Paulypeeps

I am sure there will be more.

The girls sit an exam.

Part 7
 

It was the day of our first 'A'-level exam. As usual mum woke us up. "Morning girls!" She said as she opened the curtains.

I tried to say thank you as she put my mug of tea down, but all I could do was grunt. I noticed that our bed was damp, from when we had peed before we went to sleep. I was about to pee again when I heard Erica peeing. I just relaxed and peed feeling my pee between my thighs and pooling around my bottom.

When we had finished peeing we sat up and drunk our tea before getting up and discarding our soggy nighties on the floor.

Erica was first to the bathroom to wash, so I got dressed while I was waiting. Mum had put out a complete clean school uniform so I put on my skirt, bra, blouse and stockings. I had just finished when Erica appeared naked from the bathroom.

I quickly washed and returned to our bedroom, slipped on my shoes and started to work on my face in front of my mirror. The half hour went in a trice, but we were as ready as we were going to be when mum called for us to come down for breakfast.

"O.K." We chorused as we got up from our dressing table stools.

Erica went over to the bed. She lifted the back of her skirt before sitting down on the foot of the bed. I heard her start to pee.

"Good idea." I said.

I too started to pee, just letting my pee run down my legs where I was standing. The warmth on my legs was lovely and as usual I loved the way it caressed my feet. I looked down and watched the dark wet patch grow on the carpet.

Erica finished peeing first. She just stood and made her way straight downstairs. I quickly followed with a few trickles of pee still running down my legs as I went down the stairs.

We went in to the lounge and sat either side of mum on the sofa. As I sat I thought how much more convenient it would be to be able to pee on the sofa too, it is not like the sofa doesn't get soaked in dad's pee every day.

By the time I had finished wondering dad had already soaked mum's skirt with his pee and had moved on to soaking my skirt. As usual I enjoyed the wet warmth running down between my thighs and pooling under my bottom.

We had breakfast in the dining room while our skirts dried a bit, and then took the bus to school.

I was just standing on the kerb getting ready to pee a little down my legs before we crossed the road, but it was clear and Erica did not wait. I followed Erica straight through to the exam hall.

We took our seats in alphabetical order. I almost always got to sit next to Erica, but this time Bryony Brown get to sit between us. It was most inconsiderate that our real father's name was Brown too. We do so much together that it just seems odd when we get separated even by just a few feet.

We dutifully paid attention to the invigilator going through our pre-exam checks, making sure our pens worked, that we had our names on top of the paper, that we knew the exam would take one hundred and ten minutes...

It was at that point I realised that not only had we missed our usual morning pee down our legs in the street, we had not bothered to pee anywhere in the school either.  We never went that long after breakfast without peeing somewhere, even in the olden days (well a few weeks ago anyway) when we used to use the toilets.

We started the exam, and I started to plod through. There was nothing hard, just a lot to do, so much that I probably would not be able to finish it.

It was about forty five minutes in to the exam that I heard the unmistakable sound of pee trickling off of a chair on to the floor of the near silent exam hall. I quickly glanced to my right where the sound was coming from, but could see nothing past Bryony.

The invigilator had heard what was going on and made her way to where Erica was sitting as the trickling continued.

The Invigilator spoke. "Erica, are you O.K.? I will get someone to escort you out to the toilet so you can sort yourself out."

With the trickling still continuing Erica spoke. "I will be O.K. There is a lot to do in this exam, so please let me continue."

I was a little surprised at first by Erica's confidence, but then wished I had taken the initiative and done it.

I discreetly tucked my feet under my chair and crossed my ankles.

The invigilator continued speaking to Erica. "But you have made a puddle, do you not want to clean up?"

Erica answered, now sounding a little agitated. "I will be O.K. I will mop up the puddle after the exam. Please let me finish my exam."

The invigilator stayed near Erica, and seemed a little flustered at what to do.

I started to pee gently. I felt my pee start to pool between my thighs and seep under my bottom as it soaked in to my skirt. It was hard to concentrate on answering the questions as my pee made its way to the front of my chair. I finished another question just as I felt my pee running on to the back of my legs from the front of my chair. It was just a trickle at first, but I wanted to feel a bit more so I relaxed a bit more and peed harder, briefly hearing a hiss in my lap.

