wetwulf

The siblings and Susan spent some time cleaning up the furniture cushions and floor as best they could and spraying some Febreze to cover the slight smell. Janice led Susan to her room to help her find some clothes. Both women had a similar figure, a little round in the bottom with curvy thighs and breasts to match. Janice smiled as she found a low-cut silver shirt with some kind of sparkly design on it and a short black skirt. She handed these to Susan.

“Do you need panties?” Janice asked.

Susan smirked. “That depends on how short the skirt is. I don’t want be flashing my lady bits to some stranger.” Janice laughed.

“I think it’s long enough to cover, but it’s up to you.” Susan took the skirt and slid it on, noting that the bottom of it reached her knees.

“Yeah, I think this will work,” she said. Janice ruffled through her clothes and removed a red dress with thin straps, and like Susan she did not bother with panties.

“And now for another test,” Janice said. She stood still, and it took Susan a moment to figure out what she meant. Then a few seconds later she could just barely see a trickle of warm pee snaking down Janice’s shapely legs and dripping to the carpet. Janice looked down at the crotch of her dress. “Nothing. What about the back?” she asked. Janice turned around to show Susan her back side.

“Nothing,” Susan said. “Should I try mine out, too?”

“Go for it,” Janice said. Susan stood still and closed her eyes. She didn’t know how much she could go after the events of earlier, but she breathed out and relaxed. Soon, a small dribble fell from between her legs and trickled down her thighs and to the floor. She let go completely and opened her eyes. Other than a soft hissing and the dribbling down her legs, there was no sign that she was peeing herself right now. “Yeah, girl, you’re ready,” Janice said, smiling.

There was a knock at Janice’s door, so she opened it. Tammy and Tommy both stood, smiling. Tammy was wearing a black dress with a similar style as Janice’s and Tommy had put on a pair of black jeans and a snug blue polo that flattered his muscles. Susan stared for a few seconds before Tommy caught her eye and smiled. She blushed and looked away.

“Are you two ready?” Tammy asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Susan said.

They all piled into Janice’s car with Janice and Susan up front and the twins in the back, and they were soon on the road.

“So where are we going?” Susan asked.

“A little place up the street called Kirby’s,” Tommy answered. “It’s our favorite place. It looks like one of those old redneck bars most people avoid because they think all that happens there are bar fights and people getting thrown out. But it’s chill, and the drinks are good.”

“Kirby knew our parents,” Janice said. “He was a friend of our father’s, so we’ve been going there since we were kids. He lets us drink for free, so it’s perfect.”

“Does he know about…?” Susan started to ask.

“Yes,” Janice said, “but his customers don’t, and he’s asked us to keep it that way.”

“We have our own booth in the back corner beside the bar,” Tammy said, smiling. “With vinyl seats and a tile floor. As long as none of the customers see what we do, Kirby doesn’t mind. He mops the place up several times a day anyway, spilled drinks and all, so no big deal.”

“That’s incredible,” Susan said. She noticed Tammy had sat upright in her seat and was spreading her legs until Susan could see she also had gone commando. Tammy smiled and then looked down. Susan followed her gaze and saw a tiny dribble of pee fall from between Tammy’s legs through her dress and to the seat of the car. Susan’s eyes widened, but she smiled. So much had happened in such a short time that Susan was no longer surprised by anything these siblings did. Or so she thought.

“Is she peeing?” Janice asked. Susan laughed.

“Yes, she is,” Susan said. Janice shook her head, but she was smiling. Tommy chuckled.

“So now you know it’s also okay to pee in my car,” Janice said. “The seats, as you can see, are vinyl and the floor mats are rubber. This was our parent’s car.” Janice saw Susan’s eyes widen.

“Wait… were your parents…?” Susan asked, looking shocked.

“Where do you think we got it?” Tammy said.

“Wow.”

“Yep,” Janice said. “I sat right where you are more than a few times while out with mom and watched her wet this seat. She would just…” Janice paused and lifted her bottom enough to slide her dress back until it was no longer under her, “… move her dress out of the way like this… and then…” Just a few seconds later Susan could hear the tell-tale hissing. She looked down between Janice’s legs and saw the puddle forming and the swirl as her spray of pee continued to add to the puddle.

“That looks amazing,” Susan said. It pooled between Janice’s legs until it started to flow over the edge of the seat. Janice smiled and scooted forward just enough to push the puddle of pee into the floor. Then she sighed and continued to dribble her pee to the floor.

“It feels amazing,” Janice said. Susan smiled as she watched the last few drops seep down the edge of the car seat. Then she sat up and started to adjust her skirt, as well.

“You know, since your skirt is black you don’t have to do that,” Tammy said. “That’s why I just peed through mine.” Susan looked at Janice who just smiled.

“She’s right,” Janice said. “I mean, if you don’t want to be wet all evening then I understand, but it won’t be visible if you are.” Susan bit her lip, trying to think about it. She did a quick check of how badly she needed to go. It was noticeable but maybe not enough to leave her soaked. And even if it was, did it matter much to her anymore?

“Okay,” Susan said. She relaxed in her seat and just looked out at passing cars. After only a few seconds, she could feel the pressure building. She could also hear Tommy moving in his seat as he leaned forward until his head was right next to hers.

“Just relax,” he said, “and let it all go. You’ll be glad you did.” This was all the encouragement Susan needed. She sat back in her seat and relaxed. Then she felt the first dribbles of her warm pee against her inner thighs and felt it soak into her skirt. At the same time, she felt Tommy’s lips softly on her neck. “I can hear it,” he whispered. “That’s so fucking hot.” He kissed her neck again, and she moaned and completely let go, feeling the warm spray of her pee as it pooled between her legs, making a dribbling sound and soaking the crotch of her skirt.

“Mmm, that does feel amazing,” she said, sighing as the last of her flow dribbled into the puddle in her seat. She sat there even after it finished and enjoyed the warmth of it against her bare pussy. Then, in a bold move, she slid the front of her skirt up and started to rub her slit.

“Oh my god,” Tommy said. He sounded like he was about to lose his mind, like if he could safely crawl over the seat and screw Susan right then and there he would. It only took about thirty seconds of rubbing herself before Susan moaned and had a small but satisfying orgasm.

“You go girl,” Tammy said. Susan could feel Tommy’s lips on her neck again.

“You’re mine later,” he said. Susan nodded.

After making some arrangements, it was for sure that Susan was going to spend the night with the siblings. Janice agreed to let Susan borrow some of her night clothes if necessary and even a change of clothes for tomorrow. As they talked, Tommy stepped down the hall. All three girls peered at him, smiling. They could also see that Susan could not hide the redness in her face.

“You sly dog,” Janice said. Tommy grinned, and he surprised all of them by taking a seat on the couch right next to Susan. She looked shocked until he touched her hand and she slipped her fingers between his.

“So, Susan,” Tammy said. “Now that the ice is broken and you’ve had sex with my brother, I think we should drop the act. Tommy and I planned the whole thing to get you to piss yourself.”

“You… what?” Susan said.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Janice is sometimes ashamed of what we do, and from what she tells us she really likes you and didn’t want your friendship screwed up. So we had to find a way to let you know that this kind of thing happens around here and hope that you wouldn’t run screaming.”

“Well… I didn’t did I?”

“No,” Janice said. “You didn’t. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Honestly, there aren’t a lot of people around the office I care to talk to or spend time with. They’re all boring. You… are most definitely not boring.” Janice smiled, and Susan returned it.

“Well, now that that’s settled,” Tammy said. She scooted forward in her seat, lifted her bottom and slid her shorts down to her feet but kept her panties on. She sat back in her seat and a few seconds later she sighed, and a dark stain appeared in the crotch of her panties. Tommy and Janice both just shook their heads, but Susan watched, enraptured, as Tammy’s flow increased and hissed loudly through her panties, soaking into the seat cushion.

“So you really just… pee in your seat?” she said.

“Mmm hmm,” Tammy said. “I told you. We… ohhhh… really enjoy wetting. It’s so warm. Mmm…” Susan looked at Janice.

“Do you do this?”

Janice cleared her throat. “Sometimes, yes. If the mood strikes me.”

“And you?” Susan asked, looking at Tommy.

“All the time,” Tommy said. “I’ve even pissed right here on this couch. Obviously, the feeling is different for me than for you girls, but I still really enjoy the warmth and the relief. And of course, the naughtiness of peeing somewhere you shouldn’t.” Tammy’s flow was dwindling to a trickle and Susan watched as she pulled her panties aside and let the last little bit dribble straight into the chair cushion.

