****** Three's a Crowd by Frank Jackson ******
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Three's a Crowd


The minute hand switched to the hour with an audible click. Bonnie turned her
head up at the clock, not actually needing verification. She and everyone else
in the office kept close watch on its face for most of the day's last fifteen
minutes. Seeing the actual configuration of the hands was, however, a
satisfaction in itself. Five o'clock on the nose: quitting time.

Bonnie looked across the room to Sheila's desk. Their eyes met. The brunette
winked and rose from her chair. She gathered paperwork together and filed it
away. Bonnie smiled, as much to herself as to her co-worker, and locked her
desk drawer. She went to the break room and began washing coffeepots. It was a
chore no one enjoyed, but it was her turn and the time it took would serve a
purpose. It allowed the rest of the secretarial pool to file out the doors and
into the elevators.

Only Sheila remained, and would be found in the restroom retouching her makeup.
Bonnie joined her there. Their eyes met again, and locked. Bonnie moved to the
other woman's side and lowered her cheek to the jacket shoulder. They stood
together, enjoying the closeness for a moment. They had waited days for such
intimacy. Now, Sheila knew, they would have to wait a few hours longer.

"That personal call I got today?" she whispered to the head on her shoulder,
"It was from my brother."

Bonnie raised her head, wondering why that should be important. Her friend
explained.

"He's waiting. Downstairs."

"No, Sheila."

"I know hon, but I can't help it. It's just for dinner."

"But I can't wait. Not that long. I had it all timed out."

"We'll just have to hold it for later," Sheila said, turning to her co-worker.
She lifted a hand to brush back a fallen lock of Bonnie's pale hair. "It won't
be so bad, you'll see."

"Well, I'll try, but I don't think I can wait that long."

"Go now, then. I'll have to, some anyway. No way I'm going to have an accident
in front of my little brother."

"This isn't how we planned it." Bonnie turned away stubbornly.

She wanted to let go right then and there. Doing that, however, would surely
spoil any plans for their night on the town together. She heard Sheila move to
a stall and pull her skirt up. Bonnie could visualize it. Next was the sound of
pantyhose being pushed down, Sheila's knees bending and her bare rear sink to
the cool seat. She closed her eyes and listened -- Sheila intentionally leaving
the door open so Bonnie could hear. The sound of piss pouring into the toilet
water had a calming effect, as Sheila knew it would. As a gesture of insolence,
Bonnie relaxed just enough to release a crotch-dampening spurt of her own
urine.

Take that, Bonnie said to herself, and hope you can smell it all through
dinner. She smiled blandly at Sheila when the woman came out of the stall.

"Sure you don't want to release some pressure?" Sheila said as she adjusted her
clothing.

"No. I'm fine." She accepted Sheila's peck on the cheek, and they walked to the
elevators together.

Sheila's brother Jimmy waited for them on a lobby bench. He stood the moment he
recognized his sibling, and greeted them with a perkiness that rubbed Bonnie
the wrong way. The guy resembled Sheila only in that he had black hair. He was
short, baby-faced and talked continually, but was not unattractive for all
that. Had he not ruined their plans, Bonnie might have liked him. As it was it
took super human will to endure his whining during the cab ride and all through
dinner. By the time they were waiting for dessert, even Sheila seemed to have
had enough.

Bonnie could not help smiling when, in true sibling form, Sheila told Jimmy to
grow up and stop being so neurotic. The young man pouted as dessert came, and
ate silently until he pushed the empty plate away. He promptly began to bitch
about the coffee being cold. Sheila rolled her eyes helplessly, and hailed the
waiter.

Jimmy caught his sister's deep sigh of exasperation.

"Sorry sis. I can't help it, you know. Like it's something in my childhood did
this to me."

The brunette was kind enough to wait until fresh, hot, coffee was poured and
the waiter left before dropping the bomb.

"Yeah, you wet the bed."

Bonnie's jaw dropped. Jimmy, however, took the remark in stride.

"Well, it's not like I did it on purpose."

"I'm not so sure about that," Sheila said quickly. "I bet you still do."

"No way!"

"Oh, yeah? Why do you still live alone, then?"

Bonnie found it all she could do to keep her laughing to a poorly hidden smirk.
She had no siblings herself, but her school friends had plenty. The sniping of
these two brought back memories of endless squabbling when she stayed overnight
or had meals at their homes. As it continued now, Sheila dropped another bomb.

She suggested that Jimmy could not find a woman willing to share a wet bed with
him, and said that she wouldn't blame them, knowing how it felt. Bonnie's eyes
widened as brother and sister admitted unashamedly that they shared the same
bed at one time.

