Rob seemed to be ignoring me as he walked me forward, and moved my legs so they rested on either side of the seat. He placed his hands against the wall, and leaned me forward, squatting me as close to the bowl as he could.
“Just let me know when you’re done,” he said.
“Rob please I-”
“We’re done discussing this Erica. If you have to go, then go. Otherwise we’re going back to our seats,” he said, his once calm tone replaced by a more serious one. She may be my mother, but Rob was the one who shared her finality in decision making.
I groaned in frustration. It seemed I was cursed to spend this flight just inches away from achieving ecstasy.
I did my business, Rob doing an impressive job holding me still so that a mess wasn’t made. It was humiliating knowing the only sound we could hear was the splashing of liquid on liquid. I waited a moment to make sure I was really done, not wanting to leak any new/different fluids from what I'd already leaked that day.
“Um... I’m done.” I said quietly, my head hanging down. Of all the things I’d been through, this was one of the most humiliating. **** to use the bathroom while tied naked to my step brother, seconds after begging him to make me cum by whatever method he chose.
“Are you sure?” he asked. Gosh, why did he have to talk to me like I was being potty trained?
“I’m quite sure,” I answered. He kept still, not lifting me up despite my being finished. “I said I’m do-GUH.”
I was cut off by the feeling of something soft on my pussy. I knew it wasn’t what I hoped it was, but I still mentally wished for it as I looked down to see. As I figured, Rob had taken some toilet paper and was wiping me clean.
“Can’t have you making any more messes,” he said. I wanted to tell him that as long as he kept me like this that it wouldn’t matter how much he wiped, but I just stayed quiet. When he reached a point of dryness that seemed satisfactory, he raised himself back up, and flushed the toilet.
