Lynn Part 1

It all started when I went to a concert with my big sister. She had gone to a few concerts before, and it was my first time, so I looked to her to know what to do and what to wear. She told me to wear a knee–length skirt and thick panties underneath. On top I should wear something lose, not tucked into my skirt. I looked trough my wardrobe and found the outfit she described. When the big day finally arrived we went to the concert area early so we would have a real good spot. My sister told me to go to the bathroom now; for we wouldn’t be able to go until the show was over if we wanted the spot. Of course I went, and I wondered how the hell I was going to last for 7 hours without peeing. We were three hours early; there was a one–hour program before the concert would start. It would be a three hour concert, and most likely longer if it was a good crowd. After I finished peeing and my sister came out of her stall we went into the concert area and we had the best spot there was!
When the sound checks were done for the last time, and there was a big crowd already I told my sister I was sorry but I had to pee again. I had tears in my eyes when I told her I had to go and lose the spot we had. My sister took hold of my arm and pulled me close to her. ‘Lynn, you are not going anywhere until the show is over. I don’t want to lose this spot, and neither do you. We came here early to get it, and we are not going anywhere until the show is over. I have to go too, badly, just hold on, in ten more minutes the show will start and then it wont matter anymore, believe me!’ I trusted my sister completely and held on. After five minutes the band was announced and the show started. I was really getting into the music when the feeling of having to go came back with a vengeance. I turned to my sister, only to find her dancing to the music while peeing a hard stream under her skirt. I had seen her put her panties on, and I couldn’t imagine her taking them off on the toilet. So she must be wetting them. I asked her if she was wetting her panties and she told me she was, and I should as well. As soon as I heard she was indeed peeing her panties, my bladder gave out and I felt my panties getting wet. I started to dance to the music and felt real good about myself. It felt great to pee my panties and dance at the same time. I felt so great I never noticed myself stopping or starting peeing during the whole concert. After the concert was over we walked to the bus stop to go home and I felt my panties were very wet. I must have peed during the last few songs to be this wet. I saw quite a few girls in peed pants and even a few boys.
I started to ask where my sister got the idea to pee her pants at the concert. She told me she had gone to her first concert wearing jeans. And though she was just in time to catch the show the four hours were too much and she had had to leave the concert to go to the toilets, only to pee her jeans in line for the toilets. The next time she went she had worn a skirt and never bothered to go to the toilet. She peed her panties under her skirts all the time if she needed to since then. She even admitted to going if it wasn’t all that necessary. Sometimes she would sit on the toilet at school peeing trough her panties, just for fun. I liked that idea very much and made a mental note to wear a skirt to school the next Monday.
After a few weeks, where I peed my panties sometimes, for sheer naughtiness, I asked my sister how it felt to pee her jeans. I was wearing jeans as my sister was, and she said I should let the dog out with her in a few minutes. When we were walking the dog clouds were packing above our heads and the first drops started to fall. We were in the park and there was no one around. My sister stopped dead in her tracks and looked around. She told me the rain was going to soak us, so nobody would ever found out if we got home wet from more than rain alone. As soon as she said it she let it flow. Piss poured from her crotch, wetting her jeans all the way down to her shoes. Soon she was standing in a puddle of her own making while the rain was falling faster and faster. My sister told me I should pee myself now, or it wouldn’t feel the same. I let go with some trouble, but it felt great. From that moment on I never took my raincoat to school and I didn’t mind rain, as long as I got soaked.
I did much more, but I’ll tell that later.
JJ ( email is welcome… JJ is male )