Charlotte's Niece
by Pamela
Chapter 2
Outside, I stood a good distance away from the entrance to the lingerie shop hoping that no one who had been a witness to my ordeal with the panties would see me again. I suppose trying on bras must be really complicated because I had to wait outside for quite a long time. Finally, I saw the two girls who had been ahead of me on the fitting room line, exiting the shop. They were holding several packages and had to struggle a bit with the door. To my chagrin, one of the blonde girl's parcels dropped to the ground unbeknownst to her. No nearby pedestrians saw what had occurred, and I didn't know what to do. On the one hand, I didn't want to be seen by her, while on the other hand it would be mean to not let her know she had dropped the package. Finally, my good side got the better of me, and I hurried to the package, picked it up and ran down the block in pursuit of the girls.
They sensed me coming and turned around in surprise just as I reached them. "You dropped your package back there," I said, panting and pointing up the block.
"Oh! My bra!" the blonde exclaimed, as understanding poured into her face. "Thank you! It's so kind of you to chase after us!"
"No problem," I said, and turned to walk away, but halted when she said, "wait, that was really kind of you. We saw you in the shop before."
"I know," I said, wincing with embarrassment.
"You were having quite a problem in there. Who was that woman?"
"Which one?"
"You know, the one getting you panties."
"That's my mom's friend Charlotte."
"What's her trip?"
"I don't know. She insists that panties are better for guys cause they're better made or something. The same as with these jeans."
"Yeah, we both noticed they were girls jeans. They don't fit so bad, but it seems kind of surprising to see a guy in them. But down here in the village you can expect to see anything, like a guy buying panties is not so unusual. But how did she make you get the jeans?"
"She said they were unisex, and its cool for guys to wear them."
"Really now! That's news to me," the blonde's friend said, "but, personally, I don't care if guys want to wear girls jeans. It would probably do them some good. The panties are another story."
"I put a stop to that!"
"That's not what Charlotte said after she came back from talking to you outside. She told everyone that you still wanted to get the panties. Your sister, what's her name?"
"Lei."
"Lei, that's right, she even said that your mom is pretty sure that you had tried on her bra, so as far as she's concerned she's not too surprised you'd want panties."
"That's not true!" I lied as a wave of fear ran through me and I didn't hear the rest of what she was saying. My mind raced to figure out the implications of this news. Besides my mom and Lei, did my dad know? and who else? Now Charlotte and Ethel knew and maybe half the lingerie store.
The truth is that I had tried on my mom's bra a few times. It had started a year earlier when I had come to the bathroom one day to take a shower. The master bathroom in our apartment has only a shower stall, and occasionally my mom takes a bubble path in the main bathroom. She often leaves her bra hanging on a hook after she goes, and on this particular occasion she had done so. For some time I had been thinking of trying on one of her bras to see what it was like and this time I went ahead and did it. My heart had pounded fiercely in my chest and the sight of myself in the mirror, with the large empty white cups across my chest and the straps running under my arms around to my back, caused me great excitement. If I didn't look too carefully, the mirror showed what looked to be a real girl. The bra was slightly sweaty and smelled faintly like my mom's perfume. I touched my penis and ejaculated almost immediately. After I had come into the sink, I felt disgust and took the bra off as fast as I could. Then I had realized that I didn't remember exactly how it had been hanging or which hook it had been hanging on, and there was no obvious reason why the bra would move from one hook to another. Though initially worried that I'd be found out, the more I thought about it the more certain I was that my mom would never notice the change, so I figured there was no cause for alarm.
The next day, however, I had had a feeling that my mom and Lei looked at me funny and I couldn't quite put my finger on exactly why. I had thought that maybe it had a connection with the previous day's incident but I wasn't sure. Besides, my dad acted normal to me, and I figured if he knew about it, he would have killed me. Anyway, I felt awful about having done it, and I told myself I'd never do it again.
The next time my mom took a bath I noticed that she did not hang her bra on the hook, and I felt anxious that it was because of me. Subsequent baths were the same thing. She just wasn't using the hook any more and I became convinced that she suspected me of wearing her bra.