I paused doing the exam before moving on to the next question. The warm feeling of my pee running down the back of my legs, traversing my ankles and flowing in to my shoes felt so nice. There was something a bit transgressive about doing it in the exam hall, in a place where soon everyone would know that I had wet myself and made a puddle on the floor.

I felt the warmth go all the way to my toes so I knew that now my pee would be running out of the front of my shoes  and would be making a puddle. I did not want the feeling to end, but I wanted to get on and finish the exam. I could stop and hold on until the end, I probably could have held on to the end anyway even if in some discomfort, but I did not want to hold on, and could not get away with peeing again in the exam.

I relaxed more and felt my flow increase. The pool between my thighs deepened and got warmer and new rivulets of pee started to caress my legs. Again I could hear hissing in my lap.

The invigilator must have heard something because I heard her start walking towards me. As she passed behind Bryony she gasped. "Ah! Oh no. My goodness. Astrid - you too! Are you O.K? Why you as well?

So many questions. I was trying to do my exam, concentrating on peeing and getting it out of the way, but now the invigilator was disturbing me, disturbing my concentration. Now I was as agitated as Erica.

"I am O.K. We are identical twins, surely it must not come as a complete surprise that it happened to me too? I am O.K. Please let me get on with my exam."

The invigilator stayed behind Bryony while I continued to pee. I moved my feet a little and they splashed in the puddle. It was only a few seconds before my flow started to wane and the hissing in my lap stopped. I squeezed out the last of my pee and heard a trickle from the back of my chair splash in the puddle.

I moved on the the next question.

I struggled through it, getting slightly irritated by the invigilator standing behind me.

At the end of the question I looked at the clock, quickly scanned the paper and reappraised how much time I should spend on each question, then looked back at the invigilator and said. "Don't worry, we will clean up the puddles."

The invigilator quickly sped off to the door. A few minutes later the janitor arrived and started mopping around my feet before moving on to mop up Erica's puddle too.

With the invigilator back at the front of the hall I felt a bit more comfortable. The wetness in my stockings and shoes comforting me while I plodded through the rest of the paper.

I skipped a few of the harder questions and got to the end with fifteen minutes to spare. I felt a sense of achievement getting to the end so I stretched. As I did I felt the cool wetness in my skirt. I wanted to pee again, I wanted to feel that warmth pooling under me and I wanted to feel my pee running down my legs again.

I went back through the skipped questions in reverse order, and as I started on the first one I thought I would just pee a little. I relaxed and felt a trickle of warmth. I was pleased that I could pee again. I just let it flow until I felt it drip on my legs and stopped. I could not afford to make another puddle without drawing suspicion that I might be doing it on purpose.

I just finished the last question when the bell sounded.

"Pens down please." Said the invigilator.

The invigilator and three assistants came round and collected our papers. As I put my pen in my bag I checked to see if it had been sitting in my puddle, I think it had but the janitor must have mopped it.

As we left the hall Bryony walking behind us asked. "Did you both just wet yourselves?"

I put my hand on Erica's skirt and felt that it was still damp. "Yes." I said.

Bryony sounded quite excited. "I was busting too. It was hard to hold on hearing you peeing yourselves like that."

As we walked past the toilet Bryony dived inside, then quickly popped out again.

"Don't you want to go now?" She asked.

Erica said. "We have peed already."

Bryony went on. "B b b but, are you not all wet? don't you need to clean up?"

"We are nearly dry now." Said Erica putting her hand on my damp skirt.

At last they get to the cinema

Part 6
 

Fortunately we both looked reasonably presentable when mum called us down to dinner so we came down straight away and sat on the sofa. Mum was not going out so Erica and I got all of dad's pee on our Lycra dresses. Since we were not wearing white blouses dad peed all over the front of our dresses rather than just in our laps. My bra was soaked and I could feel dad's pee running down inside my dress.

We sat and let dad's pee soak in for a minute or so before we left our wet patches of dad's pee on the sofa and made our way to the dining room. Our dresses took a little longer to dry than our school skirts so dinner was not hurried.

Erica and I are quite close to our mum, so we share all our thoughts with mum. I was thinking about all the peeing we had done in and on our bed, and now how much we had got on our bedroom carpet.

I asked mum. "Do you mind that we get pee in our bed, and on the carpet too when we are enjoying our bodies?"

