Fucked Up Family Pt. 01

James could only smile wryly. Once again, Christine's health kick had gotten the whole family right in the groin. Finally, James' piss dripped to a stop. He couldn't imagine there was any more liquid inside of him. But he'd thought the same thing the last time.

James looked down and saw Molly still lying back. If her jeans had been soaked before they were absolutely dripping now. They probably had more pee in them than denim.

"You got a little on me," Molly said. James was appalled, but his youngest daughter smiled at him and giggled. "I think we're past the point of caring, Daddy." Without another word, Molly reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. She started to push them over her wide hips. James stared, entranced.

"Hard to do..." Molly said, grunting, "All that pee makes the cloth really stiff and tight."

"Sorry, hon," James said, "Let me help. He reached down. Pee soaked his hands as soon as he grabbed the seams. He felt someone sidle up next to him and looked over. Christine was standing there, completely bottomless. She must have tossed her pants and underwear off at some point between peeing by the tables and racing over to help her husband and daughter.

Suddenly James felt very self-conscious. There he was with his cock out, next to his bare-assed wife, both of them standing over their daughter and trying to pull her pants off. Christine must have had the same notion because she started to laugh hysterically.

Molly whimpered, and James watched his wife's face quickly shift from mirth to misery.

"I'm sorry," Christine said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about here. Let's hurry up and get these soaking clothes off so we can go change.

Together, the three of them managed to get Molly's jeans over her ample ass and around her knees. James froze. He was staring right at his youngest daughter's bare pussy. A matting of blonde curls on her pubis, almost exactly like her mother's. Only Molly's body was way more generous. James had heard the term baby-making hips. His little girl had whole family-makers.

James started to pull Molly's pants down lower, but Christine wasn't helping. He turned and found her staring at him. At his dick. Dammit, somehow in all the excitement, he'd gotten hard. Christine opened her mouth -- to chastise him? To tell him that it was just a natural thing and nothing to worry about? James never found out. Because suddenly his daughter shouted.

"Oh fuck NO!"

James felt a warm splash hit his bare leg. He looked down and saw that Molly was pissing, again, straight up out of her blonde pussy and onto his leg.

"Oh God Daddy, I'm so sorry," Molly said. Her face going even brighter red. "I didn't even feel it coming and now it's..."

"Oh shit," Christine said. James looked over and saw that his wife was peeing, too. The urine winding its way down her thigh and even splashing a bit onto their daughter's feet. James' own cock tremored, and he knew he was about to do the same.

He did his best to move, but it was already coming. A massive burst of urine spattered right on his daughter's chest. He turned quickly, but over corrected and the stream hit his wife's bare pussy instead. Finally, James straightened and turned, pissing safely into the forest.

It was already too late. All three of them were now covered in each other's urine and still erupting like fountains. The heady stink of urea mixed with the fresh scent of pine from the nearby trees.

For a moment, James spared a thought for his two other offspring. Were Alexis and Austin suffering the same thing way out on the trail? God, James really hoped that wasn't the case, though he couldn't imagine how they might have been spared that fate. He hoped they'd at least gotten a bit more warning and found a proper place to pee. If they'd soaked their pants out there, well, it was going to be a long, bottom-less walk down the hill. Maybe it served them right for the way they'd been acting lately

"Where is it all coming from?" Molly asked. Her piss still arcing up and splashing her legs, her father.

"I can't even imagine," Christine said. No one tried to cover themselves up. Whatever hopes they had of dignity had been pissed away. "Dean down at the health shop said it was some kind of cleanser. I had no idea."

"Hon, I think you should demand a refund," James said. The three of them laughed. Gradually, they all stopped peeing.

"Let's get back to the tents," Christine said, "These clothes are all ruined. We need to get out of them before we make it worse."

"I really am so sorry," Molly said.

"It's OK sweetie," Christine said, "You did your best. What's done is done."

"Sadly, I don't think we're even close to done," James said.

Before the next shared hose-down could begin, the family members raced to rip off their soaked clothes. Molly's pants and underwear were already around her knees, so she had no trouble getting rid of them. Her shirt was covered in her Dad's pee, too, so she took that off -- bra and all. She got off the ground, now completely naked in front of her parents.

