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Archive name: Mysister.txt (ff, sisters, ws)
Authors name: Tinker (no address)
Story title : My Sister's Secret

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I had fallen ill that morning at school, so I returned 
home before lunch and stayed half in my bed and half in 
the bathroom for the early afternoon. I suppose it must 
have been something I had eaten or something like that, 
because the illness went away fairly quickly. So by 
about two o'clock, I felt well enough to assure my 
mother that she could go out and do some shopping for 
dinner. I stayed in my room, reading some old magazines 
and prepared to spend the rest of the day doing nothing 
at all.

About half an hour later, I heard the gate in the 
backyard being opened and looked out of my window on 
the first floor. It was not my mother returning, but my 
big sister, coming back from high school. I always 
returned from school much later than she did. She 
pushed her bike into the shed and then noticed that my 
mother's bike was not there. For some reason, she 
dashed towards the back door and seemed to confirm that 
it was closed. Of course it was---my mother would never 
leave it open without somebody downstairs. But my 
sister had her own key, so she could always let herself 
in.

I expected her to do just that, but instead she went 
back to the shed. Oh, she had forgotten to bring her 
bag with her. Strange, first running out to check the 
back door if you could carry the bag with you right 
away. And what now? To my surprise, I saw her leaving 
the little garden path to the back door, and casually 
walking through the flower beds. The seam of her skirt 
slowly brushed the tops of the flowers. Then she halted 
in the middle of a bed of medium-sized red flowers 
which name I don't know. She quickly looked around, and 
then fixed her eyes on our back gate. For about ten 
seconds, she just stood there, motionless, her hands 
clutching her bag in front of her chest. Then I seemed 
to see her gasp, I'm not sure of that. As if in a 
reflex, my sister glanced down to her feet, and then 
fixed on the gate again. She firmly closed her eyes and 
looked as if she pushed hard, very strange. Now she 
moved her feet a bit, still with her eyes closed, and I 
could see a smile appearing on her face. Soon, her eyes 
opened up again, and shortly after that, she proceeded 
further through the flower bed towards the back door.

I waited for her on the top of the stairs. She seemed 
shocked when she discovered that she was not home 
alone. "Hi sis. I've been at home today because I was 
ill at school. What was your day like?" She mumbled 
something and scrambled past me, into the bathroom. 
Strange again. If she had to go that bad, why not use 
the toilet downstairs? I shrugged and returned to my 
room.

When sis left the bathroom and went downstairs again, 
there was something silly that struck me. I had heard 
water running, but no toilet flush. I had to go myself, 
so I had been waiting for that familiar sound. When it 
did not come, I went into the bathroom, only to 
discover that the toilet had not been used at all. I 
got curious. What had my sister been doing there, if it 
was not going to the toilet? She had washed her hands 
alright, but that was no reason for scrambling up the 
stairs either.

I forgot my intention to go myself and curiously looked 
around our bathroom. Everything seemed normal. All our 
girl's pre-shower, shower, and after-shower stuff was 
in its place, my father's after shave was there, our 
tooth brushes...the clothes hamper...the towels...
everything perfectly alright. What could she have 
been doing in here? More by instinct as by conscious
thought, a pair of undies attracted my attention, but
I just knew they weren't there when I threw my clothes
in. I picked them out. They were heavy. Too heavy. 

With blinking eyes, I saw that they were wet. I pinched
them at the waist band and held them in front of me. 
Wet alright. Just in the crotch area and between the 
legs, to a good deal up the cheeks. And given the slight
yellow colour and the smell, it was not from water. 
It looked suspiciously like my big sister had been 
wetting her panties on the way home. But how had see 
been sitting on her cycle then? Her skirt had no stain
on the back, I was sure. 

Slowly something dawned on me. I remembered my sister 
strolling through the flower bed, and standing still 
for a minute or so. The idea was outrageous, of course, 
but it seemed the only possibility.

