The Day Scotty Saw Too Much

Heather giggled and squirmed on the bench as Johnny pleasured her bare feet, obviously she enjoyed the attention her feet were receiving. I was enjoying the show from my hiding spot, my erection throbbing again. I wished I was in my older brother's place, kissing and caressing Heather's bare feet myself, but was not so I had to make do with watching.

I also felt a sense of relief. Johnny was obviously turned on by feet, if he didn't then why did the front of my older brother's jeans look like a tent? He wouldn't be able to go outside like that, this was for sure. There I was thinking I was a freak for liking women's bare feet, now I knew I wasn't because my brother liked them too. But, I reminded myself, I was still a freak because I had gained great pleasure from the sights, sounds and smells of Heather peeing, pooing and farting on the toilet, as well as changing her period pad. This was far worse than admiring girls' bare feet.

Johnny took his face away from Heather's bare feet, and she smiled at him. "It's not only my feet that you can have fun with during my time of the month," she assured him.

With that, Heather opened the buttons on her blouse, and my mouth felt dry as her breasts covered in a white bra came into view. Heather's brassiere did not block my view of her breasts for long. Loosening her blouse a bit, Heather reached behind herself, unclasping her bra and with this garment loose too, Heather slid down the cups to show her large teenage tits.

Johnny was clearly impressed by the sight of Heather's big bouncy boobies, and so was I, although my conscience reminded me that Heather's breasts were for Johnny's eyes only as she was his girlfriend, and I should not be looking at them.

However, just like when Heather was on the toilet I could not look away, and again I envied my brother as he fondled Heather's big boobs, stroking and caressing them, sometimes teasing her nipples with his fingers and his tongue. Heather clearly enjoyed it, by her facial expressions, her soft feminine moans and the way the toes on her bare feet clenched and unclenched at the attention to her chest.

"I think I need to do something about this," laughed Heather, stroking Johnny's erection through his jeans. "You can't go out in public with this."

Johnny grinned. "What did you have in mind, baby?"

"I think you already know the answer to that," smiled Heather. "Now stand up, and I'll do it just the way you like it."

"I think I like the sound of that," said Johnny, a huge smile on his face.

He stood facing Heather, and the tall blonde teenager, still obviously barefoot and with her boobs hanging out the front of her blouse, knelt in front of him. I watched wide-eyed as Heather unzipped my brother's jeans and freed his erection from his underpants. I could not help noticing that my brother's manhood put me to shame, but I was more interested in what Heather was doing with her hands.

I watched as she stroked my brother's cock, before taking his shaft in her hand and jerking him off, then reached further inside his pants to tease his testicles.

"Whoa Heather, that feels so good," Johnny moaned.

Heather put that cute little seductive smile of hers back on her pretty face. "Not half as good as this though Johnny."

With that Heather removed her hands from Johnny's groin, opened her mouth and as I felt my heart would burst through my chest, she went down on my brother, taking his big dick in her mouth. I watched as the barefoot young girl gave my brother a blow job, sliding her mouth back and forward and at times sucking on his manhood like she was eating a popsicle.

Johnny was clearly in heaven or at least somewhere close, and so was I, unable to look away as Heather continued to blow my brother. It took about five or so minutes of fellatio before I saw Johnny's face contort, his masculine body go rigid and his cry out, "Oh yes, Heather that's so great."

Heather could not answer, mouth was full of her boyfriend's dick to reply and given that Johnny had reached orgasm a certain sticky white substance too that I could not of course see, but clearly Johnny could as she extricated her mouth from his. Heather opened her mouth wide, then swallowed the contents of her mouth with a naughty expression on her pretty face.

"That looks so hot when you do that baby," said Johnny.

"It tastes pretty good too," Heather promised her boyfriend. "And you know the real swell thing? I get to taste it again even more."

Once more, Heather put her face into Johnny's groin. This time she wasn't giving him head, but she was using her tongue to clean any residual semen from his cock, an experience both of them clearly liked.

I watched as Johnny put his dick and balls back in his underpants and zipped up his jeans. Heather had more clothes to adjust, and I watched as she clasped up her bra and returned her breasts to the cups, then buttoned up her blouse again.

