Looking up at my wife and her sister I slowly realized that they had been watching me sleep. "Wonder what he was dreaming about," My sister-in-law, Jennifer, said flatly. As I fully woke I realized, to my horror, that my hand was in my shorts holding my limp cock. "I hope he was dreaming about you, Sis, because I think he made a mess in his pants." My wife giggled when I pulled my cum covered hand out.
"Don't encourage him," Jennifer said coming over to me. She bent down and wiped my hand off with a baby wipe. With her bending over I could completely see down her blouse. I was mesmerized by the sight of her breast hanging there held tightly by her bra. Jennifer noticed what I was doing but didn't move to block my view.
"I bet you couldn't do that again," she said quietly, letting my hand fall to my crotch. She squatted down in front of me and her skirt fell open exposing her panty clad crotch. My hand flew back into my shorts to my dick.
"Sweetie? Really?" My wife said coming over. "Again?"
"I have to go to the pee," I muttered pretending that I was just being desperate and not trying to jack off to the sight of my sister-in-laws panties.
"Well, let's get you to the potty then," she said with a sigh. She took my shorts off me and made me walk naked to the bathroom. Jennifer laugh at my shrunken manhood. "Wow, he's smaller than I thought. No wonder you complain about being satisfied."
My wife ignored her sisters comments and lead me to the bathroom. "You said you needed to pee, now pee. I would hate to think you lied to me." A wave of panic washed over me. I was trying to jack off and I really didn't have to pee.
From the doorway Jennifer said, "I think he lied to you." We both looked at her. In her hand was the shorts I was wearing. The shorts were unmistakably peed in. Facing my wife I could see the anger in her eyes. I was frozen with shame and fear that I would be getting another spanking.
"What the hell!" Jennifer blurted out. My wife quickly stepped back from me as I realize that I had started peeing. Unfortunately my wife was too slow to react, distracted by her anger. I had managed to hose her down a bit. Still frozen with fear, all I could do was stand there peeing all over the floor.
Once the stream stopped I started to cry. I had no hope of ever reclaiming my manhood at that point. Both my wife and her sister started to laugh. "I stand corrected," Jennifer said. "I guess he really did have to pee some more."
"Sweetie," my wife finally said to me, "you need to get this all cleaned up." Humiliated and naked I wiped up all my piss with a towel. The two ladies watched as I worked to get the mess cleaned up and were quick to point out spots that I missed. When I was finished I stood before the to two sisters with my head hung in shame.