"It wasn't my idea that we sleep in the same bed," Jimmy said in his defense.

"Well it wasn't mine either."

"And I don't think I was the only one making messes."

Bonnie nearly choked on her wine when she heard that.

"I guess we will never know for sure, will we?" Sheila gave her brother a wise-
ass type of grin, and toasted him with glass.

Jimmy pushed his chair away from the table.

"And now you have made me have to go to the bathroom with all this talk about
wetting the bed."

"Sit down, little brother," Sheila ordered him, though with a grin. "It's time
you learned to hold your water."

Bonnie had to speak. Brother and sister were having too much fun, and she
wanted her share.

"Stop it you two," she said in the tone of a scolding mother, "You are making
me have to go too."

"I have had just as much to drink as either of you," Sheila challenged. "You
don't see me running for the little girls room."

"Fine." Jimmy tossed his napkin on the table and sat back, arms folded. "Let's
all just sit here and hold it all night."

Bonnie had to hold a hand to her mouth to keep from bursting out with a huge
laugh. Sheila just shook her head and hailed the waiter.

"Check please."

Jimmy soon began griping again. This time it was taking too long to get out of
the restaurant. He swore that if it wouldn't be so obvious what he had done, he
would piss himself right then and there. It would serve the waiter right to
have to clean it up. Bonnie and Sheila exchanged glances, the same idea coming
to mind at the same second. Sheila grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze.
Bonnie had to cover her mouth to hide the drop of her jaw. The brunette winked,
and the two women composed themselves. Jimmy kept fidgeting. He gave an
exasperated sigh when the waiter finally left the bill.

Sheila looked up at him lazily and smiled.

"Thank you honey," she said in a tone that Bonnie knew to be sarcasm. She also
knew that her girlfriend was at that moment releasing a short squirt of urine.

This was exactly how it was supposed to happen, and the blonde reached for
Sheila's hands in gratitude. Not caring how it might look, the women clutched
hands for as long as it took for Bonnie to wet herself too. The younger woman
had to close her eyes in concentration, but the moment finally came. Bonnie
could feel the warm wetness blossom between her thighs, letting it go a little
longer than she should have before clamping off the flow. She bit her lower
lip, sighed and grinned. She released Sheila's hands and said she was ready.

They stood. A furtive glance at her chair showed Bonnie a distinct smear on the
red leather as she pushed it under the table. Sheila, she noticed, lay her
cloth napkin on the seat of her chair before leaving. Paying no attention to
Jimmy's antics, the two women filed out of the restaurant.

They had to wait for a taxi. Bonnie fully expected their male companion to be
bitching continually. Contrary to his nature, Jimmy stood quiet and morose,
ignoring sister and friend completely. The slender blonde wondered if they had
pissed him off, figuratively speaking. She was glad for the reprieve, and chose
not to spoil it by asking if he was okay. The lull in conversation gave her a
chance to think about leaving the mess in the restaurant, and what she and
Sheila might do once they drop Jimmy off where ever it was he was going.

A movie had been suggested at one point, during a secretive moment in the break
room. Bonnie made an alternate suggestion: that they find a club where they
could move around and be seen. Wetting in a dark theater was good as far as it
went, but she enjoyed it more when there was a chance that some total stranger
might be watching her when she let go. Just thinking about it aroused her.
Coming back to the real world just long enough to check her surroundings,
Bonnie began to relax.

It was not until she saw the grimace on Jimmy's face that the reason for the
man's silence became obvious. Looking down at the legs of his trousers
confirmed her suspicions. Her breath caught when she saw the spreading stain
high up on one pant leg. A moan escaped her throat, and the horny woman
released a controlled flow of piss into her panties. The warm liquid drained
quickly into her nylons, seeping down the insides of her thighs.

She leaned her shoulder into Sheila's. It signaled the brunette that she had
done something. It became Sheila's turn to whiz. Bonnie whispered in her ear.

"I think Jimmy needs your jacket."

The dark haired woman's brow furrowed, and she glanced at her brother. The
dark, wet spot in his pants was plain enough to see, and Sheila remove her suit
jacket and handed it to him. He thanked her sullenly, and held it folded over
his hands in front of his fly.

"I guess now we'll have to take you to my place so you can wash your pants
out," Sheila said. The meaning of their words sank in slowly. Bonnie felt like
she was hearing the conversation from outer space.

