My family is pretty close knit. There are five kids (I'm the youngest)and we're all about eighteen months apart so we always did everything together. Including bathing and, if necessary, using the toilet when someone else was in the tub or shower. There was only one bathroom in our old farmhouse and it meant that we all learned anatomy at an early age. Still, this hadn't prepared me for what happened this weekend.

The day before Thanksgiving, my brother "Steve" brought his fiancee "Gwen" home for the holiday. The other family had met Gwen already, but I've been serving in Iraq for the last two years and hadn't had the pleasure yet. Steve and Gwen got into town at dinner time on Wednesday, but I was out with friends and didn't get in until about 2 AM. I fell into bed, but woke about a half an hour later feeling a little sick to my stomach. I threw up in the trash can mostly, but splashed my hands and chest a bit. So I took the fouled trash can into the bathroom, washed it out and jumped in the shower to wash off.

I have an unusual showering method. I lay in the tub and let the water hit my body for about 15 minutes. Then when the water goes cold, I stand up, soap up, and rinse off. Not surprisingly, I tend to jerk off while I'm lying there.

The warm water felt good and, purely out of habit, I started stroking myself as the spray hit my cock. Just then, I heard the door open. I instinctively covered my crotch just as a young woman I'd never seen before entered the bathroom.

She was a real looker. Petite, maybe 5'3" and 105 lbs. Auburn hair with coppery highlights and those bright green eyes that only true redheads have. Her seafoam green spaghetti strap shortie pjs set off her milky white skin with a heavy dusting of freckles on her shoulders and chest.

I shut off the water and she looked at me.

"Oh!" we both said at the same time. She blushed and my cock stiffened beneath my palms. She started to back out of the bathroom.

"You must be Gwen." I said stupidly.

"And you're Theodore, right?"

I laughed. "Actually, I'm Eddie." I corrected. "Theodore is my first name, but no one calls me that except my mom when she's angry."

Gwen giggled. "She must have been mad with you tonight then!"

I nodded my head. "She would be. She planned a nice dinner for the whole family and I went out drinking instead. Tha's why we haven't met before. Sorry." I offered lamely.

She shook her head. "Don't worry. We've met now." To my disbelief, she stuck out her hand. I hesistated, then shook it with the hand that wasn't directly on my balls.

"Now that we've met," Gwen said, "I'm afraid that I have to take care of some business." She closed the bathroom door.

"Huh?" I asked in confusion.

Gwen didn't answer. She was too busy yanking down her pj bottoms, giving me a brief glimpse of coppery pubic fluff before she settled on the toilet. Gwen sighed as her pee tinkled into the bowl. She lifted up a bit to pat herself dry with a folded over bit of tissue, flushed, and stood up again. As she pulled up her shorts, I could see that her bush had been neatly trimmed. She smiled, washed her hands, wished me good night and left.

My future sister in law had just pissed in front of me without the least bit of embarassment. I've never seen a girl other than my sisters pee and it suddenly struck me as incredibly erotic. I returned to my throbbing cock and with the image of Gwen's red pubic hair damp with urine, spurted come all over my belly.

The next morning, I thought it was just a Jack and coke fueled wet dream, but there across the breakfast table from me sat the same redhead. This time, she wore a sky blue tutrtleneck and white jeans. The delicate blue and white made her coloring even more vibrant. As Steve introduced us, I wasn't sure whether to act as if we hadn't met yet, but Gwen winked at me and said we were old friends and had met in the bathroom last night. What Steve and the rest of the family thought about this revelation, I'll never know, because just then, my two year old niece came in with a basket full of fresh laid eggs and tripped over the puppy. Eggs flew everywhere, the puppy howled, and my niece started the cry. As we helped clean up the mess, Gwen winked at me again.

My mother likes to go out Thanksgiving morning to buy flowers for the table and get a sneak peek at tomorrow's sales. She took all the women out with her to the mall in the next town, with the promise to be back by 2 to finish cooking. I helped my brothers and brother in law burn a pile of leaves and brnaches and then they all went into town to find a bar with the game on because our tv never got more than three channels.

