The Pissing Contest

Fbailey story number 276


The Pissing Contest


Around Thanksgiving Dad’s parents were killed in an automobile accident. Dad inherited their big house on the outskirts of town and several insurance policies as well as a big settlement from the accident itself. A tractor-trailer driver ran a red light and broadsided them.

Anyway about seven months later when school had ended we moved into their house. It was wonderful. There was a big four-car garage with a big work area attached. Grandpa built furniture and Dad used to help him occasionally. There was a full-size basketball court right behind the garage. Then there was the huge enclosed in-ground swimming pool. Dad told us that it was an Olympic Swimming Pool that he had used every day when he was younger. Dad was an Olympic hopeful but never quite made it.

I am a fifteen-year-old boy and I have a pretty cute little sister. Cindy is fourteen years old and all of my friends back home wanted to fuck her but I’m sure that she is still a virgin like me.

At our new house we had just one neighbor that had kids. Alex was fifteen like me and Cynthia was fourteen like Cindy. It couldn’t have worked out any better. It was going to be a very good summer after all.

Dad quite his job so that we could move and he and Mom decided to start up the Furniture Business, not that he needed the money but because he needed something to do.

I was assigned the job of cleaning the pool every day, checking the filters, and checking the chemical levels. Plus I had to mow the huge lawn but at least I got to use the riding lawnmower. Sometimes Alex would help me and we would take turns riding on the lawnmower. Cindy got stuck with doing the laundry and helping Mom with the dishes at night.

Cynthia had gone to a two-week summer camp for gifted children even though Alex said that she wasn’t all that gifted so we didn’t meet her for a while. Alex and I got to know one another real well though. We did the choirs together and then we swam. Later we generally played basketball. One day Alex challenged me to a pissing contest. He stood with his toes on a line painted on the basketball court, took out his cock, and let it fly. I laughed at the short distance so he told me to do better. I pulled out my cock and only beat him by a couple of inches. I told him that I could do better the next time. He grabbed a piece of chalk off the scoreboard and marked both of our distances on the pavement.

When we turned around Cindy was laughing at us. She said that we were pitiful examples of the human race and that even she could do better than we had. I had seen her squat down to pee when we were on vacation the previous summer so of course I told her to prove it. Surprisingly Cindy lifted her miniskirt up to her waist showing Alex and I her pretty white lacy panties. She sat on the line that we had used, lifted her legs up into the air and then she spread them wide. Next Cindy pulled her panties off to one side, opened up her pussy lips with both hands, and then let it fly. Oh my God, could that girl pee. She beat us both by a good foot or more. However the last of her pee got all over her panties and soaked them pretty good. Cindy stood up, said shit, and pulled them off. Then she took the chalk from Alex’s hand and made her mark on the pavement. She was right; she was good at pissing a stream better than we were. Immediately Alex challenged her to a rematch the next day.

The next morning Alex and I drank a ton of water to get our bladders full. Apparently Cindy had too because after we both beat our records and hers she removed her shorts and her panties then got in position. When she let go it was like watching a big fountain in a city park. Her stream of piss shot up into the air and arched beautifully as it landed, again a good foot past either of our wet spots. Once again we marked the distances. Cindy was pleased that she could put her dry panties and her shorts back on. Alex and I were more interested in looking at her nice fuzzy pussy. Cindy told us that it wasn’t exactly fair that she was half-naked and that we just pulled our cocks out through our openings. When she suggested that we boys go bottomless too, Alex reminded her that we were already topless and that we would be naked. Cindy just smiled and asked us if we wanted to see her naked too. You bet we did. She just smiled and started to walk away from us. Then she turned and said, “Maybe tomorrow. We’ll see. But it’ll cost you.”

We couldn’t wait until the next day to see my sister naked. We liked her pussy but it was her tits that we really wanted to see. I had checked her drawer and found out that Cindy wore size 32-B bras.

The next day when Cindy came to find us she asked us if we still wanted to see her naked, we said yes.