Mum answered very matter-of-factly. "Not at all. It is your bed and your carpet. You do whatever makes you happy. You are technically adults now and you have to make that sort of choice for yourself - who am I to make that decision for you. It is you that will have to live with it."

"Cool." Said Erica between mouthfuls.

By the time we had finished dinner and had a cup of tea only my bra was feeling a bit damp, and I guess that was down to it having quite a lot of padding in it. We did not really need the padding, being respectable 'C' cups anyway, but dad preferred us to have big boobs and tended to react positively when we wore the padded bras. We felt much more confident in the padded bras.

Erica and I sat in the back of the car like VIPs and dad drove us to the cinema. He came in with us and bought our tickets, drinks, and snacks. We got some popcorn in a big box to share, wine gums, fruit pastilles, and we each got the biggest cola they had at Erica's suggestion.

Dad patted our bottoms and gave us a peck on the cheek before he left us to join the queue for our screen.

We did not have to wait long and quickly found our allocated seats and settled down on to the deep cushions. By the time the familiar Bond music started we had eaten nearly all of the fruit pastilles and were getting through the wine gums too.

Erica noticed that I had not been drinking much. "Drink up." She said lifting my nearly full cola up a little out of my drink holder.

"Why?" I enquired.

Erica whispered. "You don't want to wait until the end to wet yourself, drink up and do it now."

I was a bit worried. "Dad won't like it if we wet ourselves, you know what mum said."

"Dad won't know. These dresses will be nearly dry by the time we leave if we pee soon." said Erica.

We sat and watched the film and I dutifully sipped my cola, a bit distracted thinking of Daniel Craig and cunilingus at the same time.

It took about half an hour before my cola was all gone, along with the fruit pastilles, nearly all the wine gums, and half the popcorn.

"I'm ready." I whispered to Erica.

"Me too." She replied and held my hand on the arm of the seat.

I briefly closed my eyes. I was imagining Bond coming out of the screen and standing in front of us, just like dad, and unzipping. He got out his hose and started to spray me with his jet, just giving Erica a token amount before returning to me. I wanted to be owned by Bond. I imagined his pee running down my front and soaking through my dress, wetting my crotch.

I started to pee. Immediately I felt the warmth in my crotch, then as my pee pooled in my skirt I felt the warmth pool around my bottom. It felt delicious.

I felt the pool grow, the warmth making its way under my thighs to the front of the seat.

A few seconds later I could feel my pee running down the back of my calves to my ankles.

Bang!

I was suddenly awoken from my trance by the action on the screen. After the bang it went quiet and I could hear the hissing from not only my crotch but Erica's as well. Erica gripped my hand and we both started giggling.

I tried to cut off my flow, but it just spurted in time with my giggling.

"I can't stop!" I whispered to Erica.

"Don't worry, I can't either! Just relax." She said.

I did as Erica suggested and just relaxed. The action started on the screen and I just carried on peeing until I was empty, loving the sensation of my pee running down my legs and feet, and now a little relieved that no one can hear me peeing.

Eventually my bladder was empty. I was finding it hard to concentrate on the film as I luxuriated in the warm seat caressing my bottom, wishing that I could send another wave of pee down my legs.

We finished the popcorn and the rest of the sweets as we began to concentrate on the film.

There was another loud section. Erica leant over and whispered to me. "I'm peeing again, do it now it is our last chance."

I could not hear Erica peeing, but I peed anyway. I was quite surprised by how much I could do. I felt it re-warm my seat and was able to pee enough that a little ran down my legs. I squeezed and felt a wave of pee on my feet.

We watched the rest of the film as our seats cooled and really enjoyed it. As the credits started to roll I said to Erica. "We need to get the blue ray - I was having trouble concentrating for some of it."

"Me too." Said Erica.

People in our row started to stand so we stood too. Our seats did not tip up as we stood, they were so full of our pee that we had to tip them up ourselves. Fortunately they stayed tipped up. I just kept thinking that everyone must know that we peed on our seats because they did not tip up on their own.

As we turned to leave I looked down at Erica's bottom and it looked perfectly respectable. here was no visible sign that she had wet herself. I touched her bottom and could feel that her dress was soaking wet still. I was pleased that dad would not be able to tell that we had been wetting ourselves.

When we got outside dad was parked across the street. Dad saw us coming and opened the door for us to get in the back. I got in first, and slid across while Erica got in behind me.