I carefully looked back at the panties. Yes, it was a 
sure sign of a good pee, and right in them too. While 
standing up. And now I looked closer, I noticed a very 
faint area of yellowish stain an inch around the wet 
material, and this was dry. I started to blush. Had my 
sister wet herself not one, but two times in these 
panties? Maybe even more, given some suspicious 
overlapping areas? I had to know. I went back to the 
clothes hamper and dug for the other pair of panties 
that should be there. It was, navy blue this time. My 
sister and me prefer white panties, but under our short 
skirts we usually wear coloured ones, and yesterday my 
sister had worn her mini. With trembling fingers I took 
the pair out and examined them in front of the window. 

It was difficult to see, but here I could discern a 
faint, slightly darker stain as well, extending way up 
her ass this time. And the smell told me that it wasn't 
just my imagination. My sister had wet herself under 
her mini as well, I was sure.

I stuffed her soiled panties back into the hamper and 
went to my room, feeling puzzled. How strange this was. 

Why would my sister wet herself like a baby, when she 
obviously could hold it if she wanted to? These had 
been no accidents, given what I had seen her doing in 
the garden. She just stood there and did it in her 
panties, absolutely deliberately. I let myself fall 
forward on my bed and put my head on my hands. Strange, 
strange. Would she do this every day, weeing in her 
panties before coming home? She could not do it at the 
college, of course. Or could she? With a skirt, nobody 
would notice, but she could not sit down afterwards. 

Maybe she could with her mini. Her blue panties had 
been wet in the back... but why would she DO it? I 
rolled on my back and looked at the ceiling. Why?

At that moment, sis came in with a cup of tea. She put 
it down next to my bed and asked how I felt. Reasonably 
well, thanks. Thank you for the tea. Yes, I could go to 
school tomorrow. No, that would be fine. Just as fine 
as she would be, going to college again. I swallowed. 

Would she already plan to wet herself tomorrow? What if 
I asked her? I started to blush again. My sister 
noticed this. "Hey, you look like you have a fever. Are 
you sure you should go to school?" I shrugged. "Just as 
sure as you'll be wetting yourself tomorrow." It just 
slipped out.

My sister blinked and her jaw dropped, but she quickly 
recovered. "What? What do you mean?" "What I said. I 
suppose you will wee in your panties again tomorrow, 
after school. Just as you did today and yesterday." She 
now clearly felt uncomfortable, so I was right. "But 
how...how did you know? I mean, what on Earth makes you 
think that?" I nodded towards the bathroom door: "Your 
wet underwear in the hamper. And I saw you watering the 
plants in the garden not a quarter of an hour ago." My 
sister muttered "shit" and looked away. She fell 
silent.

After a few seconds, I just asked her: "Why do you do 
it? There's no need to wet yourself and have wet 
panties. And why don't you always change your underwear 
after spoiling it?" My sister sat down on my bed and 
shook her head. "The first time it happened it was sort 
of an accident. I was about twelve I think, out on 
school camp, and we were on a long walk through the 
country when I had to pee really badly. Of course there 
was no place to stop and hide. I struggled on for 
another mile and then tripped over a rock. Wham! Before 
I noticed, I did a spurt into my panties. No enough to 
drip through, fortunately, and I wore a skirt so there 
was nothing visible to be ashamed of. I just got up on 
my feet and continued walking with a wet spot between 
my legs. Of course I still needed to pee badly, and 
given that I now already had wet my underwear, I 
thought, what the hell."

"At the first suitable moment, I moved away a bit from 
the group and released a second spurt. I felt it go 
into my panties and creep backwards. It also was a 
great relief. So I did another spurt, and another, 
which caused a nice, warm feeling between my legs. And 
my skirt hid it all! Then I felt a drop going down my 
left leg, so I stopped walking for a moment and 
considered my options. I still had to pee, more than 
ever. I couldn't squat, not even with my panties still 
on and my skirt down, because it would attract 
immediate attention. So I could either struggle on or 
keep standing up and let it all go under my skirt. 

Wetting myself completely seemed not to bad at that 
moment. I had bare legs and wore a light summer skirt 
with open shoes. Before I knew it, I started weeing 
heavily into my panties, and I even had to part my feet 
a little to save my shoes from the shower. When I felt 
I had released enough, I stopped weeing in my panties, 
and caught up with the rest. Nobody had seen anything. 