Now it was time for the barefoot teenager to put her bobby sox and shoes back on, and Heather sat on the bench to do this. Her knees were apart as she pulled on her bobby sox, so both Johnny and I could see her pants up her poodle skirt. I stared at the white cotton of Heather's panties that covered her crotch, and could see the oblong shape of the menstruating teenager's sanitary pad between her legs. I kept thinking how this pad was now suffering the same fate as the one Heather had changed when she used the bathroom earlier, getting soaked with her period blood as her womanly flow emerged from her vagina.

"It was lucky your parents had that wedding today, otherwise we couldn't have had this much fun," said Heather, as she tied up her second shoe and now fully clothed, stood up and adjusted the pink ribbon that held her pretty pony tail in place.

Heather looked so prim and proper, so perfect in her blouse and poodle skirt that it was hard to believe that she had done such forbidden things with her boyfriend, this following a lengthy session on the toilet to empty her bladder and bowels and attend to her feminine hygiene requirements.

Johnny nodded. "Yeah, the wedding was miles away, so they'll be out all day."

"What about Scotty? I thought he might be around today."

Johnny looked puzzled. "Actually, that's a point. He said he'd be here this morning until he went to work, and I saw that he mowed the lawn. He must be around somewhere."

Behind the shower curtain, I broke into a cold sweat. They were talking about me. What if Johnny found me hiding in here? I hadn't set out to watch Heather using the bathroom, a random series of events had ended up with this happening. But given how angry and jealous Johnny got when another guy so much as looked at Heather, how would he react if he found out his younger brother had been concealed in the bathroom when his girlfriend went to the toilet -- on her period -- and then observed the intimate moments between he and Heather after she had finished in the bathroom?

There was only one outcome, Johnny would kick my ass so hard that when I came down I would be in Melbourne. And not Melbourne in Florida, or the Melbourne in Nova Scotia, but Melbourne in Australia. Still, there would be some advantages. If I ended up in Melbourne in Florida, or indeed any of the 48 states or even Canada Johnny would get in his car and drive there to kick my ass again. Melbourne in Australia was half a world away, and way too far for Johnny to come and get me. And if I hid out from my brother's wrath there long enough, I could see the 1956 Olympic Games next year.

While my imagination was playing all sorts of far-fetched scenarios of my brother finding out about my bathroom voyeurism of his girlfriend and exacting his revenge, Johnny wasn't about to conduct a thorough police investigation to locate me.

"Perhaps Scotty went for a walk?" Heather suggested. "It is a very nice day."

"Yeah, maybe," said Johnny. "Or maybe he's hiding somewhere."

Again, I felt panic soaring through my body. Perhaps Johnny already knew I was there, and was just playing with me before pulling back the curtain and tearing me apart limb by limb?

"Hiding?" Heather asked, sounding puzzled.

Johnny laughed. "Yeah, hiding. When we were kids, Scotty would want to play hide and seek. I would tell him to go and hide and I would look for him, then two or three hours later he would come back and I would tell him that he was so good at hiding I couldn't find him anywhere and gave up. He fell for it every time. I had him convinced that he was the hide and seek champion of all of Florida."

Heather again admonished her boyfriend, but as before in a playful and good-natured way. "Johnny, you were so terrible to your poor brother when you were kids."

"Yeah, but it was great fun and it helped toughen him up," said Johnny, unable to keep from laughing like a hyena at the memories of his childhood chamber of practical jokes played upon me at every opportunity.

Heather picked up her purse. "When we go into town, I'll need to buy some cigarettes."

Johnny looked puzzled. "But Heather, you don't smoke."

Heather shook her head. "No, for David, he's running short of smokes."

Johnny put a faux strict expression on his face. "Miss, you do know that I can arrest you and press charges for supplying cigarettes to a minor?"

Heather's expression was coy and innocent. "Come now, Officer Miller. There must be a way that we can avoid that. How about we go to lovers' lane next Saturday night and we can work something out?"

"I think I might be able to turn a blind eye to it given you're so pretty Miss Harris," said Johnny. "After all, you're not doing anything harmful."

"Yeah, it's just cigarettes, it's not like I'm buying him something that might hurt him," said Heather.

"Talking about kids, some people worry about their kids way too much," said Johnny. "Last week, we were called out to this house where an old guy had torn down his shed and the kids next door were playing with the rubble."

