Felicia stretched her arms over her head, the otter's muzzle opening wide in a yawn as she returned to the guest room at her brother's house. It wasn't terribly large, and was stuck right at the top and front of the three-story building, with only a single tiny window. In the summer the room was boiling hot, but it was perfectly fine right now in late December. Through the small window Felicia could see it was snowing outside, and she peered out at the quiet streets of the small town her brother lived in. The only illumination came from the few lights on in other houses nearby, making for quite an idyllic scene.

Withdrawing from the window, she opened up her suitcase and bent down to dig around inside. Her parents would be arriving tomorrow and would need the bedroom on the second floor anyway. Her other relatives coming for the Christmas get-together were staying in other hotels or B&B's nearby. In exchange for getting to stay at the same house as the upcoming party, Felicia had been enlisted with helping her older brother move Christmas decorations out of the attic, a somewhat exhausting task – but at the end of it the place had looked far more festive, and after dinner they'd caught up a bit over some eggnog and fruitcake. It wasn't nearly as good as her grandmother's, but maybe she would bring some with her-

As Felicia tugged her nightgown out from the suitcase, something fell from it and landed on the other clothes she had brought with her. She blushed a little as she recognized the dildo she had slipped into her suitcase while packing back at home, and in a reflex quickly covered it up even though she was alone in the room. She'd been sorely tempted by all the things in the attic – it was a large space that ran almost the whole perimeter of the top floor, save for the room she was in right now, making a big U shape. And all of the boxes, old clothing, bits of furniture stored up there, and other things that seemed practically forgotten had been silently begging for her to 'wash' them.

She bit her lip, whiskers twitching as she glanced around, and sneakily tugged the dildo back out, concealing it in the folds of her nightgown. She'd done well enough to resist both the urge and the thoughts about spraying her brother's things; as much as she loved to indulge her kink whenever and wherever she could get away with it under normal circumstances, this wasn't a dirty restroom or a car that was going to be cleaned anyway or some outdoor wall that would get rained on eventually. As fun as it would have been to drench the boxes of decorations in a shower of her otter urine until the cardboard was completely soaked through and-

Shaking her head, she took a breath, and stashed the dildo under the pillow on the bed while she went about with her other bedtime preparations, getting changed and then slipping down to the second floor bathroom, intending to brush her teeth and pee before sleeping. But the intrusive thoughts didn't leave her head, and she shifted from foot to foot as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror with her toothbrush in hand, not from the need to pee but rather from her growing arousal. Earlier she'd been able to distract herself with the labor of carrying decorations down and putting them up, or by talking to her brother, but now she had nothing to take her mind off of how incredibly hot it would be to squat over a box of junk and just let loose on all the contents inside of it until-

A little whine escaped her. After she finished cleaning her teeth and brushing her hair she grabbed a spare towel from the cabinet by the sink, and hurried back upstairs. She could pee later, after coming back down to clean herself up after a little self-pleasure. Closing her door and climbing into the bed, she retrieved the dildo from under the pillow before lying down. Pushing the bedcovers down, she left the towel on the bed next to her, tugging her nightgown upwards to expose her lower body.

Her loins were already a mess: not only were her pussylips glistening wet from her arousal, so were her inner thighs, and she rubbed the towel against them briefly to clean them up a little. The contact of the soft terrycloth against her sensitive snatch only served to turn her on further though, and she groaned through clenched teeth, not wanting to make too much noise.

Teasing the tip of the toy against her wet pussylips, Felicia clamped her left hand over her muzzle, her eyes closed. The dildo was really just a means to an end; what was really turning her on so much was all the mental images flashing through her mind of the 'missed opportunities' from before. Pissing all over the tinsel, and hearing it rustle; showering pee onto the tree decorations and hearing them rattle, or maybe even echo since they were hollow; soaking the 'Merry Christmas' banners and seeing the fabric darken...

