Chapter 5

Mum woke us in the morning as usual with tea. She put the tea mugs on the bedside tables, opened the curtains, and collected the Horlicks mugs and went downstairs.

Erica sighed, she did not want to wake up any more than I did.

I could feel the cool dampness in the sheet as I tried to move. I was reminded that it had been nice to pee in bed. I was about to relax my bladder when I heard hissing from Erica’s side of the bed.

“My thoughts exactly.” I said as I started to pee, enjoying the warmth spraying between my thighs and pooling under my bottom as I emptied my bladder.

We both just lay there for a couple of minutes before sitting up in our squelchy bed and drinking our tea.

“I am glad mum told us it was OK to pee.” I said.

Erica answered. “I am not so sure she intended us to just pee in bed like this, we are supposed to be masturbating.”

I just drunk up my tea and squeezed the last drops of pee in to the bed where I was sitting.

“It does save time.” I added.

We got ready for school, putting on clean school skirts as usual, and had a little more time in front of our mirrors checking that just the right amount of stocking tops were showing before mum called us down for breakfast.

We sat either side of mum on the sofa, and as usual dad peed in our laps before we went in to the dining room and had breakfast.

We went to school and after we got off the school bus we both stood waiting to cross the road and both made puddles. It was lovely to just stand there and relax and feel the warmth running down my legs, soaking in to my stockings and warming my feet. Three cups of tea had made their way through me and I was surprised by the extent of my puddle as it merged with Erica’s.

We did not need to pee again until lunchtime when we made a puddle in a different alcove by another fire door.

We got home after school without having needed to pee all afternoon. Erica suggested we should drink more as we must be a bit dehydrated. We were more preoccupied about going to the cinema.

I asked mum. “Can we go to the cinema?”

Mum agreed we could. “Yes. You can go on your own though. I don’t like that Daniel Craig very much, he is not as good as Roger Moore, he was the real Bond. Go upstairs and practice your cunilingus then put on your black dresses.”

“O.K.” We chorused and went upstairs.

Mum had shown us how to do cunilingus, demonstrating on both me and Erica while we watched. She told us though that she won’t be showing us again, we would just have to practice on one another.

We went in to our bedroom and noticed that mum had left the duvet folded back so that the bed would air and dry and our nighties were hung up to dry too.

Erica threw the duvet to the floor, leapt on to the bed, and lying on her back she pulled her knees up so her fanny was open and ready for tongue. “Me first.” She said with a big grin before throwing her head back in expectation.

I knelt down and did as best as I could with my tongue like mum showed us, taking about three times as long as mum took to make Erica orgasm as I played with her clitoris on the tip of my tongue. As she began to convulse and gasp I kept going for as long as I could to maximise her enjoyment but eventually had to relent as she started to squeeze my head with her thighs.