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Subject: {ASSM} More Than Bath Time 01 {R Grunwald} (bg mild ws).txt
Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 02:10:05 -0500
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1.	Kids

When I was little, I used to take baths together with my sister. We
probably kept this up for too long.  We played little games then but
didn't realize anything was wrong. We didn't even know we were naked;
we were just playing in the tub.

Somewhere along the line my sister was deemed old enough to shower. 
I'm guessing this is somewhere around when she was 6, 7 or eight
because she had started school of some sort but I was still at home.

Anyway, I made a scene that I wanted to shower as well. The trouble
was I couldn't get the hot and cold water right.  Eventually, my
parents had enough of me.  The sent me upstairs and told my sister to
set the water for me.  No tub up there in that bathroom, just a shower
stall. But I liked it. I felt like a big kid up there, even with my
sister setting the water for me.

One time when she was sent up to set the shower for me, she tried to
cut in and take her shower right then.  She even said Mom wanted her
to.  I wouldn't give in.  Besides, I was already standing there in my
birthday suit.

Interesting, I suppose, that at that stage of life it was perfectly
natural to stand nude in front of my clothed sister without any
twinges of uneasiness. The only note that I noticed at all was my
clever response that since I was naked and she wasn't, I was supposed
to go first. Well, she wouldn't start the water because she knew I'd
just jump in.  I said she had her clothes on so she couldn't shower.

So she took her clothes off and then started the water.  I was
agitated now.  I knew for sure she would jump in ahead of me.  She was
picky about the temperature, so I jumped in ahead of her.  She got
mad, but then came in with me.  From then on we showered a lot
together.  My parents knew about it, but let it go.

We were pretty innocent, I think, but we did start peeing in the
shower.  It was just talk, then more than talk, and then finally sort
of a game.  We usually tried to pee down the drain, but at first she
didn't even want to try it.  Finally, she did try, but first she made
me stand way against the wall.  Then, I saw way.  The spray was kind
of wild but still sort of in the area of the drain.  It should have
been since she was standing right over the thing.

After that, she peed all the time, although she still made me move
away.  She soon got better aim, holding herself so that most of the
stream went right down the drain. She stopped being so picky about me
moving away.  That was overconfidence, though, because sometimes she
was still pretty wild. Once when I was close she got me on the foot. 
Then she got upset but couldn't stop her pee.  Instead she tried to
move away which only seemed to make her wilder.  She got me all over
one leg.

She didn't believe me at first that it felt good.  I told her it was
hot and stuff like that.  Mostly, she seemed to calm down when I made
the brilliant statement that it didn't really matter in the shower: We
were in a good place to clean up, weren't we?

The next time we were in the shower I told her I could pee on her
foot.  She looked kind of dubious, then said okay.  I had trouble
getting started. She kept saying, "come on," and that didn't help. 
Finally I got more than drips going and aimed at her foot.  She yanked
it back after the first hit but I followed her.  Then it was her
jumping around in what little room there was, one corner, then the
next, as I continued to shoot her feet.

She was giggling and screaming and making all kinds of noise. Then she
quieted down and stood still.  I finished peeing on her foot without
her moving at all. She didn't say anything but I was pretty sure she
had fun.

One time I didn't believe she was peeing, she said she was but I
didn't believe her. So I stuck my hand between her legs. I didn't
touch anything, but did feel the hot pee.  Of course, she was ticked
about that, but when I said I couldn't tell if she was peeing or not,
she calmed down.  She let me squat down and watch after that and it
was easier for me to see it start and stop.


The next time after that time that I stuck my hand into her pee, she
started telling me how lucky I was that I had a penis.  Then she
started asking how I aimed it.  I said I didn't know, just pointed it
in the right direction.

Finally, she asked if she could try it.  I wasn't sure about that, but
said, OK.  It felt funny at first when she touched me there.  Then I
couldn't pee.  So I got started first and then she held it.   At first
it was strange, but then I  found that it lot of fun and didn't mind a
bit.  She was inventive, however, starting with little circles, then
progressing on to "painting" the walls.  She liked aiming it straight
up, as well, which was how she managed to spray herself.  After that
she usually managed to have her feet or legs in the way when I peed.
		
Once I was sitting on the drain, trying to plug it up and get some
deeper water in the shower.  Of course, she decided right then that
she wanted to pee.

"Move out of the way," she said.

"No,"

"I gotta pee,"

"You can wait."

"No I can't."  She paused and then threatened, "I'll pee right on you
if you don't move."

"Big deal, you do anyway."

So she stood astraddle me.  I looked up and saw how she aimed herself.
 She pulled her little mounds apart.  I guess she wasn't thinking
about what I could see since she was normally wouldn't have done that
with me looking. Then she started peeing.  It wasn't quite the neatest
stream, certainly there was more spread than the way it looked from
above.

"Hey," I warned, "you're going to get me in the face."

"Serves you right," she said.  But she squatted down until she was
just above my lap, her face right in front of mine.  She stuck her
tongue out at me but kept right on peeing.  Most of it was right on my
penis and boy did that make me have to pee.

Just before she finished, I started to pee, shooting out behind her in
an arc.  I reached down and pointed my pee up at her crotch.  She
looked surprised as she dropped her eyes down to my penis.  She had a
couple more spurts left in her, then it was just me.

She was still squatting over me when I petered out.  Then, without
warning, she plopped down on me, her little mound against my penis.
She wriggled a little and said, "It's so warm."

That was the first time I had genital contact.  I knew it wasn't the
right thing to do.  I also knew that it felt good in some strange way
that I hadn't expected.  Much different from leg-to-leg or
back-to-back.

I finally said, "I'm sitting in a pool of pee.  Let me unplug this
drain."

She got up and she was looking at my pecker.  I think that was my
first hard-on.  It was just a little thing, but sticking straight up.
I stood up and then my sister said, "You're probably all full of pee. 
Should I wash you?"

Well, that surprised me.  She never would do anything for me.  I
think, now, it must have been my little hard-on. At least she spend a
lot of time sudsing my penis and little balls. It stayed hard the
whole time.  I wished afterwards that I had offered to wash her as
well.
								
Some time soon after that we were told that I was now old enough to
handle the shower on my own.  No more showers together.  I don't know
if the parents had any suspicions or not.  I think the simply thought
we were too old to be together now that she was near puberty. Maybe
they were right, but I missed our showers together.

A strange thing happened during the next year.  I don't know when, or
maybe it was gradual.  But without the casual nudity in the bathroom,
I became rather shy and modest.  I think I can say the same for my
sister.  She seldom, if ever, went naked after that.  Somewhere along
the way, she even began to act upset if she was caught in her
underwear.

I supposed, back then, that our bath times were over.

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