Chapter 24

Mum woke us up with tea in the morning. We were quite alert having had unbroken sleep. We both sat up and started peeing in to our bed.

We turned to face one another and simultaneously said. “None!”

We started giggling.

Mum looked a bit confused. “What is so funny.”

I answered. “We were announcing the number of times we got fucked in the night.”

Mum had a look of shock on her face and nearly spilled our tea. “What, you mean Colin has been fucking you that much?”

we both nodded.

I passed a cup of tea to Erica and took my own.

Mum was now a bit composed. “I thought you were referring to the number of times you peed in your bed. The mattress is ruined.”

I answered. “We don’t count the number of times we pee. You can pee on our bed too if you like, we don’t mind.”

Mum smiled, and sat on the side of our bed, and started to hiss as she peed through her black work dress in to our bed.

When mum had finished peeing she stood up and said. “Thank you. I’m sure dad won’t notice.”

A few drips of pee ran off of the hem of mum’s dress on to the back of her legs as she left our room.

We had nothing to do, so we just stayed in bed watching telly and enjoying the relaxation of having finished our exams. Erica and I took it in turns to make cups of tea and bring them back to bed, and I made lunch which we ate sat up in bed. We had never experienced being in such a soaking wet bed, not even when Colin emptied his massive bladder in to our bed. It was fun just lying there and peeing all day. Everything from our nighties to the bedding was absolutely soaked, and we really stunk of stale pee.

Mum came home from work and popped her head round our door. “Phew! Do you know how bad it smells in here, why don’t you open a window?”

Erica answered. “Yes, we have been trying to wash Colin’s pee out of the bed. Does it still smell of man pee? We would have to get out of bed to open a window.”

Mum looked a bit cross, but was smiling. She opened a small window.

As mum left she said. “Dinner in about fifteen minutes, please get dressed.”

We sighed. I wanted to ask mum to bring up our dinner, but I knew that would be too cheeky. We both peed again in to the bed.

Erica got up first and shivered at the cool draught coming in the window. Erica closed the window and peeled off her soaking wet nighty.

I got up too, and realised that I smelled just as bad as the bed.

“Have we got time for a shower?”

Erica shook her head, and darted to the bathroom.

Resigned to having to wait to wash I picked over the pile of discarded school clothes in the corner and picked out a skirt and top and put them on. I did not bother with a bra or stockings. I got the other blouse and skirt and put them on the bottom of the bed for Erica.

Erica came back from the bathroom, not looking a lot different. I pointed at the clothes on the bed and went to the bathroom to wash.

I got back from the bathroom and saw Erica trying to do something with her hair. I looked at mine in the mirror and realised we did not have time to make any difference. I shrugged.

Mum called us to dinner so we just went straight down. Mum was wearing the Oktoberfest barmaid outfit. Colin had given her a new lease of life. She looked good.

Mum commented on our appearance. “I see you got dressed then, just!”

I tilted my head and smiled. Erica did too.

Washing had not made me smell any better. I would need a long bath before going out again.

We had our dinner, with no more comments about our appearance fortunately, and left mum to entertain dad again. We went back up to our room.

Neither of us could face putting our soggy nighties back on, so we left them on the carpet and just got straight back in to bed in our school skirts and tops. The wet from the mattress soaked straight through our clothes, so we peed to warm everything up.

Mum woke us in the morning and we were very aware of how wet our bed was still from the day before. We sat up and took our tea and peed through our school skirts in to our bed.

Erica said. “It still seems strange only two of us in our bed. Perhaps we could have a sleepover, perhaps Caitlin and Bryony could come and stay?”

I added. “Please mum, it would be fun!”

Mum spoke. “How could you invite anyone to stay in this bed, it stinks! I bet it would take a week to dry.”

Erica sad. “I am sure Bryony and Caitlin would understand.”

Mum said. “Well, its your sleepover, but I want you to make some effort to clean up the bed. We need to air the mattress, and the room, probably for a couple of days to get rid of all the smell.”

We chorused. “Thank you Mum.”

Mum said. “Start off by getting those clothes and bedding in the wash.”

Mum left.

We finished our tea and stripped off our wet school skirts and tops, and then naked we stripped off the bedding. We knew that we had been peeing in the bed a lot, but we were really quite surprised at how stained the mattress had become, and how wet it was since we had only done one wee each in it since we had woken up.

We stripped off the duvet cover and hung up the duvet to dry, and opened all the widows to properly air the room and dry the mattress.

Mum popped in with a fan. “This should help a bit.” She said.

Mum took away the wet bedding and we set up the fan before taking the discarded school clothing and nighties downstairs to be washed.

Mum was in the laundry.

I asked. “Do we need to dress for breakfast?”

Mum asked. “Will you be going out?”

Erica said. “Yes.”

