Chapter 6

Fortunately we both looked reasonably presentable when mum called us down to dinner so we came down straight away and sat on the sofa. Mum was not going out so Erica and I got all of dad’s pee on our Lycra dresses. Since we were not wearing white blouses dad peed all over the front of our dresses rather than just in our laps. My bra was soaked and I could feel dad’s pee running down inside my dress.

We sat and let dad’s pee soak in for a minute or so before we left our wet patches of dad’s pee on the sofa and made our way to the dining room. Our dresses took a little longer to dry than our school skirts so dinner was not hurried.

Erica and I are quite close to our mum, so we share all our thoughts with mum. I was thinking about all the peeing we had done in and on our bed, and now how much we had got on our bedroom carpet.

I asked mum. “Do you mind that we get pee in our bed, and on the carpet too when we are enjoying our bodies?”

Mum answered very matter-of-factly. “Not at all. It is your bed and your carpet. You do whatever makes you happy. You are technically adults now and you have to make that sort of choice for yourself - who am I to make that decision for you. It is you that will have to live with it.”

“Cool.” Said Erica between mouthfuls.

By the time we had finished dinner and had a cup of tea only my bra was feeling a bit damp, and I guess that was down to it having quite a lot of padding in it. We did not really need the padding, being respectable ‘C’ cups anyway, but dad preferred us to have big boobs and tended to react positively when we wore the padded bras. We felt much more confident in the padded bras.

Erica and I sat in the back of the car like VIPs and dad drove us to the cinema. He came in with us and bought our tickets, drinks, and snacks. We got some popcorn in a big box to share, wine gums, fruit pastilles, and we each got the biggest cola they had at Erica’s suggestion.

Dad patted our bottoms and gave us a peck on the cheek before he left us to join the queue for our screen.

We did not have to wait long and quickly found our allocated seats and settled down on to the deep cushions. By the time the familiar Bond music started we had eaten nearly all of the fruit pastilles and were getting through the wine gums too.

Erica noticed that I had not been drinking much. “Drink up.” She said lifting my nearly full cola up a little out of my drink holder.

“Why?” I enquired.

Erica whispered. “You don’t want to wait until the end to wet yourself, drink up and do it now.”

I was a bit worried. “Dad won’t like it if we wet ourselves, you know what mum said.”

“Dad won’t know. These dresses will be nearly dry by the time we leave if we pee soon.” said Erica.

We sat and watched the film and I dutifully sipped my cola, a bit distracted thinking of Daniel Craig and cunilingus at the same time.

It took about half an hour before my cola was all gone, along with the fruit pastilles, nearly all the wine gums, and half the popcorn.

“I’m ready.” I whispered to Erica.

“Me too.” She replied and held my hand on the arm of the seat.

I briefly closed my eyes. I was imagining Bond coming out of the screen and standing in front of us, just like dad, and unzipping. He got out his hose and started to spray me with his jet, just giving Erica a token amount before returning to me. I wanted to be owned by Bond. I imagined his pee running down my front and soaking through my dress, wetting my crotch.