Chapter 25

Mum woke us in the morning. It was not too early, but I still felt a bit groggy. I sat up and so did Erica, quickly followed by Bryony.

Mum handed me two cups of tea and I passed one to Bryony.

Bryony sounded a bit agitated. “I can’t drink tea, I need to pee first.”

Straight away I started to pee as loudly as possible, and Erica peed loudly too.

Bryony looked from side to side, obviously hearing us pee and not knowing what to say with mum in the room.

Mum must have heard us peeing. “Its O.K. Bryony, I know they pee in their bed.”

Mum handed a cup of tea to Erica while she was still hissing loudly as she continued to empty her bladder in to our bed.

Bryony’s face was now glowing bright red.

I just enjoyed the warmth I was sitting in and sipped my tea while I continued to pee, and ignore Bryony’s predicament.

Erica, also still peeing, blew on her tea to cool it and took a sip. “It’s O.K. Bryony, just drink your tea.” She said, playing along.

I finished peeing and soon after I heard Erica’s hissing stop too. Mum then left us to drink our tea.

Bryony’s beetroot red face started to fade. “You just pee in bed like that in front of your mum? She must know it was not an accident you both peeing like that together.”

I answered. “Yes, mum knows we do it on purpose. Mum says it is our bed and if we want to pee in it then it is up to us.”

Bryony just said. “Oh.”

I smiled and let Bryony out of her suspense. “You can pee too, we don’t mind, and mum won’t mind either.”

Bryony was still not convinced it would be O.K. “What pee now, like you, sitting up in bed, wetting my nighty?”

Erica stopped sipping her tea and nodded, I nodded too.

I just said. “Enjoy the warmth.”

A look of concentration went over Bryony’s face, and then she relaxed and I could hear a faint hiss as she started to pee.

We sat and finished drinking our tea. I took Bryony’s cup and got out of bed, and Bryony followed, noting how wet the bed was.

Bryony was still astonished. “I can’t believe how wet the bed is. It is still wet further down where we peed in it at bed time without what we just did. It will take your mum ages to clean it all up, you don’t even have plastic sheets!”

Erica got out of her side of the bed and spoke. “No one has to clean the bed. We just fold the duvet back and leave it to dry. Not having plastic sheets means that most of the pee just soaks away in to the mattress so we don’t have to worry about it. Easy peasey.”

Bryony could feel her pee dripping out of her nighty and pulled it round to see how wet it was.

I said. “Put it in the pile, mum will wash it.” As I slipped off my own nighty.

We all went in to the bathroom. We let Bryony shower first then Erica and I showered together while she dried herself.

When Erica and I had dried we all returned to our bedroom.

I told Bryony. “We had better get dressed now, mum will call us for breakfast soon, and mum likes us to be dressed, she even comments if we don’t wear our bras at breakfast.”

Bryony went to her case and got out a matching bra and pair of knickers.

Erica noticed. “Just the bra, leave the knickers in your case.”

Bryony put the knickers back and instead picked up a pair of stockings.

We all got dressed in our leather skirts and white tops with black stockings. Erica and I took it in turns in front of Erica’s mirror to get ready while Bryony used mine. When I had finished I swivelled round and started to pee. My tea had made it all the way to my bladder.

Bryony was shocked that I was peeing in my leather skirt. “Oh my god, how are you going to clean your skirt? You can’t put it in the washing machine.”

I just told her. “I will just hang it up to dry, mum said there is no need to wash leather skirts. You should just pee in yours too because it is nice.”

I asked Bryony. “Would you like to try peeing in one of our skirts?”

Bryony did not say no straight away, so Erica started taking her skirt off, and I started taking Bryony’s skirt off.

In no time we had Bryony fully dressed again in Erica’s leather skirt. We sat her on my swivel chair and suggested that she might like to pee.

“It will all go on your carpet!” Bryony said.

“It’s O.K.” I said.

Bryony looked at me, then looked at Erica. “What, you want me to pee on your carpet?”

Erica nodded, and I said. “Yes!”

Bryony said. “O.K. then.”

Bryony started to pee gently and we could hear a faint hiss.

“Pee harder.” I told her.

Bryony started to pee harder and her hissing got louder.

Erica asked. “Does it feel nice and warm?”

Bryony did not answer straight away. “It does feel really hot.” She said eventually.

Bryony stopped peeing.

“You don’t have to stop, keep going and enjoy it.” I said.

Bryony started peeing again and her pee resumed running off of the hem of Erica’s skirt on to the carpet. She kept going until she was empty.

“You can pee in your skirt later.” I said.

