and wants to know if you guys want breakfast."

While I would have loved to tell her that these two lovebirds had already gotten a worm, I remained quiet, as Todd and I continued to play with each other's pricks. We didn't even stop when Joanne stuck her head in the tent.

"Oh!" she said, startled by what we were doing. It was one thing to tease us about it and another to see us actually doing it. She recovered quickly. "I think that will have to wait. Unless you'd like me to tell dad you two would rather eat each other?"

"We might," I teased, jealous that it was Todd's cock that she was staring at.

Then she surprised us both when she reached in the tent. just far enough to knock my hand away and hold Todd's prick in her hand. She didn't try to stroke it or fondle it like I'd been doing. She was totally content just to have her fingers wrapped around him and I was certain, from the flushed look that came over her, that it was the first time she'd ever had her hands on one. She was ready to learn about sex and it looked like Todd had been chosen as the lucky guy to help her learn.

Then, before anyone inside could get suspicious, she was gone, leaving Todd and I to get back into our male clothing.

Later that day, a cold front blew in a day earlier than we'd expected, canceling our plans for another night in the tent. Todd wasn't nearly as disappointed as I was by that. It was my intention to put an empty can in front of the back door so that we'd have plenty of warning before anyone could get out to the tent and we could do all the things of the night before and that morning. I wanted as much of Todd's piss and cum as I could get. But using the sleeping bags in my bedroom left us open to a surprise visit from one of my folks and while the door did have a lock, using it would raise a red flag in my parent's eyes.

However, we did get to try our first golden showers in the tub and Todd got a glimpse of Janice in bra and panties while she was getting ready for her Saturday night date. Fortunately for him, we had another week of school before the Christmas break and he'd be able to tell the other guys about seeing the famous Janice Clayton in her underwear. I didn't care just as long as he didn't mention seeing me in her underwear!

But since he'd done it too - and a lot more - I wasn't worried about that happening.

Christmas break gave us our next chance to try some of our newly found perverted pleasures. The opportunity occurred so quickly that we weren't able to prepare for it like we'd been planning, but we found an alternative way to make it happen. I'd told Todd that I wanted to try dressing completely as a girl the next time I sucked his dick. And we both wanted to try wearing and wetting diapers together at the same time. We hoped to make either or both occur before school resumed after the first of the year.

We were at Todd's house watching a football game when his mom asked me if Joanne was home. She explained she needed to do some last minute Christmas shopping for Todd's dad and wanted Joanne to baby-sit if she could. I told her Joanne had a cousin visiting but I'd call and ask and Todd's mom said she'd gladly drop the baby off there if that was all right, but that she really wanted to do the shopping while Todd's dad was still out of town.

Joanne jumped at the chance to earn a few bucks and knowing I'd be alone with Todd in their house for several hours was quick to tell me over the phone, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Number one on my list was to see the books that Todd had told me his dad had hidden in a box in his closet. Quite a few of them were titled, "Bi Sex this" or "Bi-Sexual that" so I don't think Todd was as surprised by what he saw when we peeked in on his parent's party as he had acted. As I thought about it, I became pretty certain that Todd had steered the conversation, the bet, and the clandestine visit knowing full well what we'd find when we got there. I think he knew all along why his parent's wanted him out of the house and what we'd find when we snuck back.

In addition to the books, there were a number of DVD's and VHS tapes with similar titles. I wanted to watch one but Todd told me he'd been forbidden to use the player in the den after breaking the loading tray on the first one his dad bought. So after the books got us properly aroused, I was ready to try something new.

Todd led me to his sister's room and we hit the jackpot. There were two wet diapers in the diaper pail and two pair of plastic pants rinsed off and hanging in the bathroom. Todd grabbed the damp diapers, the plastic pants, and a handful of diaper pins and we went to his room. Quickly we stripped our young bodies and then Todd showed me how to expand the waist a little so that we could pin on the diapers. They were cool at first but we both needed to pee and we warmed those diapers up in a hurry.

He'd been right as rain. Peeing in that diaper and feeling my whole crotch get warm and wet was almost like I had a fire glowing down there. Reaching in each other's diaper to play with a hard cock was even more exciting than I'd thought. Knowing that cock was all wet and warm and slippery with piss made me want to suck it more than I already did. In the week and a half since the backyard campout, we'd become real piss freaks, getting a quick taste of each other's pee when there wasn't time to do anything else. My favorite had been the time at my house when we'd mingled our pee in an old ice tea pitcher and then shared a glass. After Todd went home, I took the pitcher in the bathroom and stood in the tub with my clothes on and poured it over my head. If was filthy, depraved, and terribly exciting. I jacked off twice.

Todd wanted to hold me to my promise to dress like a girl the next time I sucked him but I wasn't about to be put off until we could make that happen. Lucky for me, he was as horny as I was. He's the one that hit on the compromise.

"What about dressing like a baby girl? My mom's stuff is as sexy as the things your sisters wear. She's got some of those baby kind of nightgowns and you could wear one over your diaper."