“But what about the mess?” Susan asked.

“We clean it up,” Janice said. “And all three of us drink more water than anything, so usually the smell and the color isn’t so bad. Plus, if the mess is too big we can afford cleaning services.”

“This is all so…,” Susan said. Janice closed her eyes waiting for this whole thing to finally come tumbling down. “I mean, it’s a lot to take in, but it’s also kind of… hot.”

Janice’s eyes snapped open. Susan was smiling and still looking at Tammy, who was licking her lips and enjoying the last tiny droplets of warm pee through her panties.

“Really?” Janice asked.

“Yeah, really. Before today I haven’t had sex since my husband left over a year ago. This is the most excitement I’ve had recently that didn’t include chasing toddlers through a toy store. I kind of feel like I needed this.” Janice felt like crying tears of joy.

“I think we just became best friends,” Janice said. Susan laughed.

“I think I want to try pissing on your couch,” Susan said. All three siblings looked surprised, but Susan smiled and unsnapped her jeans. She was still going commando, so all she had to do was slip her jeans down. She kicked them completely off and was now sitting on the couch naked from the waist down next to Tommy, who was watching her and had a clearly growing erection. “So, do I just sit here and do it?” she asked.

“You do it however you want,” Tommy said. His voice was low and encouraging but also had that husky tone she heard in the hallway earlier. “It might be easiest for your first time if you sit like you’re on a toilet.”

“Okay,” Susan said. She scooted back on the couch and sat up straight. All three siblings watched as she closed her eyes and let out a breath. Then she gasped and they all heard a hissing sound. “Oh!” Susan cried and looked down to see the small wet spot beneath her. “Just a little spurt,” she said. “But ohh, you’re right Tammy, it’s warm. I think I need to…” She leaned back a little more, relaxing as she spread her legs a little further apart. Then she sighed, and a steady spray of warm pee started from her and hissed loudly into the couch cushion. “Ohh, holy… Mmmm!” She looked down at her flow and opened her mouth in both pleasure and surprise. “Oh my god it’s so… ohhh… so warm, and it’s splashing against my clit… Ohhh!”

As Susan peed full force now, Tommy moved closer to her, and she looked to see that he had removed his penis from his shorts and was openly stroking himself. Tammy was also rubbing her vagina without shame. And to her right was Janice, her new best friend, who had pulled her own jeans down to her thighs and was also clearly rubbing herself. The best thing about this is that she didn’t find any of it inappropriate or gross or upsetting in any way. She was deeply turned on by it. These three siblings could have asked her for anything, and she would have said yes without hesitation. As Susan smiled at Janice, her flow was dwindling, but she could see a fresh spray of pee falling from between Janice’s legs and soaking the seat cushion. Janice moaned as she rubbed herself while peeing.

Tommy leaned closer to Susan. “Do you want me again? My sisters won’t mind.” Susan looked at Janice who bit her lip and nodded at her through half-lidded eyes.

“Yes,” Susan said. Tommy knelt on the floor in front of her and in a quick motion had her bottom scooted to the edge of the couch. She could feel the tip of his penis right at her vulva. Before he entered her, though, he smiled.

“I have to pee,” Tommy said. Susan thought she knew what he was getting at, and she smiled.

“It’s okay,” she said. Tommy smiled at her and sighed. Soon, a warm stream sprayed messily from his penis and splashed against her lower tummy. She gasped at the warm feel of his pee as it dribbled down her slit, making her even wetter than she already was. This must have stirred more in her as he felt another squirt of pee flow from between her legs and wet the edge of the couch. Tommy groaned, and his spray reached as far as her shirt, which she quickly yanked off and sat up to unsnap her bra. Now she was completely naked and to her surprise didn’t feel the least bit ashamed or self-conscious. This was made better by Tommy’s admiring gaze as his flow of pee eased to a trickle.

Tammy stood up from her chair, walked over to the couch, and sat next to Susan. As Tommy moved his pelvis back again to where Susan could feel the tip of his penis at her vulva, Tammy removed her own shirt and bra. She leaned close to Susan and smiled. Then Susan watched as Janice also stood up, stepped out of her jeans, yanked off her shirt, and removed her bra and walked over to sit on the other side of the couch. Susan now had Tommy in front of her, Tammy to her right, and Janice to her left, and they were all watching her lustfully.

“You can stop us anytime,” Tommy said in that comforting, husky voice of his. She nodded, and soon Tammy’s mouth was on her right breast, licking her nipple and sucking at it gently. Susan gasped as Tommy slid his penis just to the edge of her labia and moved it around. She could feel the head of it rubbing her clitoris. Janice leaned in now and started to kiss her neck and shoulder while Tammy continued to suck on her breast. As Tommy entered her, Susan felt two hands touching her upper labia and clitoris and looked to see that both Tammy and Janice were rubbing her.

“Mmmm!” she cried out. “Oh my god, this is so amazing. I’m not going to last long.”

“It’s okay,” Janice whispered. “This is for you. Just relax and let go.” Susan obeyed and soon she could feel her orgasm building as Tommy continued to move in and out of her and the girls continued to kiss and rub her.

“Oh! Oh! I’m gonna… OOoooooohhhhhhh!” Susan came loud and hard, writhing and bucking her hips as best she could with Tommy still inside her. He pulled out of her and scooted back as her breathing slowed to normal and all three of them looked at her, smiling. Susan sighed as another steady flow of pee fell from her and dripped gently onto the edge of the couch and the floor. She giggled. “I always have to pee after I orgasm.” They all laughed with her.

“How was that?” Janice asked.

“Incredible,” Susan said, still sounding a little out of breath.

“I’m glad. Because I really like you. And obviously so do my siblings.” Tammy and Tommy both nodded, wide-eyed, at the exact same time.

“Good,” Susan said. She sat up but did not bother getting dressed. She could feel the wetness of the cushion under her getting cold and wished she could warm it up, but she was tapped out.

“Why don’t we get dressed and then go out and have some drinks?” Tommy asked.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Susan said.

Disclaimer: The following story contains a scene of unprotected sex. If this does not appeal to you, please do not read any further. The characters in this story are all consenting adults with the ability to make responsible judgements. Unless you know your partner well, always be safe.

After dropping some towels in the hallway floor, the girls returned to the front room of the house while Tommy went to his room to get dressed. Susan had taken her wet panties off and pulled her jeans up without them to go commando. She also had been quiet since the three of them had pissed in the hallway. Janice wasn’t sure if it was because of the peeing or because her brother had come out of the bathroom to catch them in the act.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Janice said. “I can understand if you never want to come back here again.”

“Oh, no, no,” Susan said. “It’s really okay. It was just… awkward. But funny, you know?”

“I do,” Janice said.

“Was that your first time ever having to do anything like that?” Tammy asked. Janice glared at her again, but again it was too late to go back. Janice looked at Susan.

“You don’t have to answer that,” she said.

“No, it’s okay,” Susan said. “And no, not really. I mean I’ve never peed on the floor like that. When I was pregnant my bladder was pretty weak. I think there were a few times I had to go, but my husband was in the bathroom, so I had to go outside or find a bucket in the garage or something to pee in. And I’ve used our kitchen sink.”

“Which is why you were willing to use ours,” Tammy said.

“Exactly,” Susan said. Tammy looked over at Janice and grinned. Janice gave her a look that said What are you up to?

“What if I told you that I do that kind of thing all the time?” Tammy said. Janice’s face flushed again and she closed her eyes for a moment, anticipating the worst.

“What do you mean? Like… you pee yourself?”

“I do,” Tammy said.

“Here in the house?” Susan asked. Janice was surprised by the obvious curiosity in Susan’s voice.

“Sometimes, yes,” Tammy said. “And sometimes while I’m out. It’s just more convenient sometimes than looking for a bathroom.”

“But,” Susan said, “don’t you worry about the mess or about getting caught?”

“No,” Tammy said. “Messes can be cleaned, and when I go out I’m either really good at finding a place to go or I wear something that makes it easier.”

“Like a skirt?” Susan asked.

“Yes,” Tammy said, “and occasionally black plants or shorts if I want to wet myself, something that doesn’t show.”

“You wet yourself?” Susan asked. “Why?”

“Because it feels really good. Have you never wet yourself?”

“Maybe when I was a kid, and I had a few close calls when I was pregnant but never a full wetting. You actually like it?”

