Chapter 8

That afternoon we had our P.E. practical in the swimming pool. Erica and I were in the changing room getting changed out of our school uniforms when Bryony came over to us.

“Hi Twins.” said Bryony.

“Hi girl.” I said. I took the opportunity to have some fun at Bryony’s expense. “You really can’t tell us apart can you, and it is so obvious that Erica’s eyes are hazel, and mine are green.”

Even we cannot tell our eye colours apart, but Bryony really thinks she should be able to tell us apart. We don’t make it easy taking special care to exactly match our appearances.

Bryony looked puzzled. “I think I must be colour blind. I am not sure which is hazel and which is green. Is that really the biggest difference.”

Erica and I laughed. We said no more and now put on our bathing dresses.

Bryony stayed though and continued, not fazed that she did not know which of us was who. “So, what is it like to wet yourselves. I have been so near losing it loads of times, but I must have been three when I last wet myself and it is too long ago to remember.”

I started to answer. “Well, it feels nice and warm...”

Erica continued. “ ... and as the warmth caresses you...”

I carried on. “ ... running down your legs...”

Erica continued. “It feels really luxurious.”

I started to pee, and so did Erica. “Mmmmm.” We both murmured in unison as I felt the trickles run down my legs.

I looked down to my feet.

Bryony followed my gaze, put her hand to her mouth, and gasped.

Bryony whispered. “You’re wetting now, on purpose?”

We both nodded.

I said. “You should try it. Your swimsuit is black like our dresses, it feels even better when you do it on purpose. No better time to try it than now. No one will ever know.”

“My crotch will be wet.” Bryony whispered in a panicky way.

Erica offered some encouragement. “No one will notice, but if someone should touch your crotch just say you sat in a wet puddle. Look there is one on that bench.”

Erica sat on a nearby bench, and when she stood up a puddle had miraculously appeared where she had been sitting. Erica did a twirl, and nothing showed that she had just peed through her dress on the bench.

Bryony sounded indignant. “I’m not going to sit in a puddle of your wee wee.”

Again we both laughed.

I explained. “You don’t have to sit in it, it is your excuse!

Erica took Bryony’s hand, and I held the other.

I whispered in Bryony’s ear while squeezing her hand. “Do it now, wet yourself. You are never going to have a better time to try it. In a minute we will all be in the pool and all evidence will be hidden.”

I squeezed Bryony’s hand again, and relaxed my bladder letting my pee run down my legs.

Still peeing I again whispered in Bryony’s ear. “Mmmm. It feels so delicious and warm. Do it now, you won’t regret it.”

I looked down and saw a puddle around Erica’s feet, and as I looked up I saw a trickle run down Bryony’s leg.

My puddle merged with Erica’s and started to make it’s way towards the drain.

Erica whispered to Bryony. “Do some more. The more you do - the nicer it feels, just relax and let it go.”