Zach and Jane Pt. 01

It was a typical Tuesday night at home for me. I worked in retail at the time, so my days off were usually something shitty. The past few weeks it had been Tuesday and something else. Maybe a weekend day if I was lucky, but usually not. This wasn't one of those lucky weeks, as I was off the day after as well. At least I had gotten two in a row. I was in my room at my parents' home, scrolling through YouTube and just seeing what the algorithm would feed me. I had just finished my dinner of frozen pizza and chips before I had started scrolling. I guess my mom knew my eating habits pretty well, because I had just heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open, when there was a knock on my own door.

"Come in if you want Mom."

I knew it had to be her, we were the only two at home. My dad had travelled a few towns over to help my uncle finish up something with a car project, and as is usual with that stuff, it was taking longer than expected. They had both taken a couple days off from work to get it done, and he had said he may even just end up spending the night there. My sister was out with one of her friends.

"Do you have any dishes?" she asked as said as she stepped in.

"From pizza? No. I just used the box as the plate"

She rolled her eyes a bit.

"Imagine that. What about your cereal bowl and spoon from this morning?"

"Oh yeah. They're here. You just want me to take them in there? I was just gonna hop up and go pee anyway."

I wasn't really. I had already planned to just go in the cereal bowl, but I obviously wasn't gonna tell her that. So now that my naughty plan was ruined, I'd just go to the bathroom.

"I've already got the bathroom trash to take in there. You might as well just give them to me."

She regularly emptied the small trash cans from the bathroom and laundry room into the bigger one in the kitchen. I hadn't seen it in her hand as she was only partially through the door.

"Here then" I said as I handed her the dishes then headed on to the bathroom.

But no sooner than I had placed my hand on the knob, than the home phone rang.

"Get the phone for me, my hands are full" she said.

"It's not gonna be for me, it's the land line." I said as I kept opening the door.

"Just get it really quick! It might be your dad, and I don't want the machine to get it."

Yes, we still had a land line and answering machine. The line made sense, we lived in a mountainous area with no reception. We used Wi-Fi calling for our cells, but it could be buggy, so we kept the hard line. The machine was still there doing the job that voicemail could do cause it was already there working just fine and the voicemail service would just be another cost. They were kinda frugal.

"Calm down, I'll grab it" I said.

I went into the kitchen just behind her and picked up on the wall phone we had in there.

"Hello?"

"Hey, where's Dad, and why are you picking up the house phone?" my sisters voice said.

"He went to help uncle Bob. You were sitting not three feet from me when he told me earlier, and Mom asked me to get it. She's busy and thought it might be him. Why do you need Dad?"

"I wasn't paying any attention to you guys earlier, I was busy on my phone. And fuck, that sucks. I needed him to do me a favor."

"Sucks for you, here talk to mom, I gotta piss."

My mother was standing there waiting to see what my sister could possibly want calling the house like that. She knew who it was from the way that we were talking.

"Wait! Don't give her the phone. Just tell her I'll call Dad and.."

"He left his phone here" I interrupted.

"Then tell her I'll call him at uncle Bob's! I'm not gonna anyway. Just tell her, and then call me back when you're done pissing."

"Ok I guess, why are you being so weird?"

"Just do it please! Bye." She said and hung up.

Mom was still standing there, hand held out expecting to talk.

"She hung up. Said she'd just call Dad at Bob's"

"What does she need him for that I can't do?"

"Don't know, but I do know I'm about to bust" I said as I walked away.

I heard her grunt as I walked down the hall, back to my room to grab my phone. Then I headed back to the bathroom.

I pulled up my sister's number and called as I was getting my dick out, it started to ring about the time my stream hit the water.

"Hey, so where Dad's busy do you think... are you fuckin pissing right now?" she said with a chuckle.

"You must have had to go pretty bad if you didn't even wait. Anyway, do think you could do me a big favor?"

This was weird. She rarely asked me for anything.

