My submissive-an evil angel

Untitled Part 4

Over the next few days I thought a lot about what I'd heard. I wanted to use my cock, somehow. I wanted Lucy to know I wasn't the weak little nerd she always made me out to be. I wanted her to know that, at least in this area, I was superior to her boyfriend.

But how?

My chance came the next time Lucy stayed over, two weeks later. I didn't try to eavesdrop again, but instead stayed in my room, going over the plan.

My parent's bedroom was actually on the ground floor, and my sister's and mine were at opposite ends of the top floor. When Lucy stayed over, she and Jamie shared her bed, even though there was a guest room downstairs too. There was a bathroom between our rooms, complete with bath tub and shower. This was where I would carry out my plan.

I woke up as early as usual, but waited an hour before heading to the bathroom. I knew the girls probably wouldn't be up for a while.

I went in and had a long, hot shower. I spent as long as I could in there, washing my hair over and over again, scrubbing every inch of my body, waiting until I could put the plan into action. We had an electric shower, so I didn't have to worry about wasting the hot water.

After almost an hour, I'd had enough. I got out and stared at myself in the mirror. As always, I thought I looked completely average, except for my cock which hung thick and limp between my legs. I'm more of a 'show-er' than a 'grower', so even soft it looked unusually big. When it first started to grow it used to get in the way when I walked, and I worried about people seeing the bulge it made. But I'd switched to boxers over briefs, starting wearing looser pants, and gotten used to it.

I examined it from a few different angles, holding it out and handling my similarly large balls. I guess it did look pretty impressive, if you're in to that kind of thing.

I tried to get myself psyched up for the big plan, tried to force some confidence in myself. I felt good about it.

But it was taking longer than I thought. I tried to kill time by reading the backs of bottles of my sister's conditioner and hand lotion. Why did girls always seem to need so many bottles of crap?

Finally, after a long wait, I heard my sister's bedroom door opening.

Lucy coming to use the bathroom.

I quickly took my stance; completely naked holding my cock in my hand, in full view of the door and pointed towards the toilet bowl.

I was trying to make it look like I was just using the bathroom after a shower. I'd already pissed, it was just about showing it to her. I'd left the door unlocked and ajar, so she wouldn't think anyone was inside.

I started to get more and more nervous as I heard footsteps approach.

I felt my heart freeze in my chest when the handle was pushed down.

In this split second, I realised how incredibly stupid this whole thing would be if it was my sister that walked in, and how stupid I was for not considering this possibility.