Alone in the house, I couldn't help but head for the guest room. I pushed open the door and saw the seafoam p.j. set lying on the bed. Before I could stop myself, I had the bottoms in my hand, grinding the silky fabric into my face. There was the scent of tea rose perfume and beneath it a faint urine scent. I groaned as my cock got instantly rock hard. I carried the garment with me to the bathroom, where I planned to jerk off as I smelled it.

There was a sudden giggle when I closed the door. Gwen was perched in an unusual position on the toilet, sort of squatting with her freckled buttocks touching her heels. "Hi, Eddie!"

I don't know what embarassed me more, that I had her pj's pressed to my nose or her position, which left her pink slit completely exposed.

"Sorry," I managed to say. "I thought everyone was gone.

Gwen shrugged. "I could have locked the door."

"Um..." I wasn't sure what to say.

"Have a seat, Eddie." Gwen said. "I know you want to. Besides talking always makes this easier for me."

I wasn't sure what she meant, but then a look of concentration came over her face and a small amount of pee trickled out. My cock jumped, but just then her anus opened to emit a delicate trio of farts.

"I'm constipated." Gwen explained. "Your mom's cooking is killing my digestive system. Her mashed potatoes are like glue."

I watched speechless as she reached down and held her ass cheeks apart. She shut her eyes and grunted. I could see the dark brown tip of a turd peek out momentarily. Then, Gwen exhaled and her anus closed.

"I've been pushing for an hour." she complained. "I left with your mom and sisters, but when we got to the end of the road, my belly was cramping so much that I asked to get out. I thought a walk would loosen up my bowels, but no luck." SHe paused and her eyes glazed over as she gave another internal clench. This time, about a half inch of shit emerged before ths strain grew too great.

The effort left Gwen's pretty face damp with perpiration and her eyes glittered with unshed tears. "Oh, Eddie, I can't take much more. You have to help me!'

"Me? Help? How?" I stammered.

Her voice turned coy. "I know you want me, Eddie." She inclined her head at the pj bottoms in my hand. "And you can have me, too."

"I can't Gwen. Steve's my brother.You're going to be family."

She shook her head. "I'm not going to marry Steve. He's been fucking some slut at his office for two months. I came here to try to patch things up, but he's already called her twice. It's over."

I digested this. It made sense. Steve had been talking quietly on his cell phone while the fire burned. I wondered how he could cheat on a peach like Gwen.

"Eddie," Gwen pleaded, "A good fuck will make me go. It always does."

Against my better judgement, I nodded. Gwen grinned and srang up from the toilet. She leaned against the sink, presenting her upturned ass to me. "Fuck my ass, Eddie."

Have you ever rammed your cock into a girl's shit-packed ass. It doesn't sound erotic, but the variety of textures and temperatures surrounding your cock is incredible. Gwen clutched the towel rack and squealed each time I thrust. I fingered the nipples on her small tits until they stood out like erasers, then dipped my left hand into the running well that was her pussy.

Finally, my balls tightened and I shot what felt like a gallon of jizz into her bowels. She disengaged and left me staring at my shit smeared cock while she perched on the toilet again.

Gwen's eyes were squeezed shut and she panted as her fucked-open anus allowed the turd to slid more freely down her passage. I watched in amazement, as her asshole dilated three full inches in diameter. The monster log of shit exerted so much pressure that it made her pussy gape open. I reached forward and slipped a finger inside. Gwen was gushing pee at this point and the hot fluid coated my hand. I could feel the turd pressing against her inner walls.

"Yes, press on it," Gwen gasped. I slid another finger inside and complied. Beneath the ridged pussy walls, a lumpy mass was moving. I would see more of it decending out of her ass. It looked like a huge black cock fucking her ass. At the thought of petite white-skinned Gwen impaled on some big black guy's tool, my own cock stiffened again. Without hesistation, I rammed it into her open pussy.

Each time, Gwen bore down on the turd, the same muscles clenched my cock. I could also feel the shit log moving. It was like a second cock thrusting in her, driving us both wild. When the turd reached its widest point, she climaxed, milking my cock dry and expelling the last of the excrement.

Afterwards, we showered together and explored each other's bodies more conventionally. Then, across the dinner table that night, I smiled when I saw Gwen wink and take another serving of mashed potatoes.