#53
Christina shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the toilet seat, the familiar pressure building in her bladder once more.
She hadn’t even finished wiping from her last piss when the impulse hit her again, and she pulled the phone back out, selected the same trio of photos: the arched ass, the dripping cleft, the spread cheeks, and then she attached them to a new message: [What are you doing?]
Hitting send felt like jumping off a cliff—exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
What if he gets angry this time?
What if he saw her as a pervert, desperate, creepy sister, and got disgusted?
Every guy she’d ever sent nudes to had recoiled—John’s reaction was normal. It’s what every man would do in the situation.
But William… he’d changed.
So, maybe he’s okay with it?
Lately, he’d turned into this insatiable pervert, humping anything that moved. He would not even shy away from seeing their bodies, or ogling at their chest and butts… It was like some lewd switch flipped in his brain, turning her straight-laced brother into a sex-crazed animal. Surely, he’d eat this up. Right?
Doubt clawed at her gut, making her squeeze her thighs together against the urge to pee.
Sex with him was a pipe dream she’d barely admitted to herself, but losing his warmth, his playful banter… that would shatter her.
Still, she couldn’t pull back now. There were so many filthy things she craved from a man, and no one else had ever made her wet just thinking about it.
If anyone could cross that line, make her feel desired without the bullshit, it had to be William. He was safe, familiar… and now, so fucking tempting.
She held her breath, the phone clutched like a lifeline, as the minutes ticked by.
Her bladder throbbed, but she ignored it, too wired to care. Then, the buzz—his reply lighting up the screen.
[About to sleep. What the heck, whose that delicious ass from?]
A giggle bubbled up from her chest, half-nervous, half-triumphant.
Yes! He wasn’t mad. He called it delicious. Not like that asshole John, who would’ve called her a slut and ghosted.
Relief washed over her, loosening the knot in her stomach just enough to let her pee trickle out a little—warm and uncontrolled against her folds. She clenched, biting her lip, and fired back.
[Which is better? Mine or hers?]
His response came quickly, like he was waiting for it.
[Hmm, I’m not sure. Send a picture of yours so that I can compare.]
The pervert. Christina’s cheeks burned, but she laughed softly to herself, the sound echoing off the tiles. Her pussy clenched at the challenge, a fresh gush of wetness mixing with the remnants of her urine.
She angled the phone down, capturing her own pussy mid-stream’s end, the lips puffy and wet from the piss and her growing arousal.
The bright ring of the porcelain seat framed the shot perfectly—a raw, powerful vulva splayed open, urine glistening on the folds. Then she hit send, feeling amused and excited at sending her brother a picture of her pussy- something she had never done before, but always imagined doing so.
After all, it’s so hot, sending pictures of your genitals to another person, not to mention a man.
And now, it’s a picture of her pissing…!
It was fucking depraved! Something she had never even imagined before!
William’s reply was immediate, as if proving that he, too, like her, was feeling excited from this situation. His text arrived with a rapid-fire succession of heart eye emojis and an exclamation point heavy enough to anchor a small boat.
[God, Chris. That’s unfair. I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet, and you hit me with the heavy stuff.]
Christina burst out laughing. After she finished her stream with a satisfied sigh, the sound momentarily drowned out the soft, choked noises coming through the glory hole.
She reached down with one hand, using a generous wad of paper to wipe her pussy, while the other hand was still gripping the soft mound of the woman’s buttocks, not forgetting the poor woman in need of touch.
She tightened her fingers instinctively, the smooth, yielding curve of flesh pressing satisfyingly against her palm.
The woman whimpered louder this time, a raw sound of utter submission and eager anticipation that sent a thrill racing through Christina’s veins like liquid fire.
[So, the verdict? Who wins, little brother?]
Christina typed back, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. She remained seated on the cool edge of the toilet, eyes locked on the tantalizing display of flesh thrust through the stall’s opening.
The stark contrast between the chilly metal partition and the woman’s warm, yielding skin was utterly intoxicating, making Christina’s pulse throb with a hunger she had never felt before.
[Yours. Always yours. But you know I appreciate variety. That pale texture on the other side… it looks soft enough to swallow whole. Where are you? Did you become a lesbian or something?]
