The Summer of '89

I looked at her doubtfully for a moment, but the look on her face quickly warned me to comply. Embarrassed beyond anything I'd ever experienced in my life, I bent over and kissed the underwear, grudgingly, and was careful to kiss the cleanest piece of cloth I could find.

"No, no," she smirked. "Right here." And she pointed to the thick brown stain. I hesitated, and she added, "That's right. Kiss the skid marks in my underwear."

This time I felt broken by the humility, and figuring it was no use to attempt to retain any dignity, I leaned forward and placed my lips square on the stain, and held them there. The dread in my heart was no competition to the erotic scent that wafted off the underwear, and I immediately began to spring a hard-on.

The look on her face was amazing. She looked almost glassy-eyed as she bore witness to my humiliation. She seemed to soak in every detail.

"I'm sorry, but that is so hot," she said. "There's something about watching you kissing what is essentially a shit stain in my underwear right in front of me. You should see yourself! You look like you could cry from the humiliation!"

She suddenly pulled the underwear away, and leaned down until our lips were nearly touching. I thought she was going to kiss me and it startled me, but she just sniffed.

"Gawdamn," she exclaimed, "You stink!" And then she giggled. "I can smell my piss on your face!" she added gleefully. She pulled back and delighted in this thought for a moment.

Then like watching a light go on in her head, I could see she just had some devilish thought come to her. "Alright, Brad, you're not going to like this, but I need some proof that you're going to keep up your end of the bargain. A test, if you will."

I gulped.

Her face looked downright evil in its glee. "Here's the test... You have to let me mark you as my slave."

"What?" I asked in surprise. "What do you mean? Are we talking a tattoo? You want to brand me or something?" I asked doubtfully.

"Noooo," she said. "I want to mark you as mine. As my territory, so to speak. Like dogs do..."

"What are you talking about, Angie?" I really had no clue where she was going with this.

"I want to piss on you. Y'know, mark you as my property."

Suddenly, my increasing doubts came to a head. Although I'd often fantasized about something sort of like that, I'd never really come that far, even in fantasy. It had always surrounded simply sniffing her underwear, or cleaning them with my mouth. Additionally, the implications of allowing a fantasy — no matter how exciting — to become reality were not lost on me. It would change me; it would change both of us forever. Partially to not give in too easily, I scream-whispered at her, "No fucking way!"

"Aunt Jeanine!" she called upstairs lightly and confidently, and I felt a sudden clutch of fear kick me in the nuts, like the feeling you get in free fall or when riding a particularly scary roller coaster. I felt my hard-on wilt. She paused to enjoy the raw fear on my face and continued, "Is it OK if Brad and I go down to the boardwalk tonight?" Then she looked down at me with smug triumph.

As my Mom called down her approval, I folded inwardly. I resigned myself to letting my 18-year-old cousin have her way with me, in any way that she wanted, not merely in fantasy, but in real life. I knew it would define me to her for as long as she knew me, and it would mean she could look at me and say to herself, "I made him do this... or do that..." No words can describe the combination of elation and defeat I felt at her hands at that moment. I knew I was at her mercy and I could feel to my soul that there was not going to be much mercy to be had.

"Alright," I agreed meekly.

"Really??" she cried out in surprise. "Are you serious???"

"Yes," I said to my own disbelief. Then she began to unzip her jeans.

"Right now?!?" I protested.

"Sure," she said with an easy air, "you can strip down afterwards and wash your own clothes before coming upstairs."

"What'll I wear? Mom and Dad'll wonder why I'm spending the whole night downstairs!"

"You'll think of something," she laughed between snaps of the gum. I stared in disbelief at her body as she did that little hip-shifting thing girls do when they're pulling off tight clothes. The sight secured me to my fate as certainly as any physical contraption could. Still, the erotic tension conflicted dramatically with the dread that gripped me. This all seemed to be happening so suddenly, so fast.

Finally, she'd gotten her pants down and kicked them off. I was now staring at a pair of underwear that I recognized as a pair that I had sniffed, licked, and washed a half dozen times in the last 2 months. But this time they were still on Angie, and I hated to admit it, but my cock belied an eagerness to comply with Angie's meanest wish that I could not deny. I felt mesmerized at the sight of her thinly veiled pussy, and I swear I could smell her wonderful scent, though that may have simply been from her underwear on my face earlier.

Angie looked thoughtfully for a moment as though she were thinking about something, and then said, "Get on your knees. Maybe I'll make another deal with you that might let you off the hook..."

"On my knees?"

"Yeah, of course! You didn't think I was going to piss on your leg or something, did you?" she giggled. "Don't worry, like I said maybe we can work something out that might get you off the hook."

I reluctantly dropped to my knees in front of her. Now I could see her underwear more clearly, and I could definitely smell her scent. That scent really had the power to make me lose all rationale...

"Kiss my feet," she said, "and if you do a good job, I won't... well, you know!" I found her momentary shyness incredibly charming.

"Just kiss them, right?" I asked tentatively, feeling that an out was a good thing at this time, in spite of the pressure of my excitement. The demeaning nature of literally being pissed on just seemed too much.

"Yeah, I guess," she answered slowly, as though she might reconsider, "but I'll be more impressed if you lick them good too!" And she giggled as she shifted one foot forward. She was wearing those socks they called "peds" that were so popular at the time, with the little ball at the heel. I noticed they had that two- or three-day scent to them that I had grown weak from.

I peeled the moist sock off of her foot, and heard her giggle in anticipation of my dirty deed. I bowed down before her and kissed her foot. The truth is, as rank as it was, it somehow smelled beautiful to me. I warmed to my task as I kissed each toe. I began to lick in between each of her toes, savoring (or enduring) the sweaty cheesy taste.

Then, placing the side of my face fully on the cold cement cellar floor, I began to kiss the arch of her foot. I began slavishly trying to lick the bottom of her foot. While my tongue ran along the underside of the sweaty arch of her foot, I was also forced to lick the cellar floor, too. I knew that she would notice that I was going above and beyond the call of duty, and that this would expose my weaknesses to her, but I was beyond caring and really didn't want to be pissed on.

Suddenly, I began to hear a trickling sound, and then I noticed her foot was wet. I tentatively licked a droplet off of her foot, and just before I realized what it was, I felt a rivulet of hot fluid begin to run down beside my ear and down onto my neck. I was in such shock I couldn't move. The trickling sound grew to more of a splash, and I could feel the hot liquid spraying down on the side of my head.

I lifted my head off the floor and looked up at Angie. She had spread her legs and pulled her underwear to one side. I saw her beautiful pussy for the first time, no more than a foot or so from my face. I could smell the sweet pungency of pussy juice over the heady urine. Suddenly my vision blurred as a hot stream of blinding piss shot from her pussy, directly into my face. Shame burned inside of me as I realized that my cousin had just made me lick her feet and was now urinating on my face anyway. In spite of my obvious willingness to degrade myself for her, she had tricked me into even greater humiliation!