Chapter 11

“Hi mum!” We chorused as we got home from school.

Mum called back. “What sport is it tomorrow? I am losing track. You have done enough P.E. to get a PhD from Loughborough this week! Is it hockey?”

“Netball.” We again chorused.

Mum spoke again from the utility room. “I am sorting your netball dresses now, I will bring them up for you shortly. Dad won’t be in for a while so do some revision.”

I sat down at my desk, swept away the stuff that I had piled there, and got out my physics reference book. It had been quite a hot day so I was quite tired, but I did need to make sure I had revised the physics. If I leave quantum mechanics for more than a week it stops making sense.

Erica spoke. “You doing physics again?”

“Yup.” I answered.

“Probably best.” Said Erica now making her way to her desk.

I consoled myself by relaxing my bladder and peeing on my swivel chair as I opened the book. I had not peed since the exam so my pee flowed quickly, hissing and warming my seat.

“Good idea.” Said Erica, still standing but now with pee running down her legs and pattering on the carpet.

We revised for about half an hour before mum popped in with our netball dresses and hockey skirts.

“Sorry.” Mum said. “I thought it was hockey tomorrow, I would have done the dresses first if I had realised. Dad will be in in about half an hour and we will have dinner then. Would you like a cup of tea? Or cola? Or ginger beer? You will need something to keep you going if that is physics.”

“Ginger beer.” We both chorused.

Mum disappeared and came back five minutes later with two pint glasses of ginger beer. We individually thanked her as she placed them on our desks.

Mum spoke. “Colin is coming to stay as soon as you have done your exams.”

I was puzzled, but Erica spoke. “Colin? Who is Colin?”

“Your stepbrother!” Mum said indignantly. “I know you have not met him yet, but I can’t believe you forgot he existed.”

It was my turn to speak. “Well, it would have been nice if dad had shown us a picture of him at least.”

Mum left in a huff, probably more mad at dad than at us.

Twenty minutes of quizzing one another on quantum mechanics was enough for us, so we took off our blouses and school skirts and put on our netball dresses and went downstairs to the lounge where we watched the end of Pointless waiting for dad to come in.

Dad came home, and mum called out to him. “They’re in the lounge.”

It is nice when we are wearing dresses. Dad put down his lunchbox and unzipped. He stood in front of us and started peeing. He started in my lap and as his flow gradually increased he moved his jet up so it was playing on my breasts, not only soaking my dress but my bra as well.

After thoroughly soaking me he whipped his jet across to Erica and started on her breasts before working his way down to her lap.

While Erica was being peed on I was enjoying the pee running down my front and settling under me. I was soon doused with another wave of warmth as dad moved his jet back to my lap as his flow finally waned.

At this point we heard mum come in to the lounge. She normally just calls us from the dining room, but today was different in many ways. She was wearing a maids costume.

Mum spoke to dad. “I have been very thorough with my cleaning today, but I have one more thing to clean.”

Mum waved her ‘cleaning’ wand, before kneeling down in front of dad, and taking his now dripping dick in to her mouth.

Mum started to perform felacio on dad, who seemed to enjoy it a lot.

In just a few seconds dad was hard and his dick was huge. Mum stood up and led dad to his armchair, and sat him down before climbing on to his lap facing him.

Mum worked away thrusting her hips and bouncing a little until she started to orgasm, and then dad grabbed hold of her hips and started to move her up and down. I heard mum start to orgasm again as dad started to thrust in to her as his own orgasm befell him.

Mum and dad embraced tightly, then I heard the familiar hiss as mum started to pee. She continued to pee for a while.

Eventually mum stopped peeing and climbed off of dad. Dad stayed sitting in his chair, the crotch of his work trousers now soaked with mum’s pee.

Mum got back to normal straight away. “Dinner in five minutes. Now you girls know all about the effect of dressing up for the bedroom!”

Mum left for the kitchen.

In five minutes we were called to the dining room. We all sat down to eat, mum still in her maid’s costume, and dad still in his wet trousers.

Our dresses dried a little as we ate, and after dinner we went back up to our room. We did not revise any more.