However, one day I noticed my mom's bra in the hamper when I was depositing my clothes there. She had just taken a bath and I realized, with some relief, that this explained why she was no longer using the hook; she had merely taken to directly using the hamper. Since the bra was just as available to me from the hamper as from the hook, it was clear that it had just been coincidence that her switch to the hamper coincided with my first time wearing her bra. I had to learn to be a lot less paranoid, I scolded myself. For many subsequent weeks, I checked to see if her bra was in the hamper, and every time it was, but I never tried it on.
Eventually, however, a few months later, I did fish the bra out and feverishly put it on. Rubbing on myself caused an almost instantaneous orgasm. Relieved sexually, I felt emotionally drained, and vowed that this was indeed the last time.
Well, my vow typically lasted about a month before I had to make the vow over again. All in all, I guess, I've worn my mom's bras about five times. Each time I died a thousand deaths and swore even harder that that time would be the last.
"I don't think its normal," the girl was saying when I was again able to concentrate, "I mean boys wearing their moms clothes. I think your mom shouldn't have left out her bra like that, too, as a temptation."
"How is it a temptation?" the blonde said, "its just a bra. Why would a boy find it tempting?"
"You know what I mean," her friend said.
The girls obviously had not accepted my lie, so I said, "I don't want to wear girls clothes. I just tried the bra on out of curiosity. Just one time."
"Yeah, but you're wearing Mudd's right now and you're going to be trying on panties later, at least I can't see you saying no to Charlotte."
"You saw her, I got tricked into it." I knew this sounded pretty lame, and the girls didn't act like they believed me. "Anyway I know a lot of guys give their boxer shorts to girls," I added.
"That's different," the blonde said, "boxers are just like shorts. My boy friend would never wear my panties, even if I gave him a pair and begged him to try them on."
"Can you imagine Mike in my panties!" the other girl laughed and the blonde joined in with her. I felt really dumb just then, but the girls noticed my mom and Charlotte leaving the shop in the distance and they said, "it looks like your mom and the others are leaving. Don't take our joking too seriously. Its actually pretty brave of you to wear the Mudd's if you like them."
"Where do you live?" the blonde asked.
"In Queens."
"We live uptown near Union Square. I'm Linda and this is Aubrey.
What's your name?"
"Greg."
"Maybe we'll see you around some time, like if you come back here for more panties!" Audrey teased. At least, it seemed like she was teasing. "It was nice of you to return my bra to me," Linda said and she and Aubrey continued on their way, and then turned around and I waved at them. I turned back towards my mom who I could see was looking up and down the block for me.
Rejoining the group I heard Charlotte say, "and that last bra, you know the blue one, gave me enough cleavage to sink a ship," and my mom, Lei and Ethel laughed uproariously.
They did not act differently towards me, despite what had transpired in the shop, and I knew that from my side, I wasn't going to mention the incident any more. The only problem I had now was to make sure I didn't try on the panties in Charlotte's apartment, since this way I could demonstrate to my mom and Lei that I did not have a desire to wear bras or panties.
"Now, if we're done shopping, lets have a lovely lunch at Annie's and then come back to my place for some dessert," Charlotte said, and began leading us the few blocks toward the restaurant.
Lei and I fell in together walking to Annie's. I wished I could read her mind so I could find out what she and my mom really thought about me wearing the bra. Even more pressing was to see what she thought about my wearing panties.
We were out of ear shot of Charlotte, my mom and Ethel, so I said to Lei, "I really can't figure out Charlotte."
"She really means well, Greg. I don't think you should say anything bad about her."
I had thought my tone to be fairly neutral, but Lei must have heard a complaint in it. "I wasn't saying anything bad about her."
"Well it sure sounds that way. All she was trying to do was help you out."
"You're singing a different tune now. Before you were laughing about the jeans and the panties."
"I wasn't laughing AT you! I was laughing at the idea of unisex jeans, cause most of the guys I know will have a hard time adjusting to wearing them."
I must have looked puzzled, since Lei continued, "you know they see themselves as so macho and cool, but if being cool means wearing the same jeans as your girl friend, it'll drive them crazy."
"I still think Charlotte was coming down too hard on me about the panties."
"Look, Greg, she really feels awful about the misunderstanding, stop being so persistent."
"But it didn't seem like a misunderstanding at all!"
"You're so stubborn! And besides, you're not being totally honest..."