"How was it?" Dad asked.

"Good." We chorused.

We turned to one another and smiled.

Back at home we went straight upstairs to our room. We undressed, dumped our dresses, bras, and stockings on the floor, and put on our nighties.

Mum called up. "Are you ready for Horlicks?

We both shouted back. "Yes!" and climbed in to bed.

We laid facing one another, cuddling, neither daring to suggest peeing.

Mum brought in our Horlicks so we sat up to drink it. As soon I finished I slid down under the duvet, and laying on my back I relaxed my bladder and emptied my pee in to our bed. Erica did the same with a nice loud hiss.

Time to practice cunilingus.

Part 5
 

Mum woke us in the morning as usual with tea. She put the tea mugs on the bedside tables, opened the curtains, and collected the Horlicks mugs and went downstairs.

Erica sighed, she did not want to wake up any more than I did.

I could feel the cool dampness in the sheet as I tried to move. I was reminded that it had been nice to pee in bed. I was about to relax my bladder when I heard hissing from Erica's side of the bed.

"My thoughts exactly." I said as I started to pee, enjoying the warmth spraying between my thighs and pooling under my bottom as I emptied my bladder.

We both just lay there for a couple of minutes before sitting up in our squelchy bed and drinking our tea.

"I am glad mum told us it was OK to pee." I said.

Erica answered. "I am not so sure she intended us to just pee in bed like this, we are supposed to be masturbating."

I just drunk up my tea and squeezed the last drops of pee in to the bed where I was sitting.

"It does save time." I added.

We got ready for school, putting on clean school skirts as usual, and had a little more time in front of our mirrors checking that just the right amount of stocking tops were showing before mum called us down for breakfast.

We sat either side of mum on the sofa, and as usual dad peed in our laps before we went in to the dining room and had breakfast.

We went to school and after we got off the school bus we both stood waiting to cross the road and both made puddles. It was lovely to just stand there and relax and feel the warmth running down my legs, soaking in to my stockings and warming my feet. Three cups of tea had made their way through me and I was surprised by the extent of my puddle as it merged with Erica's.

We did not need to pee again until lunchtime when we made a puddle in a different alcove by another fire door.

We got home after school without having needed to pee all afternoon. Erica suggested we should drink more as we must be a bit dehydrated. We were more preoccupied about going to the cinema.

I asked mum. "Can we go to the cinema?"

Mum agreed we could. "Yes. You can go on your own though. I don't like that Daniel Craig very much, he is not as good as Roger Moore, he was the real Bond. Go upstairs and practice your cunilingus then put on your black dresses."

"O.K." We chorused and went upstairs.

Mum had shown us how to do cunilingus, demonstrating on both me and Erica while we watched. She told us though that she won't be showing us again, we would just have to practice on one another.

We went in to our bedroom and noticed that mum had left the duvet folded back so that the bed would air and dry and our nighties were hung up to dry too.

Erica threw the duvet to the floor, leapt on to the bed, and lying on her back she pulled her knees up so her fanny was open and ready for tongue. "Me first." She said with a big grin before throwing her head back in expectation.

I knelt down and did as best as I could with my tongue like mum showed us, taking about three times as long as mum took to make Erica orgasm as I played with her clitoris on the tip of my tongue. As she began to convulse and gasp I kept going for as long as I could to maximise her enjoyment but eventually had to relent as she started to squeeze my head with her thighs.

I sat back on my heels just in time for Erica to release her pee. At first it just trickled on to the back of her skirt, pausing briefly as each of the last of her convulsions waned, but soon her flow increased and pee started to run off of the end of the bed and trickle on to the carpet before she let loose completely, her strong flow spraying me, soaking the front of my blouse.

I just stayed put and let her pee splash on my blouse and run down my front, soaking through my skirt. I could feel it running all the way through my skirt and down my slit to my feet tucked under my bottom as well as down my thighs where it was running off of my skirt.

"Ahhhh!" Erica sighed in total relaxation as she continued to pee.

Eventually Erica's jet of pee slowed, worked its way down my front, down my skirt and between my knees. I stood up so she could see what she had done.

"Look at my blouse!" I exclaimed.

"Cool!" Erica said.

Erica's response did not come as a surprise - I would have said the same.

