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4 - Model Houses visit

Dear diary, sorry that I let you down before finishing, but surely you'll excuse me as I had to tend to myself a bit.

When Jenny and I got downstairs, Amy and mum were chatting in the doorway, already ready to go. Mum sigh when she caught sight of me and we got into the car. En route for the model houses.

Well, I did not expected much for the model houses, but cinema and shopping as a reward was pretty enticing. Plus with Amy along I would not got bored. She was very funny to be with. Today she was wearing a white blouse with a black bra which showed a bit through the mesh. Not that it need to show much since she had left a few buttons undone at the top to attract attention to her cleavage. I caught myself sighing once more at the sight of her bosom, I sure long for such a fine one. She was wearing a loose dark brown skirt that went down to mid-calve, definitely one of the more conservative skirts I had seen her wearing. And of course she had heels on.

By contrast mum was much more outrageous, though she definitely had something to show off. She a tight fitting red t-shirt, probably without bra underneath given the way her boobs pressed against the fabric, straining the neck. She also had a white skirt, very fitting at the bum but quickly loosening, it went down to her knees. And of course I'd bet she had nothing underneath either.

Finally there was Jenny. Her faded jeans were hugging her bum very nicely and she had on a tight tank top that showed off both her shoulders and cleavage. It also stopped short of her navel so that she could expose her piercing. I remember mum had been quite mad when she came back home with it a year ago, but Jenny had aptly pointed out that the teachers would never know since she never exposed her tummy at school and she had pleaded and begged and as always mum relented, her being her little baby.

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Finally we reached the model houses site. There was perhaps ten or twelve of them, all very different but very close together too, it made for a strange view. As if a mad architect had been at work, and perhaps it was the case. Of course, with mum and Amy on the hunt they soon had cornered an agent to lead our way. I noticed an older couple and the lady looked slightly peeved that we got an agent to show us when she had obviously been here for a longer time. I guessed she would have been even more upset if she had known that mum had no intention of building anything and was just here to get some ideas of the latest fashions for some refitting at home... her husband was not upset at all, though it seems his eyes were popping out of his skull. She quickly caught it thought, and dragged him toward the other side of the site. "Men have no will" as mum often puts it.

And so began our visit, and then another, and another. Sure there was some pretty interesting ideas, I noticed a very intelligent way of getting something close to a dressing room from a classical closet and wondered if I could talked mum into having something similar in my own bedroom. It would feel nice I think. Mum and Amy were calmly fighting for the agent's attention, all the while looking and poking around, and Jenny and I tread in their wake, trying to get some ideas for our own little domain as mum called our bedrooms.

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And of course Jenny misbehaved again. It was at the third house I think, or perhaps the fourth. Anyway we were on our way out, in the hallway, and there was a kind of bend in the hallway that created a corner, probably because of a closet in the room behind. Mum and Amy were perhaps ten feet away with the agent. The agent had his back to us two as he explained them something about the window or the stores, mum seemed genuinely interested and he certainly made the most of the opportunity to get a few peeks at her cleavage. Amy seemed interested too, and was mostly with her back at us, but not totally.

Jenny and I were walking toward them, having lagged behind in one of the bedroom. She was a bit ahead of me and suddenly stopped when she noticed the agitated discussion that was going on in front of us, then she turned toward me with a mischievous grin on her face. I quickly frowned and mouthed something like "What are you thinking of?" but she could not have cared less. She quickly backed away in the corner, just slightly out of sight of the three adults, and began fiddling with her jeans. I hissed at her but she looked up and grinned even more then wriggled out of her jeans, getting a red thong down in the process. I quickly looked at the adults who seems quite engaged in their discussion and whispered her not to, but once she's got an idea her mind, there's no stopping it, especially when it's daring.

She got her jeans and thong to mid-thigh, then leant forward, her head becoming visible if mum or Amy were to look back, the agent of course was too occupied with them for that. She really pushed her bum in the corner, and I quickly heard the unmistakable sound of a girl in need getting some relief. To her credit it was very quiet indeed, no hissing and with her backward stream and her position her stream was hitting the wall and then slowly dripping toward to the tiled floor. It was daring, very. Mum would be mad at her if she ever noticed and Amy could notice too. And Jenny was definitely too old now for getting away with it like she would have as a toddler or even a little girl when she just squatted anywhere and people would just pity her.

My eyes kept going from her to mum and Amy and back. I wished she would hurry and we could get out of here. Already there was a massive puddle at her feet and I knew I should never have let her have her soda in the car. I noticed she was a bit tense, the little minx was probably extremely thrilled by her own naughtiness and the risk she was taking. I looked pleadingly at her, my mouth moving without emitting any sound. She had not stopped grinning from the beginning. Finally I could not hear anything more and I hoped my answers had been exhausted and she had finished without us getting caught.

