### The second chapter in the long-awaited sequel to 'Under the Porcelain' - with Henry trapped at his sister's sexual whim, can he find a way to escape, or is he doomed to meet his untimely end? ###
The cold of the night has set in, and I'm starting to regret trapping myself under the toilet. Sure, I had the time of my life just a few hours ago, but now my dick has shrunk and deflated. All I want to do is have a nice hot shower, followed by the warmth of my blankets. I want it even more than to eat out my sister Alyssa again, I realise.
Lydia's words come back to me, those words of wisdom she had given right after that amazing blowjob. "Just wait until the post-nut clarity hits," she had said. And I should've listened. Instead, now I'm shivering, trapped under the toilet, in the cold and dark of the bathroom.
I hear Olivia's laugh echoing through the house, and the clink of metal against ceramic. I frown. It's around dinner time, I realise, and Alyssa has probably cooked up some delicious feast for her two friends. I have a sudden thought. Where is Mom and Dad? Did they find the bathroom renovation supplies they needed? I suddenly feel incredibly exposed.
What would they think of me, lying there, cold and naked? I was sure Dad would have a fit and send me off to some monastery. "You're a sinner," he would say. "Six months of meditation and prayer will do you wonders."
I sigh. There's nothing I can do. I try calling out again. 'Alyssa! Can you please get me out of here?'
Loud laughter resonates from the living room. 'No way,' Alyssa calls. 'You can stay right there until you learn your lesson.'
I realise this conversation is becoming pointless, but still I try. 'Please!' I cry. 'You girls are having a nice hot dinner, while I'm freezing here on the cold tiles. In the dark. Please, Alyssa. Olivia? Lydia? Come on!'
'How did you guess?' Olivia calls, and she sounds like she's got a whole mouthful of food. Steaming hot pasta, I reckon, or perhaps one of Alyssa's signature cookies. Sure, I had spent countless hours taking the mickey out of my sister's cooking, but now I would do anything for a taste. I'm not even horny anymore, I realise. I just want to escape this nightmare.
Then I hear hushed muttering. I can't quite make it out, but I hear Lydia's voice clearer than the rest. 'Surely you can't just leave him there. How would you like it?' she whispers.
But Alyssa is sharp and snappy in her response. 'He brought this upon himself, aye? He should suffer the consequences. There won't be a next time for poor Henry.'
I groan, not from the cold but from a broken heart. Just when I thought Alyssa had warmed up to me, she had turned her back again. Why, I had even eaten her out, gave her the best orgasm she's ever had. And yet she treats me like this, I think. Not even a shred of decency. Just then, the bathroom door creaks open, and a ray of light pierces the darkness. Suddenly, I don't feel so afraid. Someone's coming for me.
Lydia peeks her face into the toilet bowl, smiling at me sadly. 'I'm sorry, Henry. They wouldn't let me help you out of there. But, I did manage to bring a few things for you.'
My heart swells with love. I realise I love this ginger-haired girl more than anything. 'Thank you so much, Lydia. I... I really love you.'
'You're welcome. Here, a blanket,' she says, wrapping the thick cover around me. I shiver, feeling the cold wind disappear as the warmth of the blanket surrounds me. 'Thank you,' I whisper, close to tears. No one had ever been this nice to me before.
'And some food,' Lydia whispers. 'I had to sneak it off the table, without Olivia or your sister noticing. Here, eat it while it's hot.' She holds out a couple of roasted potatoes, and a thin slice of bread, in her hand. It's not much, but it means the world to me. I can't hold back my tears any longer. They flow down my cheeks, pooling along the porcelain bowl. Lydia gives me a sad look. 'Hey, don't cry. Look, I'll feed you some water after, but I can't be long.'
I open my mouth, watching as she feeds me the potatoes. They're piping-hot, but she blows on them like a mother feeding her child. I realise I have to marry this girl before it's too late. I smile as she puts one of the spuds in my mouth. My taste buds explode. It tastes so good, so warm, after so many hours of cold and hunger. I chew and gulp it down, eager to fill my stomach.
But as potatoes go, they're too dry. I cough, trying to swallow, but the last time I'd had a proper drink was this morning. Lydia looks at me with panic in her eyes. 'Shush,' she whispers fiercely. 'They'll hear you.'
'Water,' I beg. 'Even your piss will do.' Lydia nods, and quickly pulls down her skirt, revealing her small, smooth vagina. She grins. 'Patience, Henry.' But I have no patience. I need to drink her piss, now. I realise how desperate I've become, needing to drink the urine of three girls to stay alive.
She plops her round butt on the toilet, plunging me into darkness. There's silence for a moment, and Lydia grunts quietly. Then it rains down, Lydia's golden nectar spilling into my mouth with a faint tinkle. I'm more thirsty than ever, and I gulp her pee down, not wasting a single drop. Lydia's vagina is like a waterfall of life, but with added bonuses.