"Move over, my turn. I want some of that now." I said.

Erica sat up. While she was propped up on her elbows I heard her pee again as she squeezed out the last of her pee through her skirt in to our bed.

I did not wait for Erica to finish peeing before I grabbed her hands and pulled her upright. As she staggered to a stand pee was dripping off of the back of her skirt.

"My legs are like jelly!" Complained Erica.

I just shoved Erica aside and and lay back on our now very wet again bed. Although my skirt was already quite wet I felt the bed's wetness soak through to my bottom.

I pulled my knees up exposing my vulva to Erica.

"Kneel down and use your tongue, you know what to do." I said as I stared up at the ceiling.

"What, you want me to kneel in this wet patch on the carpet?" Erica asked.

"It's your pee." I told her.

Erica reluctantly knelt down and pressed her face between my thighs and did what mum had told us to do. She did not seem to be too fazed that my crotch was wet with her pee and quite expertly began to stimulate my clitoris.

Very quickly I started to feel the excruciating sensation as my orgasm built. As I started to convulse I grabbed Erica's head and pressed her face in to my crotch. Erica had given me my best orgasm since mum had first shown us how to do it.

Eventually I relaxed enough to let Erica's head go and I let my knees down and settled my feet on the floor. Like Erica I relaxed my bladder and felt my pee spraying between my thighs. I was hoping that Erica was getting a good soaking.

As my flow waned Erica grabbed my hands and pulled me up so I was sitting. I saw that I had soaked her blouse too.

"Finish off, we need to get dressed." Erica said.

I squeezed out the last of my pee in to my skirt and our bed before Erica helped me up.

I took off my wet blouse, and let my wet skirt fall to the floor with a splat, then took off my wet bra and stockings, and put them all in the laundry basket while Erica was doing the same. I put on a black bra and sat on a dry part of the bed while I put on a clean pair of hold-up stockings. Mum had put out or black dresses so I took one and put it on then sat down in front of my mirror to do my face and hair.

The girls put what they have learned in to practice.

 

Part 4
 

We were watching the entertainment news on the telly when mum called up the stairs. "Dinner!"

We made our way down and saw that mum was still sitting on the sofa in the lounge with dad peeing on the front of her dress.

Mum saw us and said. "Sit down girls I will be in shortly."

We had just sat down at the dining table when dad came and joined us quickly followed by mum who had a trail of pee running from the hem of her dress.

Mum got the plated meals out of the oven and sat down with us.

They were raving about the new James Bond film on the news, so I asked mum. "Can we go to the cinema and see 'No Time to Die', they say it is really good."

Erica added. "Pleeeease!"

Mum said. "You can't go today. I am going to bingo, and dad has not got any pee left. You are not going out unchaperoned without being peed on. Perhaps tomorrow."

"O.K." We chorused.

After dinner we went back up to our room.

We spent the evening doing our homework. We spent an extra half hour checking to make sure what we had done was sufficiently different because we were getting so fed up with being accused of copying one another.

Erica suggested that we go to bed early. She seductively licked her finger and winked. We both started to tear off our clothes and put our nighties on. I got in first with Erica right beside me. I was a bit worried that the bed would be wet where we had peed lying on it earlier, but our school skirts and the duvet must have soaked up all our pee.

I moistened my finger and reached my right arm down, sliding my finger in to Erica's slit, and felt her do the same to me.

I tried to replicate what I had felt mum do, and felt Erica doing the same. I was pleased to hear Erica's breathing start to become irregular, and began to have difficulty concentrating.

I tried to continue, tracing a circle around Erica's clitoris with my finger, quickly dipping it in to her slit.

I suddenly felt Erica start to convulse, and then my hand was washed with pee as she initially squirted and then began to hiss as she relaxed her bladder.

Erica briefly paused working on my clitoris before resuming as she continued to pee on my hand.

Erica said. "Relax."

I just rested my hand on Erica's crotch as it was bathed in her pee and I suddenly started to gasp as I felt my clitoris tingle.

I started to convulse now and gripped Erica's hand with my thighs. My whole body contracted briefly before I lay back and relaxed.

Erica said. "Pee."

I just laid back and relaxed my bladder. Erica cupped my crotch with her hand and I peed feeling my warm pee smother my crotch and pool around my bottom.