She shook her bum a bit and stood up slowly. She cast a glance in the direction of mum and Amy, her feet in her puddle, and turned to me grinning. She still had her jeans and thong at mid-thigh though so I gestured for her to hurry up. She took another glance and then to my utter dismay she jumped in the middle of the hallway, facing me, baring her bum to the adults. I quickly looked above her shoulders and thankfully they were all facing back from us. I heard her whisper, asking for a tissue and I rummaged as discreetly as possible in my purse looking for a disposable one. I found one and passed it to her. She slowly unfolded then refolded it, and set to dry herself in the middle of the hallway, beginning at her little red haired tuft and pushing toward her rear. She then handed me the tissue and I backed away, she grinned and just tossed it into the puddle she had left. I stared at the puddle and remarked that it was slowly making its way toward the middle of the hallway, the floor perhaps not being perfectly level. Taking a look at the corner I noticed that there were still rivulets of yellow pee making their way downwards and hoped for them they had been clever enough to use a washable paint or there would be a very evident stain.

I looked up in time to see that Jenny was once again all prim and proper and had started to walk toward mum. I quickly followed taking care not to step into the puddle and fortunately we left quickly afterwards, the agent leading us toward yet another house.

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I must admit that I am not clear of charges either. It's not totally my fault though. First off Jenny's display memories did nothing to help with my need. And then the fact that the houses were wired but had their water cut off certainly did not help. The agent said that they had had issues before with people using the shower or toilets and some not even bothering to shut the water off when done and so they resorted to cut it off and now only the cleaning staff could turn it on when they had need of it. Well, no toilet is really stupid in my opinion.

It happened two or three houses after Jenny's naughty deed. I was beginning to become fidgety and I am sure Jenny noticed but she did not say anything. I had scalded her for her behaviour as much as I could as soon as we get into the next house and I suppose she was enjoying seeing me in that condition, knowing I would have to resort to a similar trick if I wanted to avoid an accident. And I certainly did not want an accident, I always could pull it up since I had been a child and I was not about to be caught short now that I was nearly in college.

However I did not have Jenny's nerves. I never had. She was just so brazen and sometimes I envied her that on top of her curves. And so I began looking for some private place I could use. I wanted something private, quiet, and possibly which would not leave too much evidence and be evident to clean up. I first thought of the sink or bathtub, but without water to rinse it would leave tell tale traces, and of course there was the risk that someone would hear the patter depending on the material. I did not want to chance it. If only there was some carpeted floor, but of course with the house being on demo and many people walking in from the outside it would be a hell to clean I guess, so the floors were either tile or wooden, and it didn't muffled the sound as much, nor would it prevent the puddle to spread and I was sure I would be leaving a good one given my increasing need. And it's not as if I could spray a wall like Jenny had, of course it was nasty too, but even had I wanted, my stream has never been backward nor forward, well just a bit forward.

I was thinking of perhaps waiting for the next house when Jenny and I got left behind once again in an upstairs bedroom, the three adults going back downstairs. We looked at the room for a little while, no walking closet there, it was one of the smaller houses, but it was nicely set up, with a clever arrangement of shelves on the walls which gave some good space. Of course I was not really looking at the shelves, my eyes were darting back and forth trying to find something that could help me get some relief. The chair was all wood, the paper bin was a plastic one with many little holes that just would never do... there was just nothing here that could help me. Jenny finally moved toward the door, she looked at me and I just pretended I was very interested in some night stand. I am sure I saw a hint of a smile when she left, not completely closing the door... it would have looked suspicious anyway.

Well here I was, in the middle of a small bedroom. I was direly in need to go and I finally had some privacy. Unfortunately I did not see anyway to pull it off. That is until I noticed the bed. It came somewhat as a shock. As you know I am no bedwetter, I don't think Jenny is, not that I asked her but she does not have so many spare sheets, not like mum. No Jenny and I usually get out of bed and use either the carpet or one of the fluffy bathroom rug mum buys especially for this occasion, nice with their plastified bottom, and really absorbent, and easy to wash... and cheap enough to be replaced often. The carpet is for treats, in a way, when we really want to indulge ourselves. I suppose it was a sign of my really full bladder that I could consider the bed at all.

I considered it quickly. It would take care of the noise all right and if I removed the quilt it would be very discreet too. But I was a bit phased by the potential for damages. I mean, at home we have a plastic sheet just in case we have an accident, but who would put a plastic sheet on a demo bed that nobody's supposed to use? I quickly got to the bed and lifted the quilt a bit. Well it certainly was a demo bed! The quilt laid directly on the mattress, no sheet here. It gave me pause, but then my bladder contracted and I glanced around the room but did not have any other idea... so I threw the quilt back uncovering a good chunk of the mattress, then sat myself in the middle of the bed, lifting my skirt out of the way.

