Chapter 26

I was woken in the night by Bryony fondling my breast. It was nice but I did not know what to make of it. I was wondering if Bryony really was lesbian after all.

I reached behind me and found Bryony’s crotch. I extended my middle finger and found her clitoris and started to massage her as I would my own clitoris.

Bryony continued to fondle my breast, and now I could feel her breathing deepen. I was wondering if perhaps she was still asleep and having Sapphic dreams.

We continued and Bryony started to respond to the massaging, her crotch becoming noticeably moist. Bryony’s orgasm started to build and I knew that she was awake. At first she began to gasp, and then she let out a howl and clamped my hand with her thighs.

Erica was awake. “You can pee now Bryony.” She said sleepily.

Bryony squeezed my breast hard and pulled me towards her, and sighed, and started to pee on my hand. It felt nice.

I peed too, just laying on my side being cuddled by Bryony, letting my pee trickle over my thigh and soak in to my nighty.

I dozed off. It was nice being cuddled by Bryony like that.

I was woken again around dawn. Erica and Bryony were turning over, so I turned over too and cuddled Bryony, cupping her breast with my hand.

Bryony purred. “Mmm. That’s nice.”

I snuggled in tight and we went back to sleep.

As usual mum woke us up. “Wakey, wakey. Time to pee! Sorry, time for tea!”

I heard hissing, and relaxed my own bladder.

Erica was still peeing when Bryony and I started to sit up.

Mum handed me two cups, and Bryony and I started to drink our tea while mum went round to Erica.

Erica finished peeing and sat up too. She took her cup and started drinking.

Mum left us to wake up.

Bryony spoke between sipping her tea. “I think I am lesbian...”

“ ... Sex with Colin is nice...”

“ ... but not as nice as with you.”

Erica and I were hardly experts, but I did not think we were just lesbians.

I said. “I think it is quite normal to be bisexual. We don’t have to like sex with boys to get more than we want, they will do it anyway unless we say no. It is not as if we hate having sex with Colin - I think we all like it. We can have it all. We can pleasure one another when we are together, and have sex with boys if they want to do it.”

Erica sipped her tea and said. “It is not hard to get them to do it.”

We got up and took it in turns to go to the bathroom. We put on our leather skirts again with tee shirts and stockings and went down to breakfast. Bryony sat and watched again as dad peed on mum, Erica and I, then we went in to the dining room.

Mum brought out Breakfast and returned to the kitchen.

I realised that I wanted to pee.

I told Bryony. “You are wearing your leather skirt, you can do a little wee and not have to worry about marking the chair.”

I let out a little spurt and felt it pool in my skirt, then did a little more and felt it trickle on to the back of my legs.

Bryony asked. “What about the carpet?”

Erica answered. “No one will notice a little bit of pee on the carpet. Don’t worry. Just do enough to feel nice.”

Bryony wriggled forward on her chair and I saw her concentrate, then smile.

I heard a brief hiss, then I heard pee trickling from the hem of Bryony’s skirt on to the carpet.

I quickly guided her. “Tuck your legs under so you catch the pee on the back of your legs. It does not matter if some goes on the carpet, but you want to enjoy it!”

Bryony tucked her legs under and peed again. I heard the hiss is she refilled the pool in her leather skirt.

Erica let out a long hiss as she started to pee too, and then I heard the squelching as she paddled in the soggy carpet having overflowed her skirt by a large margin.

“That will have to do.” Said Erica with a big grin.

Mum returned. “It’s sorted. Colin will be coming tomorrow. We will collect him after your netball match.”

We had finished breakfast. Erica got up first making a splash under the table with the pee pooled in her skirt.

Mum noticed. She looked under the table at the tell-tall drips from the hem of Erica’s skirt, and the wet circle on the carpet where her feet were, and then she noticed the wet circles around my feet and Bryony’s feet.

Mum was a little cross. “Now now girls! You know about no peeing in the dining room unless you have an orgasm.”

Erica protested. “We did not pee on the seats, we are wearing leather skirts. The carpet will soon dry.”

Bryony and I stood up very gingerly, but there was a distinct gush from each of our skirts.

Mum spoke again. “I hope it does dry. I am having the bingo ladies round for tea this afternoon. Off with you and enjoy your skirts!”

We scampered out of the dining room and went upstairs.

We all sorted our make-up and helped Bryony pack all her stuff away. I popped down to the utility room to get the last of Bryony’s washing.

When we were all ready I asked Bryony. “Do you want to do a last pee before we go?”

Bryony answered “Yes.”

Erica asked. “Where do you want to pee? On the bed? On the chair? Down your legs?”

Bryony sat down on the end of the bed sinking deep in to the duvet, and peed. She hissed loudly as she peed full blast in to her leather skirt. I watched as the pool between her legs filled with her pee.

Bryony was grinning. “It’s so hot, all round my bottom and under my thighs.”

The hissing stopped as the pool got deeper, but Bryony continued to pee. As Bryony’s skirt became full to the brim pee started to escape between her legs and soak in to the duvet.

“That’s all.” Said Bryony as she started to slosh the pee around by rocking from side to side.

I sat down on my swivel chair and started to pee, catching the overflow on the back of my legs, and Erica just started to pee where she was standing letting her pee stream down her legs making another pee circle on the carpet.

We sat for a bit, then Erica and I went either side of Bryony and lifted her up. The massive gush of pee on Bryony’s legs rather overwhelmed her as her pee emptied out of her skirt.

“Time to go.” Said Erica.