Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 13

**Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 13**
*By: SoleMann*

“What? How’s that going to help me?”

“You see bro, if you’re kneeling right up against the bowl and you dangle your willy over the edge below the bowl line, then you should be able to control the over spray. Plus that way I can easily help you to your knees and you can just pull your pants up and down like you normally would. And unlike standing or sitting, you wouldn’t have to struggle to reach all the way down to your ankles to pull them back up. Then once you’re done I help you back to you feet. Easy peasy.”

I had to admit it would be a little strange kneeling to pee, but it beat my other to options. Not to mention with the pressure building, it wasn’t like I had the time to come up with something else, so I hesitantly agreed.

I inched my way closer to the toilet using the sink countertop to assist me. Then Lexi helped me get down on my knees, which seemed to go much easier then getting me off the bed. Once situated, she said she’d wait outside the door until I was finished and would come back in to help me up.

It took a bit for me to prep, being cautious as to not fumble or make any quick movements that might cause any sharp pains down there. Then I had to adjust to the odd situation of peeing in the kneeling position. I was just about to go when my concentration was broken by a tapping on the door.

“Hey, you okay in there bro?”

“Yeah, it’s just taking me a bit longer given the situation?”

“You need any help?” Silence… “Just messing with you, you’re on your own bro,” Lexi chuckles.

It takes a few more seconds for me to get back in the proper mindset, then things start flowing. There is a little discomfort from the pressure of waiting so long to pee, but that’s quickly replaced by the relief of finally being able to go. I gingerly wipe myself off and as I start the slow careful process of pulling up my pants, I hear Lexi’s phone ringing on the other side of the door. She answers it but I can’t make out her muffled conversation. I just finish getting my pants up and situated when I hear a tapping at the door again.

“You about done in there? Moms on the phone.”

“Yeah, come in on in,” and as she starts to open the door, “I just gota pull my pants back up.”

“What the heck!” and she slams the door closed.

“Just messing with you sis, I already have them up. I had to get back at you from before.”

Lexi opens the door and cautiously peaks her head in before entering and giving me the stink eye. She then hops up on the sink countertop and covers the mouthpiece of the phone.

“Remember, you promised not to tell mom about how I accidentally shook the bed before and hurt you down there. If she asks, you’re feeling fine and I’m doing a good job helping you out. If she found out I’d get in trouble and she might not let me hang with you while you’re recovering.” I just nodded as she handed me the phone.

Mom starts telling me about how I was still asleep this morning when she left, and she didn’t want to wake me, that she’s just finishing up at the store and if there was anything I needed. As I paused to think about it, I notice Lexi who is now towering above me sitting on the countertop, starts to alternate swaying her legs that are dangling over the edge. My focus is instantly drawn to her cute little feet, making it difficult to concentrate on my conversation with mom.

Mom asks me how my night went and what we’ve been up to. As I start telling mom about how I didn’t get much sleep last night, Lexi crosses her left leg over her right at the ankle and starts rolling her foot giving me glimpses of her bare sole.

“Yeah… well… I guess I’m still a little tired.” “Huh… yeah… she’s been great. Helped me out of bed, escorted me to the bathroom.” “Um… not yet, but Lexi said she’ll make me some scrambled eggs for breakfast.”

Hearing her name must have caught Lexi’s attention. She stopped rolling her ankle, and looked in my direction.

“What… How am I feeling? Any pain down there?” Crap, Lexi is staring right at me now. If I tell mom I’m sore or getting jolts of pain down there, she might think I’m ratting on her. Or mom might even take it as Lexi’s not doing a good job. Slowly Lexi lifts her left foot and crosses it on top of her right knee, her supple bare left sole now staring me right in the face. She then puts her hands up in the air motioning that she’s waiting for me to reply to mom.

I’m caught between a rock and a hard place, I don’t want to make Lexi look bad, yet I don’t want mom to think everything’s just fine. To top it off, I’m having a hard time concentrating with Lexi towering above me, and the sole of her petite left foot practically in my face. Suddenly I get a sharp jolt down there. Crap! Kneeling here with her lovely sole mere inches from my face is starting to make things stir down there. I’ve got to get out of this situation fast. I’ll just tell mom everything’s fine, say a quick goodbye, hang up, give the phone to Lexi, then she can help me get up.

“Nope, everything’s good mom. See you when you get home, bye.” But before I get the chance to hang up, mom asks if Lexi’s still there and if I could please hand her the phone. Begrudgingly I hand over the phone.