"What could you possibly want me to do?"

"So, it's kinda strange and random, but I need someone to give one of my friends a ride somewhere."

"The fat one or the weird one?"

"Fucking asshole! Like you have any room to judge anyone for being either."

She wasn't wrong. I was a chubby boy then, and have always been a little bit, unique.

"And I have more than two friends!"

Also true of course. Sometimes she'd have a whole troop of girls she'd go out with, or that would sometimes come to the house when we were younger.

There were two that she was really good friends with though, and I wasn't wrong about them, even if I did say it just to get a rise out of her. The one was bigger. No honest judgment from me on that front, like I said, I was just trying to have a little fun. The other was definitely a little on the odd side, but not in an off-putting kind of way. Just usually quiet, and shy. She definitely had a scene girl phase when we were younger, and to some extent still had that esthetic. I was pretty sure I'd never seen her real hair color. It was usually dyed black, or the extreme opposite, some of the brightest colors imaginable. If I'm being honest I always liked her the best, the other one was kinda mean, even to my sister sometimes. I maybe even had a little crush on her growing up, maybe a little more than a little. I hadn't seen her for a while though, my sister spent her first year of college living on campus, and had just moved back over the summer. My parents said they would only pay for the dorm room if her grades were good enough, and they hadn't been, so she had to stay home this year and commute. We were the better part of an hour away from the school, but she made the drive every day she had class. She was convinced she'd do better this year and they'd pay for the room again.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on, I know you wouldn't be trying to get a ride for any of the others. Is it Kayla or Jane? And why can't you just do it. What the fuck's going on? Where even are you?" I said as I shook off the last few drops, and then headed back to my room.

"Ok look, we came out to the bar. You know the one, so anyway, Tyler showed up and we got to talking. Long story short, he wants me to head with him back to his place. Which is fine except that Jane rode with me to come here. We invited her to come with us, but she said she doesn't really wanna hang out with his roommates while we hang out alone. It would take to long to take her where she needs to go, and besides she just got food and we wanna go ahead and leave. I was gonna see if Dad could pick her up when she got ready to go, but since he's at Bob's, do you think you could do it? I'll give you some money for gas when I get home, and you know she just lives on the way down here from the house, so you don't have to make any weird side trip or anything. It'll be easy."

"So that's why you didn't wanna talk to Mom"

Tyler was her ex, and our mom couldn't stand him. Dad was a little more laid back about it. He didn't really like the guy either, but he wasn't gonna make a fuss about it. Dude wasn't a really bad guy or anything, just a lazy douchebag who wasn't ever gonna do anything with his life.

"Don't be a dick! Come on, don't act like you wouldn't like the chance to be alone her. I know you think she's cute, It was always obvious by how you'd act around her."

"I never said shit about thinking she was cute! And besides, the weather's supposed to get shitty tonight. Doesn't she have family down that way anyway?"

"It's her fucking grandparents that your thinking about. They would shit their selves if they knew she was here, so that's not an option. And don't even with that 'I never said shit' nonsense. I can tell dude, and I'm not the only one. So are you gonna do it or not? I'm gonna leave my car here and ride with him anyway. I've already drunk to much to drive. She said she could just sleep it off in my car when she gets done and then take it back to her house and he could drop me off there. Don't get me wrong, I totally trust her not to drive it drunk or anything, but I'd really like to avoid that for, other, reasons."

I knew exactly what the concern was as soon as she said that. Jane was a sleepwalker. Apparently she'd mildly hurt herself a couple times growing up trying to do stuff in her sleep. I had heard horror stories about people trying to drive while sleepwalking. I guessed that my sister was hopping to avoid that happening, both for Jane's safety, and that of her car. She'd even sleepwalked a few times at he house when she'd been sleeping over. It was mostly just her wondering around all tranced out, and then she'd make her way back to my sisters room. There was one time though, just after the girls had graduated, that an incident occurred that had produced some of the greatest memories of my teenage years.