Heather rolled her eyes. "He called the cops for that?"

Johnny nodded. "Yeah, talk about wasting police time. We asked the old man if he'd, you know asked the kids not to come into his garden and play with the rubble, or talked to the kids' parents about it, and he hadn't. Obviously ringing the police was the most logical thing to do."

"What happened next?"

"The silly old fool was going on and on about how he wanted the kids and their parents charged with trespass, so we went next door to talk to the mother and try and sort this out. Their mom was carrying on about how she wanted the old man charged for not clearing away the remains of the shed; that her kids might get hurt playing with the rubble. It was just asbestos. You'd think he was building an atomic bomb in his back yard the way the mother was going on."

Heather laughed as she closed the bathroom window. "Some people, I don't know how you deal with them."

Johnny shook his head, chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Like that old woman who didn't like her granddaughter dating a Jewish guy, she rang the police to see what we could do to stop Jewish people dating non-Jewish people."

Heather and Johnny turned to leave, when suddenly Heather stopped, went rigid and walked over to the sink, where she had forgotten the paper bag containing her used period pad. "Better not forget to put this in your trash," she said, blushing and with a shy look on her face. "I don't think your Mom would be too swell if I left this in your bathroom."

Johnny again laughed. "Lucky you noticed that Heather. Mom would be the exact opposite of swell if you'd left it behind."

Holding the paper bag in one hand, holding Johnny's hand in the other, Heather made her way downstairs with my brother. I heard them close and lock the front door, then Johnny's car start up, before they drove away.

I remained in the bath, still too stunned by what I had seen to do anything. I also worried that Johnny had only pretended to go out, that Heather was the one who had driven away, and that Johnny was hiding in the hallway, fully aware that I had watched Heather while she was on the toilet and planning how to pound me in the most painful way possible. This however, was just my imagination running wild, and of course Johnny was not there waiting to get me, and I ventured out of my hiding spot on unsteady legs.

The whole experience was so surreal and I wasn't 100 percent sure that I was awake, maybe I was dreaming the whole thing. I pinched myself, but of course did not wake up, I was still standing there in the bathroom.

Heather opening the window to clear her toilet smell had worked and one could not detect the odor of her feces. However, when I went nearer to the toilet, I could smell Heather's girl poo still around the lavatory. Acting as though I was hypnotized, I walked stiffly over to the toilet and lifted up the lid.

Immediately, the smell of Heather's shit and her farts hit my nostrils, the odors trapped in by Heather closing the lid when she flushed the toilet. I knelt down in front of the toilet and stuck my head into the bowl, eagerly absorbing the remaining odors from Heather's rectum. My erection was throbbing as the private smells went up my nasal passages.

It wasn't only Heather's poop and farts I could smell in the toilet, there was another smell too, a musty feminine smell like a cross between tuna fish and ammonia too. Obviously I had never smelled a girl's period before, but what else could this odor be?

The toilet bowl was not only filled with great smells, but great sights too. The white porcelain was pristine before, I had urinated not long before I started scrubbing the tiles in the shower. Now there was a small brown poo stain courtesy of Heather's anus on one side of the bowl.

I couldn't believe I was looking at my brother's girlfriend's poo, but I was doing just this, and there was something else in the toilet water, a clot of dark red blood that had failed to clear with the rest of Heather's menses, excrement and dirty toilet paper when she flushed the toilet. I stared at the lump of Heather's menstrual blood, telling myself I should not be looking at this much less find it sexually exciting, but I could not look away from the evidence of the pretty blonde teenager's monthlies.

Despite my conscience nagging me, I was unable to stop myself from going where I was going next, and that place was to the outside trash can. Taking care to cover my erection by carrying a sweater in front of my groin, I opened the lid of the trashcan and jackpot, there was the paper bag in which Heather's period pad could be found.

As the trashcan was visible from the road, I made it look like I was putting trash into it, but secretly extricated the brown bag and with a racing heart and pounding erection, took my prize up to my bedroom. Sitting on the bed and breathing hard, I opened the paper bag with nervous, sweaty fingers and feasted my eyes on the white feminine object soiled with red blood stains within.