"An, no. You girls go do what you had planned. I'll see if there is a
laundramat open on the way. You can drop me there." Jimmy was being polite. No
one believed he was about to stand around naked below the waist while his pants
dried.

"The clothing stores are all closed now little brother. I don't see what else
there is to do."

Jimmy shook his head.

"Sorry girls. Really. I have a weak bladder."

"No shit," said Sheila.

Bonnie saw her night out -- their night out-- slipping helplessly away. She no
more wanted to baby-sit Sheila's brother on a Friday night than spent it alone.
Going out on her own would probably be more fun. Sheila, she knew, could do
nothing but what she was doing: helping family. She soothed him now.

"It's not entirely your fault, Jimmy. We did kind of make a game of it," she
said, glancing at Bonnie. "You just don't know the rules, little brother."

A cab pulled to the curb, and Jimmy opened the rear door for the women.

"Well any time you want to explain them to me, I'll be happy to listen."

Bonnie got in first, and slid across the seat. Sheila hesitated, blocking the
open door as she spoke to Jimmy privately. At the same time, for Bonnie's
benefit, the brunette lifted her skirt-front. Momentarily confused, the other
woman looked at the crotch of her lover's panties for the stain of wetness.
Before her eyes a wave of pee welled through the material and dribbled down the
skin of Sheila's inner thighs. She heard her words as an after-thought.

"You owe big-time, little brother. Be thinking of ways to pay back."

Jimmy followed reluctantly into the back seat of the taxi. Secretly Sheila
found Bonnie's hand, and guided it under her dress hem. If the man noticed he
prudently ignored it, looking out the window at the street lights and neon
signs as dusk darkened the city. Sheila closed her eyes and opened her thighs,
and pulled Bonnie's hand between them. The blonde watched the cab driver as she
stroked her lover's wet panti-crotch with gentle fingertips, waiting for the
gush she knew would come.

They rode in silence. When the arrived in front of Sheila's apartment building
Bonnie dragged her wet fingers across the brunette's naked thigh, leaving a
trail of moistness over the skin. She wiped her hand over her lips, exchanging
glances with Sheila, and got out of the taxi. Jimmy paid the driver.

Once in the familiarity of the apartment, Bonnie fell into the sofa. She would
wait patiently as brother and sister took care of the immediate problem. Soon
enough she would be alone with Sheila.

They disappeared into the bedroom. The young blonde could hear them talking,
but not what was being said. She scooched down on the cushions, hugged a pillow
and closed her eyes. Slowly and deliberately she clenched her thighs. The
liquid in her underwear, cold now, was rung out of the material. Bonnie could
feel it gather and run: down her ass cheek in back and along her groin in
front. Her lips curved into a smirk. A moan arose from deep within her.
Scissoring her legs, she clenched again. That ever so pleasant feeling of
arousal warmed the pit of her loins. She could have an orgasm right here and
now, and it would serve Sheila right for missing it.

She knew the weight settling at her feet was her lover. Bonnie opened her eyes
to find Sheila studying her body. She parted her knees impudently. The brunette
lifted the hem of Bonnie's dress over them and pushed it into her lap. Her head
sank between the younger woman's thighs. The blonde felt the open mouth press
against the crotch of her hose and panties, and suck at their dampness. She
allowed herself to enjoy the pressure of Sheila's face against her mons for a
short while before asking the obvious question.

"What about Jimmy? Aren't you afraid he'll see us?"

Sheila lifted her head.

"I'm counting on it baby. He owes us for screwing up our evening, and I intend
that he pay tonight." Sheila chuckled with satisfaction, and reached for the
waistbands of Bonnie's underwear. As she peeled the material from her
girlfriend's hips she said: "He's getting the beer from the fridge as we
speak."

"So he's going to wait on us all night?" Bonnie pulled her feet from the wet
nylon.

"Honey, Jimmy's going to keep us very wet, trust me." Sheila's hand went
between the blonde's thighs. She stroked the damp flesh of the petite woman's
cooze tenderly. "And he has strict orders not to touch."

"Sheila?"

"Yes hon?"

"You are very bad to your brother."

"Yeah? Well he has a lot of wet nights to atone for." Sheila silenced her lover
with an open kiss that lasted until the man came in with an ice bucket with
three long neck bottles of beer.

The three sat sipping the brew. Each was in a different state of undress,
making small talk that had nothing to do with sex or nudity, and which none of
them were really interested in. It was the girls' routine, to sit and down a
bottle of beer before getting on with the festivities. Jimmy played along,
perhaps because he knew he was the outsider. Out of deference to Sheila, the
younger brother waited to be told what to do next.