“I do,” Tammy said. “It’s so warm around my vagina, and if I pee hard enough sometimes it tickles my clit.”

“Ooookay, that’s enough,” Janice said. “I’m sorry, Susan, my sister is really forward. She has no filter.”

“It’s okay, Janice, really,” Susan said.

“So you’re not grossed out by this?” Janice asked.

“No, not at all. I mean it’s a little strange, but no I’m not grossed out.”

“Well that’s good,” Tammy said, “because Janice does it, too.” Janice’s face reddened and she started at Tammy. That was it. It was over now, for sure.

“You do?” Susan said. Janice looked down at the floor.

“Yes, I do,” she said. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone at work about it.”

“Honey, I just pissed in your hallway floor.” Susan said. “I’m not telling anyone at work about this.”

Janice smiled. “Thank you.” Susan returned the smile, and then she peered down the hallway.

“I know this sounds crazy, but I need to pee again. Is it okay if I just use your bathroom this time?” They laughed and Susan stood up and walked down the hall.

Once she rounded the corner, Susan turned to see if Janice or Tammy could see her. Luckily, once she reached the bathroom the hallway turned and you could only see from the living room if you were deliberately turning your head to look down the hallway. Neither Janice or Tammy seemed to be doing that. She looked down at the towels that were spread on the floor over the mess they had made, and something tingled inside of her. She knew that feeling well as she had masturbated almost every day since her husband left her but had unfortunately not had another man’s penis inside her since her husband. She stepped further down the hall and leaned back against the wall behind a small table that held knick-knacks and pictures of the family.

Susan unfastened her jeans and took one last look down the hall. She was still alone, so she slid her hand into her jeans to feel her wet slit. She rubbed her clitoris gently and closed her eyes in pleasure. She could feel her bladder getting ready to let go, so she stopped rubbing. She was about to take her jeans down when she thought about what Tammy had said about wetting herself and how good it felt. Susan looked at the crotch of her jeans. They were a little damp from the squirt earlier. She decided What the hell as she leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. A gentle trickle started in her pants and she gasped.

When she opened her eyes again, Tommy was standing to her left watching her. He had gotten dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a polo and he was gazing at her, his eyes wide with obvious desire. She stopped her flow as best she could, but a little continued to dribble into her pants.

“Can I watch you?” he asked. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice was husky but gentle. Susan looked at him, his muscular frame obvious beneath the polo. She nodded and he stepped closer. “Please continue,” he said. Susan managed a smile as she leaned back against the wall. She didn’t know if she could pee with him watching, but she knew she wanted to try. She closed her eyes and was surprised when her warm flow returned, and she was soon dribbling into her jeans again. She gasped as it warmed her crotch and flowed steadily down her legs, clinging to the fabric of her jeans. She opened her eyes and watched the stain in her jeans as it spread all the way down her legs as small droplets fell to the carpet.

She looked at Tommy who was still watching her, not smiling but staring. She knew he wanted her, just as much as she knew she wanted him. In a moment of lust, Susan reached for him and pulled him to her. She pressed her lips against his and he returned the kiss. She reached for his shorts and unsnapped them. At the same time, he was tugging her jeans down to her ankles. He stepped back for a moment to look at her, then he pressed his body close to her. She slid his penis out of his boxers. He leaned back just a bit and looked into her eyes.

“Do you want me to get a condom?” he asked.

“No,” she said. After her second child, Susan had had a partial hysterectomy and could no longer get pregnant , and she was hoping she could trust her friend's brother to be clean. Then he kissed her again and soon his penis was sliding against her wet slit. She moaned and moved her hips. He had to bend his knees a bit, but then he lifted her and pressed her against the wall as he entered her. She gasped as he thrust in and out of her, kissing her neck and shoulders as he did. Soon she was panting and as she climaxed he groaned, and she could feel him ejaculate inside of her. He kissed her again and they both panted as he pulled out of her and stood against the wall next to her.

“That was amazing,” he said. “We should do it again sometime.” Susan laughed.

“Maybe we will.” She pulled her jeans back up and looked at him, smiling. He winked at her.

“So you around, then.”

“Yeah, see you around.”

Susan walked back to the front room where Janice and Tammy were both staring at her, smiling.

“What?” Susan said.

“You just fucked my brother, didn’t you?” Tammy asked. Susan could not hide her red face. Tammy slapped the table and laughed loudly. Janice joined her. Susan was confused.

“I’m sorry, Susan,” Janice said. “My brother has slept with almost every single one of my friends, and some of Tammy’s friends. As soon as you walked out of here, Tammy said, ‘If she bumps into Tommy he’s going to try to fuck her.’ Turns out she was right.” Susan smiled. "Oh, don't worry. He hasn't been with anyone for a while, and he's had checkups. How was it?”

“It was really nice,” Susan said.

“So, will you be visiting us again?” Tammy asked.

“Absolutely,” Susan said.

This chapter is a retelling of the last chapter but from Tommy's perspective.

 

When Tommy stepped into the bathroom, the first thing he did was listen closely. He could hear his sisters talking to the new girl but could not make out what they were saying. It didn’t matter. The first phase of his and Tammy’s plan was already in action.

As he often did before taking a shower, Tommy stripped down to only his boxers. They were snug, especially in the mornings when his often painful erection stretched them out. He sat on the edge of the tub and adjusted his penis until it was pointing upwards. Then he relaxed and soon a steady squirt of warm urine sprayed the inside of his boxers and soaked his balls then dripped to the tile bathroom floor. He reached into the front opening of his boxers and slipped his penis out. Then he sighed and emptied his bladder this way, letting his warm pee spray whichever way it chose to go. Since his erection was waning a bit, most of it dribbled to his right side, soaking his boxers and the floor. When he finished, he reached back, closed the shower curtain halfway, and turned on the water but didn’t step in yet.

The knock at the bathroom door was exactly what Tommy hoped for. He really was planning to get into the shower soon when the knock came. But now the game was on.

“Hey Tommy?” It was Janice’s voice. Tommy smiled.

“Yeah?” he answered.

“Do you know how much longer you’ll be?”

“I just got in,” he said, grinning at his lie. He could hear someone say something else but couldn’t hear them, so he stepped as quietly as he could closer to the bathroom door.

“…Tammy is right. We’ve had to improvise before. I can take you to the kitchen? If you’re willing, you can use the sink?” It was Janice again.

“How far is that?” This was a voice Tommy didn’t recognize, so it must be Susan, Janice’s new friend. Tommy grinned again and listened.

“It’s on the other side of the house,” Janice said. Tommy grinned again. The kitched was on the other side of the house, but that wasn’t as far as Susan probably thought. He now began to think Janice had decided to join their game.

“Ohhh, no, I won’t make it that far,” Susan said.

“Well, you can go right here,” Tammy said. Tommy almost laughed out loud. He loved hearing his twin work her magic.

“Like… just pee in your hallway?”

“If you have to,” Tammy said. “It’s my lame ass brother’s fault, not yours. And we can clean it up, no problem.”

Tommy heard Susan groan and couldn’t help himself now as he slipped his boxers off all the way and started to stroke his penis. “Ohhh, I’m seriously about to piss myself,” Susan said.

“It’s okay, really,” Janice said. “I won’t tell anyone at the office.”

“But I can’t just piss in the floor in your hallway,” Susan said.

“It’s really not a problem,” Tammy said. “Here, I’ll prove it. I’ve got to go, anyway.” Tommy could hear movement and a gentle thud against the wall just outside the bathroom. He could picture what he had seen Tammy do many times: she was leaning against the wall to pee. He stepped closer and sure enough he could hear her sigh and just barely audible hissing and dripping as his twin sister peed right there in the hallway. Tommy stroked his penis harder, but he didn’t want to cum yet.

Susan gasped. “Oh, shit!” she said. “I just squirted a bit!” He almost lost it then but eased his stroking. “I’m sorry, Janice, but I can’t hold it anymore.”

“It’s okay,” Janice said. “Do you care if I join you?” Tommy almost went wild as he tried to picture his older sister and her new friend about to piss in the hallway just outside the door. He stroked a little more vigorously now. “Seeing my sister go made me have to go.” She laughed.

“I don’t care,” Susan said. “I just need to pee like right now!” Tommy heard the unbuttoning of jeans and the sound of clothes rustling. “They’re already wet,” Susan said. Tommy almost cried out as he just knew she was talking about her panties. Then the unmistakable hissing and splashing as Susan emptied her bladder all over their hallway floor. Tommy felt his orgasm building and he had to put his free hand against the door to keep his legs from buckling. “Ohhhhh, that feel so much better,” Susan said.

