Mick meanwhile was back in the guest room, rummaging in his bag. He withdrew a small pill bottle and quickly popped the cap, tipping one into his hand before tossing it in his mouth and washing it down with a mouthful of water from a small bottle he had with him.
Marie by this time was looking in her closet and pulled out a light grey sports hoodie, slipping it on with ease, before taking and wearing a dark mid-length skirt, which came down to just above the knee. She looked cute and very sexy, like an adult version of a high-schooler.
“Ready”, she called out, followed by “hurry Mick, I really need to go”
Mick was still in his room when the sound of her urgent voice carried through to the camera, hidden in the guest room. He grabbed his phone and headed out across the passage.
“Perfect!” he exclaimed as he set eyes on Marie in her impromptu schoolgirl outfit.
“Follow me”, he added, taking her hand before almost dragging here into the bathroom.
I switched the bathroom cam to full-screen and watched as he ushered her into the shower cubicle. Siding his cell phone open, he ***********ed the front camera and turned the video recording on, holding the phone so the lens pointed up under her skirt. I was fascinated and started to pump my already erect cock in eager anticipation of what they were doing.
“Put your legs together”
Marie adjusted her stance, her two legs parallel.
“Now you can pee, I want you to pee your panties”
Marie looked embarrassed, and wriggled about, desperate to pee but reluctant to repeat the unfortunate weakness of her youth. Then it happened, at first just a few drips, then a stream ran down her pantyhose appearing as a dark stream running down the inside of her legs as she finally relented and the need to pee surpassed her reluctance. Her face was a picture of shame and embarrassment, her mind no doubt recalling memories of past accidents.
The stream lasted a good 20 seconds, followed by a short period where the frequency of drips gradually slowed.
Mick withdrew his phone and stopped the video.
Suddenly, Mick called out “Mom, mom, Marie peed her panties again”, suddenly switching into role-play. He grabbed her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Once again, I clicked on one of the bedroom cams and expanded it to full-screen.
Mick led her over to the bed. “I’m going to have to punish you for being such a bad girl” he said sternly before sitting down and pulling her, face-down over his knees. He pulled up her skirt and lifted above her waist, revealing my wife’s ass, a dark, glistening patch of fabric around her crotch, betraying the wetness of her panties and pantyhose. Mick almost immediately raised his arm and brought his hand down hard on her ass. Marie jumped and shrieked at the force of the slap. Mick raised his hand once more, landing a second blow on her ass. He repeated the spanking time after time, each strike eliciting a squeal of pain.
I switched cam to get a better view of her face and was shocked to see tears streaming down her cheeks. Mick continued to spank here for several more minutes before relenting. He pulled her up and standing before shifting his position, pushed her face-down on the bed.
Marie’s skirt was still up around her waist as Mick used both hands to rip apart her pantyhose. The robe he was wearing had fallen open and he was sporting a boner, that was twitching up and down. He stood behind her and once satisfied that he had torn enough of her pantyhose away, pushed her panties to the side and slid his cock into her pussy in one sharp movement. Marie cried out as he stretched her.
Mick began pumping her furiously, slamming into her with each stroke. Marie started moaning, her body responding to the frantic pounding it was receiving.
Mick continued to pound her pussy from behind, and I was surprised that he could keep up such a pace. Marie, meanwhile, was gibbering away, lost in a sexual euphoria. This was pure animalistic lust and I loved watching the two of them. Marie’s body spasmed as an orgasm flooded over her, but Mick was relentless as if her orgasm had inspired him to keep going.
Marie was repeating “OMG, OMG” over and over as Mick’s sizeable erection pummelled her inner depths, no doubt, stretching her walls, rubbing her g-spot, and continuously bumping into her cervix. Marie, my wife, was lost, floating somewhere in a seemingly endless procession of uncontrollable orgasms. I pumped my eager cock hard watching this scenario unfold on-screen, knowing I would burst at any moment.
Mick grunted and his body spasmed, thrusting one final time pumping his seed deep inside my unprotected wife. Almost simultaneously I released, trying to grab a tissue but failing to catch the squirts in time, resulting in globs of cum splattering the screen and keyboard. I busied myself trying to wipe the screen, more smearing it than cleaning it. I needed a damp cloth, so hurried to the bathroom, returning moments later with one of the hotel’s facecloths soaked under the tap and wrung out and wiped the screen with it, followed by the keyboard. I observed what was happening on the screen, Mick had collapsed across the back of his sister, his cock deep inside her laying across her back, still deeply rooted inside her.
Riveted to the screen, I saw Marie laying there, almost motionless except for signs of her gasping for air, trying to regain control of her breathing, her body twitching occasionally as if experiencing a kind of sexual aftershock that was following an orgasmic earthquake. I had never seen her seem so sexually replete before.
After several minutes locked together, Mick, appeared to recover slightly, rolling off her back and lay at the side of his sister, his cock finally deflating, extracted itself from her pussy, the elastication in her wet panties pushed to the side by his cock finally releasing him.
After a few minutes more, Mick climbed off the bed, and took Marie by the hand, using his strength to pull her up from the bed.
“Come on, we haven’t finished yet” he said encouraging her.
He dragged her into the bathroom and I switched viewpoint, enlarging the view from the bathroom cam as they entered. He directed her into the shower.
“Kneel down facing me”, he commanded and she willingly knelt in front of him, her head bowed.
“Look up at me”
She turned her face upwards and opened her eyes just in time to see him holding his deflated cock, which was still sizeable even when limp. It swelled slightly as he released a stream of yellow urine onto her body, soaking into her hoodie and bra, running down onto her skirt, his hand directing the flow, he aimed higher, splashing her face and hair. His flow lasted a good 20 seconds, leaving her sopping wet from head to toe with his urine. Marie looked mortified but never flinched away, letting her brother do as he pleased with her.
Although some had trickled to the floor, most of it had soaked into her clothes.
Satisfied, he shook the remaining droplets and offered his hand out, which she grasped as he pulled her to her feet, her hair and clothes wet through.