I was wildly excited by many things most of us might regard as uninteresting or actively unattractive. For instance, nothing excited me more than the sight or sound of a woman peeing. Seeing them piddle became a taste I kept all my life; I enjoyed watching it stream from their bodies, but I found the act of forcing it out, making them strain and grunt as they pissed themselves silly even more arousing. It was quite an amusing and silly sight.

One night when my sister Lily went up to her bed-room, I went softly after her, as I often did, hoping to hear her piddling. Her door was ajar, I could not see her, but I heard the rattle of water and, to my delight, the satisfying plashing of a healthy golden flood. She was squatting, her nightgown pulled right up and held out at arm's length, her back towards me so that I could not see her face but only her fat thighs and haunches wreathed in a yellow stream which splashed into the bowl, sank into the water and bubbled amiss the chamber pot.

I was breathing rapidly with excitement when she turned her head and looked full at me with a glint of amusement in her eyes as if she knew I had been there all the while. My sister averted her gaze from me and, making sheep's eyes, asked: "Do you like what you see?" I couldn't wait to answer in the affirmative. She giggled and splayed her legs, standing up from the pot so that I could see the intricate folds of her vulva and clitoris.

"You want to do more than just look, don't you?" Never had a woman said such lewd things to me. I trembled, and could not answer; and she said directly: "Well, you can if you want to."

I didn't really know what she meant, but she took me by the hand to the bed and stood me close to her. Her belly was still wet and slightly smelly with piss when she pressed herself against me and clasped her arms around my chest.

"You could drink my piss if you'd like." She whispered in my ear, her odor was very pungent, but exciting, which drove my ${gender} parts wild;