As I let the flight attendant strap me in, I quickly realized something. It wasn’t the seat I was being attached to, it was Rob. A strap went around my torso, just beneath my boobs, pulling me tight against his chest. Another was lower down by my waistline. But to my horror, she suddenly grabbed my arms and pinned them to my sides, before making another loop around my slim belly, my bellybutton peaking out below it.
“There we go, snug as a bug,” she said, giving a gentle pat to my head.
“But how am I supposed to cover up with my arms like this? I don’t want anyone staring at me like this,” I whined.
“Oh don’t worry, you aren’t quite old enough for that to be an issue yet,” she said, still believing me to be a child. Before I could get another word in, she walked away, leaving me tied up against my brother. I wiggled around for a while, trying to get my arms free, but evidently the attendant knew what she was doing. I could hardly move at all! But I couldn’t just sit there with all my bits hanging around. Sure I could close my legs, but that was only part of the problem.
I continued my struggling for quite a while, even after the plane had already begun to takeoff. The sudden rush of **** pressed me even tighter against Rob. As I jostled and bounced around, I felt a light prodding against my butt. I was confused at first, before I realized what was going on. My step-brother was getting hard!
I hate to admit it, but the knowledge that it was me causing him to get aroused only further turned me on. If it weren’t for me keeping my legs shut tight, my blossoming pussy would have been obvious.