Erica's flow stopped first, and mine a few seconds later, but we just laid there with our hands cupping one another's crotches as our pee soaked away in to our bed.

I don't know how long we laid there like that, but our trance was only broken by mum coming in.

"Horlicks!" Mum said as she brought in our bedtime drinks on a tray. "I thought you were a bit quiet when I came in from Bingo, so I guessed you must have turned in early. I wish they did not give you so much homework, it does so wear you out."

We sat up as mum put our mugs of Horlicks on the bedside tables, appreciating how wet we had made our beds.

Mum switched on our bedside lamps, switched off the main lamp, and closed the door.

Erica spoke. "It is rather fun to pee in bed don't you think?"

"Yes." I said.

I picked up my mug and as I started to sip my Horlicks I relaxed my bladder again and could hear the hissing as I again emptied my bladder in to our bed.

The girls get some extra-curricular instruction

 

Part 3
 

After school we were in our room sorting out our homework when mum came in.

"I will need those skirts soon, I am doing a wash." Mum said.

We chorused. "O.K." And carried on with what we were doing.

Mum hung around, and after a few seconds added. "How have you been getting on keeping one another satisfied?"

Erica quickly replied. "Astrid is not as good at it as you. Can you show her again."

I added. "Erica is not as good as you either. Show us again, pleeeeeease."

"O.K. then. I'll show you again." Said mum as she sat down on the foot of our bed.

Erica and I sat either side of mum and laid back, and mum licked her forefingers and reached down. Pushing our skirts back with her thumb she set to work circling our clitorises with her finger, bringing us almost to the edge of ecstasy and backing off. I could hear Erica gasping each time.

Mum gave us a commentary. "Be gentle, and keep your fingers well lubricated, just dip it in..."

Mum quickly dipped her finger deep in to my slit, making me gasp.

"...and round and round and round..."

I felt myself climbing towards orgasm.

"...just relax and give in to the moment, don't be frightened of letting a little pee go - it is quite normal, don't be surprised if you squirt when you orgasm...

I started to gasp, and I heard Erica gasping too. "Uh, uh, uh..."

Mum continued. "...Just relax and let it come. Feel the pressure on your finger tip, glide lightly over the soft skin."

With that mum bought us both to simultaneous orgasm. "Uhhhhh ooooh." Was all I could utter as I convulsed and felt my crotch become very moist.

As we lied back mum quickly stood up. "Don't forget I will need those skirts. Don't be long I am going to bingo." She said.

I felt so relaxed.

Erica said. "Mum said just let it come..."

I just relaxed and started to pee, and could hear the hissing as Erica started to pee as well. We just lay there relaxing with our pee soaking through our skirts in to our bed until our flow stopped.

We were still just lying there when mum popped back in and shouted. "Skirts!" Waking us from our trance.

We both reluctantly got up off the bed and undid our now soggy skirts, letting them drop to the floor. Mum quickly gathered them up and left without a word and we got changed in to tee-shirts and denim miniskirts, being careful not to sit on the wet patches on the bed.

 

The wait is over. The girls do some discovery at school.

 

Part 2

 

After our first lesson we were walking down the corridor when I realised I wanted to pee again. "I wish I had peed with you." I told Erica.

"Well do it now." Said Erica.

"I can't do it here. We are the girls who smell like pee, everyone will know that a puddle of pee must have come from one of us." I said feeling a little insecure.

"We don't smell of pee now, well not enough that anyone would notice, and no one knows anyway. Go on, sniff my skirt now."

Erica stopped walking so I bent down and pretended to check my shoe while I discreetly sniffed her skirt. I was quite surprised that now our skirts have dried I could not smell anything other than her deodorant, and that did not smell of pee. Dad had been weeing on our freshly laundered school skirts every morning for a fortnight now, and I had convinced myself that I must have a cloud of pee smell around me wherever I went, but there really was no evidence of pee smell.

I stood up and we walked on, then Erica dragged me in to an alcove by a fire door.

Erica said under her breath. "Do it here. I think I need to go again anyway."

I heard a faint hissing again and looked down at Erica's legs. A couple of shiny streaks appeared briefly before soaking away without trace as a small puddle started to appear around her feet.

Erica added. "I don't think I am ever going to pee in a toilet again. The warmth on my legs is delicious, and when it gets to my feet it is just divine."