James stared at his daughter's chest. He knew she was better endowed than her mother, but holy fuck he'd never realized. His daughter had a goddamn RACK. In fact, Molly's whole body was incredible. Those huge tits and light pink nipples, wide hips, and tidy little pussy. Blonde hair hanging down almost like a mermaid. People said Molly had a bad body? Were they insane?

This was the most fuckable woman James had ever seen, Internet included. His cock shot up, hard as steel. James looked over and saw Christine staring at him. Shaking her head. "It's OK," she whispered, "It's OK."

James gaped as his wife reached down and took off her own shirt, revealing her tan, six-pack stomach and a little black sports bra. She took that off as well and her little titties jiggled. James couldn't help but notice that his wife's nipples were erect, like little coral-colored spires poking outward.

"Only fair," Christine said and shrugged. James took off his shirt as well. The three of them spent a moment, eyeing each other's naked bodies. Openly appraising. Then they seemed to realize what they were doing and it broke the spell. They started to walk back to camp.

After all that, they still had to stop one more time to piss on the way. James stood amazed as his urine flew outward into the forest. His wife and his daughter squatting on either side of him. Both their pussies leaking out long, yellow streams. He imagined that from a distance they looked like three people forming a performance art-style penis with him as the shaft and the two women on either side of him as testicles. Everything seems dirty when you're horny, James reflected. Then realized that he really, truly, shouldn't be feeling that way. Problem was, he couldn't make himself stop.

"You know, the stupid thing is we should probably try to drink more," Christine said as she continued to pee, "Or we're going to get dehydrated."

"Isn't that like putting out a fire with a grenade, Mom?" Molly asked.

"Your Mom's right," James said, but in his head he agreed with his baby girl.

Eventually, mother, father, and daughter limped back to the camp. The picnic table was surrounded by a pond of Christine's piss, so James walked around it to the tents, planning to find new clothes. His youngest daughter followed him. Christine, carrying the soaking clothes, was over by the car. She lifted up the trunk, clearly planning to use it as a makeshift clothesline. This was all completely normal, except for the fact that all three of them were completely naked.

It felt strange to stand outside in the breeze looking at his wife's tits and pussy, James thought. Comparing them to his daughter's. They had almost the same vaginas, both with blonde pubes and tidy nether lips. But the rest of them were so different. Christine taut and lithe. Even her tits seemed a bit triangular. But Molly was so curvaceous. James felt his cock stir. He was going to piss again. He could feel it. There was another pain. He aimed for the fire pit, once again.

Nothing happened.

James looked down at his cock and realized he'd never seen it harder. It looked a bit bigger than he remembered, as well. Like another, longer, thicker penis had been placed where his original had sat. Not that James had anything to be embarrassed about before, but this was something else entirely.

The urge to piss overwhelmed him once again. He tried pushing it out, but nothing came. His skin felt itchy all over. His heart raced.

Suddenly James realized that he didn't need to pee at all.

*

Up on the forest trail, Lexi watched in horror as Austin yelped and spun off the tree where he'd been leaning. In one frantic burst he unbuttoned his pants and ripped them down to his knees.

"What are you...?" Lexi shouted, "Oh my God put that thing away!"

"I can't help it, sis," Austin said, quickly spinning away from her. "I need to piss so... Ahhhhhh." He groaned as a long arc of yellow liquid streamed out of him. Lexi watched her brother's bare, muscular bottom clench as the urine shot out, but she couldn't see anything else, fortunately. Thank heaven for small acts of decency. No sister should see her brother's...

Lexi felt a pain in her gut and knew it was now or never. Following her brother's lead, she quickly thrust down her pants and underwear. She squatted and gasped as a massive cascade of piss shot out of her. Some of it caught on her pants and panties and Lexi tried to shift so she was only peeing on the ground. It mostly worked. The hardest part was doing it all while balancing on the one leg. Fuck, her ankle was fucking killing her. There was only way this day could get any worse.

"Don't turn around," Lexi said, angrily.

"It got you, too, huh?" Austin said over the splashing sounds of his urine.

It felt to Lexi like her piss was going on forever. She couldn't remember ever having to go this bad or for this long. I'm a fucking faucet. Then the stream finally subsided. Lexi started to stand, careful to baby her bad ankle.

"I think... I think it's stopping now," Austin said. Lexi heard him pulling his pants back up. She kept her own eyes safely in front of her. "Goddamn that was weird," Austin said, "Feels kinda good now, though. Right? Satisfying almost."