“I don’t know about that.” Said Bryony as she stood up and took Erica’s skirt off. I handed Bryony her own skirt and she put it on, and Erica put hers back on too.

Mum called us down to breakfast. Bryony was a little surprised that we went in to the lounge rather than the dining room.

I told Bryony. “You can sit in mum’s chair and watch.”

Erica and I sat either end of the sofa and mum came in followed by dad, and sat in the middle.

Bryony put her hand to her mouth and looked shocked as dad unzipped his trousers and started to pee on my lap. I lifted my knees to that dad could pee inside my skirt. Dad then did the same to Erica, and finished off peeing all down the front of mum until he was empty.

Bryony still had her hand in front of her mouth when dad zipped up and went to the dining room.

Mum smiled and spoke to Bryony. “We just need to sit for a few seconds to let the pee soak away. Perhaps next time you come to stay you can have some too.”

Bryony’s expression did not change.

Mum got up leaving a wet patch in the middle of the sofa and went to the dining room with a few drips running off the hem of her dress as she walked.

I then explained to Bryony. “Dad pees on us so that we have his pheromones so we are not attractive to boys. Dad thinks that boys will be a distraction.”

Bryony moved her hand from her mouth and spoke in a whisper. “But why do you let him do it? You don’t have to.”

Erica answered. “It is nice to be peed on. Lovely and warm.”

With that Erica got up from her still dry section on the sofa and led the way to the dining room, releasing a splash of pee on to the carpet from the pool of dad’s pee in her skirt as she stood up. I followed and so did Bryony.

We sat and ate our breakfast in almost silence. Dad finished first and left.

Mum spoke to Bryony. “I bet you think we are a bit of an odd lot here, but we are not so strange really, just an ordinary family. Perhaps you girls might like to go shopping later?”

We all nodded, and mum poured out more tea.

We went back upstairs to touch up our makeup before we went out. The pile of clothes had disappeared and our bed was uncovered to let it dry.

We were soon ready and headed for the bus stop.

As soon as we arrived at the bus stop we sat down to wait.

Erica started to pee. Her pee streamed off of the hem of her leather skirt on to the back of her legs and made a puddle around her feet. I peed too, but did not need to do as much as Erica having peed earlier.

I asked Bryony. “Do you want to pee too before we get on the bus?”

Bryony stood up and streaks appeared briefly on her stockings as she peed down her legs keeping her leather skirt dry.

Erica was still peeing when Bryony sat back down.

The bus arrived, and both Erica and I made a splash from our pooled pee as we stood up. It felt a bit strange sitting in the bus and not peeing.

We got to town and looked around the shops for a bit. Bryony had a few shops she wanted to go to but did not find anything she wanted.

Just before lunchtime we bumped in to Oti and Meredith.

We all said “Hi”.

Oti was a little outrageous, because straight away she said. “Pee Meredith.”

We all looked at Meredith’s legs as the rivulets of pee started to appear below the hem of her just above the knee green skirt to mark her stockings. Meredith made no expression at all though as a puddle started to appear around her feet.

“Enough.” Said Oti, running her hand down the side of her bright red mini dress from her bust to her hip making a pose.

Meredith stopped peeing and stepped away from her puddle.

Oti said. “We were going to have lunch, do you want to join us?”

I said. “O.K. Where are you going?”

“Sloppy Joes.” Said Oti.

“Cool.” Said Erica.

We all made our way to Sloppy Joes and settled in to a booth.

While we were waiting for service Oti asked. “What is with all the white tops and leather skirts, are you triplets now?

Erica, Bryony and I laughed.

I answered. “We thought it would be fun. It is nice to pee in a leather skirt. I need to pee now, will anyone else join me?”

Oti responded instantly. “You bet.” Oti looked towards Meredith and commanded. “Meredith, pee.”

Meredith smiled a little.

I sat back in the seat and started to pee, feeling my pee pool in my skirt. I felt my pee start to soak in to the upholstery under my thighs as it ran off the hem.

Oti spoke again. “Mmm mm. Feels good. I love the way it soaks in to the seat. I’m glad I wore this dress, it is too short to get wet! Not like Meredith’s skirt. How does it feel bitch?”

Meredith answered. “It feels nice and warm, the seat is soaking it up nicely.”

Oti continued. “Good, keep going until you are empty.”

Meredith meekly answered. “O.K.”

I asked “Are you peeing Bryony?”

Bryony answered. “Not yet. I don’t need to go.”

Erica said. “I don’t need to go either, it is just nice to.”

Soon the waitress came and took our order. Oti ordered for Meredith, and we all had giant American sized drinks.