Erica closed her eyes and I heard the hissing get louder as the streaks appeared briefly on her legs again as her puddle expanded.

The hissing stopped. Erica opened her eyes and spoke again. "We are already standing in a puddle now, you might as well just add to it."

Erica and I are very much the same person, so if anything is O.K. for Erica I know it will be O.K. for me. I immediately relaxed my bladder and felt the warmth on my inner thighs warming my stockings and gradually making its way down my legs. Erica was right of course, it really did feel delicious, and when the warmth got to my feet it was just extraordinary.

I looked down and watched my puddle merge with Erica's as I luxuriated in the warmth that was caressing my legs.

Eventually I felt my flow wane. Erica must have heard my hissing stop. She took my hand as she stepped out of our puddle back in to the corridor dragging me behind her. I looked back and saw that both of us were leaving wet footprints.

"What do you think then? Will you be peeing in the toilet ever again?" Asked Erica.

I shook my head with a big beaming smile on my face, just as wide as Erica's.

I have not written much fiction for a while, so here is a little story about a couple of eighteen year old twins with a bit of family interaction.

Contains women being peed on by a man, and a bit of female wetting.

 

The Sixthformers

By Paulypeeps
 

Part 1
 

"Come on girls! Breakfast time!" Mum called up the stairs.

I was still blotting my lippy and my twin sister Erica was twisting and checking her behind in the mirror, carefully adjusting the waist of her tight black school uniform skirt so the hem sat just a fraction below her buttocks.

Mum called again. "Astrid, Erica! Come down now. Don't keep your father waiting."

Erica carried on adjusting her skirt. "I really need to shorten it. It is hard to keep the waist up this high."

"Its fine." I told Erica while glancing at her just adequately covered bottom as I got up from the dressing table, adding. "How's mine?"

"Too long." Astrid said.

"I'll sort it in a minute." I said as I shoved Erica out of the bedroom door and down the stairs.

We made or way down the stairs as quickly as we could go and went in to the lounge. Mum had heard us coming and was already sat in the middle of the sofa in her black work suit. We sat down either side of mum ready for the pre-breakfast morning ritual.

Both Erica and I sighed. It was not that we did not understand the importance of the ritual, just that we would rather be upstairs improving our appearance.

Mum noticed the sigh and tried to reassure us. "You know it is for your own good. I know you are nearly nineteen, and will soon be independent women, but you know it is for the best. You both need to get those A* results and then the world will be your oyster. It is silly to have put as much work in as you have done now and have it spoiled by the attention of silly boys."

Our new stepfather stood up from his chair and as always walked over and stood in front of mum. He carefully unzipped and flopped out his dick, and after carefully pulling back his foreskin he began to pee in to mum's lap.

Dad spent a few seconds just peeing his concentrated overnight pee in to mum's lap before he started to direct his jet around mum's skirt, getting as much of it as wet as possible.

As the strong smell of his pee wafted up our noses both Erica and I sat in anticipation, but we did not have to wait long before dad suddenly swung his dick round and directed his jet in to my lap, painting my skirt wet with his pee.

I felt the cool wetness immediately soak through my skirt on to the top of my thighs where it was touching, and then I felt the warmth start to build as the pee started to run down between my thighs.

Just as I was beginning to enjoy the warmth dad quickly swung his dick again taking the jet back across mum's lap and on to Erica's. I watched the pee pooling briefly in the front of her skirt before it soaked in.

Dad continued to play his jet across all three of our laps until his flow waned. Mum got the last few drips as dad shook himself dry before he retrousered and in silence made his way to the dining room.

"Wait and let it soak in. We don't want any drips on the carpet" Mum said, pre-empting our eagerness to get back in font of a mirror.

Erica had been first in the bathroom today so I had still not had time to pee yet, so I decided that a little more on the sofa would not hurt. I relaxed my bladder and felt the instant warmth under my bottom as my own pee added to what was already soaking in.

I was trying to pee gently, but mum must have heard the hissing.

"Astrid! What do you think you are doing! Stop that now."

"I was busting." I told mum.

I was not really busting, I just knew I would have to go before school and did not want to waste time using the toilet. Reluctantly I stopped.

We sat for a bit longer than the usual minute before mum said. "O.K. girls, time to eat."

