I noticed that hanging in a dark corner of the room was yet another Victorian corset, this one in purple, with vivid emerald side panels and a black b...a and suspenders. And as if I needed further sexual arousal, alongside it hung a Victorian print of a buxom corsetted lady, face-sitting an aristocratically-attired gent who she was expertly masturbating.I fidgeted uneasily and looked down into my lap, as I felt the first stirrtings of an erection. Guy caught my glance - for all I know he'd. Outside, he noticed his sister Mary and two of her girlfriends as they left the house to go to school. She was the only person in his house that hadn't felt her brothers control over her. The reason may be, that Tim always liked her better than his other sisters and that and she was very young, Mary had just turned thirteen and had the tall thin look of a preteen. Physically, her brother had not felt any attraction towards her in the least. But laughing with her friends, he saw that she was. Not long but there it was when he'd asked. Scott never knew that.Something about her bladder when she giggled. Laughter made her wetherself. She wore those, she said, until she was nearly eleven.She had to wear them then and she worried now if Scott didn't. Troublewas, Scott's mom noted, her mother was sure to check to see if she, orrather he, was wearing them. Helen had hated wearing those diapers andplastic pants back then, but she'd had to wear them.That checking, by her mother, Helen said,. I had no idea how that worked downthere in terms of plumbing and I was scared to death of making a mess.I decided it was time to ask for some help."Guys, I have to go to the bathroom." There's one right behind that door," my dad said without looking upfrom his phone.I stood there motionless. They had not gotten the hint. My motherfinally took the cue and stepped in."I see. Hey hon, could you maybe give us a second. Bring these bags downto the car but leave this one OK?" Say no more." My dad.