"Mmf, mmh!" Felicia's noises were muffled by her hand, and she rocked her hips back and forth, slowly pumping the toy in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Her eyes were shut tight as she let her imagination run wild. Why stop at the boxes? There was an old cabinet up there with some books she was sure hadn't been touched since they'd been moved in, and she thought of standing right by them to pee all over the lower shelves. Or maybe one of the spare suitcases, she could just open it up and pee all over the inside of it. Or maybe-

She heard the door open beside her, and she let out a squeak, her hands immediately reaching for the bedcovers to pull them over her lap. Looking over to her side, she saw her brother coming in, and in both a frustrated and angry tone she yelled, "Andreeeeeeeee!"

Her older brother, an otter like her with swept-back brown hair, and currently wearing a fluffy gray bathrobe, seemed momentarily stunned at what he had walked in on. Despite being flustered by the moment, he managed to give a small chuckle and cleared his throat before joking, "Having fun, Felicia?"

"Don't you know how to knock?" she snapped, not just annoyed at him but also incredibly frustrated about being interrupted when she had been so deep in the moment. It didn't help that in her haste to cover herself up she hadn't even pulled the toy out, and now with her brother there she couldn't do so, meaning she still felt her vaginal walls pressing against it.

"It's my house," Andre replied with a shrug, only annoying her further; her parents had had the exact same mentality back when she'd lived with them. Just because it was his house didn't mean he couldn't respect common courtesy! Unfortunately, he'd seemed to have the same line of thought as he added, "As I seem to recall you being told way back by mom..."

Felicia gave a frustrated groan. "Don't remind me!" she insisted, but the scolding she had received late into her teens after being caught once still made her burn with fresh embarrassment all these years later. "Why are you even up here? Do you just walk in on your guests for fun?"

Still holding onto the door handle with one hand, he raised an eyebrow and replied, "Well, no, I was just going to let you know that I probably wouldn't be around tomorrow when you got up – I need to go get mom and dad from the airport." Smirking, he went on, "Though do be aware that that bed frame you're on creaks quite a bit, so if I were you I wouldn't be too vigorous about... how did mom put it all those years ago...?"

Shooting him a mad glare, Felicia snapped, "Oh, don't act like you never got a talking-to from dad after he found your magazines!" Huffing in annoyance, she added, "Or when you thought you could sneak that girl home during high school!"

"Okay, okay," Andre relented, holding his free hand up and motioning for her to calm down. "I get it, you've grown up." He chuckled before continuing teasingly, "You're not that shy and demure little girl I used to know any more. That's a pity, she was much cuter."

"Just get out," she grumbled at him.

"Sure thing," he replied, partly closing the door before stopping. "I'll leave you and your little friend alone so you can finish what you were doing."

"Yeah, sure, like you don't have a fleshlight hidden in your bedroom," Felicia fired back.

"Maybe, maybe. I'm not judging. You do whatever gets you off. Goodnight, Felicia." And with that he closed the door the rest of the way, and she heard the stairs creaking as he went down them a few moments later.

With a sigh, she flopped onto her back on the bed. Her mood had been killed, and she withdrew the dildo from her slit, unfolding the towel to clean it and herself. Even though her arousal was gone, her loins still burned after being teased with no release. She wouldn't be able to sleep for a while. Grabbing her phone off the bedside table, she thought of venting her frustrations to Sammy, but the other otter wasn't showing up as online on the messenger app, and she remembered that Sammy was visiting family of her own.

Felicia returned her phone to the table and stared up at the ceiling, wide awake. A few thoughts crossed her mind as she lay there in silence: the remnants of the mental images of her hosing down the contents of the attic, and her brother's parting words of 'you do whatever gets you off'. Seeing Sammy's name on her contact list had also reminded her of some of the other otter's stories she had (eventually) told, where on a few occasions she had gotten some payback with her pee. Felicia's fingers brushed over her abdomen; she never had ended up peeing while she was down in the bathroom, after all...