Lei suddenly stopped the thought, and I realized that she was probably thinking of me wearing mom's bra.
"The bottom line is that you've always been jealous of my relationship to Charlotte. Its just that she's kind of a woman's woman. She knows so much about clothes and fashion and that sort of thing, that she's not easily going to have a relationship with boys. You have been jealous, haven't you?"
"No!"
"Don't lie, Greg!"
"Well, she does give you a lot of presents."
"Nothing that you would want! Anyway, today she really bent over backwards to include you, and all you did was get so freaked about some panties."
"You'll be the first to laugh at me if I wear them."
"I will not. I think Charlotte knows what's best and you should just trust her."
"Wearing girls panties is best for me?"
"She explained why. Why are you being so stubborn again?"
It was clearly best to stop the conversation right where it was and I said, "I guess you're right about Charlotte. Mom and you like her so much, and she does really seem very generous."
"That's big of you, Greg, you are growing up!"
Lei had the final word, since we just reached the restaurant and entered in behind Charlotte, my mom and Ethel.
It was a small restaurant, and our waitress led us to a table in the back that was partly a booth and partly a regular table in that three could sit on a padded bench curving along the wall and two more would be in facing chairs. The waitress, who must have been around my age, was absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a short black mini skirt and a tight white blouse through which I could see her bra plain as day.
At the table, Charlotte predictably started directing us where to sit. "Lillian I know you'll prefer a chair, and Lei I want you across from me. Greg, you can sit between Ethel and me on the bench. You won't feel too hemmed in will you?" Before I could answer one way or the other she said, "Oh, but first go potty so you won't make one of us get up during the meal."
I couldn't believe my ears. Did I hear her correctly? "Go potty!" "Go potty!" Jesus, I was so mortified, I couldn't talk. So Charlotte just said it again for all the world to hear, "now go potty Greg, hurry up. The bathroom is over there." She pointed to a door.
Regardless of anything I didn't have to pee, so there was no use for me going to the bathroom. "I don't have to go," I said a little bit hotly.
"That's what you say now, but you'll change your mind as soon as we sit down. Go run along, Greg, we'll wait for you."
She matched my indignity with a trace of condescension. I looked toward my mother for help, but she was preoccupied with putting her bag under her chair and didn't notice. Charlotte sat down and turned toward my mom and Ethel. She obviously wasn't planning on discussing whether I had to go to the bathroom or not. Hurting, I turned away and headed to the men's room with the intention of going in, washing my hands and immediately leaving.
I stormed into the bathroom, only to discover that it was tiny, and another man was already using the urinal, which was mounted on the wall immediately next to the sink with no partition between them. A large mirror on the wall over the sink showed the reflection of the man's cock as he peed. If I were to wash my hands, they would be within a short reach of his cock. The sight of his large pink member rising up out of dark pubic hair shocked me, and I looked away as fast as I could. The guy was dressed in a white shirt and looked as if he worked in the kitchen. He was in no hurry, and even if he was, he must have had gallons of pee in him since he went on and on peeing as I waited. I suppose I could have used the stall, but I don't ordinarily like to do that, and, besides I didn't have to pee. I tried to look every which way I could, but not at the reflection of the man's cock in the mirror.
Finally, I heard his flow slowing down and then faltering to droplets and then stopping. He flung his cock inside his pants, zipped his fly and moved over to begin washing his hands. I had to move to let him squeeze past me and ended up facing the urinal myself. He loudly pounded his hands on the soap dispenser, turned the water on and began scrubbing away. The urinal was free and I had no choice but to avail myself of it since what else would he think I had been waiting around for? I wasn't at all in need of it, and moreover I was reluctant to bare my organ not a foot away from him, and to have him watch and wait for my urine, which I knew would never come under the circumstances.
To stand in front of the urinal and not pee, however, would give the message that I was embarrassed, so I tried to chew up some time by fumbling with the Mudd jeans zipper. On and on he scrubbed, on and on I pretended to have problems with the zipper, until there was no way I could delay any longer. So I popped out my penis to plain view in the mirror and I tried shifting my body to hide it, but it didn't do any good. If I turned sideways too far it would be like I wanted to pee on the floor. Besides, at that angle I'd be touching the man. How can he wash his hands so long I wondered. What the hell was on those blasted hands of his to keep him so preoccupied? In another minute he wouldn't have any skin left. Lord Jesus, I swore, the way he keeps washing he must be obsessive compulsive.
