Chapter 12

We went to school as normal until we got off the bus. I told Erica that I was only going to do a little wee so I could pee more during the exam. As we stood on the kerb I peed down my legs just enough to feel the warmth all the way down to my ankles before crossing the road to school.

I was hoping that we would have a different invigilator again, but we had the same one as for the last exam.

Once everyone was seated I started to release the tiniest trickle. I could feel it soaking in to my skirt, but although the exam hall was silent I could hear nothing of what I was doing, or whether Erica was doing the same.

By the time the exam was started I had done enough to feel comfortably wet.

I quickly read through the exam, and started with the quantum mechanics question. I was so pleased that we had revised it. I felt a sense of achievement as I finished it so I let out a quick spurt of pee, hearing the hiss as I did it.

I plodded through the rest of the paper and finished it before the time was up. I glanced over to where Erica was sitting and saw that there was a puddle on the floor under her chair. I used the rest of the time wisely - gently and silently releasing the rest of my pee, while I checked my answers.

Again we had got away with peeing discreetly in the exam without anyone noticing. When the exam finished Erica and I took our papers up to the front and left to have lunch.

After lunch we went and got changed in to our netball outfits. As with the tennis Miss Jenkins discriminated against Erica and I putting us both on the same team and ensuring that we played on the end of the netball court away from the fence.

I wanted to feel what it was like to play a whole game with pee in my netball shoes, so I stood with my legs crossed and peed down my legs to maximise the pee going in my shoes. They soon filled and I started to make a puddle.

I quickly stepped away from my puddle and told Erica. “I have filled my shoes.”

Erica was standing in a puddle now too, and smiled.

When play stopped at the end of each quarter I peed down my legs again to replenish the pee in my shoes. I was quite enjoying having pee in my shoes squidging about and splashing my ankles.

We did not change ends after each quarter which disappointed me because there was quite an audience looking through the fence. I took every opportunity though to bend over facing Miss Jenkins, but with my bottom facing the fence, to show everyone that we were good feminists. I found out after that Erica was doing the same, but facing the other way, reminding Miss Jenkins that she was a good feminist.

Back in the changing room as I sat down on the bench to get changed I squeezed a last pee out, wetting my dress just enough as a token gesture. I wanted to be allowed to wet my own dress, to share my own pheromones like a proper feminist.

We put our school uniforms back on and went home.

It was Friday so dad went down the pub after dinner. Erica and I kept mum company in the lounge watching ‘Double Jeopardy’ which was a good film while we all sat together on the sofa.

Both Erica and I wet our school skirts on the sofa, but we did not mention it and mum did not comment on the wet patches we left there.

We went to bed early at mum’s suggestion and practiced cunilingus again before we had our Horlicks. I am starting to quite enjoy it, but it takes a lot of effort. I would much rather that Erica did it to me and I did not have to do it to her.

In the morning mum woke us up with a cup of tea each. She was already wearing her long black skirt ready to go shopping.

While I was contemplating sitting up I was remembering the cunilingus and started playing with myself. I quite quickly made myself cum and started peeing while I was orgasming.

Erica waited until I had finished, and then she sat up, took a sip of her tea, and then started to make herself cum. I sat up and drank my tea while she was building, and I had just finished when she started to convulse and I heard her pee hissing in to our bed. She had a much bigger orgasm than me, I helped hold her cup while she drunk her tea as she was still shaking a bit.

We got dressed in to our black dresses and spent a considerable time getting ready in front of our mirrors. It was nice to be going shopping with mum and we wanted to look our best, mum had made a lot of effort to look nice too.

Eventually mum called us down to breakfast. “Come on girls, breakfast time. Dad’s waiting for you.”

We were ready and ran down stairs, really looking forward to shopping. We went in to the lounge and sat either side of mum on the sofa. We were going shopping with mum, so dad did not really need to pee on us, but he did it anyway. Probably just in case we went off and did something on our own afterwards.