Lexi didn't even bother answering him. Although she did feel oddly refreshed. Even a bit tingly. Like her body really was cleansed. Lexi reached down for her underwear. Her panties were wet, but she couldn't go without them. Not with her brother right there. She didn't want to walk in urine undies, either though. Suddenly, without warning, another stream shot out of Lexi's pussy and answered the question for her. It burst out before she could stop it and now it was all over everything. Pants, underwear -- all of it soaked in her own piss.

Lexi's legs shook, trembled. On the one leg, she couldn't maintain the squat and trying to hold the position only made the urine stream down her own thighs. Fucking hell!

"Oh fuck!" Austin said. He'd clearly started again, as well.

"Fucking Christine and her fucking pills," Lexi said, "You were going to take two of them remember?"

"Oh my God," Austin said, "I can't even imagine. I'd be worse than that waterfall down there."

"Do you think it's happening to them, too?" Lexi asked.

"Oh God... Probably. I mean, they took the same stuff, right?"

"I bet you wish you were down there with them right now," Lexi said, wedging herself up between her one good leg and the tree. Her stream of pee finally splashing mostly on the ground.

"Cause we'd be near the bathroom? Hell yeah," Austin said.

"So you could be near Christine," Lexi said, teasing, "Her pants around her ankles. Maybe she'd clean your little pee-pee for you, too."

"What?" Austin said, "That's crazy."

"Oh come on, it's so obvious," Lexi said, "How you talk to her? I mean, even the way you stare when you think no one's looking. You totally have the hots for Mom."

"I do not," Austin said, "Besides, you're no better with Dad."

"Clearly you have me confused with our other sister," Lexi said. It came out sad and she didn't know why.

"So, Molly wants Dad and I want Mom. And who do you want, sister perfect?"

"No one," Lexi said. But as she spoke, she knew it was a lie.

Lexi's piss finally subsided once again. She leaned back against the tree. The tall brunette subconsciously brushed at her exposed pussy with her hand. She stepped completely out of her underwear and shorts. They were ruined. Her legs were sticky and everything smelled like piss. At least she'd managed to miss her backpack. Still plenty of water to drink, Lexi thought to herself with a laugh.

Lexi glanced back at her younger brother. Austin was still standing facing the other way. His calves, biceps and buttocks all tensed as he squirted out the last of his stream. Lexi sighed. There was no other way.

"Fuck, Austin I have a problem," Lexi said. Admitting it felt like surrender, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

"You wet yourself?" he asked.

"That's not funny," Lexi said, getting angry. God, why did he have to be such a...

"I did the same thing," Austin said, "My boxers, my pants, they're ruined."

"Dammit," Lexi said, "What do we do now?"

"Walk back to camp, I guess," Austin said, "I know Dad said not to come back till we're fixed, but I think if we both show up like this he'll let it slide. Especially if the same thing happened to them."

"That's a whole other problem," Lexi said, "On the walk up? I twisted my ankle really bad."

"When you slipped on that rock?" Austin asked. Lexi couldn't help but be a little warmed by the fact that he'd even noticed. It almost felt like he was being protective of her.

"Yes, my ankle hurts like hell," Lexi said, "I don't think I can stand on it, let alone hike down the hill. Besides, what are we supposed to do? Both of us are naked from the waist down. You want us to just look straight ahead the whole time?"

"We could get dressed," Austin said, "I could carry you."

"I'm not putting these shorts back on," Lexi said, "They're disgusting. But I'm not letting you see my bare... parts either."

"Too late," Austin said. Lexi turned. Her brother was standing there, looking over her as she squatted. He was naked from the waist down. His penis pointed outwards. Of course, the perv had a massive erection from staring at his sister's...

Lexi jumped up to yell at him, but suddenly gripped her stomach in pain. Another stream of urine shot out. She felt something warm splash her. Lexi looked up and saw that Austin was standing there, pissing outward. It hit her leg. Her chest. Her sex. Everywhere as her younger brother spun around frantically trying to stop pissing on his sister.

"Fuck, Sis I'm so sorry!" Austin said. He tried to run away

"Oh no you don't," Lexi said. She jumped forward, forgetting about her ankle in the adrenaline of the moment, and grabbed her younger brother's shoulders, forcing him to stay in place. "I'm not going to stand here and let you stare at my... my parts and piss on me!"