I wasn't making any progress with my peeing. It wasn't even close and I was certain now that he was purposely taking time with his hand washing just to enjoy his control over my bladder. In another minute, I'd have to put my penis back in my pants, and take whatever smirk he wanted to give me.
Finally, to my utter relief, my companion turned off the faucet and reached to grab paper towels. Our eyes met in the mirror and I saw him look down at my cock and then back up. He meticulously dried his hands with as much attention as he had washed them, while I stood peeless at the urinal, displaying my sorry member in the mirror. After what seemed like an eternity, in which whole galaxies could have been created and destroyed, he finally got himself ready to go. Before he did so, however, he looked at me and said, "hey dude, unisex Mudd's, far out." And he was gone.
I was stunned. To say that in that moment, I developed a whole new appreciation for Charlotte would be an understatement. If that wasn't enough, the moment I was alone in the bathroom, I felt a great urge to pee, and pee I did; Charlotte was right on that score also.
I must have been in the bathroom quite awhile, since the ladies were about to order lunch when I returned to the table. I went to Ethel's side of the bench since I was nervous about having Charlotte get up for me. Ethel let me in and I slid along the seat to my spot. After Ethel sat down again, I found myself with barely any seat for myself. The two ladies took up more than their share of the space and I was hemmed in between them. On either side of me their hips and shoulders were touching mine, and if I let my legs spread the slightest amount they would come in contact with one or the other of their legs. I tried keeping my knees together as best I could.
"Did you wash your hands?" Charlotte asked.
"Of course," I said sharply.
"You took a long time."
"I had to wait for someone." I had wanted to tell her what he had said about my Mudd's but she was being so irritating I decided to hold it back.
"Come choose something to eat, we're ready to order."
The waitress came back and started taking the orders. I rapidly scanned the menu looking for something I would like. It was a fairly elegant restaurant and the choices seemed complicated, containing fancy sauces and spices. I had barely gone through any of it, when I realized that everyone was waiting for me. The waitress was facing me with poised pencil. I hadn't really even looked at the menu so my words started to stumble out. "IIII, ummmm, ahhhh..." and then Charlotte intervened, "I think the menu is a bit too complicated for him." "Do you like chicken? or maybe a hamburger?"
"I can understand it," I said.
"Then hurry up," Charlotte said, "so you don't keep the young lady waiting."
Rapidly scanning the menu, I said, "I'll have the Ris de Veau."
Lei burst out laughing and my mom, Ethel and Charlotte in unison, said, "Greg! do you know what that is?"
"Veal with rice?"
"Not at all," Charlotte said firmly. "Its glands, organ meat.
Look, why don't you order something simple like chicken."
"OK!" I said with no small amount of irritation, "give me chicken!" I felt myself holding back tears. It had really looked like "riz" which is rice. If Charlotte hadn't forced me to go to the bathroom, and then rushed me with the menu, I would have realized the difference. I'm not crazy, I thought to myself.
"Its always a concern bringing children to this kind of restaurant," Charlotte said, "so hard to find something they like." She was saying this to the waitress and I fought back a second wave of tears. To top it off, Charlotte noticed that I hadn't yet put my napkin in my lap, and while talking to the waitress, she took it, opened it and laid it in my lap.
I settled into a funk, counting the minutes until this awful day was going to end. One thing I knew for sure was that I was never going to see Charlotte again if I could help it!
Charlotte and Ethel sat leaning their arms on the table, while I slouched in between them. Surrounded tightly on every side, I leaned back in my seat and moved my arms to my side, even though they then lightly touched the women. Charlotte was going on and on about some wonderful thing or another and I lost track of the conversation. The way Charlotte and Ethel had their arms forward at an angle, from my vantage point I could see the bulges of their breasts jutting out and hanging slightly down toward the table. Their breasts were within inches of my arms, and they were enormous. Looking up I tried to mentally compare them to my mom's and Lei's which were visible from a very different angle. None of them had a problem in the breast department, I thought. Eight breasts, I counted, and four bras holding their large pink orbs.