It felt good to have my bare lips against the mattress. The mattress was very soft and it sunk where I sat and I wriggled a bit, feeling its smoothness on my bare bottom. It sure had not seen much use. That thought almost stopped me, but I was already committed. It was very lucky of me to be given some time alone... and then, well to you I'll tell, I must admit I felt very naughty for what I was about to do. Deliciously naughty. Wickedly naughty.

It began as a dribble. I had my lips stuck to the mattress and I just peered from above. The mattress soaked it up easily enough but I still see a bit of a stain forming. I let a little more out, slowly. I wanted the mattress to soak it up. Little by little the stain extended, until it came in contact with my thighs. Eww. I certainly did not want that. I scouted to the side a bit, clearing my little stain, and set about it again. I let just a small dribble, the mattress soaked it up, let a small dribble, let it soak... but once again the stain extended to my thighs and so I scouted forward this time, getting closer to the edge. I began again. It felt good, I was going to cover the whole mattress with little stains and it thrilled me somehow.

I was just beginning my fourth stain, when I suddenly hear the stairs creaking. I paused. Someone was coming back for me! I had not even emptied a quarter of what I had! Quickly I lifted my bum from the bed then, high-hovering over it I pushed as much as I could. The stream suddenly increased, my bladder probably relieved that I had stopped teasing it. A thick stream started to fall from my bum to the mattress bellow. At first it absorbed it a bit, but it was too quick for it to soak it up. I was still hearing steps up the stairs and suddenly my stream began to patter. A small puddle of liquid had formed and my stream was falling right into it making what seems to be a very loud sound in that quiet bedroom! I awkwardly shuffled sideways until I got my stream to fall on a fresh piece of mattress. I was pushing for all I was worth now, very desperate to finish before whoever it was reach the room!

Finally the stream subsided somewhat, and I let two or three more squirts out. I got up, letting my skirt fall. Turning round I looked at the mattress. It was completely ruined. Three little stains and one massive one still glistening. I heard the steps reaching the top of the stairs and moved quickly. I reached for the quilt and quickly thrown it back on the bed, straightening it in a hurry. I heard the steps reach the door of the bedroom and quickly turned my back to the door, very red-faced, and set to look at the night stand. Jenny passed her head by the door and told me we were going. I let out a hum, I could feel some droplets dribbling along my thighs and wished she'd not notice.

Thankfully she did not seem to and went back downstairs. As soon as she had left the bedroom I grabbed the first fluffy thing around, which happened to be a very nice and rose teddy bear, and used it to dry myself. I briefly thought back to my first orgasm, it had been humping a little brown teddy bear, and quite frankly soaking it too. I strained a little and forced a last spurt on the teddy bear, then threw it over the bed and got down. We left this house soon after, en route to the next. Jenny looked at me smiling and told me I must have really loved that night stand, I could not help but smile back.

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3 - Saturday's Crazy Morning

Dear diary, today's been completely crazy! But let me begin by this morning...

Like every Saturday morning I had gone for my jogging. I felt like I had put on a bit of weight of late, so I decided to make it a little longer by making the whole grand tour of the lake instead of just longing it on this side. Of course I brought a bit more water than usual. Well, I can tell you I had slightly miscalculated. It took much longer than I thought, and I came home later than I had planned and had to hurry off since mum wanted to go visit some model houses to get ideas for refurbishing the living room a bit and had promised to treat us to a cinema plus shopping streak afterwards if we helped her pick ideas out.

As soon as I got home, mum told me to hurry as Amy was due to arrive in less than ten minutes and she wanted to hit the road immediately afterwards. I rushed upstairs to this very bedroom to shed my sweaty clothes and take a good shower. I was feeling quite desperate at the time with this water I drank and the neighbourhood not really being a suitable place for a girl in need to relieve herself. Well, it turned out I was even more desperate I thought and as soon as I got out of my running shorts and panties I just let a little spurt out!

I could see a few droplets on my leg and a little patch on the carpet at the feet of the bed. You know how I love carpets, even though it can be a bit messy, well I decided to indulge myself this time. I mean I usually do it at night because it's creepy traipsing in the dark, but since I had already left a little mark... So I just squatted, stark naked, in the middle of the bedroom. I let myself fall on my knees, then sat on my calves, legs apart, and I leaned backward a bit, just so I could see my little clitty between my tits, then I let go.