I was only about eleven months older than my sister, and she and Jane were less than a month apart. I was the later half of nineteen at the time, and Jane was spending the night with my sister. They had some trip planned for their last summer before college, and were leaving in the morning. A few hours had passed since the rest of the house had gone to bed, but I was still up playing a game. I was just sitting there in my chair gaming away, when Jane just walked right in, wearing what looked to be nothing more than a t-shirt.

Now you probably think at this moment i must of asked what she was doing, or if she needed something, or something along those lines. Well those would have been perfectly reasonable reactions, but I was much more concerned with the glass of piss sitting just beside me in the floor than anything else. I had finished my pop while I was playing, and I mean why let a perfectly good empty glass go to waste? I tried to do some awkward, half assed move where I slid my foot and leg in front of it as I turned toward her and pulled my headset off. Because that doesn't draw attention to the thing you're trying to hide at all, right?

So I was just about to utter one of the aforementioned phases, or probably some studdery, stumbley attempt at the like, when I realized she was just gonna walk right by. She did just that, then proceeded to stop in front of my dresser and pull her shirt up to just above her belly button or so, revealing that she was in fact wearing panties. Lampshading, I believe is the name for that style. But let me tell you that her fashion choices were the furthest thing from my mind when I saw her slightly plump, pale ass cheeks peaking out from under the bottom of her undergarments. It was about this time I realized what had to be going on. I had heard my sister tell stories of Jane doing all kinds of weird thing's while she sleepwalked. Needless to say I was content to just let, whatever this was, play out. If I had only known how much better it was about to get.

No sooner had she gotten her shirt pulled up than she, one handed, pulled those panties right off. Those short, somewhat thin, pale legs just danced right out of those panty holes one right after the other. Then, she just threw them to the side. They landed just close enough to me that I could just reach right out and pick them up from where I was sitting. But before I could do any such thing, she bent over just slightly, sticking her ass out in a way that revealed both her asshole, and the back of her pussy to my viewpoint, as her back was mostly turned to me. Both the hole, and the lips poking out of her vulval mounds were a fair shade of pink. She grabbed one of her knees with the hand that wasn't holding the shirt, and then, there it was.

Her beautiful pink asshole pushed out just slightly, as a golden stream went screaming directly onto my bedroom carpet. Her legs were spread just enough that, with the addition of the slight hunch over she had put herself into, it exited those pink lips and shot directly between her legs with deadly accuracy. I don't think a single drop got on her thighs. The spray was to precise. She pushed harder. That gorgeous asshole puckered out even more, as the stream became so strong I thought it would blast strait through the floor and into the earth below. Then, she let out something between a grunt and a sigh..

"Mmmuuhh..." followed by a sharp inhale.

She then immediately cut off her stream. That puckered hole sucked itself right back in where it came from, much to my dismay. I thought it was over, and heaven knows that would of been more than enough to of made this one of the best nights of my entire life, but apparently, her nonwaking mind had other plans.

She stood up strait, still holding her shirt up, lifted her one foot up off of the saturated carpet and spun about ninety degrees on the heel of the other one, all in one swift movement. She planted that wet foot firmly onto the floor, then both bent and spread her knees just enough to put herself in a slight squat. She then moved her free hand to her pussy, and using her fingers, spread those sexy pink lips open, revealing her vaginal opening, and her pee hole. She was facing the wall now, a couple feet or so back from it. She thrust her pelvis toward it, as I quickly readjusted my self in my chair to get a better view, as I was now basically facing her side.

She then began releasing another stream. With no lips to impede it, and some obvious skill on her part, it came out with as clean a flow than as if it had just left a cock. She began swaying twisting her hips back and forth a bit, absolutely soaking my wall in a fanned out pattern that all began streaming towards the floor.