Mum answered. “Well, you will need to be peed on, so you will need to be dressed. Be snappy, dad will be down for breakfast soon.”

We scampered upstairs, quickly washed, and found tee shirts and our leather skirts and put them on. We really needed to shower but did not have time, so instead we sprayed one another with an excessive amount of body spray.

We went downstairs and sat on the sofa. Mum came in and sat between us, and then dad came in too.

Dad said. “Those are nice leather skirts. You will have to lift your knees up so I can pee inside them. My pee won’t soak in to the shiny outside, I need to wet the lining.”

I lifted up my legs and rested my feet on the edge of the sofa, and moved my knees as far apart as I could so that dad could pee on my crotch Erica did the same.

Dad stood in front of me and carefully took aim directly at my crotch and let rip. He moved his jet around a little peeing on the inside of my thighs so his pee would we the back of my skirt and then he crouched down a little so he could aim his jet up between my knees and get the inside of the front.

I felt dad’s pee collecting in my skirt in a pool around my bottom and dad stopped peeing. I stayed in position as dad moved along and did the same for Erica.

Dad spoke again. “Stay like that for ten minutes and give it a chance to soak in.”

Dad then moved on to soaking mum in the usual way.

Dad went to the dining room, and mum went off to the kitchen, and we stayed perched on the sofa for the statutory ten minutes as dad’s pee cooled.

After about ten minutes I turned to Erica, and Erica nodded. I tentatively started to put my feet down on the floor, and felt the pool of pee move. I had just got my toes in contact with the carpet when I heard the pee start to trickle from the hem of my skirt on to the sofa. I continued to put my feet down as the pee ran out. Eventually I felt the pee on the back of my thighs and relaxed.

Erica did the same, and I heard her pee start to dribble on to the sofa.

We sat like that for a few seconds and then I stood up. The last pool of dad’s pee shot forward between my knees and splattered on to the carpet. I watched Erica as she stood up and watched the pee pooled in her skirt as it made a dark splatter on the carpet in front of her.

I said to Erica. “Leather skirts are going to be fun!”

We went to the dining room. Dad had nearly finished his breakfast, but he turned to look at us as we walked in. I think he found our leather skirts very sexy.

We sat down and started to eat our breakfast. Mum went out to the kitchen and dad went to work.

As soon as dad left I felt that I needed to try peeing in my leather skirt. Before I could think about it I sat forward on to the edge of the dining chair and just started to pee full blast to see what it would be like to sit and pee and feel my own pee pool in my skirt.

I could hear the hissing, and my pee felt incredibly hot between my thighs and pooling around my bottom. Almost straight away my pee started to run off of the hem on to the back of my legs, and that felt hot too.

Erica must have heard. “Are you peeing?” She asked.

“Yes.” I said, still peeing. “It feels so hot the way it pools.”

I could feel the carpet getting squelchy under my feet so I stopped, just as Erica started to pee.

I advised Erica. “Pee hard, it feels nice when I pee hard.”

I could hear the hiss as Erica peed hard like I had done, and then I heard Erica’s pee pattering on the carpet.

Mum came back in. “Are you peeing Erica?”

“Yes mum. It feels really nice to pee in a leather skirt.” Said Erica.

Mum smiled. “Yes it does, it is one of life’s special luxuries. You should not be peeing like that in the dining room though, not unless someone has had an orgasm, and especially when dad’s pee has not dried yet. Leather skirts are great for when you don’t want to get the seat wet, but are not too worried about the carpet.”

Erica stopped peeing.

We finished our breakfast and went back upstairs.

We put on stockings and shoes and went downstairs. We left the same time as mum, walking in the opposite direction, towards Bryony’s house.

It was a nice walk since Bryony lives about a mile away. We stopped twice to sit on a bench so we could sit and pee in our leather skirts. We enjoyed the feeling of the way the leather kept our warm pee in, and we loved the surge of our pooled pee being released when we stood up.

We had not really thought about how early it was, but fortunately Bryony was awake when we got there, but still in her nightie. We posed to show off our new skirts, and Bryony liked them.

We all went up to Bryony’s room and Erica and I sat and watched while she got dressed. Bryony thought it would be fun to wear a white top and her leather skirt too.

After taking off her nightie Bryony went and got a pair of knickers out of a drawer. I think that the look of disgust on our faces let her know that it would be a bad idea.

“Do you think I should go knickerless?” Bryony asked tentatively.

Erica and I smiled.

Bryony put the knickers back in the drawer.

“Bra?” Bryony asked.

I suddenly realised that we had forgotten to put ours on after we dressed quickly without for breakfast.

I looked at Erica and Erica looked at me.

I turned to Bryony and said. “Up to you. We just got dressed in a hurry and forgot.”

Bryony moved away from her underwear drawer and put on her leather skirt. Bryony had slightly larger breasts then us and looked nice topless in her leather skirt before she put her top and shoes on.