Daddy + Daughter have to Pee — Part 1

Okay okay, I know. This is kind of gross. But it all started out really innocent like.

It was one of those warm days in May that gave us all a hint that summer is not far away. It was sunny and around 85 degrees. The sky was clear and there was hardly any wind at all. A perfect day to lay out in the backyard next to the pool.

///Note to reader — All Characters are 18 years of age or older///

I took a sip of my mixed drink, barely moving my head up off of her lounge chair. I was wearing my new two piece bikini. It was pink, in style and fit my 18-year-old body well if I do say so myself. In fact, out of the three bikinis I had bought last week, this one was the most revealing, so I had decided to try it out at home first.

“What a perfect day,” I said with my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my body.

///Fun twist — If you want to read the same story, but with Mom+Son, here you go and let me know what you think.

“So true,” my father said. He was lounging next to me by the pool in the backyard.

“I just wish I didn’t have to pee,” I said with a laugh wishing I did not have to get up. I mean it was all too perfect.

“Didn’t you just pee a while ago,” he asked.

“I know right,” I said. “I’ve been going overboard on hydration this week with my new diet. So basically I have to pee every hour it seems.”

It was true. One of the ways I diet is to drink so much water, I don’t possibly have room for anything else.

“Well that sucks,” he said.

“Oh well,” I said with resignation as I sat up from the reclined position. “Just the price one has to pay to keep looking their best.”

“Oh honey, you look great as is,” he said with a smile looking me over from head to toe.

I stood up smiling. “Thank you, daddy,” I said, eating up the compliment. I love it when he says things like that regardless if he is only being nice.

“Honey, you’re in a swimsuit. We’re outside. Just go,” He suggested jokingly.

“Daddy!” I said with a laugh.

“Oh come on. It’s no big deal,” I looked over at him and saw his face start to turn a bit red.

“Daddy!” I said again laughing. “Maybe you men just whip it out and pee anywhere you like, but it’s different for us girls.”

“Whatever. You know, I expected a bit more from a confident young woman of the world like you.”

I noticed his face turning even more red. Oh my. Why was my own daddy blushing over that? If this was embarrassing him, why was he continuing to argue for it? And then it hit me. Did he want to watch her pee? That was kind of weird. Okay, really weird. Still, what the hell.? He started this, so we might as well have some fun with it. Plus it was kind of fun seeing him blush.

“Ha,” I said with a giggle. “Daddy, us girls can’t control it as well you guys. I mean half of it would run down my legs.” There I thought. That would probably be enough for him to back down.

“Just go in your suite honey,” He said, surprising me that he had not yet backed away from this “I mean, it’s no big deal.”

Damn, well, okay. Where was this coming from? But okay. Let’s see what he does if he thinks I might actually be considering this.

“So you’re saying,” I said with an eyebrow raised. “To just sit back in this lounger and go for it?”

“Sure, I don’t care,” he said as a huge grin spread across his face. Shit! Was he really falling for this?

“Well daddy, that is very considerate of you to offer such an easy solution to my problem,” I said now having second thoughts about playing along like this. “But, will it traumatize you seeing your daughter pee her bikini right next to you.”

“Won’t bother me,” he said with a smile. “Go ahead; it’s no big deal.”

Shit. I’m starting to think he really wants to see me pee. I knew my father well enough to know when he was downplaying something he wanted. And from every indication, this was one of those times. But why? This was so silly. So gross. But damn. Could he be into this kind of thing? Surely not. I was reading too much into this. Still, I wanted to know. I decided to go just a bit longer and try to call his bluff.

“No big deal, huh?” I said with a smile as she sat back down on the lounger. I wanted to see his reaction if he thought I was really going to do this.

His eyes widened as he watched me sit back down. Damn. If I did this, it might actually blow his mind.

I sat on the edge of the lounger with my knees together facing my father.

“So, just go like this?” I said with a smile and an overly innocent tone.

“Ah, sure,” he finally said after a bit of a pause.

Oh my! I was really thinking he was not bluffing on this. But surely not. No way. He was bluffing. If I can convince him I’m really going to pee, then he will back down and tell me he was only kidding. I just had to make him believe I’m really going to go.

I sat there in a position that suggested I was really trying to pee. He was looking right at me. The look on his face was odd. He was still blushing. But why has he not called this off yet? Plus to make matters a bit more interesting, I really did have to go. So the act of pretending I was going to go, was very convincing to the part of me that really did need to go as I could feel my pee knocking on my urethra wanting out.

Shit! This was just too weird having my dad staring between my legs waiting for me to pee. I needed to put a stop to this.

“Daddy!” I said. “I can’t do this. I’m afraid I’ll go and then you will just make fun of me for doing it.” As I said that I unintentionally squirmed a little as it was taking a lot of effort to hold back the torrent of pee trying to escape me.

“Honey!” he said with more than just a bit of frustration. “No, I won’t. As I said, it’s no big deal.”