Tommy was really close to ejaculating right then when he heard another sound coming from right next to the bathroom door. It was a moan that he recognized all too well, followed by a second hissing and dribbling. He knew what was happening: Janice was peeing down her legs. Tommy lost it then and ejaculated all over the bathroom door and the floor. He had to bite his lip to hide his groans and almost fell over with pleasure. When he finished, he stepped back to the shower, turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around himself. Then he quickly wiped up his mess on the door and floor and then opened the door. Both Susan and Janice were still peeing. Janice looked shocked, but Susan started to laugh.

“I’m so sorry,” Tommy said. “Umm… I’m Tommy.” Susan laughed even louder, and it was genuine.

“Susan,” she said.

“Welcome to our home,” Tommy said.

A few hours later, there was a knock at the door. After some cleaning and strategic use of Febreze, the house was ready for guests. If Janice had wanted the house cleaned more extensively, she could easily have called in a cleaner. But this should be sufficient for entertaining her coworker friend.

Janice answered the door and there stood Susan. “Hey there!” Susan said, and the two hugged each other. Susan looked cute in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a panda on it. As Susan stepped into the house, somewhere behind her Janice head footsteps. She turned to see her brother walking across the hall to the bathroom. He paused and glanced at Susan, then smiled and walked into the bathroom. Janice could not help but feel as if that smile was somehow suspicious.

She changed direction, though, as Tammy appeared in the hallway, as well, finally having gotten dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a pink shirt. “Susan, you’ve heard me talk about my twin siblings. That was my brother Tommy you saw, and this is my sister, Tammy.” Susan greeted Tammy and Janice led Susan to the living room. “Make yourself comfortable,” Janice said. Susan thanked her and sat on the plush brown couch. Tammy walked to the recliner in the corner, and Janice sat on the other end of the couch. “Well, this is our home,” Janice said. She continued, giving Susan a brief version of the history of the house, how her parents acquired it, the tragedy of their accident, and finally how the siblings agreed to share the house. Susan listened attentively, and her genuine interest was really sweet.

Then, Janice noticed something. Susan seemed to be squirming. She was continuously crossing and uncrossing her legs. Janice glanced at her sister who made brief eye contact and then smiled. Janice peered down the hallway and saw that the door was still closed. What are they up to, she wondered. But Janice shook it off and she asked Susan about her life, how her kids were doing. Susan was divorced, but she smiled widely and lit up and she talked about her kids. Then she squirmed again, and Janice was surprised when Tammy spoke up.

“Everything okay?” Tammy asked.

“I’m fine, but how long is your brother going to be in the bathroom?” This time Janice did not miss the smirk that crossed her sister’s face. She sighed and resigned to the fact that they were about to get their way. Her new friend would be wetting herself before she left today.

“I don’t really know,” Tammy said. “Sometimes he takes forever. Long shower, primping himself in the mirror, that sort of stuff. He’s worse than us.” Tammy and Janice laughed, and Susan joined them, then stopped.

“Oh, don’t make me laugh.” She bent over and hissed.

“Is it that bad?” Janice asked. Susan nodded.

“Yeah, he’s irritating like that,” Tammy said. “More than a few times he’s been in there and one of us has had to go. Kind of like right now.”

“Well, what did you do?” Susan asked. “Because I’m open for solutions.”

Tammy chuckled. “Sometimes he gets done in time and it’s just a race to keep from having an accident. Once or twice Janice and I had to run in at the same time.”

Susan laughed. The sound made Janice’s heart skip. “How did that work out?”

Tammy giggled. “I took the sink,” she said and winked. Janice could feel her face flush, and she watched Susan’s reaction.

“Ohhh, at this point I’d settle for anything,” Susan said and doubled over again. They heard the unmistakable sound of the shower, and Susan groaned.

“Well, there were other times we didn’t make it,” Tammy said. Janice was still quiet, still terrified that this whole ordeal might scare her new friend away. “Like when both of us just ended up pissing in the hallway.”

“Seriously?” Susan said.

“What else could we do? This is a big house, but I still don’t know why it only has one bathroom. And when it’s used up, well…”

“Oh my god,” Susan said. She kept peering down the hallway at the still closed door. “Can you go see how much longer?”

“Sure,” Janice said. She stood up and walked down the hall. Susan followed her, and Tammy walked quietly behind them. “Hey, Tommy?” Janice yelled.

“Yeah?” he shouted from the shower. Actually, Janice honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t really in the shower, if the mischievous shithead wasn’t standing right in the bathroom just running the water and hoping her new friend would piss herself.

“Do you know how much longer you’ll be?” Janice asked.

“I just got in!” he shouted. Susan groaned again, squeezing her legs tightly together and holding her crotch.

“Janice, I’ve really got to go,” she pleaded.

“Okay, so…,” Janice said, “what do you want to do? I mean… Tammy is right. We’ve had to improvise before. I can take you to the kitchen? If you’re willing, you can use the sink?”

“How far is that?” Susan asked.

“It’s on the other side of the house,” Janice said.

“Ohhh, no, I won’t make it that far.”

“Well, you can go right here,” Tammy said. Janice glared at her. Too forward! she thought, but she knew it was too late to take it back.

“Like… just pee in your hallway?”

“If you have to,” Tammy said. “It’s my lame ass brother’s fault, not yours. And we can clean it up, no problem.”

Susan doubled over again and groaned. “Ohhh, I’m seriously about to piss myself,” she said.

“It’s okay, really,” Janice said. “I won’t tell anyone at the office.”

“But I can’t just piss in the floor in your hallway,” Susan said.

“It’s really not a problem,” Tammy said. “Here, I’ll prove it. I’ve got to go, anyway.” Janice and Susan looked at her as she unsnapped her denim shorts and then slid them and her panties down to her ankles. She leaned back against the wall until her ass was touching the wall and she was almost in a sitting position. She closed her eyes and a few seconds later a steady stream of pee fell from between her legs and pattered to the hallway carpet.

Susan gasped. “Oh, shit!” she said and stood upright. “I just squirted a bit! I’m sorry, Janice, but I can’t hold it anymore.”

“It’s okay,” Janice said, as comfortingly as she could. But inside she was secretly taking pleasure knowing her new friend really was about to piss right here in her house. “Do you care if I join you?” she asked. “Seeing my sister go made me have to go.” She laughed.

“I don’t care,” Susan said. “I just need to pee like right now!” Susan unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down to below her knees, and to Janice’s surprise she did not take her panties down. Janice could see the wet spot from Susan’s leak earlier. “They’re already wet,” Susan said, as if reading Janice’s mind. She sank down into a squat and before she could finish pulling the gusset of her panties aside a messy spray of pee gushed out of her and flowed heavily to the carpet. “Ohhhhh, that feel so much better.” Susan closed her eyes in an expression of obvious relief. “Mmmm, I was seriously about to explode.”

Janice couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling bold, she stood next to her friend and relaxed, emptying her bladder into her panties and letting it run quietly down her legs. Susan opened her eyes and was treated to the sight of Janice moaning in pleasure as she peed full force down her legs. Janice could feel it spraying her inner thighs and flowing warmly down her legs and dripping to the floor. Tammy was watching and smiling.

Then the bathroom door opened and there stood Tommy wrapped in a towel. Both Susan and Janice were still peeing. Janice waited for Susan’s reaction, expecting her to be mortified. Instead, she started laughing and was still dribbling warm pee.

“I’m so sorry,” Tommy said. “Umm… I’m Tommy.” Susan laughed even louder, and it was genuine.

“Susan,” she said.

“Welcome to our home,” Tommy said.

Janice was fortunate to have a private office. It was her father’s, and since she was the only one with a job that required her to work from home, as well, she easily inherited it. There was everything you would expect from a home office: desk, office chair, computer, file cabinets, and there was also a vinyl couch and a recliner. Janice remembered that on her father’s busiest days he would sleep in his office and take power naps in the late afternoons. She also remembered that he rarely left the room to use the bathroom. Janice had walked in on him on several occasions and caught him in the act of pissing in the corner or relieving himself in the wastebasket next to his desk. And although she had never witnessed it, she also remembered noticing droplets on the vinyl couch, as well.