She waited for a little while, passing the time by venting to Sammy anyway, leaving messages that her friend would see whenever she got the chance. It made her feel a little better, and when Andre didn't return to pester her again after a good fifteen minutes or so, Felicia made up her mind and got out of bed, leaving the towel and toy behind. The only thing she bothered to take with her was her phone, so that she could have a light source less obvious than turning on the attic's lights.

Sticking her feet into her slippers by the door, she turned off the lights first, then slowly opened her door to avoid making any noise, before slipping out and creeping over to the door to the attic. She listened out for any sign of her brother, but it seemed like he had gone to bed – from a glance over the railing she couldn't see any lights coming from anywhere else in the house, and even his own bedroom door didn't have any light shining through from the gap at the bottom. Still, she remained as stealthy as she could as she opened the attic door slowly, stepping inside and closing the door completely before activating her phone's light.

It didn't do much to illuminate the pitch black room, but that was for the best, as it would help avoid drawing attention to her. The attic at least had wooden panels over the insulation and had a proper floor, so she didn't need to worry about putting her foot through the ceiling of the rooms below. All the Christmas decorations had been stored in the area left of the attic entrance, so she went to the right instead; anything she did there wouldn't be found for a long time...

She went quietly, carefully testing each step she took before putting her full weight on the floorboards just in case any of them creaked under her. She had to stay hunched over a little bit as well, as most of the attic was underneath the sloping parts of the roof. But it didn't take long for her to find something promising: a clothing rack, not unlike the kind found at a clothing store, with casters on the bottom. The whole thing was just made out of metal pipes, but it served its purpose, with the topmost pipe serving as a place for all the hangers to hang from. And everything on it was all men's summer wear – t-shirts, shorts, short-sleeved shirts, thin pants, and so on. Most of it was very gaudily decorated with floral print or bright colors or both, which was probably why it had been consigned to the attic. On the other hand, Andre had never really had an eye for fashion...

A grin crossed Felicia's face, perking up her whiskers. Now she just needed a way to reach it all. She could take the clothes off the rack, but she'd have to put them back up while they were wet to properly conceal the deed, and the idea didn't appeal to her. Turning, she swept the beam of light around, looking for something she might be able to use. There just wasn't space for her to be able to stand on anything, but...

The phone's light illuminated some dining table chairs that were stacked up together, and Felicia considered it. Creeping over to them, she pressed her free hand down against the topmost one; it had a cushion on its seat, and the chairs did seem to be made to be stackable, so the stack was quite stable. Though, it was too heavy to move with one hand, so she set her phone down nearby in a way that still illuminated the area, allowing her to grab the stack with both hands and carry it over to the clothing rack, setting it down gently on the floor to avoid making any noise.

With the chairs in position she retrieved her phone, hiked up her nightgown, and climbed up onto the chair stack, carefully leaning back, her shoulders touching the inside of the sloping roof before she could lean too far. The chairs were still stable, shifting only slightly under her weight, and she grinned as she took aim by spreading her legs out wide, pulling her nightgown up to just under her breasts. She used her right hand to reach down and spread her pussylips, shifting her hips to the very edge of the chairs, while her left hand held her phone so she could see the mess she was about to make.

Taking heavy breaths to relax, she kept her mouth closed firmly as she gave a soft sigh when she felt her bladder starting to release. Though the stream soon arced out to the rack of clothing, for the first half-second or so it didn't quite make it and splashed a wet line across the floor between Felicia and the clothing rack, sprinkling a cardboard box that was stored under the clothes between the bottom parts of the rack. The arch of pale otter urine also broke up just after its apex, but the shower of droplets reached the clothes themselves and began splashing across the ones nearest to her regardless.

In the near-total silence of the attic, Felicia could clearly hear the hissing of her stream as it left her urethra, and the gentle pattering of stray droplets as they landed on the floor or struck the cardboard boxes underneath. She let out another quiet groan, her ears flicking; the sound was turning her on just as much as the sight, and she started to wiggle and twist her hips to send the spray of piss splashing across more of the clothes. The droplets reflected the light from her phone, which was shaking a little bit from her movements despite her best efforts to hold it steady, and she took in the sight of her piss spraying and soaking the rack of clothes.