Of course it was not much at first, I just dribbled for a couple of seconds, but I could feel it coming, slow but unstoppable. I felt the onslaught of my pee as it escaped me. My lil' flaps were just pushed open by the sheer strength of it! I don't know if I am wicked or not, I know I am certainly not the only girl who enjoys a good pee after holding a bit, but the sight of my pee hitting the carpet got me all hot and bothered. It just felt sooo gooood! I just let my head back, half-closing my eyes, and let out a little moan. I was really gushing at that point you know, my spray was hitting the carpet a feet ahead of me at least. Finally, as it slowed, I looked back as it made its way toward me. Then I stood up and shook my bum a little to let the droplets go. I had a bit on my tighs and calves but since I was about to shower I did not thought much about it.

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I just got out of the bedroom and let myself in the hallway to get to the bathroom... and I fell face to face with Mrs Catto! I don't mind being naked with mum or Jenny around, we do it all the time. And I have been naked with some of mum's friends and some of my friends too, when we sunbath in the garden, but it felt really weird standing naked in front of the cleaning woman. I mean it's not I don't trust her, she's the one dealing with our little patches after all and as far as I know she never let it on to anyone. She had seen me in my underwear or my bikinis before but it's not the same really. I had one of my all-body flush there and then and I really could not think straight you know. I think she realized it too, and she just said hello and smiled... she passed me and I was a little relieved, and then I realized she was going to my bedroom and I turned real fast on my heels to stop her!

She had already opened the door unfortunately, and that huge puddle I had left was their in all its glory. I felt mortified. I mean I know she's the one cleaning up and I leave puddles regularly in the night but I am not here when she deals with it so it's kind of impersonate you see. And also the puddle's not glistening when she sets about it! And you know what ? She just laughed it off! "My, my" she said in that Hispanic accent of her "did you have an accident or is Jenny contagious?" When I think back on it, her eyes were sparkling a bit. I really think she found it funny but as you know I really didn't. I swear I blushed even more and I just ran to the bathroom to take my shower.

When I left the bathroom I kept a towel around me, so that I would not be naked in case I ran into Mrs Catto again. I got here and fortunately she had left, though I saw she had taken the time to give the carpet a shampoo. She's really great about it too, I think if she was not so thorough we would never be able to get away with it. I am sure the smell would get pretty horrid short. But with Mrs Catto coming six mornings out of seven to clean up and mum having us put wet towels on the patches till she does, the odour has never taken root. Though sometimes on Monday morning it does smell a bit.

Anyway I quickly donned some clothes. Since were going out I chose a really cute skirt, mid-thigh so I could go without panties. Mum always told us that when we go out it's better to wear something that makes it easy to go to the toilets, and jeans certainly don't even though Jenny prefer them, but perhaps that's because she just want to oppose mum... and also I must admit they really hug her bum real close. I also picked a tight T-shirt. No bra, I never bother since I don't have anything to put there. And at least I attract some looks with my nipples pointing through the clothing. It's not easy when going out with Mum and Jenny, and even more difficult when Amy joins us! I'm sure Amy could have been a model, she's just plain stunning, and she just loves playing boys, as she calls it

I quickly let myself in the bathroom to put some make-up. Not much. None of us four would have much. Just some blush on my cheeks to get some colour, eye-liner to really make my eyes stand out, and a hint of gloss on my lips to make them look wet. I also brushed my hairs quickly, letting them fall on my back and pocketed a few elastics in case I felt like making a ponytail. I doned one hair-slide on each side to keep my hairs for getting into my face. Jenny always tease me that only little girls wear them but I don't like having my hairs it my face and I don't want to keep putting them behind my ears.

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I exited the bathroom quietly, I am always quiet, especially since I am usually barefoot at home, and I was going toward the stairs when I heard what I thought was a muffled moan. It gave me pause and I stopped in the hallway. I heard another, coming from mum's room, even though I could hear mum rummage downstairs. Then suddenly it hit me that Mrs Catto was probably still upstairs and my heart took to beat like crazy.

It's not the first time I have caught Mrs Catto during her antics. I think that's perhaps the reason she took the job in the first place, and sometimes, when returning early in the morning because of an absent teacher or anything, I had caught her red-handed, so to speak. The first time, a few years ago, I think my maths or perhaps my history teacher was absent so I returned home at about 10am instead of lingering at school. As I said I am always quiet, so I let myself in the house. I thought I would be by myself, with mum at work and Jenny at school, so I did not call out when I entered. I just slipped my shoes off, put down my bag in the entrance since I had to go back to school for the afternoon, and walked toward the living room. And there I spotted Mrs Catto, she was in her mid-forties back then. She had her back to me, her skirt was at waist level as she was squatting in the middle of the living room... peeing like a race horse! I just stood there, watching her. I had some women peeing already, my friends and I school certainly were not shy in the changing room, but I had never seen such a gusher. It was really loud and messy, spraying everywhere. When it ended she just stood up casually and let her skirt fall and I backed up quietly. Then I slammed the entrance door and called loudly if anyone was home and I don't think she ever know I had witnessed her as when I got into the living room again she had the mop out and just smiled at me.