“Well, okay mister,” I said knowing I needed to end this. And right there, I came up with an idea.

“You first then,” I said with a smile. I was sure he would back down now.

“What!” he said, getting caught off guard.

“You heard me daddy,” I said. “If it’s no big deal, then you first.”

I countered my dad’s daring me to pee, with the only response I could think of. “You first.”

“Honey!” he said, trying to hold down a laugh. “No way, I asked you first.”

“Hey, It’s like you said, it’s no big deal, right?” I threw it back to him.

“Honey, no, it’s just different for guys sometimes,” he said.

“Daddy, I know. It’s much easier for guys,” I said as I was now having way more fun than I should be having joking around with him.

“No, it’s just sometimes when a guy has to go badly, it affects him,” he said.

I didn’t know what he was talking about. I guess I assumed he was covering up his lack of courage to pee in front of me. That was fine with me. And all in all, it was a good way to end this before dashing to the privacy of my own bathroom.

“Oh! I think we call that stage fright, daddy,” I said with a giggle.

“Stage fright!” he said, half offended. “I don’t get stage fright.” Damn, I must have struck a nerve to garner such a response.

“Okay, okay,” I said apologetically. “So if not stage fright, then what?”

“Honey, it’s just when a man has to go, sometimes things get kind of, ready to go, down there.”

What? I replayed what he just said in my head to try to understand what he was saying. And then it hit me. Shit! Did he have an erection?

“Awww,” I said in an innocent voice. “Does daddy have an erection?”

“Honey!” he said in protest. “Let’s just leave that one alone.”

“Oh, daddy,” I giggled. “Am I turning you on?” I loved to tease him like this.

“Honey!” he protested again. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Daddy,” I said. “Oh, my goodness. It’s okay. Plus I think it’s impressive for a man of your age to still get erections.”

“Honey!” he said, embarrassed now. “I’m not that old.”

Gzzz, I really got him with that one to have him defending his age and his ability to function.

“Okay, okay. I didn’t mean to imply that you were too old to get an erection.”

“Okay, fine. Thank you very much then.” he said.

“So, you’re saying that because you have to pee, it gave you an erection?”

“Yes. Exactly.”

“Okay, so what. Pee anyway.”

“Honey! I’m your father. I just can pee next to you with an erection.

“Why not? I don’t mind.”

“No way honey,” he said.

“Chicken. Here I was feeling all shy and it turned out that my big brave daddy is too afraid. Guess I’ll just go inside now.” Damn, I was working this hard.

“Okay, okay. I just don’t want you to get offended or whatever.”

“Offended because you have an erection for having to pee? What kind of person would be offended by that?”

“Okay, if you are sure,” he said as he lifted himself off the lounger and OMG! He was not kidding.

“Daddy! Oh my.” I said giggling. “Woof.” I could not look away. He did have an erection. And not just an erection. A big erection. My daddy had a big penis. I had seen it before. But never when it was like this. Before it was kind of on the small size. This one, wow.

“I told you honey,” he said looking at me.

“Daddy! Wow.”

“See what I mean?” he said, looking down at his hard-on and then over to me looking at his hard-on. “Changing your mind?”

“Oh no. No daddy. Go for it.” I said, staring.

“Here goes,” he said.

A few seconds passed. For a moment, I was thinking he was not going to do it. But then, there it was. I could see the pee starting to spray in, around and out of his shorts at the apex of his erection. And then I heard it. The sound of him peeing in his shorts. He was actually peeing! It soaked the front of his shorts and then began running down his leg. From there, a growing pool of pee was forming at his feet.

As I watched all of this, I felt a tingle between my legs. WTF!? No way is this turning me on. I did my best to push all of that out of my head. It was wrong. So so very wrong. Or was it? This was just innocent silly fun. There was nothing to this. So he was peeing. No big deal. I told myself all of that as I just kept staring at his peeing penis.

He was a good twenty seconds into his peeing when I realized that I was going to be expected to pee next. What had begun as an innocent exchange, had now become something more.

I, of course, had zero intentions of peeing in front of my father, but what now? How could I not? Damn, I was going to have to. So when? Should I wait for him to finish? Should I try now? Could I even do it? Stagefright was a real thing when it came to peeing. Clearly, my father had no issues with that, but did I?

I had never really peed in front of a person before. Well, that was not 100% true. Still, I had never peed in such a sober state in front of a person before. True, I had been drinking, but I was nowhere near as drunk as the last time something like this came up. Plus, this was going to be in front of my father.

“There,” He said as the last of his flow came to an end. His shorts were soaked, and a pool of pee was circling his feet. In fact, a small stream of his pee had started moving to the pool following the gentle sloping of the pool deck.

I looked up at his face. It was a combination of triumph and trying not to look embarrassed. I think I also detected a bit of anticipation for what was supposed to come next. Me.

“Daddy!” I said with a nervous laugh. “Ah, good job, I guess.”

“Your turn, honey.” He said and smiled from ear to ear.

###End of Part 1###