Some stray droplets struck the pipes at the sides of the rack itself, ringing off of it quietly, only making Felicia's returning arousal burn more fiercely. Trying to be quiet despite the groans and squeaks she gave in excitement, she went as wild as she could, sometimes clenching her muscles to spray harder, showering a wider area with her pee, not even caring about the droplets that missed entirely when she wiggled her hips a little too energetically. The clothes in the middle were so wet that they were dripping down onto the floor and the boxes below, only adding to the sight.

Disappointment surged in her when she felt herself starting to run low, but Felicia was determined to use every drop. Tilting her phone to lower the beam of light, she kept shifting about in her seat to paint the boxes under the clothes, listening to the pattering sound of her piss against the cardboard and how it changed as the material was soaked. As her stream waned further, she clenched her muscles as if to force out the final squirts a little earlier than she normally would, momentarily bringing the spray of her piss back up a little more before it finally ran out and she left another wet line on the floor leading back to her.

Panting heavily from excitement and arousal, Felicia moved her fingers inward to rub them against her pussy, sitting up a bit to get into a more comfortable position. Her snatch was soaking wet, again; her arousal had returned in full force. No, it was even MORE intense now that she had actually gotten to indulge her kink. She was intensely riled up, and she began masturbating again immediately, rubbing her middle finger up and down over her clit for a few seconds, then dipping her fingers into her vaginal tunnels properly. She didn't want to leave to go get the toy, instead preferring to stay where she was, watching the soaked clothes drip, listening to the sound of the droplets falling onto the floor or the rack or the boxes, and replaying the whole thing in her mind.

It had been everything she'd wanted and more. The rush of excitement, the sights, the sounds, all of it. She'd been so caught up that she'd even forgotten it was her brother's things and why she had been doing it in the first place. Could she do it again? The thought turned her on even further; what if she kept coming back while she was staying here and made this rack of clothes her own personal toilet? Her fingers dipped in and out of her slit faster, and she rubbed at her clit more firmly, closing her eyes again and pressing her muzzle into the back of her elbow to muffle herself.

More and more vivid mental images flashed through her mind. What if she squatted over those boxes? What about the chairs she was on? Her body trembled and she squeaked as she fingered herself more vigorously. What was even in the boxes? Would it be hotter to open them up and pee inside? Or would it be better to leave them closed and keep it a mystery about what exactly she was drenching? And what if-

Her eyes shot open and she stared up, unfocused, moaning into her arm as she pushed herself to a climax. She felt her vaginal walls convulse around her fingers, squirting her nectar over them and onto the cushion of the chair she was on. Her body trembled from the intensity of her orgasm, and for a few moments, more mental images flashed through her mind of her dousing the boxes in more than just her pee, as her juices soaked into the cushion below her. Her tail-tip was a blur, and she shuddered for several seconds more before she came down from her peak and was left panting through her nose in recovery.

Felicia remained where she was to revel in her afterglow, savoring the moment. But eventually she came down from the haze of pleasure, and her rational thoughts returned to her. Her loins were a sticky mess after her orgasm, as were her fingers. She should have brought the towel after all...

Climbing down from her perch, she shined the light along the rack of clothes. They were all wet and dripping... well, almost all. At the rightmost side, a pair of shorts had been shielded from her spray by the shirt behind them. Fortunately they were a soft material and not denim, so she grabbed the hangar they were clipped to, and pressed the seat of the shorts against her slit and inner thighs to clean herself up a bit, wiping her fingers on the front of the shorts before she hung them back up. Her breathing gradually steadied as she did, and finally satisfied, she decided to leave the chairs where they were.

Before she left, she took a moment to admire her work, regretting not recording the whole thing. But she could still take some pictures to remember the occasion by, and did just that, stepping around the rack to get a few good shots of the dripping clothing on it. Smirking, she remarked to herself, "Here's an extra present for a very... special brother," before grinning wide, her whiskers perking up, as she made her way back out from the attic.