It was a secret thrill to catch her in the act for me. I mean she had to be somewhat special herself for putting up with the lot of us, but she was the cleaning woman... and she was of Hispanic ascent too and she had a really dark and wiry bush down there! I don't like hairs much down there, mum has always shaved, only letting a little tuft, very closely trimmed, to mark her as a woman and not a little girl as she said, and she taught Jenny and I how to keep ourselves tidy as soon as we needed it. Therefore seeing a woman completely unkept was a little treat. Not that I am into women or anything, it's just... exotic!

I padded to the door of mum's bedroom and put my ear to the door. I could definitely hear some noise but I didn't know if it was over or not. With my blood pounding to my ears I slowly played the handle to open the door just a crack. I peered into the bedroom and I first I could only see a small part of it so I had to open it a little more. I kept telling to myself that it was okay I could just pretend that I was looking for something, but who would open a door ever so slowly when actually intending to get it open ? I noticed a dark shape on the floor, and soon recognized her long skirt in a heap. My mouth dried instantly, but I suddenly felt I was getting very moist down there. And finally the bed came into view thanks to the wall high mirrors on the closet doors.

Mrs Catto was sitting in the middle of the bed, with her back to the door and her feet toward the head of the bed. She had her legs opened wide and was leaning backward supported by her left arm. Her blouse was opened and her bra a bit down, I could see her breasts sticking out and my breath caught in my throat. I had never seen so much of her before. And I had certainly not caught her in such an embarrassing position either. My eyes darted down, looking for a right hand, caught between her legs. Given its fast move there was little doubt about her occupation. She was furiously frigging herself on my mum's bed! I felt a bit of wetness on my left thigh but I could not keep my eyes off the spectacle before me.

She was trying to keep her mouth shut, but even so it was evident she was closing orgasm. Her hand was a blur and I could hear the wet slaps and guessed she was doing her clit real good. Her breathing was increasing and she was moving her bum back and forth on the sheets, her head finally leaning backward. Finally her whole body tensed and I knew the orgasm had hit her. She let a much louder moan out, her hand still stroking for all she was worth. And she squirted. I had heard about it, but nothing could prepare me to the side. A thick jet of clear liquid erupted from between her legs and splattered on the pillows. A second jet followed and struck the bed headset at about mid high, then slowly dripping and smearing the headset as it got down. A third jet followed, much shorter, I only caught a glimpse of it above her leg. And she collapsed backward, breathing loudly.

My mind was still reeling with what I had just witnessed. I could not even think of getting away even though the show had ended. Or so I thought. I suddenly hear a hiss and as I stared in the mirror, I saw Mrs Catto pull on her mound with her right hand and a thick spurt of yellowish liquid erupted from her bush like a fountain and then fell down between her legs. Another spurt followed, a little stronger, then another and another, slowly progressing toward the pillows. I could hear a groan and she must have pushed for suddenly it became massive. She pulled more on her mound and it went higher, falling shorter at about her knee. A golden fountain. She played with it a bit, moving it back and forth and right and left with her hand and I stared transfixed. Finally she brought both her hands to her nipples and pinched them hard and I saw her body tensed once more as the flow subsided. She had just soaked mum's sheets under my very eyes and she was getting off of it!

Coming to my senses, I slowly closed the door so as not to make any noise that would give me away now. I was not sure how I could ever face again after that. I realised my right hand was a bit wet and that I must have touched myself during the show. And then I heard a soft patter. Whirling on my heels I saw Jenny, her back to the wall, some faded jeans at her knees. The wall was dripping and I realised she had once again been naughty and taken advantage of her backward stream to make it quiet... even though mum had make it clear that walls without tiles were off-limits because it could leave stains. She grinned broadly at me and I was a bit too self-conscious to tell her anything. She just stood up, shake her bum a bit, then wriggled to get back into the jeans.

She told me mum must have had an accident tonight for Mrs Catto always took much longer in her bedroom the morning after. I flushed brightly red, and then she said Amy had arrived and mum had been calling for me twice already before sending her to fetch me. I nodded distractly as my brain slowly digested the information, and off we were.

2 - Jenny and the gardener

Dear diary, Jenny's misbehaved again today...

