Unspoken Pleasure

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."Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

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"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.