Christina’s laughter echoed faintly off the thin stall walls, a husky sound laced with amusement.
[When did you become a pussy connoisseur?]
[Hey, I’ve been one from the start~]
William’s growing ease with this raw, casual filth was precisely what she craved in her life. The idea of texting him dirty secrets anytime, anywhere—snapping nudes during lectures or shifts at work, basking in his praise for her curves—had her core clenching with need. Fuck, I’m soaking wet already. I need to get fucked right now!
A loud moan escaped Christina’s throat, unbidden and throaty.
This is why that idiot ex could never measure up to my William.
She shoved aside the memory of that disastrous earlier attempt, when she’d teasingly sent him a close-up of her slick folds, only to get a flood of judgmental bullshit. Even before, daring to share a gym selfie—her body glistening with sweat, sports bra hugging her tits—he’d hit her with a sanctimonious rant about propriety, women’s virtue, and all that crap. God, she loathed those days.
But William? He was evolving into something magnificent, a perfect match for her twisted desires. If it had been him back then, he’d have devoured that photo, telling her how her sweat-slicked ass begged to be grabbed, how her hard nipples strained for his mouth.
[Maybe. She’s certainly begging for it. What do you think I should do?]
Christina delivered a sharp, possessive slap to the woman’s ass, the crack echoing dully against the metal. The stranger gasped sharply, then dissolved into a flurry of desperate, breathy pleas—please, more, fuck me—her hips twitching in invitation.
She smacked that plump ass again, harder, watching the skin bloom pink under her palm while glancing at her phone. William had read her message and was typing furiously.
[Tell her I said hi! Damn, I’m jealous as hell. I wish I were there. Is she your friend?]
She smirked, fingers dancing over the screen. [And why would that matter?]
[Hm, I don’t know. Maybe I want to meet her… or join in~]
Christina scoffed, heat pooling low in her belly.
[Did you get horny again, you lewd brat?]
[Kind of.]
Surprise flickered through her for a split second before she chuckled, delighted by his blunt honesty.
[Fuck! You’re killing me here! Don’t you dare sleep—wait up, because I need to fuck you senseless when I get home.] She licked her lips, imagining pinning him down, riding his cock until they both shattered.
[I’m right here, sis, waiting. What time are you heading back?]
[Not sure yet. Can’t ditch the girls now—it’s Chloe’s birthday. She’d kill me if I bailed early. But I’ll sneak out soon.]
[Birthday party? I love those. At Chloe’s place? Turning into an orgy? Can I crash?]
[You watch too many pornos, Will. Who starts an orgy at home with just girls? Anyway, we’re at the club. Can’t bring you here. There are a lot of women here.]
[That’s a shame. Guess I’ll jerk off alone then.]
[Don’t you fucking dare. Wait for me, you insatiable slut.]
[Oh? What are you gonna do about it?]
This fucker, Christina thought, grinning as she pictured his cock twitching at her command.
[I need to see what you’re wearing right now. Send a full-body pic. Show me how ready you are to be yanked out of that bed and railed.]
The phone buzzed within seconds.
The photo was a dimly lit selfie from his bedroom, the soft glow casting shadows that accentuated every line. He lounged naked on the sheets, a thin blanket draped strategically over his torso, hips angled just so—the fabric tented obviously over his hardening cock, the outline thick and insistent.
Fuck!
And Maya raved about John’s pics? They haven’t seen perfection like this.
This is goddamn art—a national treasure!
A deep, throaty hum rumbled in Christina’s chest.
William skipped the pajamas entirely, baring his smooth, firm chest—pale skin begging to be marked with bites and scratches. That naughty, inviting smirk lit his face, eyes piercing the lens with raw hunger. He’s stunning. Utterly fuckable.
[Is this good, sis? I can ditch the blanket if you want a closer look.]
Christina stared, a surge of fierce satisfaction crashing over her. This was it: raw lust fused with breathtaking allure. Worlds apart from her worthless ex’s limp attempts.
She could almost feel him already—the plush give of his lips under hers, his body quivering as she ground against him. The fantasy spiked her arousal, sharpening the edge of the moment.
Her hand pressed firmer against the woman’s ass, thumb delving into the deep cleft, circling the puckered hole teasingly. The stranger whimpered low and long, breath hitching, body arching back for more.
