Unspoken Pleasure

Last Time: the Campbell family took some pills and things went really wrong. Or really right, depending on how you look at it. There was piss play, incest, and insemination. But the medicine is gone and they're all better now. Eh, not so much. Everyone is over 18.

It was the kind of night that was meant to be savored. The clear, starry sky. The cool, clean air. It all combined to be comfortable in an almost primal way. But the events of the day conspired against the Campbell clan. James, Christine, and their three children -- Lexi, Austin, and Molly -- were all exhausted. The family felt shattered, body and mind. They'd planned this trip as one last outing before the kids went off to school, to their lives, and abandoned their parents to empty nest-hood. The family had bought a new car, reserved a campsite next to a lake in the middle of nowhere, and headed out to drink down the final dregs of summer.

But then Christine, as part of her ongoing health kick, suggested everyone take a special supplement. Something to 'get them going.' Well it definitely did that. First the family couldn't stop peeing. Then, worse, they couldn't stop fucking. Sister and brother. Father and daughter. Mother and son.

But as the sun sank down, it seemed like the family had finally overcome the chemicals in their systems. They all sat around the campfire, silent, simmering in everything they'd done to each other.

The Campbells worked their way through dinner mechanically. Everyone struggled to speak. They couldn't even look each other in the eyes. The evening may have appeared like Eden, but it felt like Hell, and they all just wanted it to end. So, tentatively -- like their beds might be filled with poisonous spiders or worse -- the family agreed to call it a night. James and Christine went to their tent. Lexi and Molly went to theirs. Austin climbed into his single. The world went quiet.

*

Lexi woke up with a start. Her younger sister, Molly, was still slumbering peacefully next to her. The tall, lithe brunette reflexively reached down to her twisted ankle. It was throbbing dully. In fact, her whole body ached. Then Lexi felt it. She had to pee. Oh no. Not again.

Lexi leapt out of her sleeping bag and raced to the front of the tent. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts that covered little more than her underwear, but she couldn't risk the time to conceal herself further. It was hard for Lexi to feel embarrassed about the exposure, though -- her family had already seen a lot more skin than she was showing in that moment.

The eldest Campbell girl unzipped the front of her tent and rushed outside. The evening air was cool, but pleasant. Frogs and crickets chorused in the distance. Lexi looked longingly off toward the toilets. It was a ten-minute hike, and that was on two good legs. Plus, if this really was another emergency, the pee would end up in her bottoms before she ever made it anywhere near the bathrooms.

Instead, Lexi limped to the far side of the campsite, back between the family SUV and the tree-line. She pushed her shorts down around her ankles, squatted, and let go. In the silence of the evening, her stream of pee seemed loud enough to echo. Lexi shifted a bit, angling herself to keep her piss away from her legs as much as possible. She noticed her ankle wasn't hurting nearly as bad as before. Squatting was uncomfortable, but not excruciating.

Even better, her pee felt 'normal.' That is, it wasn't shooting out of her cooch like a damned fire hose. It didn't ache in her tummy at all. Instead it was just the usual, late-night-gotta-go stream of urine.

Lexi sighed in relief. Waking up with that urge again had been scary. If it was all starting again, she wasn't sure what she would do. Being with her brother had been unexpected. Terrifying. Also, really really awesome. Which was scary in and of itself.

Then seeing the rest of the family caught in the same throes: Molly, Mom. Dad. Oh God with Dad. That had been the most frightening thing of all. Not because of the situation. Lexi had felt so safe in her Daddy's arms. No what worried Lexi -- what really haunted her -- was something far more complicated.

With Austin it had been easy. Not the sex (although, also, yes), but because it had clearly been the chemicals coursing through their veins. Lexi could say with confidence that, in that moment, she simply had no other options. Her body had dragged her into it. They could have been doing it on the train tracks -- locomotive racing towards them -- and the siblings wouldn't have even paused in plowing each other.

But with James. With her Dad... Had Lexi felt that same urge? The brunette girl couldn't say for sure. In that moment, with her brother and mother humping in the grass nearby, Lexi had felt desire for her father. No doubt. But was it the same driving need? That was something far less definitive. In other words, there was a chance Lexi had actually chosen to fuck her father. And -- oh God -- there was no word for how that made Lexi feel. Guilty-frightened-dirty-horrible-broken- thrilled. That.

Lexi finished peeing with a sigh. If only the consequences of her actions could leak away as easily as the uncontrollable pissing apparently had. Just wash right out of her system. Lexi slowly stood, regretted that she had nothing to wipe with, then shrugged and pulled up her shorts.

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She was about to turn back to the tents when she heard the crunch of footsteps. Felt someone standing nearby.

"Hey." It was Austin. He must have walked over while she was doing her business. Lexi's little brother was wearing a pair of long pajama pants, but no shirt. He was quite muscular, Lexi thought, with sculpted pecs and a defined, six-pack stomach. Austin waved slightly and tucked his head into his chest. He stepped closer till they were standing right next to each other.

"Couldn't even let me pee in peace, huh perv?" Lexi said, reflexively. Austin flinched, and Lexi regretted it immediately. God, why do I have to be such a bitch?

"No, it's fine," Austin said, "It's my bad. I should have seen what you were doing. Anyway, I'm sorry. For a lot of stuff actually."

Lexi reflected that her brother hadn't seemed too upset about the ordeal before. In fact, he'd acted pleased as a peacock. Now, though, the way he seemed unable to even glance at his older sister -- maybe he really did feel remorse. Not that he had done anything wrong, either. Fuck this was all one big, intractable tangle.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"I know right?" Austin continued, "I was feeling pretty good for a bit. About everything. I mean, it wasn't our fault, right? But when I got into my tent, it was like all the guilt was already in there waiting for me. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even lie still, I was wracked with it. Everything running through my mind. And then I saw you were up, and I thought that maybe you were struggling to sleep, too. I don't know. You're right, I'm an ass."