He took to the role naturally, Bonnie thought. When the girls had emptied their
bottles, Sheila told him to go for three more, admonishing him to keep up.
While he was gone the buxom brunette stripped to her panties. She handed Bonnie
one of the empties and asked her to pee in it for her. The elder of the two
women stroked her panties as Bonnie tried to get some of her spraying urine
into the bottle. It was only a quarter full when Sheila reached for it, but the
woman could wait no longer.

Poised over her blonde companion, Sheila tipped the bottle to her lips and
sipped its contents. Jimmy came in just then, but not knowing any better
assumed his sister was drinking beer. He watched as Sheila stood over the other
girl, her pantied hips swaying slowly. When Sheila closed her eyes and exhaled
deeply he knew to glance at her crotch. There he witnessed his sister's panties
balloon with piss. The aromatic liquid drained through, some coursing down her
thighs, some dribbling onto Bonnie's exposed belly and pussy.

Sheila took another swig from the bottle and set it aside. Sitting on the
blonde's belly, she began to remove the rest of Bonnie's clothing. She rubbed
her wet panty crotch over her lover's stomach while she worked, sometimes
pausing to slip a hand over her bug and give it a few gentle squeezes. Both
Jimmy and Bonnie could see the brunette was becoming more aroused. Having
undressed Bonnie completely, Sheila took a fresh bottle of beer and drank a
large gulp.

"Piss on us little brother," she said, then bent low to kiss Bonnie's lips with
her open mouth. From there her mouth traveled downward, to the girl's nipples,
belly button and furry snatch. Bonnie closed her eyes and concentrated on the
caress of Sheila's mouth. Kissing always made the blonde swoon with desire.
Feeling her breast being sucked into Sheila's mouth was like being devoured by
her lover, and she gave her self fully. The tongue and fingers playing in her
coozie stoked her burning loins to the boiling point. Her knees flung wide and
her hips began to tremble.

The man beside them followed his orders well. Sheila moaned each time he aimed
his stream of urine at her head. Piss sank into her hair and drained down her
scalp and neck. Jimmy pissed on her bare back, then swung left and drew the
torrent across his sister's face, toward the blonde's belly. Bonnie felt it hit
her skin and blushed with embarrassment. It ran down her stomach, into her
pussy hair, where Sheila's lips slurped it up. It down her sides too, and onto
the cushions. The warm pee splashed a trail up her stomach and between her
tits.

When the stream rose to her neck Bonnie instinctively opened her mouth. She
held it open as Jimmy's urine filled it. Then she closed her jaws, letting some
spill out, swallowing the rest. Whining with the rush of wanton lust, the
blonde at once opened her mouth for more and released her own bladder into
Sheila's waiting lips.

When Bonnie's lips opened again he, too, acted instinctively. He leaned forward
and offered his throbbing penis to the gaping mouth. Normally the younger woman
would have rejected such an advance. She had snapped her head away from more
than one cock, nearly retching with revulsion. For some reason it was different
this time. Whether because Jimmy was her lover's brother or because the dick
had just been the deliverer of that yellow nectar that made her heart skip and
her knees weak, Bonnie could not have guessed. She took it. She allowed the
hard tube of swollen male flesh to slip between her lips and probe her mouth.

A bottle replaced the fingers between her thighs. Bonnie groaned around Jimmy's
dick as the glass neck pushed into her sloppy vagina, feeling wonderfully
perverse. Not that she and Sheila had never done it before. It's a logical step
after fingering and before fisting, especially if the bottles are handy from
drinking. It had always been their secret, though. Now a strange man was
watching as she took the foreign object into her body, and that was an ultimate
act of debauchery. That thought triggered Bonnie's orgasm, and sustained it for
a long time.

The climax was so strong and enveloping that Bonnie did not see Sheila swat at
her brother and gesture for him to get out of the girl's mouth. She also missed
Jimmy's mischievous grin, which belied Sheila's dominance over him. The man
extracted his cock from the beautiful blonde's lips and sat on the coffee
table.

As Bonnie recovered from her orgasm the three of them finished the brews at
hand. Jim removed his shirt-all that he still had on-and tripped off to the
kitchen for cold ones. When he returned he found the women had changed
positions. Sheila was on her back on the couch, her panties gone. Bonnie was on
all fours, her fanny over the brunette's face as if ready for 6 9. Bonnie's
hand was stuffed into Sheila's black muff, only her slender wrist exposed. At
the same time the blonde was dribbling urine on her lover's face. Both girls
took the bottles he offered, but the look on Sheila's face was distant: her
eyes glazed.

