BONNIE AND RON

BONNIE AND RON


I told the other two that I needed to get rid of that last beer, and stood up. As I turned toward the scenic overlook behind us, Ron, my brother-in-law, said he would join me. His older sister, Bonnie, who had been sharing the ‘solve all the problems of the world,’ stories around the campfire, would have to sit by herself at the fireside until we got back.
As the two of us began our journey, Bonnie asked if we needed any help. I assumed that to be rhetorical, and probably beer-induced, I answered back that, with over 30 years of practice, I could probably handle my own. Ron, a little embarrassed at his sister’s offer, seemed to ignore her.
Apparently, Bonnie wasn’t satisfied with the responses, or lack thereof, she received, and got up to follow us to the edge of the river that ran past their parents’ country lodge. With a sense of urgency brought on by an afternoon and evening of steady beer consumption, I stepped to the edge and unzipped my shorts. Presence of sister-in-law, or no, I had to piss! Ron stepped up, about a yard away, and began to do the same.
Bonnie walked up and stood between Ron and me, and made her offer of assistance again. My alcohol-soaked brain argued between right, wrong, and the fact that Bonnie’s older sister, Donna, my wife, was asleep in our room in the lodge. Bonnie’s outstretched hand solved my dilemma. She said that although she had seen men pee before, she had never held a man’s penis while he relieved himself, and thought it might be exciting.
With a slight piss-hard-on giving her a larger target, she wrapped her right hand around my dick and held me as I released a stream of urine off over the edge of the cliff into the darkness below. The pressure of her hand was more than I usually used, and constricted the flow slightly, making it a longer and higher-pressure process than usual. She commented that she did not realize that a man could pee that far!
Ron stood in disbelief as his sister held my dick. I don’t know whether it was the fact that his sister was so forward, that I was married to his other sister, or that Bonnie’s husband, Donald, was also asleep in their room back in the lodge. Nevertheless, there she was, and Ron still had to pee!
As I finished, Bonnie shook my semi-hard cock in the night air, and asked how many times should she shake it. I told her that if you shook it more than twice, that you were playing with it. She took this as somewhat of a challenge, I guess, and continued to shake me far more than twice, giving me the beginning of an erection.
She turned to Ron, my dick still in her right hand, and made her offer again. She told Ron that she had always wondered about her little brother as they grew up. How he got to stand up and pee, while she and Donna had to sit and that she had tried to pee standing up once and had made a horrible mess in the bathroom.
I am not sure what Ron’s motivation was, but he slowly unzipped his shorts and pulled out his penis. Bonnie reached out with her left hand, and wrapping her fingers around it, said she was ready. Ron let loose a stream of pee out into the darkness, and you could hear it hitting the leaves and water down below.
Bonnie continued her stroking of my dick as she held Ron during his piss. As his stream diminished, she began to shake his rod, as she had mine.