[Take it off! I know you’re dying to strip that blanket for me—do it now!]
His reply popped up with a smirking emoji and a laughing one.
[Language, sis.]
[Shut up. I want a picture of that cock, Will! Send it to me now!]
Christina sent it off, her grin sly and predatory as she envisioned him fisting his shaft, thumb swiping over the head while fixated on her earlier pussy shot, still damp from her piss.
That’s how much of a pervert my brother had become!
Christina set her phone face down on the toilet paper dispenser, the thrill of his pervy enthusiasm still buzzing through her veins. But now, with her bladder empty and her arousal spiking, it was time to dive back into the main event.
The woman’s ass remained thrust through the glory hole, a perfect, pale globe of invitation. Her cheeks spread just enough to tease the slick folds beneath.
Up close, Christina could make out more details: the skin was flawless, lightly freckled across the curve like scattered cinnamon, and a faint tattoo peeked from the dimple at the base of her spine—a delicate vine twisting downward, disappearing into the cleft.
This wasn’t some random club slut; she had style, poise, even in her exposure.
The labia hung heavy and engorged, petals flushed deep pink, dripping steadily onto the floor below with soft, rhythmic plips.
Christina leaned in, but before her tongue could make contact, a voice piped up from the other side of the partition—soft, breathy, with a hint of a nervous lilt.
“Hey… you still there? I seem to have heard something… correct me if I’m wrong, but are you sending pics of my ass to your fam or what?”
Christina paused, chuckling low in her throat. The girl sounded young, perhaps in her early twenties, with a playful edge that cut through the anonymity. She pressed her palm flat against one cheek, feeling the warmth pulse under her touch.
“Family? Nah, just my brother.”
“What?! Are you sending pics of my ass to your brother?! What the fuck kind of torture is that?”
“Why? Do you have a problem with that?”
“Ah, ehm, no… I mean, as long as you don’t put my name on it. I don’t know shit about this harassment, okay? Even if it does sound fucking sexy and hot, knowing my ass was shown to a man, I don’t like to get thrown in jail because of this!”
“Hahaha, you don’t need to worry about that, girl. Trust me, he’s not complaining. In fact, he called your ass ‘delicious.’ Said he’d kill for a taste.”
There was a beat of silence, then a sharp gasp, followed by the girl shifting—her hips wiggling slightly, making her pussy lips jiggle enticingly.
“You’re talking about your brother, right? Like, a guy brother? Not a girl, whose name is brother…?!”
“What the fuck kind of name is that?”
“I…I mean… No way. You’re messing with me. Guys, don’t say shit like that. They freak out, call it gross, block you faster than you can say ‘Gray Clit.’ Is this some prank?”
Christina barked a laugh, squeezing the flesh harder, her thumb brushing the edge of that tattoo. The skin was baby-soft, yielding like ripe fruit, and she could feel the girl’s pulse racing through it.
“Oh, it’s no prank, sweetheart. My brother’s all man—cute, adorable, the works. And lately? He’s been acting like he woke up with a girl’s libido swapped in. Can’t get enough. Jerked off to your pics before I even finished typing. Called your pussy a ‘juicy slit’ that’d make him edge for hours.”
The girl let out a disbelieving snort, but it came out half-moan as Christina’s fingers grazed her inner thigh, tracing the trail of wetness upward.
“Bullshit. A man interested in my ass? My pussy? In this? I’d believe pigs flying before that. What’s his deal—secretly a woman in disguise? Or did you spike his drink with horny pills?”
“Cross my heart, he’s packing the real deal down there. I’ve got pics on my phone, if you want.”
“What? You fo’real?! Let me see!”
“Hmm, I wonder…”
“Hey! Don’t be like that! Come on, help a friend, okay! Fuck! I’ve never seen a dick in my whole life! All I see is porn, and shit, they are all covered with mosaics! I’ve only seen a dick in my magazines!”
Christina’s laughter echoed softly in the dim cubicle, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against the woman’s skin.
She leaned in closer, her breath hot on the exposed flesh protruding through the glory hole. The woman’s ass was a masterpiece—plump, round cheeks spilling out, soft thighs pressing against the partition, quivering just slightly from the tension.