As usual dad peed on mum first. He peed mainly in her lap, but peed all over her long skirt. He did me next, starting off in my lap but peeing all up the front of my dress. It felt really nice as his pee ran down between my breasts. Dad peed on Erica just the same as me, then finished off on mum.

We all thanked dad, then sat for half a minute to let dad’s pee soak in to the sofa before we joined dad in the dining room.

Breakfast was quite uneventful. Dad asked. “What are you buying?”

Mum just answered. “The girls want some more clothes.”

Nothing more was said.

Dad went in to the garden to mow the lawn, and mum took us shopping in the car.

Mum took us straight to Ann Summers. There were quite a range of fun outfits, most of which were just for the bedroom as they exposed a lot of flesh that should normally be hidden, but mum selected three that she thought would work best on dad.

Erica tried on the first outfit. It was a Bavarian style bar maid outfit. She acted out being a bar maid, and bent over to show us her bottom, and must have showed everyone else in the shop too. Mum said that dad enjoyed Oktoberfest, and this would remind him.

I tried on the second outfit which was a turquoise air hostess outfit. It was very short, and I had to pull the front of the dress down to cover my fanny. Mum said it was excellent because dad loved Britney Spears in her ‘Toxic’ video, and I really looked the part.

Erica got changed in to the third outfit which was a maid’s uniform. Again she showed her bare bottom to the whole shop, and tickled us with the feather duster.

After laughing a lot we put our dresses back on and mum bought all three outfits.

Mum popped in to the baker to get some cakes, and while we were there we had a coffee.

We had drunk about half our coffee when Erica asked. “Can we pee in here?”

Mum answered innocently. “I don’t think there is a toilet dear.”

Erica laughed, and in a low voice said. “I know that, I just want to pee here.”

I did not want to give mum the chance to say no, so I tucked my legs under my seat and started to pee. I could just about hear the hissing, and felt my pee start to pool in my dress on the seat.

My pee started running on to the back of my legs when Erica said. “Just like Astrid is doing.”

I beamed at mum, now peeing full blast, loving the warmth forcing its way between my thighs and running down my legs.”

Mum just smiled and said. “You girls, I don’t know why you bothered asking.”

I heard the hiss as Erica started to pee too.

Mum said in a low voice. “Drink up before someone sees the puddle.”

Still peeing we quickly drunk the rest of our coffee and then followed mum out of the shop. It was loving feeling the wet hem of my dress brushing the back of my legs as we left.

We went straight to the car and went home. We sneaked the outfits in to our room, and mum took the maids outfit while we put the others at the back of our wardrobe.

We watched some makeup instructions on YouTube while we waited for mum to make dinner.

Eventually mum called us down to dinner. We were quite surprised to see mum wearing the maids outfit. She called dad in from the garden, and he was just as surprised. He could not keep his hands off of mum, picking her up and putting her on the dining table and giving her a big kiss.

“Not now dear, after dinner, you insatiable brute!” Mum said, wriggling free of dad before serving dinner.

Mum was quite attentive to dad, brushing her breasts up against him as she served. It was all quite funny, but we managed not to laugh as dad was clearly enjoying it.

As soon as dad had finished the last mouthful of his pudding he got up and picked mum up over his shoulder and took her in to the kitchen.

Mum beckoned to us to follow.

We followed behind at a discreet distance and stood at the kitchen door as dad put mum down.

Mum crouched down on the floor, unzipped dad’s trousers and took out his dick. She spent about thirty seconds doing felacio on it and then stood up again and kissed dad very passionately. I saw a trickle of pee running down mum’s leg.

Dad picked mum up and put her on the kitchen surface, then forced her knees apart exposing her bare crotch.

Mum lifted her knees and dad started to make love to her, grunting and making her gasp every time he thrusted.

Eventually dad started to spasm, and mum let out a very strange howl while grabbing dad very tight. I heard the unmistakable sound of pee splattering on the floor.