At this point, I managed to pry my eyes away from this oh so beautiful sight for just a moment, and glanced up at her face. She was pretty much completely expressionless, with that thousand yard stare common to people who're sleepwalking, with one exception. She was, ever so slightly, biting her bottom lip.

Was she... enjoying this? I knew she was asleep, obviously, but the way she seemed to be so playful about it. If it weren't for that, you might of thought she assumed she was in her back yard or something. I mean it wasn't like she was in a squat. That, in my mind, being the most common position for a girl to pee in when not on a toilet. I didn't care. Whatever was happening, it was paradise for a piss pervert such as my self.

Then she moved her hand away from her pussy, and stood up straighter. She did not stop pissing though! She just kept going, as she started walking across the room. I think her stream may have stopped, or at least slowed, as she would step. I really couldn't tell though. It was all just running down her legs know, as she would move her legs to step, it would sort of cling to itself and her moving thighs, making all sorts of wild spray patterns. What didn't escape directly to the floor from there ran down her legs and feet and right onto the carpet. She was leaving vaguely foot shaped dry spots surrounded by wet streaks and splotches and dots as she walked.

She stopped just in front of my closet, and turned around as if to face my direction, which honestly freaked me out for second. Could she... see me? Or something like it? Did I even care at this point?

She squatted down, still holding her shirt the same. She looked down towards her glistening pussy. She had stopped peeing in the move to squat down. She stayed in this position without pissing for what seemed like an eternity. Was it over? Was she about to wake up after she realized she was done peeing? Could she actually find her way out of my room and back to my sister's room with out waking herself up in confusion? So many thoughts racing through my mind.

Then, she slowly raised her head, her eyes now actually closed. It looked like she was concentrating very hard. And then, finally, she let out a little sigh.

A small, cute little stream of pee began to leave her pussy lips. She took the first finger of her free hand, stuck just the very end of it in her mouth via the corner of her lips, and slowly opened her eyes. She tilted her head back down as if to look at her peeing pussy.

Pee kink or no, take my word for it when I tell you it was one of, if not the, most adorable things I'd ever witnessed a girl do.

She didn't go to much this time. Just enough to leave the carpet in front of my closet with a nice little puddle. Then she stood up. She walked over to the wall right next to my door, and stopped. She looked back and forth for just a second, and then stepped into the open doorway. She looked up and down the mostly dark hallway. She took one more step out into the hall, and stopped. She slowly turned her head back towards my room, myself seated not quite centrally, with the carpet around me and the wall to my side soaked in various places, and spotted in others, with her piss. She never turned her head quite far enough for me to see her eyes, just stood there for a few seconds like that. And then, she began walking down the hall, towards my sisters room.

I jumped up out of my chair and bolted for the doorway. I wanted to get one last glimpse of the closing act, even if the main show was over. I poked my head out of the doorway and faced down the hall in her direction. She was just walking past a nightlight that my dad kept in the hallway plug so he could see without turning the lights on when he had to get up in the night and piss.

For some reason, she was still holding her shirt up and, it was only then that I realized, she had left her panties on the floor! I hadn't even thought about her needing to put them back on. The glow from the nightlight produced a gorgeous glisten on her soaking wet legs. Her ass cheeks bounced ever so slightly as she stepped along.

She got to my sisters room, opened the door and stepped inside. Ass and pussy still bare as fuck for whoever might happen to be in there to see. I heard her gently close the door. I didn't hear my sister say anything, so she must of been asleep.

I stepped back into my newly christened latrine of bedroom, and slowly closed my own door. I looked down at the spot where she had tossed them, and sure enough, there were the panties. And to my pleasant surprise, when she had finished with her wall piss and started crossing the room doing her walking piss, she had ran a streak right across them.

I almost fell over myself going over to them and grabbing them out of the floor. When I held them up to look at them I realized that the wet streak, which was quite widely soaked into the thin soft cotton, was right on the patch that would cover her pussy.