Now, Janice was tending to her own business using the same office. She was on hold with an important client, one that she could not afford to lose. As she waited, she could feel the familiar need growing in her bladder. She could easily take the phone with her to the bathroom, but Janice smiled as she looked around the office, again remembering her father’s free use of his private office as more than just to do work. She looked over at the recliner, a dark-colored soft cushioned chair. Janice wasn’t sure how old it was. As she stepped closer to it, she leaned down and looked closer at the cushion. As expected, she could just barely see a ring in the material, a faint stain that proved her father had also used his recliner as a toilet. Janice smiled as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them and her panties down to her ankles.

Just as she did so, the client came back on the line. “Oh, hello,” Janice said. She sat back in the the recliner. “No, it’s okay, I understand Mr. Dawson. You are a busy man.” Janice smiled again at the feeling of the soft cushion against her bare ass and pussy. “Yes sir, I’m doing well. Just calling to check in and see if you’re still planning to work with us.” She relaxed and soon a small dribble started down her slit and to the soft material between her legs. “Ohhh, that’s great,” she said. “Yes sir, I am just… really happy to hear that… Mmm hmm…” The dribble grew to a steady flow and Janice rolled her eyes and opened her mouth in silent pleasure as a small puddle formed between her legs, slowly absorbing into the chair. “Yes sir. I will let my supervisor know… mmm… first thing tomorrow. Mmm hmm. Thank you, sir.”

Janice hung up and leaned back into the chair. “Ohhh, I’m just gonna let it all go.” She sighed and let go completely, splashing her warm pee into the cushion beneath her, licking her lips at the warmth spreading under her. “Mmmm that feels so good, ohhh…” Feeling horny now, she slipped her fingers between her slit, feeling splashes of pee on her thighs and legs, and soon she was bucking her hips. “Oh… I’m gonna… OHHHHHhhhh!” As she cried out, a strong spray of pee squirted past the chair cushion and to the carpet as she climaxed.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen Tammy and Tommy were almost finished cleaning up. Tammy had washed the last of the dishes, and Tommy had almost finished drying and putting them away. There had been a lot of splashing and joking around, so they were both wet and there was a lot of water on the kitchen floor.

“You made a mess,” Tommy said.

“Me?” Tammy said. “I think that was a joint effort.”

“Whatever,” Tommy said. “This is how I make the floor wet.” He turned away from the sink and removed his penis from his boxers again. Tammy watched wide-mouthed as he sprayed a long stream that reached to the middle of the kitchen floor, splashing loudly and creating a puddle.

“You’re so bad,” she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“So what do you know about this friend of Janice’s,” he asked, still peeing but his stream dwindling.

“Not much, really. She’s a friend from work, like she said.”

“Is she hot?” Tommy asked.

“Oh my god, that’s why you asked.” He laughed and winked at her. “Like you’d have a chance, anyway,” she said, bumping him with her elbow.

“We’ll see,” he said. He slid his penis back into his boxers. “Love ya, sis,” he said as he tossed a towel down onto the floor over his puddle and walked out of the kitchen. Tammy smiled as she stood there, looking down at the towel. She could feel her own need creeping up again, but it was coupled with another need. She thought about her brother wetting himself at the table and about him spraying a stream across the kitchen and felt her pussy getting wet at the thought. She would never admit it, but she did find him very attractive, and maybe it was some kind of twin connection and not the same kind of attraction as she might have for a lover or a boyfriend, but she could not deny that he excited her sexually.

Tammy used her foot to wipe up her brother’s wet mess with the towel. As she did, she felt another twinge that reminded her she had to pee soon. Since she had just finished cleaning the floor, she didn’t really want to wet it again. Tammy turned to the sink and grinned. Without thinking about it too much, she turned around and lifted her bottom up and over the sink.

She didn’t even bother to remove her panties as she relaxed and soon a warm, wet spot formed in the crotch of her panties. She gasped and let a little more dribble out, just enough to moisten her labia. Then she pulled her panties aside and started rubbing her slit gently. Tammy relaxed a little more, playing with the tiny dribbles that dampened her fingertips and rubbing them against her clitoris. She gasped again as a wave of pressure sent shivers through her and her dribble increased to a stream. She cut it off, though, and continued to rub herself, feeling her orgasm build. “I can’t hold it much longer,” she said. “But this is so nice.” She parted her legs a little more and now slipped two fingers into her vagina, sinking them deep and then sliding them back out to touch her clitoris and then again. Another wave of pressure struck and she moaned as more of her warm pee trickled over her fingers. “Oh, god, I can’t—!” She took her fingers out as a warm gush of pee sprayed the inside of the sink with an audible hiss and metallic splashing. Tammy went back to rubbing her clit as her pee continued to flow steadily into the sink. She was soon biting her lip as her orgasm built. She rubbed more furiously now, feeling her hot pee all over her hands but not caring as she finally climaxed right there with her rear end over the kitchen sink and the final drops of her pee trickling into the sink.

Janice woke up to the sounds of her sister stirring in the bunk above her. She opened her eyes and looked around the room, cursing the sunlight peeking through the blinds. She could just barely see her sister Tammy’s legs hanging over the edge of the top bunk. A few seconds later she heard the expected sigh and then a clear stream of her sister’s pee dribbled down to the carpet below. Janice giggled. This was a common thing, but she was always amused by her sister’s various ways of relieving herself first thing in the morning.

Janice snuggled deeper into her bed, pulling the covers over her and up to her neck. She really didn’t want to get up yet, but she continued to watch Tammy’s stream splash down to the dark carpet, making a very audible splashing sound. What was also audible were Tammy’s moans, and the messiness with which the stream fell made Janice think her sister was probably masturbating, as well. Janice reached beneath the covers and removed her panties, smiling as she did so. She rolled over on her side and scooted her bottom back until she could feel the cold of her bedroom wall against her cheeks. She smiled again and closed her eyes as she sighed and emptied her bladder, enjoying the soft hiss as her morning pee sprayed out of her and all over her inner thighs and her bedroom wall. She could hear it running down the wall to the carpet under her bed. She licked her lips and slid her hand between her legs as she continued to pee. It only took a few light strokes of her slit before she was moaning, and soon a small orgasm overtook her.

Wetting had been a common thing for the girls since they were kids. Their parents were laid back about pretty much everything, including nudity, sex, and obviously peeing. Her parents were unfortunately deceased after a drunk driver ended their life in a devastating crash just a few years ago. It was still a painful memory, but most of the trauma was over and done. Now, Janice, Tammy and Tammy’s twin brother Tommy lived together in their parents’ house, mostly because no will had been left, and they did not want to sell it. So rather than fight over who would live in it, since they were all three single without any kids they decided to share it.

Janice’s parents were wealthy and the house itself was 2 ½ floors with a full basement, as well. Janice could remember the earliest days of their wettings in which there was no dry room in the house. She could vividly remember her mother kneeling down beside her in the living room as a warm jet of pee sprayed out of her and onto the carpeted floor, or her mother standing in the kitchen cooking dinner as a clear stream snaked down her slender legs, making a puddle at her feet. When Janice had to go, her mother would say, “Well, go on,” and allow her to squat right where she was. A few times her mother also wet her pants, rarely saying anything before sighing and making a dark stain in her crotch. Janice would soon replicate her mother’s actions and soak her pants, as well, enjoying the soothing warmth that collected between her legs. As she got a little older, while shopping with her mother she almost squatted right in the middle of the aisle and her mother had to remind her that their peeing was only to be done around the house and not out in public.

Her father would be a little more modest around her and would maybe step away or turn around, but Janice could still see or hear the tell-tale stream. This changed, though, after the twins were born and her father finally had a son. Soon, he was teaching his little boy subtle but effective ways to relieve himself in the house. Janice would often walk by her little brother and see him relieving himself all over his bedroom wall or peeing on the carpet in the corner of his room. Her little sister, Tammy, would join her and her mother as they squatted in the hallway or let their pee dribble down their legs or soak their pants. These habits continued into young adulthood. There were some struggles, of course, like friends who were grossed out, rumors that floated around school, but Janice and her siblings didn’t mind. The most common story was their wealth, and this often made it easier to make friends in spite of the rumors. Janice even recalled a few friends over the years who were into it and joined them as they wet themselves. There were even a few sexual encounters that included wetting, as well.

After dozing back off for a few minutes, Janice could hear Tammy moving again and she watched her crawl down the ladder leading from the top bunk. “Hey sis,” Tammy said.