Well, I haven't told you yet that there is something a bit different here. Mum's always had a weak bladder after she's had Jenny. As she says it does not really show from the outside that she has had kids, but Jenny was a big baby and it left a mark inside. Anyway I can't remember mum not going to the toilets in a couple of hours. I mean she always wake up at least once during the night even though she tries not to drink much in the evening. And... well I trust you'll keep it for you... but whenever she goes out in the evening or she has a dinner with friends, since she drinks more than usual, she ends up having accidents in her bed. I've helped her a couple of times removing the sheets and sometimes it's only a little, but from time to time it's definitely a complete soaking. I'd die if anyone learned about it, but fortunately she's very discrete!

Anyway, having a weak bladder herself she was always very cool about it with Jenny and I. When we grew up she would never make us hold more than strictly necessary and often times she would let us pee in quite awkward places, but always discreetly. I have never been too comfortable with it myself, and I always need more cover than mum or Jenny. Jenny's the worst of course. The girl's really ballsy... and it seems she really get a kick out of it though she's loath to admit it.

The real treat is at home though. It's only the three of us and we are all girls so it's very relaxed. And mum never letting us hold more than necessary means that she's always let us pee whenever we needed to and almost everywhere. The only catch is that we have to throw a towel over it and tell her or Mrs Catto, our cleaning woman. But of course we need to be very discreet about it and mum's adamant we don't let our friends know lest they let the cat out of the bag. Of course I've told a few friends of mine and I think they really enjoyed peeing on my bedroom carpet, my desk chair or in my paper bin... I suppose mum guessed it too, though when I was younger I always patted myself on the back for being so clever in pretending I did it after my friends left.

Of course mum uses it herself, though she tries not to do it in our presence, and I have seen Mrs Catto helping herself a few times... but that's not what today's about. Today's about Jenny once again misbehaving.

You see, our gardener Mr Burk, Tom, had come today since we were friday. After he finished he went to speak with mum in the kitchen. As I got back from my swimming training, I heard him laughing from the entrance. I must admit I was a bit puffed that I had not see him working in the garden, he's a real hunk see, but then it's not summer yet so I haven't missed too much. I removed my shoes and I made my way barefoot as usual into the living room I spotted Jenny on the leather couch, with her back to me: she was watching some non-sense on TV again... and I decided to treat myself to a bit of it.

I softly padded my way to the lounge chair and I let myself fall back on it, stretching. I then said hi to Jenny, she said hi back, a huge grin on her face, and that's when I noticed what she was doing.

She had moved one of the cushion a bit on the side, then she had wriggled out of my tight jeans, just exposing herself a bit as she kept them as high as possible, and she was peeing between the couch cushions!

I hissed at her but she just giggled. She knows mum don't want us to pee on the leather couch and that downstairs is out of bound during the day lest someone catches us or spots a puddle. But the little minx can't be bothered by rules and of course mum's always let it go.

I could barely see her of course, with the jeans so high on her thighs, but I could hear her all clear. The soft pattering of liquid pouring and falling on something soft. The hissing sound as she was really pushing it out. The tell-tale look of relief and excitation on her face. Oh she was pretending to look at the TV all right, and from the back it probably looked as such, but from the front, what with her jeans unfastened and her eyes slightly closed it was difficult to be fooled.

I heard Tom saying his goodbye to mum and I really panicked. He entered the living room and Jenny just turned her head to him, fortunately having stopped her flow, and called goodbye above the couch's back. I could not utter a word and I must have been really red in the face because of her! And he had just closed the door that she turned toward me, tongue out, and then asked me for a tissue!

1 - Opening

Hello dear diary, I have finally decided to have a diary of my own and here you are.

My name's Mary O'Connell and I am a 20 years old funny girl. I have light brown hairs that go straight down on my shoulder and reach around mid-back. I've got a cute face I think, green hazel eyes, little nose and pouted red lips highlighting a fair skin that I owe to my Irish heritage. I am 5.5" and I have a slender build, but very firm as I am on the swimming team of Hallow's High School. I wish I had some more curves and Jenny would stop teasing me about it...!

Oh sorry, you don't know about Jenny yet! She's my little sister, 2 years younger than me. Her hairs are more reddish than mine, and unfortunately the little minx is more curvy than me. She must have took it from mum. She's real wicked too. She's only 2 inches smaller than I am and we trade clothes sometimes, although she always seem to burst out them she says boys pay her more attention this way.

Mum's only 38. Her real name's Louise though I don't call her that of course. She's much like Jenny, though a little older. She enjoys teasing men too, any time we go to the pool or the beach she can't but wear some skimpy bikini to show off her cleavage... I am sure if they knew she sunbaths in the buff in our high-walled garden they would tear the walls down overnight. I supposed Jenny inherited her exhibitionist streak from her.

