After a few minutes convincing herself that her bladder was pretty much empty; and then
a few more simply satisfying her own curiosity by staring at and touching her bald little
baby cooch - fascinated by the cool numbness of it compared to the new pleasure she'd
only recently started to discover when touching herself there - Erika felt ready to get up
and go change her clothes.
She hid her wet underwear and skirt in her wardrobe, hoping that they wouldn't smell
when they dried and she could just put them in the laundry with everything else.
Bottomless, she stared at the wet patch on the carpet and figured she'd deal with that
later - nobody ever came in her room anyway.
As she put a new skirt on, she noticed already a few spots of wetness on the fresh pair of
panties she'd just pulled up, so she grabbed a handful of tissues from the side of her bed
and stuffed them down there just in case; all the while worrying if that stupid spray had
broken her ability to control herself for good. Would she have to start wearing diapers?
The thought made her smile a little.
In the meantime, a little devil in her mind was finding it hard to resist an almighty thought
concerning the salve. While Erika was slightly interested in experimenting with it some
more on herself, she couldn't help but think of her mean brother Bill, and she knew that
before the day was out she was going to have to find out or she'd just go crazy thinking
about it.
She knew he would be home soon and as always he would change before going out again
for football practice. Knowing that time was of the essence, she took the salve and
carefully pushed open the door of Bill's bedroom, ignoring the plethora of "keep out"
missives posted on the door.
Lucky for Erika, Bill was a shameless boy, and right there in the middle of the floor she
found exactly what she was looking for - a slightly scummy looking jockstrap that made
her shudder to her core. Quickly, and making as little contact with the garment as
possible, she liberally dowsed the crotch of it in the salve, and in the nick of time fled the
scene to her own bedroom as she heard a key in the front door.
Hearing her brother trudging up the stairs, Erika just laid back, briefly putting a hand
between her own legs to check there was no further leakage, and wondered what the
infected jockstrap would do to him.