“Good morning,” Janice said. She had scooted back into the bed, and as she talked to her sister she felt a little more pee seep from her bare bottom and to the mattress under her.

“What are you getting into today?” Tammy asked.

“I don’t know. I need to make some phone calls for work, and then my friend Susan is coming over.”

“Boring,” Tammy said. Janice laughed.

“Well, what did you have in mind?” Janice asked.

“I don’t know. I was thinking we could go for a drive, and then maybe we can invite some people over for a party later?”

“A drive where?”

“Anywhere,” Tammy said. “I’m bored.” Even though she was 22, Tammy was still childish in a lot of ways. It was cute most of the time but could also be annoying. “Let’s go make breakfast,” she said. “I’m thinking pancakes!” She tapped Janice’s foot. “Come on, sleepyhead, let’s go!”

Janice sat up and got out of bed, not bothering to put her panties back on. As she stepped out into the hallway, she spotted her brother Tommy, who was facing away from them and clearly relieving himself onto the wall. His head was lifted in an obvious gesture of relief, and although they could not see his dick they could definitely see and hear the strong stream that flowed from him and sprayed the hallway wall.

“Good morning, Tommy!” Tammy yelled. He mumbled his reply as the girls continued down the hall to the steps. Janice paused at the top of the steps as she had a vivid memory of her mother sitting at the top step, skirt lifted and legs parted, soaking her panties. Janice remembered being fascinated by the dark stain that started at her mother’s panties and flowed down the carpeted steps. “You okay?” Tammy asked.

“Yeah,” Janice said. “Just remembering Mom again.”

“Good memories?” Tammy asked.

“Of course,” Janice said, smiling. She followed her sister down the steps and to the kitchen. They worked together to make breakfast, talking about minor things such as school and work, but then Tammy changed the subject.

“What were you remembering?” Tammy asked. “About Mom?”

Janice smiled. “I was remembering a time she pissed down the stairs,” she said.

“She did that a lot,” Tammy said. “Dad did it, too.” Janice chuckled as she remembered. As she flipped a pancake on the skillet, Tommy walked into the kitchen.

“Morning,” Janice said.

“Yes, it is,” he said, smiling. He walked across the kitchen and joined Tammy at the table. Janice turned back to the pancakes and soon felt a slight urge in her bladder again. She relaxed as a few small dribbles trickled quietly down her legs. Her siblings didn’t seem to notice as they started talking about some television show. When Janice finished peeing, she dropped a dish towel on the floor and wiped up her small puddle.

Janice smiled as she had another flash of memory of her mother walking around the house in a short nightgown and no panties, much like Janice was now, until she would stop, smile, and spray warm urine down her legs. “Are those pancakes almost done?” Tommy asked, bringing Janice back to the present. She laughed and scooped the pancakes off the skillet and onto a plate. She carried the plate to the table, and as soon as she sat it down her brother and sister both forked a few pancakes onto their own plates. After a playful reach for the syrup, Tommy nabbed it and slathered some all over his pancakes then handed the bottle to Tammy. Tammy stuck her tongue out at him. Janice joined them and forked a couple onto her plate, as well.

They were eating quietly before Tammy scooted back in her chair. Seconds later they could all hear the tell-tale hiss and dripping sounds as she emptied her bladder and let it drip to the kitchen floor. Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “What?” Tammy said. “I had to go.”

“You know Janice has a friend coming over. That means we’ll have to behave.”

“Well, I was going to keep her in the guest room, which is still clean. So as long as you all don’t pee there, I think we’re okay.”

“Orrrrrr,” Tammy said, “you could tell your friend, and then it’s not a problem.” Janice laughed.

“Yeah, I could do that, but we haven’t been friends long, and I’m not sure how she’d react. She’s a friend from work, so I’d rather not have her running off and telling all my other coworkers that we openly piss all over our house.”

“Whatever,” Tammy said.

“Guess I’ll get it out of my system now, then,” Tommy said. He reached under the table and fumbled with his boxer shorts. Janice noticed that he was taking his penis out of the front of them. This was not the first time she had seen her brother’s penis, and thank goodness it never excited her the way any of her lovers’ had. Not that it was bad looking, but it was her brother’s penis. He sighed and they could hear his warm pee splashing up, back down onto his lap and onto the kitchen floor. Tammy peeked and then giggled. For a while Janice had suspected that Tammy was more attracted to her twin brother than she admitted, but she never brought it up. “Wow, that feels good,” he said.

“Well,” Janice said, “I need to make some phone calls, and I need to get things ready for her. Can you two clean up?” They both groaned but agreed. Janice rinsed her plate off, set it in the sink, and walked out.

Not long after I settled into the warm bath water, the door opened, and Tara entered, still completely naked. She smiled when she saw me and winked, then walked over to the toilet, put the seat and lid down, and sat down. “So,” she said, still grinning, “how much did you see?” I could feel my face go red.

“Most of it,” I said, “especially the tail end of it.” She giggled and rolled her eyes.

“Did it get you off?” she asked. I hesitated but then nodded. “Good,” she said.

“Does Alan know?” I asked.

“Yeah, but it’s okay,” Tara said. “I think he thinks you literally just realized what we were doing and ran into the bathroom really quick. But I know you.” I blushed again and smiled. “You like to watch.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept smiling and looked down at my bath water. Tara looked down at the bathroom floor and saw the towel near the door. “Was that you?” she asked. I nodded again. “Well then,” she said, “I guess I might as well add to that.” She sat back on the toilet as she scooted the towel closer to her with her foot. Without bothering to get up and lift the lid and toilet seat, she opened her legs and started to spray a warm stream of pee all over the lid. It soaked the lid and then dribbled down over the edge to the floor. Some of it leaked over the rim and down into the bowl, but most of it dripped over the edge to the towel. As I watched her, I felt like I could pee a little more, so I just sighed and added warmth to my bath water. “Hey, I can see you’re enjoying your bath,” she said.

“I am,” I said as I sighed and let go completely, feeling it swirl around my vagina. Her flow finally stopped, but warm pee was still dripping from the rim of the toilet as mine was easing to an end.

“What have we done to ourselves?” she asked, still grinning.

“I have no idea,” I said.

“When you get out of there, let’s go back downstairs. Alan is getting some sleep, so we can still have some girls’ time.”

“Sounds great,” I said. She stood up and left the bathroom, the remnants of her messy pee still all over the toilet seat and on the towel on the floor. I laughed as I finished washing off and got out quickly, wrapped a clean towel around myself, and went to join her and Jennifer back in the basement.

When I got down there, Jennifer was still snoozing on the mattress, laying on her back with the covers off. Tara was standing next to her. When she saw me, she put her finger to her lips and whispered, Shhhhhh. I smiled as I watched her kneel down and slide Jennifer’s panties aside as she touched her vulva. Jennifer groaned and moved just a bit. Tara and I both laughed silently as Tara continued to gently rub Jennifer.

“Stop,” Jennifer mumbled, “I have to pee.”

“Good morning,” Tara said, but she did not stop. Jennifer squirmed again, but she made no effort to move away or force Tara to stop.

“Ohhh, that feels good, but… mmm… I’m seriously about to explode.” She spread her legs a little, allowing Tara to slip her fingers in just a little deeper.

“Just tell me when,” Tara said.

“Mmm hmm. Not much longer. Ohh… keep doing that.” Tara obeyed and slipped her fingers in just a little deeper, curving them and focusing on the upper part of Jennifer’s vulva. “Oh, god, that’s so good, ohhhh… mmm…” I watched her writhe and squirm as Tara stroked her vagina, and I couldn’t help but reach under my towel and start rubbing myself. “Ohhh, it’s coming, ohh, okay…” Tara took her hand away and right away a steady stream of pee flowed from Jennifer’s pussy and sprayed all over the crotch of her panties, her inner thighs, and the mattress. “Ohhh my god it’s so warm, ohhhh.” Jennifer reached down and pulled her labia apart as she continued to pee. “Oh, oh, OHHHHHHH!” and as she peed it was obvious that Jennifer climaxed, her eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. I slipped my own fingers into my vagina and gave my clit just a few strokes before I was going to my knees as I also had a small but satisfying climax. As I knelt there, I peed a little again, feeling it tickle the inside of my thigh and dribble onto the carpet under me.

“So how much longer are you girls staying?” Tara asked. We laughed.