Well, here you know the family. No father there, he and mum divorced when Jenny was very young and he moved to the other side of the world: Australia. Well at least he left mum well funded for and since her job pays well we live comfortably.

See you.

Edit: Minor alteration to age references to ensure that the youngest sister is 18. Steve25805

> We kind of decided that perhaps we should hold back on doing this stuff in our own hotel from now on

Of course, nothing better than visiting another hotel :)

Thanks for the sequel steve, I am amazed that you can still come up with new ideas, it's really a great serie.

Thanks for the cinema story, nice touch!

Regarding the last one, I wonder if the girls would not need to pee when waking up?

Oh! For a moment reading Michelle's letter, I thought she had stumbled on Lindsay and Maeby (from "A Family Affair"). It is intriguing to have a report by a non-participant in the magazine, I am not even sure there was a single other such letter before, nicely done steve!

Loved the entry from March 19th 1991, the theme was spot on :)

Goodness steve you're on a roll! I can hardly believe how many entries you logged in this diary in the last few days!

I particularly appreciated the entry about Debbie, there is something about corruption that I find really arousing.

Oh, I do still worry about the damage nonetheless.

Seeing as I am a naughty fan peeing it really is somewhat inconsistent, but somehow doing it in either a public location (even a shop) seems much more acceptable to my conscience to doing it in a close friend's flat (without her approval); even using a stranger's house, or an asshole's one, seem "better". I think it has something to do with breaking a long established trust, which I cannot manage to appreciate.

I sometimes wish I had known Versailles at the time of Louis XIV.

From http://forum.marie-antoinette.org/viewtopic.php?f=13&t=1664:

Actually there's a fair assortment of comments on the dubious excretory habits of the French upper classes. Franklin describes the cornices, etc. of Versailles catching feces as the chamber maids emptied pots from windows, and also talks of the tendency to improvise toilets everywhere. Several English travelers were dismayed by where the French did their business and how - well-bred ladies apparently thought nothing of performing the less delicate requirements of nature in front of men they did not know, and it was not unusual to find "gifts" on doorsteps.

One has to bear in mind that the architects of Versailles did not think about toilets. Thus chamber pots were the norm. Furthermore, Versailles was enormous, so a courtier living at the extremity of one of the aisles would be very far of his own room, and in this case I surmise that discretion took precedence over correctness (and well, Paris is cold in the winter anyway).

Well, it's naughty so I liked it, however unless your hostess was also interested (which I am not sure of), it seems nasty to her.

Regardless, I am intrigued by the memories those two women recounted to each other.

Ah, emulation. I love it when you would expect a righteous outburst, and instead people join in the naughtiness. Thanks!

I find it interesting that you are mixing up your various interests in there. Of course, since I am quite exclusively interested in naughty peeing it does mean a number of entries simply have no appeal for me (not into wetting/drinking/golden showers); I also admit that I much prefer when the motivation for a naughty pee is the sheer thrill of it rather than any monetary reward. The reward seems to shave off some naughtiness somehow...

... in any case, I am looking forward to our heroin and her friend Fiona letting their hair down in Cyprus... but that's still two months away!

She must have been quite a sight!

Regarding the "October 13th 1990" entry, I so wish you had given more details on each of those sneaky pees! I understand the style calls for short entries, so maybe just mentioning most of them and focusing on one (library corner?)...

That sounds like a very promising start, you have me salivating :)

Wow, I am impressed at how quickly this thread grew since I last visited.

Maggie: yes you and your parents were "naughty" in your own activities and in teaching your children so; but let's face it, it was also harmless. Peeing on fruits seem bad for example, but every single person I know will wash fruits and vegetables before cooking them anyway! Similarly for peeing in a fitting room, it is naughty certainly, but is it any dirtier than walking in there after traipsing through a wet parking lot?

So, please, Maggie, do regal us with your tales. Especially, do you have any instance of you peeing in front of your children, or your parents peeing in front of yourself or your brother? It seems up until now that the children are indulged but the parents bear with it.

Yes indeed it's difficult to know whether it's "nature" or "nurture" and to what extent. Family and friends tell my eldest daughter she is almost a clone of me in all respects, for instance, whereas the other 2 are more of the usual 'jumble' between me and their Dad in terms of looks and personality.