The waitress brought drinks, a coke for me, that I never even ordered. I reflected on the fact that my mom and Lei didn't know that I knew that they knew that I had tried on a bra. Evidently, my mom did not intend to confront me on it. But it felt more than a little weird to think that they suspected that about me. Maybe it was a normal thing for boys to do. Since I wasn't particularly effeminate, I suppose that they saw no real danger in me having done it. But it was interesting that my mom never hung her bras on the hook in the bathroom anymore.
I wondered if Charlotte and Ethel were aware that my arms were gently touching theirs. Perhaps they did, since it seemed like from both sides they were moving in a wee bit tighter against me. Nothing was being said between us, it was very subtle, and I have to admit that I felt no little excitement thinking that maybe they were flirting with me. Of course the age difference made it bizarre, and then at one point, Charlotte crossed her legs the other way and I felt the contact between us lessen. It must be all in my imagination, I thought.
While we waited for the food to arrive, Charlotte said, "Lei, lets take a look at your bras."
Lei reached under her seat for the package she had been carrying and handed it to Charlotte, who opened it and took out a handful of bras and laid them on the table cloth in front of herself which meant that they were practically in front of me. She held up the top bra, which was light blue with scalloped lace over the top of the cups.
"You're too much for a B, but not too much for a C. These Lilyette's are a rather small C so they fit you just a trifle snug."
"Yeah, it didn't feel like there was much more room. But they don't even make a D in that style."
"I know. Sometimes its not easy to find a bra that is both pretty and fits right. Flat women don't have any problems in finding pretty bras, but they're trying to make up in lace what they lack in womanhood."
I thought that was a rather nasty comment, but if anything, my mom, Lei and Ethel seemed to share a common scorn for flat chested women. Since the four of them were well endowed it was easy for them to think like that. I felt like saying something like, "is that fair!" but I was sure that Charlotte would have an answer for me, besides chewing me out.
"The girls in gym class are going to just chill when I wear my new bras," Lei said, "they're already envious of me, and now with some pretty bras like they have, they'll be jealous."
"Lei, you shouldn't talk like that," my mom said.
"You don't hear what they say about my old lady bras!"
"You don't have old lady bras, and you never had!"
"Well, you know what I mean. My bras are all kinda old and plain."
"You insisted on plain bras the last time we went shopping."
"We weren't shopping with Charlotte."
My mom laughed, "Charlotte what would we ever do without your fine taste!"
"Lei, I did nothing more than make a few suggestions."
"I just love my new bras. Especially the blue and the pink Lilyette's, and the flower Bali." She went through the bras picking up different ones. "And all the panties! Mom, you can give away my old white panties. Like Charlotte said, its best to match my panty with my bra every day." Out of the bag she had taken a stack of panties in various colors and I could see they matched the bras.
It seemed obvious that Lei was flaunting her special relationship with Charlotte, just to make sure I didn't encroach on her "territory." How fickle, I thought. She has just about all of Charlotte's attention anyway and still begrudges me the little bit of attention Charlotte gave me today, like even that was anything other than annoying!
Charlotte gathered up Lei's underwear and delicately placed them back in the bag. When she was done she said, "speaking of panties, Ethel get me your bag."
"Of course! Greg's panties, how could we forget," Ethel said, and she reached under her chair to find the package she had placed there earlier. My hope that Charlotte had forgotten about my panties was dashed. Now there was no way I could get out of trying them on and I was sure that this would confirm my mom's suspicion about her bra.
Ethel was having trouble finding the package with her left hand, so she tried reaching under the seat with her right hand, the one next to me. To do this she had to push against me with her upper body and as she did so, her breast pushed down very hard on my arm. I was surprised by how heavy and dense it felt. Perhaps it had to do with being constrained within its bra, I really don't know.
I made no effort to move, since there was no place to go except into Charlotte. I hoped the moment would never end, but finally Ethel's fingers found the package and she sat back up straight, handing it to Charlotte.
Charlotte reached into the bag and took out two packages of panties. The original package of white size 7's and a new package I hadn't seen before, containing light blue panties.
"We had some luck and they found these size sixes in the back room." She opened up the package, took one out and handed it to me. Embarrassed, I looked the panty over, and saw that it had a little blue bow on the front as well as a shiny blue applique rose on the left thigh. I didn't say anything, but I could see that the rest of them saw the ornaments as well as I did.
