Chapter 1

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

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

Mum called again. “Astrid, Erica! Come down now. Don’t keep your father waiting.”

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

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

“Too long.” Erica said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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