Jimmy had seen his sister naked, a number of times, but never in such a state.
He had never seen the blush of arousal on her cheeks before, or her nipples so
hard and extended. He felt a twinge of embarrassment, but the situation did not
warrant him turning away or leaving the room. Instead he sipped his beer and
relaxed his bladder muscles. He felt the urge to wet this horny couple down as
soon as he could.

He held a bottle of beer to his lips and drank. In a moment piss erupted from
the business end of his dick. His free hand aimed its stream up and down the
length of the bodies before him. Sheila wordlessly and impatiently directed him
to her head and pointed at Bonnie's ass. She held the bare cheeks open, and
Jimmy obediently urinated at this target. Bonnie cried out with pleasure.

"Ah! Oh, Jimmy...." She was at a loss for more words, but the smile on her face
told it all. Tilting her rear end upward, the blonde felt the piss hit her
vulva directly. She could hardly believe how wonderfully nasty that made her
appear. She wanted to see what it looked like.

She motioned the man to her end of the couch. Removing her hand from Sheila's
pussy-hole left the brunette's vagina gaping. She fingered it a few times as
Jimmy got into position, then held it open with both hands. The man stood
dumbly staring at his sister's up-turned crotch, like a dumbstruck teenager at
the sight of a woman's privates.

"Piss in her Jimmy," Bonnie instructed. "You know she wants it."

Jimmy could only stare. Whether considering a moral dilemma or just unable to
let his urine flow, the blonde did not know. Gently she encouraged him. Finally
his face contorted in an expression of helplessness, and a yellow stream poured
from his cock's head. Bonnie watched happily as Sheila's hole quickly filled
with liquid.

She felt the heave of the buxom woman's breasts beneath her, and heard the
whining of frustration and desire. Sheila's thigh muscles clenched. Her legs
tried to close in involuntary response to orgasm. Bonnie held them apart. The
man's urine flooded his sister's splayed crotch, over-flowing from the open
hole into the dark hair of his sister's pussy on one side, and the crack of her
ample ass on the other.

Bonnie lowered her head and sipped from the living, squirming cup of flesh.
Jimmy's piss washed over her face as she did it. Beneath her Sheila's body
tremors quickened at the touch of her lover's lips on her clitoris. A fist full
of the brunette's fingers dug savagely into Bonnie's messy twat, hurting her
wondrously. The wanton blonde bore down on the lancing hand, and let herself to
be taken over by head-spinning climax. Her dazed mind only half registered what
was taking place in front of her.

Jimmy's very large prick refilled Sheila's gaping cunt again. In an effort to
keep his aim true he had to move with his sister's gyrating hips, moving closer
so as not to miss. His eyes focused intently on his target. The open, clutching
vulva mesmerized him. This was his sister, he reminded himself. The girl he was
so close to as a child. Yet he had never been so close to her as this, mere
inches between them. His cock had never been so near Sheila's sexual entrance,
and now the lips seemed to reach out for him. Suddenly he knew he had always
wanted to please his beautiful sibling in just this way.

The gap between them closed instantly.

Piss splashed onto Bonnie's naked breasts as Jimmy's thick cock stabbed
suddenly into the slopping vessel of Sheila's cunny. The blonde watched through
blurry eyes as brother fucked deeply into his sister's vagina. His straining
body seemed to express the intensity of her own orgasm. The three naked bodies
humped and strained together in mindless lust for what seemed an eternity.

When fatigue finally overruled passion, Bonnie fell away onto the floor. Jimmy
slowly extracted him penis from Sheila's hole. Half deflated, the glistening
cock was dripping with the mixture of cum, pussy juice and pee. The brunette
relaxed, but did not close her legs. She eyed her brother steadily, torn by
mixed feelings. He picked up the empty bottles, looking at his sister before
going for refills. His mouth opened to speak, but words failed him.

The women watched him go, then exchanged glances once he was out of sight.

"Can we keep him?" Bonnie said as she brought her face close to Sheila's.

"You won't be jealous?"

"Not if you won't."

"Well, he can be a pain in the ass, but I suppose we can try him out for a
while." The women kissed tenderly once, twice and a third time. Sheila pulled
back, then and looked her lover in the eye. "The first hint that you are going
straight and he's out the door."

"Well, having a cock in my mouth wasn't as bad as I thought it would be...."

"Don't you even think it!" Bonnie and Sheila were wrestling playfully on the
couch when Jimmy returned with fresh brews.

"Now girls, there is no need to fight over me."

They were on him in a flash.

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