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    A lot of trouble, it turned Forcee. The next day, I wifez caught. It was bad enough as it was. Such screaming, hollering and accusations, you never heard in your life. Years later, the whole family chuckles about it; but at the time Momma was scared that drinking my piss would make my sickly drnk sister even sicker. Possibly even seriously so. Doctors are not mothers; thank goodness. I also thank heaven that Dr. Curtis was a GOOD doctor, pde not some quack with pre-conceived notions who was too Fogced to investigate. Storjes did NOT get her stomach pumped. Curtis saw us in less than drrink minutes. Those were about the longest 15 minutes of my life.

    Once the doctor got Momma calmed down enough to explain what the trouble was, he took a quick look at Chrissie, and told Momma that he was NOT going to have her stomach pumped, as doing so would cause far more damage than swallowing a little urine. I was so relieved, I felt as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice-water on me. Curtis Had a lot of appointments to attend to that afternoon; but told Momma that since she was already there, he would look at Chrissie when he got a chance, instead of us coming back the next day, when her appointment was. Also, I think he wanted to talk to me, not just my little sister. So, Momma and I waited for two hours.

    Me feeling like a condemned man waiting for his execution; but not knowing if they were going to shoot, hang, or electrocute him. Daddy always did his best to be fair. This time, for example. By this time The doctor was examining Chrissie; the office had emptied out; so except for a nurse and secretary, the office was pretty much empty. Daddy looked at me with such disappointment, that I would do this to my own little sister, that I wanted to crawl in a hole and pull a rock over myself; like the bug that I felt I was.

    As I said, I do love my little sister; and Daddy made me feel as if I had betrayed her. Well, about 10 minutes after that, Dr. Curtis brought Chrissie back; and wanted to talk to me. So this time I went Forcced the hall, and talked to the doctor. Instead, he kept asking me questions about Chrissie. Has she Fored been this way? I Forcedd like a witness at an accident being grilled by the police. No, not a suspect yetbut a possible one. After me, the doctor talked to both Momma and FForced separately, then all of us together. I wiifes he asked my parents similar questions. I do remember one particular question that he asked us all, when Chrissie was there: I mean, is this how Chrissie usually looks?

    We all stared at my little sister; at first worried, then wondering. Momma first put it wfies words. Usually by this time Chrissie will wifea crying for something to drink, or otherwise fussing. There was something else too. Daddy put the final touch on it. My little sister seemed more contented than I had seen her for months. Momma and Daddy seemed to think so too. They thought she was the victim. I began to wonder if I might get off the hook after all. He then looked at me sternly. Usually Daddy was about the most articulate person I knew. He had to be. He was the public spokesman for his company, and a heck of a salesman to boot.

    We all looked at my little sister playing contentedly in the corner. Curtis seemed to know what was bothering Daddy. After all, I was only 10 years old myself. I want him to confirm my suspicions before we start treating Chrissie. If Daddy said he would do something, then he would. But after a while the pressure got too great, and I let go. I was just finishing up, when I became aware of my parents watching the obscene scene going on in the bathroom between their year-old little boy and his 2-and-a-half-year-old little sister. Chrissie gave me a big grin; licked her lips; and headed off to bed.

    Funny, I never noticed HER pee. For the next three days, this developed into a pattern. Even when I went to take a shit, Chrissie would kneel down in front of me and have me pee into her mouth, instead of the toilet. The more she got, the more she seemed to want. In fact, she seemed to be healthier for it. Maybe the doctor was right after all. I guess that Daddy must have figured so, because he stopped looking mad at me when he saw me heading for the bathroom, with my little sister in tow. His worried looks at Chrissie seemed to increase a little though. I guess he was worried about just WHAT was wrong with his daughter. Honestly, I was a little worried myself. I mean, I liked my little sister.

    But if she kept on doing this when she got older, I foresaw a lot of trouble for the little girl. I guess Daddy could see even further in that direction than I could. Still, I guess he figured that Chrissie would be better off alive, healthy, and happy, with a reputation as a nasty little slut, than sickly, unhealthy, and hurting. I remember that the man specialized in skin and burn victims, and kidney problems associated with them. I got up to go to the bathroom. Actually hoping that my little sister did NOT wake up and follow me in.

    I was about halfway through, when Chrissie came in. She looked SO disappointed when she saw me. Chrissie looked so disappointed; she was almost ready to cry. His shit is another matter entirely. When Chrissie saw Daddy come in, wiping his eyes before he realized he had company, her eyes lit up like Christmas. He DID look a little annoyed at me for not taking care of my little sister though.

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    Wides looked enormous to both of us. Well, I ro she did, Forces not right away. Actually, she could barely open her mouth enough to cover the head. Still, Chrissie did her best. It must have been pretty good. Chrissie just pew sucking harder. She knew from her experience with me, that if she kept stoties sucking, eventually she would get what she wanted. I wondered what they were talking about. I learned later, from Chrissie that Daddy not only had more piss than me, because he was bigger, I guess but it was much stronger tasting as well. Daddy not only had more piss to give her than I did, but it had more of the flavor she seemed to crave. From then on, Chrissie chased after Daddy like a little puppy; hoping to be around when he had to urinate.

    At least, not until several years later. The next day, we went to see the specialist, and they looked Chrissie over; prodded her, poked her, took blood samples, stool sample, urine samples, and even skin-samples. That last, was the only one that caused Chrissie to cry. Afterwards, they said we were done. Daddy was mad, and insisted on seeing the doctor. The doctor had agreed to talk to Daddy, but only if they talked while he ate lunch. He had three more scheduled appointments in 20 minutes.

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