Nothing else seemed to matter.Suddenly I looked to the door and girl I'd been waiting for entered. She was wearing a tight white top which was showing...plenty of cleavage and some small shorts showing of her amazing legs. But when she entered I wasn't expecting her to be in tears and crying her eyes out. Some guys in the Cue had been giving her some trouble and she had ended up slapping one of them. She immediately ran over to me and buried her head in to my chest crying and wrapping her arms. I sat at my desk. Facing away from her, but I heard all the sounds. Her pants unzipping, her panties slipping down. The faint noise of pee streaming out of her.'I cannot believe I just did that in front of you.' She shamefully said.She put the bowl in the corner. 'Were gonna need that bowl later I guess.''Well, what do you want to do? The evening came again. We both had peed in the bowl and joked about how this experience made our bond as brother as sister better. Now we both laid in bed, my. Well, she twirled around sometimes and when the hem of her dress flew up, you saw her panties. And I'm sure that some of the people around me would also have seen my little G-string already and not forgetting my bare buttocks and my breasts. And all the flashing, that I knew that I was doing, was exciting me a lot, and this only encouraged me to do it more often of course.I think it must have been around 10:30pm when Illiana asked me to join her to the restrooms. After we had relieved. Immediately, you grinned at me and began talking, a chatterbox mimicking her speech pattern and banal conversation. I warned you that if you continued I would certainly shut you up, as I wanted to do to her. Still you continued, grinning at me and daring me to ‘Shove something in my mouth, mister!’ Grinning back at you, I rushed to you, taking your head in my hands and pushing you down to your knees. Still, you rattled on, insipid commentary rushing from your mouth as you refused to quit the.