Chapter 7

It was the day of our first ‘A’-level exam. As usual mum woke us up. “Morning girls!” She said as she opened the curtains.

I tried to say thank you as she put my mug of tea down, but all I could do was grunt. I noticed that our bed was damp, from when we had peed before we went to sleep. I was about to pee again when I heard Erica peeing. I just relaxed and peed feeling my pee between my thighs and pooling around my bottom.

When we had finished peeing we sat up and drunk our tea before getting up and discarding our soggy nighties on the floor.

Erica was first to the bathroom to wash, so I got dressed while I was waiting. Mum had put out a complete clean school uniform so I put on my skirt, bra, blouse and stockings. I had just finished when Erica appeared naked from the bathroom.

I quickly washed and returned to our bedroom, slipped on my shoes and started to work on my face in front of my mirror. The half hour went in a trice, but we were as ready as we were going to be when mum called for us to come down for breakfast.

“O.K.” We chorused as we got up from our dressing table stools.

Erica went over to the bed. She lifted the back of her skirt before sitting down on the foot of the bed. I heard her start to pee.

“Good idea.” I said.

I too started to pee, just letting my pee run down my legs where I was standing. The warmth on my legs was lovely and as usual I loved the way it caressed my feet. I looked down and watched the dark wet patch grow on the carpet.

Erica finished peeing first. She just stood and made her way straight downstairs. I quickly followed with a few trickles of pee still running down my legs as I went down the stairs.

We went in to the lounge and sat either side of mum on the sofa. As I sat I thought how much more convenient it would be to be able to pee on the sofa too, it is not like the sofa doesn’t get soaked in dad’s pee every day.

By the time I had finished wondering dad had already soaked mum’s skirt with his pee and had moved on to soaking my skirt. As usual I enjoyed the wet warmth running down between my thighs and pooling under my bottom.

We had breakfast in the dining room while our skirts dried a bit, and then took the bus to school.

I was just standing on the kerb getting ready to pee a little down my legs before we crossed the road, but it was clear and Erica did not wait. I followed Erica straight through to the exam hall.

We took our seats in alphabetical order. I almost always got to sit next to Erica, but this time Bryony Brown got to sit between us. It was most inconsiderate that our real father’s name was Brown too. We do so much together that it just seems odd when we get separated even by just a few feet.

We dutifully paid attention to the invigilator going through our pre-exam checks, making sure our pens worked, that we had our names on top of the paper, that we knew the exam would take one hundred and ten minutes...

It was at that point I realised that not only had we missed our usual morning pee down our legs in the street, we had not bothered to pee anywhere in the school either. We never went that long after breakfast without peeing somewhere, even in the olden days (well a few weeks ago anyway) when we used to use the toilets.

We started the exam, and I started to plod through. There was nothing hard, just a lot to do, so much that I probably would not be able to finish it.

It was about forty five minutes in to the exam that I heard the unmistakable sound of pee trickling off of a chair on to the floor of the near silent exam hall. I quickly glanced to my right where the sound was coming from, but could see nothing past Bryony.

The invigilator had heard what was going on and made her way to where Erica was sitting as the trickling continued.

The Invigilator spoke. “Erica, are you O.K.? I will get someone to escort you out to the toilet so you can sort yourself out.”

With the trickling still continuing Erica spoke. “I will be O.K. There is a lot to do in this exam, so please let me continue.”

I was a little surprised at first by Erica’s confidence, but then wished I had taken the initiative and done it.

I discreetly tucked my feet under my chair and crossed my ankles.

The invigilator continued speaking to Erica. “But you have made a puddle, do you not want to clean up?”

Erica answered, now sounding a little agitated. “I will be O.K. I will mop up the puddle after the exam. Please let me finish my exam.”

The invigilator stayed near Erica, and seemed a little flustered at what to do.

I started to pee gently. I felt my pee start to pool between my thighs and seep under my bottom as it soaked in to my skirt. It was hard to concentrate on answering the questions as my pee made its way to the front of my chair. I finished another question just as I felt my pee running on to the back of my legs from the front of my chair. It was just a trickle at first, but I wanted to feel a bit more so I relaxed a bit more and peed harder, briefly hearing a hiss in my lap.