I didn't know what to say, so I said "thanks," even though that was not exactly what I was feeling.
"Don't thank me until you try them on and see if you like them. Between the two sizes, I'm sure that one of them will fit you well."
Just then the waitress came with lunch. As luck would have it, the first plate was my chicken, and she said, "you'll have to move your panties, so I can put your chicken down." She said this with a straight face looking directly at me. I averted my eyes and scooped up the panties as fast as I could.
"Sorry," I croaked.
During lunch Charlotte asked Lei about her summer plans. "I'm going to be a counselor at a wilderness camp in Utah. Hiking and living in the back country with a group of about 20 kids. I'm really looking forward to it!"
"When do you go, and for how long?" Charlotte asked a little sadly it seemed to me.
"I leave in a week and I'll be gone for about 8 weeks."
"Ethel and I will really miss you!"
"Thank you Charlotte!" Lei said, "I'll miss you both too."
"Send us a postcard or two, if you get the chance."
I wished that I could say I would miss Lei, but I couldn't. I was looking forward to being alone with my mom for the summer. We'd get to know each other much better than we do now.
"Greg won a place in a summer research program at NYU," my mom said, "his dad and I are very proud of him." Charlotte seemed genuinely interested hearing that and said, "congratulations, Greg! Tell us more about it."
"I'm going to a special mathematics research program this summer at NYU. Its for students starting in the fall, to get them on a fast track into research." I was enrolling in NYU for the fall, even though I would then be just seventeen, since I had skipped eighth grade.
"How marvelous, Greg!" Charlotte said with great sincerity, "you should feel very proud."
Blushing again, I said, "thank you Charlotte. I really like math and I'm excited about getting into the program. I'll be able to get some help from a faculty advisor, but I get to spend a lot of time doing independent research and I get a stipend."
"Its too bad you live in Queens. You'll have a long hot commute everyday. Won't you?" Charlotte said.
"It won't bother me," I said.
"Well we can't stand for that," Charlotte said emphatically, "and I know just the way to help you out."
Now addressing my mom she said, "Lillian, why don't you let Greg stay with me this summer? From my apartment, NYU is a short walk, and you know I have plenty of extra room. I'll give him one of the guest bedrooms."
"I don't know," my mom said haltingly, and then I saw a smile break out on the corner of her lips. Charlotte picked up on it immediately, for she added, "I'm reading your mind Lillian. It would free you up to join Greg's dad in London! Like you had been telling me, it's such a shame that he has to be all alone for so long, and that you would just love a vacation in Europe."
I must be a little slow witted, because it took a minute for me to grasp the plan that Charlotte and my mom were hatching. I couldn't imagine living in the same apartment with Charlotte. I had seen her in action this day and I could well imagine how difficult she'd be to live with day after day.
"Ummm," I said out loud, "I don't think its such a good idea, mom."
"Why, honey?"
"Well all my stuff is at home, and I don't mind the subway trip, and my friends are there."
"You could move all your important things to Charlotte's, and you already told me that most of your friends will be gone to camp and traveling for the summer. And you also complained to me about having to ride the subway; that was the one thing which made you hesitate about accepting the offer."
"But, its not fair to put Charlotte out like that!" I said with some desperation.
"Its no bother at all," Charlotte said. "In fact, it will be a great pleasure. And besides, Greg, you shouldn't deprive your mom of the opportunity to join your dad."
"But I don't mind staying at home alone! And what about Lei?
She'll be alone for a week."
"Lei can stay with me too for the week until she goes," Charlotte said.
"That would be neat!" Lei said. "I'd love to."
"Then its all settled," Charlotte said with finality. "Lillian, you buy a ticket to London as soon as you can, and I'll get the apartment ready for Greg and Lei."
My mom gave me a look, and I said, "Thanks Charlotte."
"Its no bother at all."
After a minute or two it was still silent, and I suddenly remembered what had transpired in the mens room. I don't exactly know why I now felt the need to say something nice to Charlotte, but I did, so I said, "in the mens room there was this guy who noticed my Mudd jeans and said I was real cool. Just like you said."
Charlotte looked at me a little strangely and then smiled. I thought she'd have something to say about that, but she didn't.
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