It felt strange, walking with obviously soaked 
underwear under my skirt, but it was not unpleasant.
In fact, as I walked on, I recalled the particular 
sensation of weeing in my panties while standing up, 
and found that it had been pleasant to say the least. 

Apart from the relief, the feeling of warmth sloshing 
around my crotch was just very exciting. So within a 
mile, I found myself lagging a bit behind the group 
again, and soon I was enjoying the view with my legs 
spread out under my skirt in eager expectation. It took 
only a few seconds to begin. Two boys had joined me to 
look at the scenery as well. They did not notice 
anything! While I was wetting myself deliciously under 
my dress, they went on, wondering what was so special 
about the view. This time I kept weeing until the last 
drop had passed into my panties. I shuddered and went 
after the group, my panties sopping away in secrecy. 
Nobody ever found out that I hadwetted myself three 
times that day!"

I'd been listening silently and hesitated for a moment. 
I had expected something, but not this. "So...after 
that day, you started to wet your panties on purpose?" 
"Yup. Once in a while, I would get in the mood and go 
out and just do it. It would dry quickly enough and it 
always was great fun. Especially when it was raining, 
because then I could do it everywhere. I often got home 
wet under my rain coat." I nodded. "And so you started 
to do it more and more?" "Well, no. Only the last few 
weeks, I have been indulging myself like this. It must 
be the stress of the exams coming closer."

"And how did you do it yesterday, with your mini 
skirt?" Sis smiled. "With a mini, I always have more 
fun. I usually forget to keep my knees together all the 
time, so I'm sure that the boys often look at my 
panties. I don't mind, it's just plain blue fabric they 
can see. But when I want to wet my panties, I get very 
conscious of my little skirt, and take great care to 
cover my panties up. When I am sure nobody can see 
them, I just start spurting, and when the gushing 
starts, I squat like I'm picking something up. Although 
I don't know what a boy would do if he spotted me 
wearing wet panties. I should try once, I think."

Another silence fell. I looked at nothing in 
particular, fumbling for something appropriate to say. 
But it was my sister who spoke again. "Don't you want 
to try it yourself once?" she asked. "What?! Wetting my 
panties? Me? Why?" "Because it is so much fun! And so 
easy! Believe me, you ought to try it, really. It's 
very simple and even if you don't like it, you just 
pull on new panties and that's it. Come on, let's do 
it." She jumped off my bed and went downstairs, leaving 
me behind. Slowly I got up and followed her, not sure 
what to do at all. Wetting my panties?

I caught up with my sister in the garden, where she had 
been looking for a suitable place. "Right. Just stand 
in the middle of the lawn, that would be best for the 
first time." I still wasn't sure about it all, but 
slowly walked to the spot she indicated. "Great. You're 
wearing a very nice dress for this occasion, sissy. Now 
stand still and feel your pee coming up. You need to 
pee, I hope?" I nodded. I remembered I had wanted to go 
for some time already. But doing it in my dress?

"Just wait. It will happen if you want it. Your dress 
makes it absolutely inconspicuous as long as you don't 
do anything silly. Even if mum comes back, she won't 
notice what you're doing. Now, are you ready?" I 
shrugged. A strange tension had come over me. It was 
some kind of excitement, rather pleasurable. The kind 
you feel when doing something naughty. Or no, something 
else, but I was not sure exactly what it was. But I 
liked it. Well, would I do it? Sis was right, it would 
be very straightforward to wee through my panties under 
my dress. And if it was as much fun as she claimed 
indeed...it should be worth a try. I needed to pee 
badly.

"Alright sis, what will I feel when I start?" Her face 
lit up: "So you will try it? Great! Well, you feel 
nothing special at first. It feels just like doing a 
normal pee. But quickly after you start, you feel 
something warm and pleasant between your legs, 
something that goes everywhere. Everything under your 
dress will get hot and wet, and then you'll feel it 
coming down your legs. I usually either squat or part 
my legs at that time. But you could take off your socks 
and shoes, so that it would be even more fun." I nodded 
and pulled up my left leg to remove my sock and shoe. 
Then my right leg. I now was completely bare under my 
long dress, except for my panties of course. My toes 
dug deep into the fresh grass.