Mum got up first, the wet patch just noticeable on the back of her skirt like on the front, and we followed her to the dining room leaving three very wet marks where we had been sitting on the sofa's light floral fabric.

We sat at the dining table and ate or breakfast while our skirts dried a little.

Dad finished first and left for work, then a few minutes later I finished and got up.

"Toilet young girl!" Mum said sternly.

I went upstairs and reluctantly went in to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and finished peeing, not really caring if my skirt was out of the way or not.

By the time I got back in to our bedroom Erica was already there. We spent a last ten minutes prissying ourselves before going downstairs, my skirt now just as short as Erica's, and now just damp rather than wet.

Mum was waiting by the front door to give us (especially me!) our lecture. "You know what your stepfather thinks of you, he really loves you and wants the best for you. You must be respectful. It is very disrespectful to be sitting on the sofa and washing his pee out of your skirt with your own pee. How is wetting your skirt with your own pee going to disuade boys' attention? Quite the reverse I think. You stepfather deliberately holds on to save his pee for you knowing his pheromones will help keep boys away. "

Mum gave us each a kiss and patted our bottoms with our still slightly damp skirts and sent us on our way to the bus stop.

At the bus stop I asked Erica. "Does my skirt smell any less of dad's pee today?"

Erica bent down and I turned as she sniffed the now nearly dry back of my skirt.

"Smells pretty much like normal." Erica said.

I quickly turned and said. "Now sniff the front."

Erica sniffed again. "I suppose the front has a bit more of that special aroma." She said.

"I better not pee on the sofa again." I concluded.

The bus soon arrived and we sat on adjacent seats in silence until we got to the school stop. As we departed from the bus I felt the hem of my skirt and it was nearly dry. Erica checked her's too.

As we stood waiting to cross the road I heard an unmistakable hissing. I looked down at Erica's legs and the shinyness on her stockings confirmed what I thought, she was wetting herself.

"Erica, what are you doing? Mum will be livid." I said.

Erica answered. "So, I will smell a bit more like pee, like anyone will notice..."

11 hours ago, Puddle said:

— character casually pisses on the floor in their own home while cooking/watching tv/etc for convenience 

 

— cool, confident character cheekily pisses their pants/on the floor in front of another character who is shocked at this behaviour 
 

These get my vote. I just get a warm fuzzy feeling knowing that a character is enjoying the freedom, and I love a bit of education.

I am not so sure that it is a linear chart though, I think more of a 'wheel of pee' like a colour wheel (Toilet in the centre, and three points on the circumference of public, wetting, and vandalism), or maybe something even more complex?

I usually sit on a bench and pee through my skirt and the slats of the bench. I do that even when the park does have a toilet! So much more convenient.

I can see where the Florida architects are coming from with the split houses like a Twix factory with two identical halves with a gap between. Left half for dry guests, right half for fun guests, and never the twain shall meet except in the pool area...

I think that could be manageable.

As much as I would like my house to have lovely plush absorbent upholstery, and lots of lovely absorbent carpet, I would have to have a glass floor area upstairs so I could get some lovely upskirt views from below. I guess I would need uplighting in the floor downstairs and suitable signage directing skirt wearers to the correct place to pee standing

 

And of course all beds would be alarmed, any attempt at leaving a dry bed would result in a siren sounding reminding people to not get out of bed before peeing...

1 hour ago, Ozabot said:

She has a lovely workout video too:-

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c27f2e625c0c

 

The toilet is such an inconvenient place to pee:-

1. You have to go to the toilet.
2. You have to clean the toilet.
3. You have to undress.

all of that before you pee, then...

1. You have to dress again.
2. You have to wash your hands.
3. You have to return to what you were doing.

I find that all of this inconvenience is best avoided as it is so much more convenient to just wet myself when I go out. When I get the tingle I just have to consider "Can I get away with wetting myself here?" The answer is almost always "Yes!" so I just relax and let my pee go. Even when the answer is "No" it is always easier to find somewhere I can wet myself than find a toilet.

It is rather fun to be peeing and chatting with strangers. I mostly do this in the pub when I am standing and chatting with tourists with my pee gently trickling down my legs and soaking away in to the carpet.

I sometimes chat on the train too while I am peeing with my pee soaking through my skirt in to the seat.

I just get a lovely feeling of conceitedness that I am doing something really nice and free, while no one else is doing it or knows that I am doing it.