Big girl - baby girl - it didn't matter to me. I could tell he wanted a blowjob almost as much as I wanted to give him one and that's exactly what we did. He got one of his mom's nighties and some lipstick and while it wasn't what we'd planned to do, it was enough for the moment.

There is no way I can describe how incredible it was that first time I tasted Todd's cock when it was wet with his pee. It was so good that when I realized the flavor was waning, I pulled his diaper back up and squeezed his cock through the wet material to start all over. I repeated that three or four times before he blasted off in my mouth and cum had never tasted so good to me. In the years that would follow, as I became a real slut for sucking cock, I'd develop an attitude that the best tasting load of cum would be the next one I'd get. But at that moment in Todd's bedroom, I didn't think the taste could ever be beaten. Todd wanted to try it too, but he was too late. I'd been squeezing my cock while sucking his and had shot off in the wet diaper - something else I'd repeat many times in the next few years.

I suppose I could go on to tell you how Todd and Joanne become sweethearts, loosing their virginity to each other, dating all through school, and eventually getting married a few years ago. While I was their best man and a participant in their wedding night, by the time we were seniors in high school, we weren't anywhere near as active together as we had been a few years earlier. We still get together for a wet, wild weekend once or twice a year and Joanne completely approves and has joined us a few times. She prefers much prefers that her husband keep his bisexual urges in the family. I'm sure not complaining.

I've never fucked my sister - either of them - but if eating Joanne's pussy and drinking her pee is incest, than so be it. I'm guilty. I think those many oral orgasms I gave her were the least I could do for her help in the development of Jacqui Sue. You see, Joanne was the one that spent hours and hours with me, coaching me on feminine mannerisms, showing me how to get my makeup perfect and how to style my hair so that I could turn a masculine looking haircut into a sexy, feminine hairstyle with the help of a styling brush and a handful of rollers. Those sessions were almost always followed by Joanne sitting on my face.

After high school, I moved to a much larger city a few hundred miles from my hometown where I began working as a waitress and then a bartender, living full time as a girl. That's where I met the woman I married.

I know that may sound funny, but the club where I worked catered to the GLBT crowd. Saundra was an infrequent visitor that had an occasional yen for running that wicked tongue of hers up some sweet young snatch. She was well aware that I wasn't really a woman, but tipped me handsomely when I'd steer some new and inexperienced young lady her way. If those youthful ladies had any doubts about whether they might enjoy a same sex experience, those doubts evaporated by the time Saundra was done with them. I never noticed when Saundra began spending more and more time at the bar on nights I was on duty and always sat where we could talk as I worked.

Then one day she asked me to go with her to a conference where I was to pass myself off as her office assistant. Passing myself off as a woman was much easier than passing myself off as an assistant in a real estate firm. Everyone believed I was a woman, but it was obvious I knew nothing about real estate.

The biggest surprise of that trip was the sex. Since I'd started at the club, I'd had a few opportunities to go to bed with women that went both ways and wanted a one-time experience with a 'chick with a dick'. Those had been pleasant and fulfilling diversions from my real love, sucking cock. But Saundra was different.

Somehow, we just clicked. Fucking with Saundra was perfect in every way. We both loved to orally please members of our own sex and agreed to try living together; bringing in an occasional prick or pussy to share. She convinced me to get out of the bar business and join her realty firm full time, even paying for my courses to get my license. That license, by the way, is in the name of Jacqui Sue Clay. My name was legally changed the same day that I moved into Saundra's home. And while her name is now legally Saundra Clay, she still uses the name she built her business under, Saundra Smith. Most people get the impression that we're lesbian lovers, married in a non-binding, gay marriage. Only a few know I'm male and legally married to her.

And if you're wondering what it was that bonded us, it was my ability to give her a pissy wet orgasm. She'd heard rumors that I was a piss freak, and that male or female, I wanted the pee of anyone I went out with. Saundra had been masturbating for years with a full bladder, giving herself the kind of orgasm that I loved to give to women with my tongue. It was a technique I learned with Joanne's help so I have her to thank for that too. So does Saundra and she has on numerous occasions. Joanne swears that Saundra can lick a woman's navel from the inside.

I often wonder if any of this would have happened had we stayed in our old house. My dad had been in favor of giving Joanne my room and building me a bedroom in the basement. Would I have developed an interest in lingerie without that hamper? Maybe not. Would I have developed a desire to suck cock if I hadn't had Todd as an equally inquisitive friend? Maybe so - make that probably so. As much as I love 'em, I'm sure I would have found one to suck sooner or later. Would Joanne and I have bonded in a way most brothers and sisters wouldn't dare? Most certainly not. Had we remained in that old house, I'd probably be boring old Jack Clayton, working in my dad's business selling paper products, married to a woman that let me have sex once a month, and cheating on the side with other women and maybe a few men until she caught me at it. Instead I became Jacqui Sue Clay.

I'm so lucky we moved!

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