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Subject: {ASSM} More Than Bath Time 01 {R Grunwald} (bg mild ws)
Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 21:10:04 -0500
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More Than Bath Time 01 {R Grunwald} (bg mild ws)

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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