I scrambled to pull my pants down, fighting to get them around my granite hard cock. I sort of waddled on my knees over in front of where the piss stain was on the wall, and stuffed those piss soaked panties right on to my face. I inhaled gently, the pissy spot right under my nostrils. The smell was exhilarating. I began to masturbate furiously, which if I'm being generous, lasted less than a minute.

I blasted cum all over the already stained wall. One particularly powerful shot managed to make it up and onto the piss stain. When I had finished, I just sort of collapsed backwards. My head landed gently right in the first, largest, puddle in front of the dresser. I still had the panties in my hand. I rolled over on my side, so I could get my nose right down to the floor. I took the panties, and shoved them at the piss soaked carpet. I scrubbed the carpet vigorously with them, moving them around a bit in my hand as I did, so as to soak up as much as I could. When I was satisfied that they were saturated enough, I picked them up, and laid them across my face. I could smell the piss from all directions now.

I laid there just taking it all in. The feel of the wet carpet, the intoxicating smell of her that she had left behind, the experience of getting to see it all unfold. Pure euphoria.

Before to long, I drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long I laid there, sleeping in all that delightful filth. But some hours later, and thankfully before daylight, I woke up. I pulled my pants and underwear the rest of the way off, used my shirt tail to wipe the pee off the side of my face, and dry the wet spot in my hair. I looked down at the glass of my own piss that was still sitting there beside my gaming chair. Somehow, it survived all the excitement of both Jane and myself meandering all around it. I picked it up, and started to head towards the door. Then I stopped, and actually said out loud..

"What the fuck does it matter now?"

Given all that had happened, why did I need to take it to the bathroom to empty? I stepped back toward the wall that Jane had so beautifully painted with her piss, and flung my own at the baseboard. I couldn't mess up her artwork just yet, after all, but I knew a hellish amount of cleaning was in my future. I put the glass on the tv dinner table in front of my chair, and looked at my bed. It was time. I had just one more thing to do first though.

I walked over to sort of diagonally in front of where Jane peed the last time, in front of the closet. The small puddle she left there had subsided somewhat. I rubbed my hands over my face, inhaled sharply, relaxed my pelvic floor, and released my pent up piss in one of my most favorite ways to do so. Completely bottomless, completely freehand, and not giving a flying fuck as to where it ended up. It felt wonderful.

I pulled my hands down from my face so I could watch myself finish. My notably larger puddle had formed pretty much right next to Jane's small one on the carpet. Feeling quite relieved, and pleased with myself, I walked over and turned out my bedroom light. Using the glow from the tv, that served double duty as my computer monitor, to see by, I walked over to my bed and crawled in. I had thrown the panties on the bed, and I grabbed them up and took one more long sniff, and stuffed them into the far end of my pillow case. I grabbed the remote from the table, turned the tv off, and was soon fast asleep.

Jane never let on that anything happened that night, so I always assumed she really was just sleepwalking the entire time. I only saw her a couple more times that summer before my sister headed off to college. I always wondered what she thought happened to those panties though.

All of the memories of that night came rushing back. After thinking about that for just a moment, how could I say no to giving her a ride?

"Fuck me. Why couldn't you have called before I ate? I coulda had some good shit out somewhere if I knew I was headed that way" I told my sister.

"So you'll do it?! Fuck yeah! I owe you dude."

"Hell yeah you do, and don't think I'm gonna forget about that gas money. I'll get ready to head that way"

"Not yet, she's not ready to go yet. Let her finish her food. She'll call the house when she's getting closer to done, and you can come get her. She won't be to long, don't worry. Thanks again Bro, bye."

I chilled out just watching some YouTube, waiting for her to call. I had taken the cordless house phone into my room so I could just grab it when she did. With a full belly and it getting a little later, I soon drifted off to sleep, phone in my lap.

Some time later, the ringing phone in my lap woke me up. Still half asleep, I picked it up.

"Hello" I said.

There was a notable moment of silence, and then..

"Is Zach there?"