Chapter 30

We got home and we all changed in to our denim mini skirts with white teeshirts. Mum thought we looked nice all alike.

Mum remembered that we had sport the next day though. “What is it? Hockey or netball? Both are ready.”

“Hockey.” Erica and I chorused.

Mum handed Erica and I both the hockey and netball outfits and we reluctantly left Collette downstairs and went upstairs to change in to our hockey skirts and hang up our netball dresses.

we came back downstairs to the sound of Collette getting it on with mum in the kitchen. We went straight in to the lounge and sat either end of the sofa.

We tried to watch Pointless on the telly but the sounds coming from the kitchen were quite distracting, so since Erica was nearest she went to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

Erica came back having put the kettle on. “She’s doing mum on the edge of the kitchen table.” She said.

I heard the kettle boil and was just about to get up and make the tea when I heard mum orgasming.

After a few seconds Collette appeared at the lounge doorway, the front of her new denim skirt quite wet near the hem with mum’s juices.

I spoke. “We were going to wait for dad, but you can pee on our hockey skirts if you like, and dad can pee on them too when he comes in.”

Collette still had a bit of a bulge in the front of her skirt, but she came over to the sofa, lifted her skirt and started to pee in to our laps, first mine with what started as quite a weak flow first wetting my white teeshirt and then Erica’s when her flow had got going properly. Collette’s pee pooled briefly in the front of my skirt before soaking through and warming my crotch. It felt nice as her warm pee started to soak the back of my skirt and dampen my bottom.

Collette had just finished peeing with the last few drops of her pee dripping on to the carpet when mum came in with four cups of tea on a tray. Collette let her denim miniskirt drop back in to place and took a cup of tea and mum passed cups to me and Erica. Mum had cummy streaks on her inner thighs.

Collette sat in the middle of the sofa between Erica and me and we continued to watch pointless while we drunk our tea. It was hard to refrain from letting out a little pee to re-warm my skirt, but I managed to restrain myself.

Dad came in just as the news started. He noticed that we were wearing our hockey skirts so he immediately unzipped and peed on Erica and me. He swapped between us several times passing his jet over Collette’s lap making dark wet streaks on her denim skirt with each pass.

Mum went in to the kitchen and dad went in to the dining room, so Erica and I went upstairs and changed back in to our denim mini skirts, hanging our hockey skirts up to dry. We washed our hands but did not pee. By the time we got back downstairs mum was serving dinner and everyone was sitting round the table. As soon as I sat on the dining chair I started to pee, enjoying the relief of having not peed for quite a while and loving the warmth pooling in the back of my denim skirt before it started to soak through the cotton fabric in to the upholstery. I tucked my feet under the chair and felt my pee overflowing the seat and running on to my legs and down my ankles. It felt nice.

After the meal dad wanted to watch football so Erica, Collette and I went to the kitchen and made coffee while mum tidied away the dinner things. Erica had soaked the back of her denim skirt too, and mum had more cum running down her legs.

We took our coffee up to our room. Erica and I sat at our desks and drank it, while Collette sat on the bed to drink hers.

After i finished my coffee I perched on the edge of my chair and tried to pee on my feet. I could not do much but it felt nice.

I asked Collette. “Can you pee on my feet?”

Collette put her cup down, got up from the bed and walked towards me. She lifted her skirt and started to pee. I lifted my legs and twisted my feet so that Collette completely soaked my feet and covered my shoes in her pee.

Collette’s flow eventually waned and I returned my feet to the floor, squishing in the now soaked carpet.

Erica asked. “What about my feet?”

I consoled Erica. “She can pee on your feet in bed.”

We were a bit bored so Erica suggested. “Let’s go to bed.”

Collette said. “I am not ready to pee yet.”

Erica answered. “I don’t care, I can wait.”

We put on our nighties and went to bed and read.

It did not seem like we had been reading long when mum came in with Horlicks, but we must have been reading for hours. We drank our Horlicks and all held our pee.

Erica finished her Horlicks first and announced. “I’m ready.”

Collette and I quickly finished ours before Collette ducked down under the duvet.