"You're saying I have to show you my... parts and let you piss on me, too?" Austin asked. He cocked an eyebrow.

Lexi almost laughed. OK, it was a silly statement, but in her head it all made sense. She didn't know why she did it, but in the moment it felt even. Balanced. You pissed on me, so I'll piss on you. You saw my pussy, so I'll look at your cock. My brother's long, thick cock, Lexi thought. Clearly, she wasn't thinking clearly at all. But it didn't stop her.

Lexi squeezed Austin's shoulders tighter and stared straight down at his dick as he covered her in his piss. And she did the same to him. The tall brunette tried to stand close, so her stream leaked onto her brother's shaft, but mostly she got his feet. Lexi tried to angle herself better, but her biology didn't really work that way.

The siblings stood right in front of each other, looking at each other's most private parts while they gushed. This didn't feel like revenge anymore. This was something else entirely.

Lexi stared at her brother with a new appreciation. His ropy arms and chest covered in a little bit of blond hair. Taut stomach clenched, so defined that Lexi couldn't help but imagine tracing her hands along his muscles. Down to the junction of his legs. A thin patch of blond pubic hair. And then IT. His thing. His cock. He really does have a nice dick, Lexi thought again, longer and thicker than my ex's. She wondered at it -- how it might feel in her hands, her mouth -- then stopped herself.

Austin stepped away. They'd both, finally, stopped peeing.

"Well this is ruined," Lexi said, looking down at her t-shirt -- it was spattered with her brother's piss.

"Wait," Austin said, holding out his hand. "We're both half-naked in the woods already, are you sure you want to..."

Lexi glared at her brother. "What exactly do you expect me to do, genius?"

"I'm sorry," Austin said, "Of course. I'm sorry, Lexi. I didn't want you to do something you'd regret later."

"Too late now," Lexi said. Don't think she missed the fact that Austin called her Lexi, either. Somehow it made what she was about to do next feel... Well, not right exactly. OK, at least.

Lexi lifted off her shirt and bra. Stood naked in front of her brother. He stared back at her. His cock somehow seemed to go straighter. Darker. His eyes didn't move from her breasts. Her pussy. Shyly, she started to cover herself with her arms.

"Alexis... I mean, Lexi?" Austin said in a strange little boy voice, "I think something's wrong."

"Gee, thanks bro. You're the best."

"No. Fuck. You're fucking awesome. It's..." Austin looked down at his crotch.

"You have to pee again?" Lexi asked.

"I don't think so," Austin said, "I mean it feels like I do but when I try to go it just... It hurts now. Like, a lot."

"What hurts?" Lexi asked. But she felt it too. A strange pressure right at her sex. Like she had to piss really badly, somehow even worse than before. She tried to push but no liquid came out. Great, like pissing forever wasn't enough, now she had a UTI because of it.

The pain intensified. It was like a burning. An ache. And suddenly Lexi knew exactly what she needed to do.

*

Molly stood naked in front of the tent. Her father was standing right next to her. Her Mom was over by the car, hanging up their piss-soaked clothes. Molly knew she should be embarrassed, standing naked in front of her parents. But something about the way her Daddy looked at her when she exposed herself. It made her want to be nude for him all the time.

Daddy was naked, too. Molly looked over at her father. His graying chest hair and muscular body. Something about the pissing had made his penis... Well it stuck out in front of him like a divining rod. It was dark, full, and even seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat. Holy fuck it was the biggest one Molly had ever seen. Internet included.

Molly's father stood there, staring out to nothing. He had a strange, pained expression on his face. Like he was reliving a bad memory. Molly didn't understand it. Then she felt it -- that same familiar pain that meant she had to go again. At this point she hardly cared. She was already sticky with piss -- and not only her own. The curvy blonde stepped a little away from the tent, spread her legs, and pushed it out.

Only nothing came.

The pain, the urge, got even worse.

"Daddy?" Molly asked.

Her father looked at his baby girl out of the sides of his eyes. He didn't move a muscle. Just grunted.

Molly grabbed her stomach and bent over in pain. God, this was so bad. There was like a... a heat radiating out of her sex. A throbbing ache. But every time she squeezed those PC muscles, nothing came out. Oh God this was somehow even worse than before. Molly had wished to stop pissing, desperately, but now all she could hope for was a little bit of urine. So maybe this horrific pain would finally subside.