We finally decided to turn in for the night, and we had only been asleep for maybe an hour so when I was woken up by moaning. I sat up and looked around. Because of a nightlight that was plugged into the wall next to the basement steps, I could make out most of the room. I saw Tara just barely moving around on the couch. Her eyes were closed, so she must have been having a dream. I watched her as she lay still for a moment and then moaned again and moved just a little bit, then stopped again. Her lips were parted, and her breath was a mix of soft with small gasps when she moved. I watched curiously.

“I jus…” she mumbled, and then moved and gasped again. “Oh, I can’t hold it.” Then I heard the unmistakable dribbling sound and could see the shiny sparkle of her pee as she sighed and soaked the couch cushion under her. “Mmm, I’m peeing,” she said, her eyes still closed. “Don’t stop, ohh, yes.” Her flow continued, and I watched as she peed full force, drenching the couch again.

I could feel my pussy getting wet just watching Tara as she squirmed and moaned again while still dribbling pee into the couch. Still sitting up, I spread my legs just enough and reached under the covers to rub my slit. As Tara’s flow came to an end, I could already feel my orgasm getting closer. “That felt good,” Tara said, her eyes still closed. “You should do it, too.” I started trying to imagine what she must be dreaming about, and the image ran through my mind of her with another girl maybe licking her pussy or rubbing her as she peed. “Yeah, like that,” she said. I imagined the other girl knelt on all fours over Tara’s pussy, still licking but opening her own legs to let her pee fall freely to the floor. As my climax swept over me I let go of my bladder and sprayed a messy spray of pee all over my fingers, the blanket, and the mattress. I bit my lip to keep from screaming because I didn’t want to wake Tara or Jennifer as my warm flow soaked my legs and the mattress and crept under me and up my back. I finally finished and flopped back onto the mattress, enjoying the last few dribbles as they warmed my crotch and I drifted back to sleep.

I was woken up again to the feeling of someone crawling onto the mattress next to me. I was startled at first until I realized it was Jennifer. She noticed she had woken me and smiled. “Sorry,” she said, rolling over onto her side to face me. “I didn’t mean to wake you, but can’t let you have all the fun.” In my grogginess I wasn’t sure what she meant until seconds later I heard a soft hissing sound. And then I could feel just light pricks of wetness as she peed and her warm pee splashed onto the mattress and all over her legs. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said.

“Scoot over here,” I said. I was surprised when she smiled, cut off her flow, and scooted closer to me, her knee and upper thigh touching my leg. Then she sighed and continued peeing, and I could really feel it now dribbling onto the mattress, splashing my leg and flowing around my butt and lower thigh. Then she surprised me again as I felt her finger gently caress my labia and then slip into my slit. “I might pee,” I said. She smiled and did not stop rubbing. I took that as a sign that she didn’t care, so I relaxed and let go. The sensation of her fingers gently caressing me and the warm dribble of my pee combined with her waning flow dripping from her crotch to the mattress was enough to have me moaning in no time until I was bucking my hips and biting my lips to hold back a scream. I looked over at her, and she was rubbing herself with her other hand, also, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent moan. After we both finished, Jennifer made no effort to get up, and I didn’t make her. We were soon drifting off to sleep.

I had an unexpected dream after that. I was back at the beach house at Hilton Head, and my mom was there, too, with Evan. In my dream, I’m standing out on the balcony, naked, spraying my pee off the deck when Evan steps up behind me. He grabs me gently by the shoulders and turns me around. I’m still peeing but down my legs now. Evan is also naked and fully erect. I see my mom behind him, smiling, naked as well. “It’s okay,” she says. Evan groans and a stream of hot pee sprays out of his big dick, all over my tummy, and dribbles down to join my own flow from my slit down my legs. Then he moves forward, and he is quickly inside of me. “He feels so good, doesn’t he?” my mom says. I only moan in reply, but I can see her behind him as she squats on the deck and blasts a strong stream of pee all over the wood, making a big stain and laughing as she watches us. Evan pulls out of me, turns me around, and enters me again from behind. “Go ahead and pee,” my mom says. “You know you want to.” I lean back into him and start peeing again, letting it dribble down my legs and his cock. He groans and I swear even though it’s a dream I can feel him just fill me up with his semen and I finally break my silence and call out.

Which woke me up. I sat up and looked around the room. Sunlight was creeping from the upstairs to the bottom of the basement stairway. Jennifer was still snoozing on the mattress next to me. I looked over at the couch where Tara had been, but it was empty. I could see now how badly she had soaked her couch. Only a few spots of the upper part resembled the original color. The rest was darkened by her many wettings. Confused by her absence, though, I tried to listen for any sounds upstairs, and I thought I heard moaning. I closed my eyes and shook my head thinking maybe it was my dream still hanging on, but when I opened them the sound continued. I stood up and Jennifer stirred a little as she rolled over on her stomach, but she did not wake up. I heard a hissing and burbling sound and knew she was wetting the mattress again.

The moaning continued, and I walked to the steps to listen more closely. Right away I recognized the moaning as Tara’s, so I crept up the steps and into the upper room, which was the front room of her house. I still did not see her, but the sound was getting louder. I followed it, but quietly, until I could see down the hallway to her bedroom. The door was open and I could see Tara laying on her back on the floor and her husband between her legs, his ass on full display as he pounded her. They didn’t see me, even though I lingered and watched. I couldn’t help it as I felt my pussy getting wet again, just hearing her cries of pleasure and watching him hump her with such eagerness. He stopped, though, and moved beside her onto his back. She climbed onto him and reached down to guide him back into her, moaning again.

Feeling bold, I took a few steps down the hallway. Tara’s back was to me, and her husband couldn’t seem me at all because she was blocking his view. So all I had to do was be quiet and they might never know I was there. Tara arched her back and leaned back onto her hands as she lifted her pelvis and rode him. He moaned, now, adding to her sounds of pleasure. Then she sat back up, placing her hands on his chest and raising her ass up and down slowly. Then she was saying something, and I couldn’t make it out perfectly, but it sounded like, “Do you want me to do it?” I heard his answer perfectly.

“Yes,” he said.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“My god, yes,” he said.

“Okay,” she said. I crept a little closer to get a better look and snuck into the bathroom doorway. I peeked my head out and I watched as Tara lifted her butt just enough that I could see his penis beneath her, the tip of it still right at her vagina. Then she sighed and a clear flow of pee fell from between her legs and splashed all over his penis, testicles, and thighs and dribbled to the floor. “Ohhh, my god I’ve been holding that for so long. Ohhhh.” Her flow became a strong spray that I could see splashing messily from her slit and all over his stomach and groin.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he said. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back down onto him, even though she was still peeing. I touched my labia and slipped my fingers into my soaking slit as I watched them. I also realized I had not yet emptied my morning bladder, but I stood there and continued to watch them. This time she laid her entire body over him, still writhing her hips and ass. I could see his penis as he moved in and out of her, wet with her pee. He grabbed her ass and controlled her thrusts and soon they were both crying out “Oh, I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna come,” he yelled as he ejaculated into her and she screamed her pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, either, and I climaxed quietly and secretly as I watched them. I also couldn’t hold my bladder anymore, so I held my legs together and let it flow just as quietly as my orgasm, down my legs and to the tile floor under my feet. It pooled around me and I moaned again as I had another weaker but still pleasurable orgasm.

I heard their bedroom door shut, so I shut the bathroom door, found a towel to soak up my mess on the floor, and decided to take a bath. I wondered if they had seen me. A part of me hoped they had.

As we settled in to our bed for the night, myself on the now wet mattress on the floor, Jennifer on the couch, and Tara on the other couch, we decided we weren’t quite ready to go to sleep yet.

“Well, girls,” Tara said, “I’ve been sharing stories all night. I think it’s your turn. Cassie, you first since you’re the lucky one who gets the mattress.”

“What do you want me to talk about?” I asked

“Wetting, of course,” she said. “Surely tonight isn’t the first time for you.” It wasn’t, but I didn’t say anything yet. “Come on, spill it.” I bit my lip and thought.