I put my head under the covers and watched as Collette aimed her jet over Erica’s feet, getting as much pee on the duvet as went on Erica’s feet as she played her jet around.

It was not long before the jet waned to a trickle. Collette squeezed out the last couple of spurts before laying on her back.

I sat back up, turned out the lights, and snuggled down.

Both Erica and I were awoken twice in the night. On my second time as I felt Collette throbbing inside me I relaxed my bladder and peed. I was awake enough to know that I wanted to do it, and it felt so natural to pee like that with a dick inside me.

Mum woke us up with tea. I sat up to drink mine and then peed sitting up in bed. I did not need to do much. I heard Erica pee while she was still laying on her back with her knees pulled up before she sat up. She must have been peeing on her feet.

Erica and I got dressed in our school uniforms, and Collette put on her leather miniskirt. It was a shame that she did not have a school uniform like us. Erica and I took it in turns to help Collette get ready.

We were still not happy with our appearances when mum called us down to breakfast, so we hung on as long as we could to finish prissying until mum sounded very irate and we had to go down, remembering to grab our sports bags.

Collette helped dad with the skirt peeing by lifting her leather skirt and peeing on Erica’s skirt while dad peed on me and mum. Collette did a sneaky last little pee on Erica’s feet leaving a few tell-tale drops on her shoes. Dad had a lot more pee than Collette so Erica did not get quite as wet and there was a much smaller wet patch on the sofa where Erica had been sitting when we got up to go to the dining room for breakfast.

Dad did not usually say a lot at mealtimes, but at breakfast dad mentioned. “I really should make love to you girls while you are still schoolgirls, you do have very nice uniforms.”

Dad was looking towards me, so with that I pushed my breakfast aside, stood up, moved my chair out of the way, and bent over the dining table. I felt down to the hem of my school skirt thinking that I might have to lift it a little, but it was high enough that it would allow unrestricted entry.

Dad was ready and he stood up, unzipping his trousers which were already bulging.

As dad walked around the table he spoke to Collette. “Why don’t you do the other one Colin.”

Collette protested. “I’m Collette now.”

Dad continued. “I don’t care who you are - do you want to fuck your sister or not?”

Erica just casually lifted her bottom from her chair and equally casually kicked her chair away as she bent over the table and continued eating her breakfast - seductively wiggling her bottom.

I was a bit worried that Collette might be spent, but she stood up and her dick popped out below the hem of her leather skirt as she made her way behind Erica.

Dad grabbed my hips and inserted. It went in easily with all the cum that Collette had deposited earlier. Dad settled down to a regular rythm so I resumed eating my breakfast like Erica.

Collette finished first, gasping quite loudly as she ejaculated inside Erica.

Erica politely said. “Thank you.” As Collette pulled out.

Erica resumed sitting to finish her breakfast while dad continued pounding me from behind.

It was nice having dad make love to me like that because he was taking so much longer than Collette. I could feel an orgasm building and stopped eating my breakfast while I concentrated on enjoying the sensation between my legs.

As I started to orgasm I could feel dad synchronising his rythm with me. It was probably my best orgasm as dad throbbed inside me as I felt myself constricting his dick. I pushed back for maximum insertion, closed my eyes, and sighed. I wanted to pee but thought I had better not as I would probably get dad’s trousers wet, and he would not approve of me wetting myself before going out.

Mum spoke to Collette. “Your dad can teach you a thing or two...”

Dad pulled out and I thanked him. I regained my composure and sat down to resume eating my breakfast feeling a little flushed.

We all finished breakfast and as I stood up I saw what a massive cummy mess I had left on the seat.

Mum saw me look down and said. “Don’t worry, I can sort that out, it is only cum.”

Erica and I grabbed our sports bags and with Collette headed for the bus stop.

I still had copious quantities of cum oozing down my thighs. I looked down and saw the obvious white marks on my black stocking tops. Having a little cum oozing down my legs in the morning was of course perfectly normal, but dad seemed to have ejaculated a lot, and I guess that me orgasming too had helped a bit.