Like you Nopjans, I was introduced gently to what I later knew as naughty peeing. During a visit to a swimming pool or a water park I was encouraged to pee through my swimsuit in the water and praised for doing so. Similarly in a fitting room at a clothing store I was told "if you need to pee this is a good place." I was praised when I did so and can also remember my mother peeing in there a few times, saying it was easier than finding the toilets. Gradually, as I got older, I realised it was naughty but still pretended not to know for a year or so. :wink:

During summer holidays we'd go to a budget hotel or guest house and, at bedtime, my mother would say "If you need to pee during the night don't worry about it. Just slide down in the bed on your tummy and let go into the mattress. When you've finished slide back up again and only your legs will be on the wet area." My Dad had already removed the protective sheet so it all went deep into the mattress, and in the morning I was told "Good girl!" when they found I'd wet the bed. The first few times I did it was only because I needed to pee, but all the other times I held on purpose to make sure I could wet the bed. I know it's naughty but I found it very exciting .... and especially when I sneaked a peek at the bed my parents were using and found it was wet!! :)

Lots more to tell, but I consider myself VERY lucky to have parents who enjoy naughty peeing.

Oh Maggie, I had heard you talked about peeing in pools, rivers and seas (well, like about everyone), but I had no idea your parents were so "naughty".

Would you mind detailing the occasions of some of your naughtier pees (maybe in a dedicated thread?). I must admit the idea of parents teaching their children to pee in "indoor" places outside the toilet is extremely intriguing (and arousing) to me, or parents doing it in presence/with the knowledge of their children, so if you recount some events in those fittings rooms or hotels rooms, I would be very grateful.

There are actually two sequels:

- Chapter 16 involves pooing, so was "banned" from PeeSearch, I sent it to a few who requested it by PM there.

- Chapter 17 actually consists of just "Right before getting out my mum made us girls swear never, ever, to speak of this to anyone... you're the first I've spoken too." it was clearly written as a potential conclusion

- Chapter 18, however, came afterwards; and is strictly naughty peeing

In an attempt to post all chapters in order, I would first need to know whether there is interest in chapter 16 here, as I perfectly understand it might not suit everyone's taste.

@Steve: thanks :)

In reading the stories, I did not find the "haha" to in any way be a problem. It, to me, is just part of the story with the character laughing

I suppose that's my French showing, in French repetitions are much more frown upon that they are in English. We have a wealth of synonyms and the use of pronouns is encouraged as well, thus repetition ends up being a side of lack of education or carelessness. I have noticed in English, instead, that there did not appear to be such a "morale" judgment, but I cannot help but remark it whenever I read something.

Yes, it is something I noticed myself, but laughter is of itself repetitive - one laugh sounds much the same as another. And I do wish to convey the fact that a character is laughing at a certain point because of the eroticism this can add to certain situations. Believe me, instead of including it in dialogue as "hahaha" I have experimented with alternative formulas. Nothing else works really as dialogue, and constantly describing the fact that someone is laughing instead of making it part of the dialogue does look just as repetitive and a whole lot more clunky. I've tried, and had to edit it back again.

The only way of reducing the repetitiveness in a way that avoids this is simply to have my characters laugh less often.

I hate that part of writing: when there is something you would like to change but no matter what you do you just cannot seem to find the right tone or wording, and it just feels clumsy or even veers onto a completely different mood. It's frustrating really! And after some times I get the feeling that I've handled the particular piece I was having difficulty with so many times and from so many different angles that I'll never be satisfied with it anyway.

Well, at some point, you just need to call it done :D

Well, I am late to the battle, and was thinking of reading the 2 parts in a row, but I so enjoyed that part (a MP no less!) that I could not pass the opportunity to thank you for taking the time to write these stories.

I should just warn you that you seem to be finishing many a dialogue by "haha" or "hahaha" (to imply laughter I guess). You might want to find alternative ways to express it (laughing, chuckling, giggling, smirking, smiling, ...) to avoid repetition.

Oh nice steve, a new avenue for our little niche fetish. I somewhat doubt even an watertight contract could prevent leaks about such a behaviour in the press, especially with guests involved, but I do like to imagine it might.

I enjoy seeing piercings in a few places (on girls):

- navel: my personal favourite, maybe because I find a flat tummy attractive and it does draw the attention ?

- tongue: I find it quite sexy, it somewhat hints at naughtiness and promises surprises during kisses and oral play

- genital/nipples: sexy too, though obviously not as exposed, I like to play with those with either fingers or tongue/lips/teeth

- nose/lips: I find a little stud or small ring here can be quite sexy

- ears: regular earrings (or hoops) are nice

I have seen piercing on other body parts (arms, cheeks) and honestly I found it a bit weird.

As for guys ? I have considered the tongue piercing (for the sexy play factor) but that's about it.

Well, first of all your boyfriend he's quite lucky that you are willing to share such an intimidate moment with him... and certainly doubly lucky that he managed to observe a second girl as well!