I reached into the bag and pulled out Heather's period pad, feeling the napkin's soft cover and playing around with the hoops at each end that had affixed it to Heather's sanitary belt. I squeezed the napkin, feeling how much absorbent material was within it. It sure was a thick pad like a miniature mattress, and I was glad I was a boy and didn't have to wear this feminine protection every month, it would be pretty uncomfortable and bulky.

Yet at the same time, my imagination went into overdrive and I was fantasizing about how great it would be to be Heather's period pad, attached to her sanitary belt, between her legs and under her panties, in close contact with her vagina. I shook my head. What was wrong with me, having fantasies like that? Perhaps I was a homosexual? Did homosexuals start off by secretly watching girls when they were on the toilet, and then fooling around with the same girls' dirty sanitary pads? Maybe, but seeing Heather in the bathroom was the result of an extraordinary series of events that would not happen very often. It seemed far-fetched that all homosexuals would have had the same sort of experience as me, but I guess technically possible.

I put aside my worries that I might be some sort of homosexual, and concentrated on Heather's feminine hygiene protection. Her pad looked good, it felt good and it smelled even better. I could smell the odor of Heather's period from the red stains on the cover. Raising Heather's period pad to my nose, I took a deep sniff of her period blood, the musty fishy feminine smells filling my nostrils and driving me wild.

While sniffing the smells of Heather's menses, I found something on the cover, a curly blonde hair, one of Heather's many pubic hairs from her mound and her pussy. I twirled the hair in my fingers, admiring it and thinking about how great it was to actually have in my hand a hair from Heather's genitals. I put the hair to one side -- this was definitely a souvenir for later.

I smelled the pad more and more, as well as Heather's period I could smell her regular vaginal fragrance from a creamy colored stain next to a pool of dark red menstrual blood. Although a virgin, I still knew what a vagina smelled like from the time a week or so after my 18th birthday and I was at my aunt and uncle's house and unable to resist sniffing a pair of my older cousin Marcie's panties from the dirty clothes hamper in the basement when the opportunity arose. The same feminine smell from Marcie's vagina that lingered on her pants was also evident on Heather's period pad.

My nostrils were keen to smell even more of Heather's private smells, and at the rear of the pad I could detect the odor of her poo, from where she had farted into her period pad just after entering the bathroom. Again I couldn't believe this was exciting me, but the reality was that it did.

There was only one way to relieve my sexual urges. I unfastened and pulled down my slacks and my underpants, took hold of my erect penis and began jerking off. As I masturbated I continued to smell the odors of Heather's menstrual flow and from her anus on her pad, and thought about watching her using the toilet, changing her napkin, before engaging in several intimate moments with my brother.

Completely overly excited, orgasm wasn't long in coming, and I soon ejaculated a tidal wave of sticky white semen. Unlike the lucky Johnny, who got to ejaculate into Heather's mouth when he came, I got to ejaculate into something much less exciting -- a tissue.

Jerking off calmed me down somewhat, but I was still all over the place, unable to concentrate. I returned to the bathroom to finish cleaning the shower tiles, but all the time kept looking at the toilet and thinking about what Heather looked like sitting on it with her poodle skirt hitched up around her waist, her panties around her ankles and her sanitary belt and pad around her thighs.

Returning to my bedroom, I tried to study and write my essay that was due on Tuesday, but was way too distracted to write more than three paragraphs, and kept looking at, feeling and sniffing Heather's sanitary pad like it was a new toy. I felt guilty about it given Heather had always been a good friend of mine, but could not help it.

Mid-afternoon, and I dressed in my uniform for my busy Saturday afternoon shift at the diner. I wanted to keep Heather's napkin in my room for more fun later, but decided it was best to put it back in the trash. Reluctantly, I returned Heather's soiled feminine hygiene product to the brown paper bag, and put it back into the trash can. It would not go well if my parents or especially my brother happened to find it in my bedroom, far worse than if I was to be caught with communist reading materials.

I caught the bus to work. I did have my license and was able to drive, but did not have a car. However, even if I did have a car, it was safer for everyone that I did not drive today, such was my distraction. Going into the diner, I resolved to concentrate on my work for the next few hours, and not be distracted by my brother's girlfriend. If I didn't, I would have my boss Mr. Lewis busting my ass.