"I think I will keep standing up. Squatting to wee in 
my panties seems silly. You are sure I can just start 
like this?" I looked down to my dress, that flowed 
nicely down my legs and felt very comfortable. I liked 
wearing dresses; they gave you a sense of freedom, much 
better than trousers. But I had never thought about 
this kind of freedom before. "Yes, you can just start. 
You don't need to do anything special. Just push and 
make your panties wet, and after that, start weeing 
normally. And don't forget to enjoy it!"

Easily said. 'Just push...' Ever tried to wee into your 
clothes before? It takes more than a few second 
thoughts and deep breaths. But eventually I decided 
that I would give it a try. "Okay sis. I'm gonna do it. 
Wait and see." I swallowed and took a last breath. 
Then, just as she had told me, I started to push and 
felt it coming.

It came quicker than I had expected after all. While I 
silently looked down at my dress, I felt that I had 
started to pee, and with my toes curled, I pressed 
firmly, against all my instincts. There! A firm gush of 
hot wee poured out into my panties and drenched them 
right away. I gasped and looked at my sister. "I've wet 
my panties, I think. You're right. It does not feel 
very strange at all. Just warm and comfy." Sis nodded 
approvingly and encouraged me to go on. "Now just start 
weeing and enjoy it. Don't worry about your dress, it's 
perfectly safe."

I took another breath and pressed again. With a now 
clearly distinguishable hot spot deeply under my dress, 
I proceeded to wee in my panties for real. Quickly it 
was streaming out in powerful bursts, and I felt it 
spread around my crotch, and everywhere. I kept 
checking my dress, no matter what sis told me. But she 
was right. It did not show at all, and it felt great. I 
wanted more. Pressing harder and harder, I threw out 
everything I had into my panties. It came down both my 
legs in a hot waterfall, and splattered on the top of 
my feet. My sister giggled. "You get rather carried 
away with it, don't you?" she asked. I smiled. "You're 
right, sis. It feels very, very good. Warm and wet, and 
very exciting. I'm glad you told me I should try."

It was now completely warm and wet under my dress, legs 
included. I tightened my thigh muscles to feel as much 
of my wet sticky panties as possible. The wonderful 
feeling was not comparable to anything else, and 
certainly not to wearing a wet swim suit. Wet panties 
under a dry dress were infinitely more exciting, 
especially when you were still weeing into them. And 
nothing showed! If I had put my legs a bit apart, my 
feet wouldn't even be wet! I felt the urge to push my 
hands into my crotch, but that would have spoiled my 
dress, so instead I crossed my thighs and pressed hard, 
rhythmically. This was even more fun!

Still looking down, I now felt the end coming, and with 
a last firm push I gushed out another wave of warm 
comfort. I felt almost sorry that it was over. Dripping 
and heavily breathing, I stood there for half a minute 
or so, enjoying the immense pleasure. How strange that 
such a simple, naughty thing as wetting my panties 
under my dress could be so wonderful. At last, I slowly 
tore away from the spot on the lawn, and made a tour 
through the garden. My wet feet would have left trails 
on the pavement, so I kept to the grass instead. It 
felt great to wear completely wet panties while just 
running around, for everybody to see. But eventually, 
reality took over and I rushed inside to change my 
panties.

In the bathroom, I couldn't keep myself from first 
inspecting my dress in the mirror, and then hiking it 
up to look at my panties. As expected, they showed a 
nice dark stain in the front and the back, just as my 
sister's. Nice, very nice. I slid my finger down 
between my legs and shuddered from delight as the 
moist, slippy fabric tickled my sensitive skin. I 
tickled myself for a while, but then remembered that my 
mother could come home any moment now. Reluctantly I 
took my wet panties off and threw them into the clothes 
hamper. After a quick cleanup, I went downstairs to see 
my sister. We talked excitedly about this new exciting 
game, and did so until my mother returned. I was really 
very glad that I had fallen ill that morning, all 
things considered.
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