“Well, there was this beach trip I took a few years ago with my mom and some of her friends.” Both Tara and Jennifer knew my parents were divorced and my mom never remarried. Instead, she enjoyed life as a single middle-aged attractive woman, often taking me along on vacations or for a night on the town with her friends. “Last summer we packed up and went to Hilton Head because one of Mom’s friends owned a condo down there. There were five of us in this place that had enough room for ten! We each had our own room, and on the first night the girl who owned the place decided to have a party. Before we knew it, there were twenty or so people in the house, most of them men with about four other girls besides us. As the evening wound by, people were getting really tipsy. So on my way out to the bathroom, I heard moaning as I passed one of the rooms. Inside I could see the girl who owned the condo riding one of the guys. She saw me and seriously looked right at me, not seeming to care that I saw. I blushed, though, and kept walking. I finally reached the bathroom and opened the door. But right away I saw my mom, and she was leaning back against a guy whose back was against the wall, and they were both really enjoying themselves. I shut the bathroom door and just stood there, trying to figure out if I should be grossed out.”

“Well, of course,” Tara said. “You just saw your mom fucking somebody else.”

“Yeah, it was weird. But I also kind of felt turned on. But I still really had to pee. So I went out to the deck. When I got out there, there was this guy standing there smoking a cigarette.”

“Was he hot?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes,” I said. “So I went out to pee, but since he was there I hesitated, but I could feel the pressure in my bladder getting worse. So I walked by him and around to the other side of the deck. I thought it would get me out of sight of him, but it didn’t. I sat on a bench near the edge of the deck, and after a few minutes I knew I couldn’t wait much longer. He finished his cigarette and snuffed it out on his shoe, then put the butt in the trash can on the deck. I looked at him, and when he noticed I could feel my face get red. He walked to the edge of the deck facing away from me. He just stood there, and then a few seconds later I heard a splashing sound and realized he was pissing off the deck into the grass.”

A real splashing sound interrupted my story and I looked over at Tara to see her releasing a flow of pee into the couch as she just lay there. She was looking at me, though, so I continued with my story.

“I didn’t know what to say or do, but it definitely wasn’t helping my situation. I still had to pee. So I took a chance and turned my back to him. I lifted my skirt, parted my legs, and pulled my panties aside. A few seconds later and my own flow was trickling out onto the wooden deck and soaking through the cracks. It wasn’t much, but it was still relieving. I heard movement behind me, so I turned around and saw the guy watching me. He still had his penis out, and it wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small, either. He said ‘I’ll put it away and leave you alone if you say so, but that was one of the hottest things I have ever seen.’ I smiled and thanked him. ‘My name is Kenny,’ he said. I told him my name, and he repeated it. Maybe it was the alcohol, but hearing him say my name is what did me in. I turned around on the bench and motioned him to me. He walked over, and before even thinking about if it was right or wrong I was touching his penis with my fingertips.”

Jennifer was stirring, and I looked over to see that she was rubbing herself gently. She sighed, and a few small splashes of pee soaked her fingers and the couch cushion. I felt my own pressure building again, and I just relaxed and dribbled more warm pee into the mattress as I continued my story.

“I took it into my mouth and was soon sucking on it, licking around the head as I did, and I could just slightly taste his salty pee. He groaned as his dick got even harder. I took it out of my mouth and motioned for him to kneel in front of me. I asked him if he had a condom, and he nodded. He reached into his pocket and took one out, ripping it quickly with his teeth, then sliding it expertly over his dick. I spread my legs and grabbed him by the ass as he guided himself inside of me. And oh my god it felt so good. I was already really wet, and he knew what he was doing, moving in and out of me slowly at first while reaching down with his hand to caress my clitoris.”

“Oh my god, I love that,” Tara said. She was rubbing herself again, sliding one finger along her slit.

“After a few minutes, he was thrusting harder and harder. I was in ecstasy. And then, I swear to you, as he was fucking me my mom came outside on the deck.”

“Holy shit!” Jennifer said.

“Yeah. She just looked at me and smiled. Then she walked to the edge of the deck, pulled her shorts and panties down, and just started peeing off the deck. Kenny didn’t even stop, and I didn’t want him to. I started climaxing as my mom was emptying her bladder off the deck. Kenny groaned, and I felt his penis twitch. I came again, and I looked over at my mom, who just winked at me and went back inside.”

“Wow,” Tara said. “I wish my mom had been that cool.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool. Anyway, Kenny finished up, and I had to pee again. It was kind of funny because I felt like I needed to be modest or something, so I closed my legs and let it out. Kenny watched me, and I guess the warm feeling of my pee dribbling between my legs and him watching made me cum again. He seemed eager even though he had obviously already filled the condom. I smiled at him as he walked closer to me and gently nudged my legs apart. Before I could say anything, he buried his face in my crotch and started licking me, first around my inner thighs like he was licking the drops off pee off my legs, and then he moved closer and started licking up my slit to my clitoris. It only took about fifteen seconds, and I was screaming again, trying my damnedest not to crush him with my thighs.”

“Been there,” Jennifer said. “My husband loves going down on me, and he makes me scream every time.” She was still rubbing herself, and as she said this her rubbing grew a little more vigorous. I felt a little wet and ready, as well, so I parted my legs and sprayed a little more pee into the mattress, feeling it splash the blanket and my thighs. I started rubbing my slit and stroking my clitoris as Tara also joined us. In less than a minute, all three of us were screaming, plunging our fingers deeper, and bucking our hips. Tara flopped onto the couch and started peeing a strong stream all over the couch cushion.

“Ohhh, my god I don’t want this night to end,” she said.

“Is there more to the story?” Jennifer asked.

“Well, yeah,” I said. “But not between me and Kenny. We parted ways after that, and once the party was over I didn’t see him again that whole trip. My mom on the other hand really seemed to like the guy she was with earlier at the party. I found out his name was Evan. She spent most of the vacation with him. I caught them again later that day.”

“Really?” Tara asked.

“Yep. I went to go out on the deck, and I saw Mom out there, her shorts and panties down again to pee off the deck. So I started to open the door, but I saw Evan walk from the other side of the deck. Mom took her shorts and panties off all the way and he walked right up to her and they started going at it just standing right there on the deck. I turned away again because it just seemed wrong to watch my mom having sex, but seriously I felt that tingle again. I mean, hadn’t she watched me? I turned back around, and Mom had her legs wrapped around him while he grabbed her by the ass and was thrusting. I still had to pee, and I looked around the back room that you go through before you walk out to the deck, looking for a cup or a bowl or something, but nothing. Then I heard footsteps, and I turned to see the girl who invited us to the beach house. She said, ‘Hey, what’s up?’ I pointed to the window.

“’Well,’ I said, ‘my Mom is out there having sex right now, and I really have to pee. I was going to go off the deck, but…’”

“’I see,’ she said. ‘Well, I know the bathroom is occupied, because I was on my way out here to pee, too, for that very reason. And I don’t want to interrupt, either, so…’ I looked at her as she stood still and a few seconds later I could hear a hissing and see the clear trickles of pee running down her legs and to the dark carpeted floor. ‘I’m not wearing any panties, so this is a really convenient way to go,’ she said, still smiling.

“My bladder was really getting full at this point, and I could hear my Mom outside moaning louder. I couldn’t help but sneak another glance and saw that Evan had laid down on the deck. It was then that I noticed he wasn’t wearing a condom. I gasped, but not out of concern. You know my Mom had a hysterectomy, and I trust she’s smart enough not to have unprotected sex with someone unless she trusted them, but I gasped because I was envious. I’m not even going to lie.”

“Ohh, girl, I know what you mean,” Tara said.

“So my Mom was walking to him. She faced away from him and squatted down over his dick and guided it into her, then just started riding him. Our hostess said something like, ‘You okay?’ but I barely heard her. I reached down and pulled my panties to the side and started rubbing myself. I let go of my bladder and just pissed a full stream all over the floor and my fingers, and I came so hard while peeing and watching them that I had to grab the door handle to keep from falling over. ‘Guess that’s a yes,’ our hostess said. My mom’s face showed total ecstasy as she smiled and then started crying out. Evan moaned, too, and I knew he was cumming inside her.”

“Wow,” Jennifer said.

“Totally,” Tara said.

“And that was pretty much the rest of the excitement for that party. Sometime around 2am everyone left except those of us who were actually staying at the beach house and Evan, who slept with my mom. The next day we slept in, but I was woken up by the sounds of my mom and Evan going at it in the shower. Once everyone else was up, we got our bathing suits on and went to the beach. We stayed out for hours, and let’s just say that none of us left to go back into the house for the bathroom, including Evan. That was pretty much how the rest of the trip went. No more parties, just a lot of beach time and pissing our bathing suits, rinsing off in the ocean, pissing them again later.”

“Sounds like my kind of vacation,” Tara said.

“It was definitely memorable,” I said.