Charlotte's Niece

by Pamela

pamelapamela@hotmail.com

 

Chapter 21

 

Each new vagina I encountered appeared to be different from the others I had experienced, at least that was the impression I had formed as I continued to lick Ms. Gence's vagina under the table. Each had a different personality whether it was texture, smell, strength or whatever. When I was done with Ms. Gence, or rather, she was done with me, I saw a single finger appear from Ms. McCain under the table. When I went over to her I heard her say to Charlotte, "you're sure my period isn't a problem?"

"Don't be silly. The amount of blood is inconsequential. Besides its good for Vickie to experience every situation."

I knew I wasn't going to protest anyway so it hardly mattered what Charlotte thought. How bad could blood be? It could not be as bad as pee pee.

I put my tongue over Ms. McCain's vagina and felt around. There was a sharp taste so I collected some saliva in my mouth and licked it over the opening and pubic hair like I was giving it a little sponge bath. Then I poked my tongue inside where I felt the cord of her tampon. I held on to it with my teeth and pulled it. Ms. McCain said, "don't do that!"

"I'm sorry Ms. McCain," I said in a whisper. I concentrated on licking around the clitoris and sensed that I had struck a good spot. I licked steadily and felt her clitoris harden and she thrust her thighs together clutching my head. She seemed to come and then she relaxed. She was quite wet and I persisted in what I was doing for another few minutes before I felt her hand gently guide my head away.

Above me I heard Ms. Pauley say "I don't suppose its a good idea for me to have that kind of relationship with one of my employees."

"Really Angela. I think quite the opposite. You'll be able to make use of Vickie all during the day. She'll love it and so will you."

"Well I don't want to be the odd girl out," she said and she lowered her hand below the table and signaled me with a finger.

I spent the next fifteen minutes with her and I am sure I had done a great job since her thigh muscle flexed again and again as I must have found the perfect place to lay my tongue. When she was done I heard her say, "Come up, Vickie. That was so sweet. Thank you."

I looked to see if any of the women were giving me a signal. None were. Somewhat relieved I supposed my work was done and I climbed out from under the table and stood up.

Ms. McCain laughed and said, "Vickie, look in the mirror!"

I walked to one in the hallway. My face had large swatches of blood around my mouth.

"Clean yourself off," Charlotte said, "and then you can finish eating and clean up."

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said and did as she ordered.

My roast beef was ice cold when I got to it, but I ate it as fast as I could, even sort of like an animal. I was sure that Charlotte would have criticized me if she had been sitting at the table, but the women had gathered in the living room while I ate. I ate fast since I was nervous that at any second I'd have to help one of them pee or something else. While I ate I listened to their conversation.

"I don't know what to say," Ms. Gence said, "I think we're all a bit in a swoon. I mean really now Charlotte. How you could have trained Vickie so well in such a short time is a mystery. I think she really does understand how to pleasure a woman.

"Thank you. Then you've understood my point. The only way to get Vickie to really appreciate a vagina is to teach her how to give them pleasure and how to take care of them. How else can it be done since she does not have one of her own, though I imagine that one day she might."

I had to admit there was a kernel of truth to what Charlotte was saying. I did feel confident about vaginas now. Give me a vagina and my tongue will find its way to the clitoris. I know I can make a woman feel rapturous pleasure. One had to feel ones way around first. A few delicate probings with the tongue and one can find the spots that they react to.

"What else are you planning for her?" Ms. McCain asked.

"Well I have been thinking about letting her have my pee, as a reward for turning out so lovely, but after today's incident now I'm not so sure."

"What do you mean letting her have your pee?" Ms. McCain said. She seemed quite surprised.

"Just what it sounds like. There is no way for Vickie to get closer to my vagina than to accept my pee in her mouth. I mean we can talk about the pee hole of women from morning till night, but the fact remains that unless you actually are there to see and collect the pee, you don't really know what its about."

"That's such a strange idea Charlotte. I never thought about it before."

"Just ask yourself Rita, do you even know where your pee hole is? Can you point to it or see it?"

"Not really."

"Do you even know if its on the top or bottom of your vagina?"

"I think its the top," Rita said.

"Think? That's my point again. You don't know do you? For a women to see her own pee hole she'd have to stand in front of the mirror and pee all over the floor and counter."

The women laughed.

"But besides all that I see it as the ultimate gift I can give Vickie, I mean in so far as bonding with me. But her attitude today depresses me and I don't know any more. It seems like too much of a gift to one who doesn't appreciate all that they've gotten."

I got up from my chair and walked over to Charlotte fighting back tears. "Aunt Charlotte," I said, "excuse me Aunt Charlotte."

She turned to look at me. "Yes Vickie?"

"I'm sorry and I never want to hurt you," I said and lunged at her putting my arms around her neck and burying my face against her shoulder and chest. I sobbed a few times until I felt Charlotte pull me off.

"You're so dramatic." Turning to the ladies she said, "isn't she just beyond precious. She never fails to amaze me with her simplicity and honesty. As pure a heart as any young girls." Looking at me again she said, "maybe I can trust you after all. Children are so inconsistent I must remember to take that into account."

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte."

"Have you cleaned up yet?"

"No I am just about to, but I was wondering if I can have another piece of roast beef?"

"Sure you can. But first, do any of you ladies need Vickie in the bathroom?"

They shook their heads.

"OK, go run off and have some more dinner."

 

When I came back to Charlotte after finishing in the kitchen, she said, "come over here my sweet." I walked toward her looking at everyone's fingers for a sign.

"My, look at you," Charlotte said, "you've got some water on your skirt and top." While washing the dishes I had sprayed some water on myself and there were a couple of large wet spots one over my breast and on the black skirt.

"I'm sorry Aunt Charlotte. I'll try and be more careful next time."

"Don't worry, no harm done. You must be getting sleepy, but before I put you to bed, I want you to have one more chance with my vagina."

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte."

Charlotte was sitting in an arm chair. She lifted her legs up and put them on the coffee table and I got on the floor in front of her and moved under her legs. She helped me pull her pantyhose and panties down and spread her legs apart so my head was able to come up from between her legs and confront her vagina. It bothered me a little that the other ladies could see everything I was doing but I did feel some confidence in my abilities. While the ladies continued their conversation I licked Charlotte's vagina. Charlotte used one of her hands to push my hair back off my forehead and occasionally she rested her fingers on my cheek.

"Ahhh," Charlotte let out a sigh, "this is the life. As soon as I trained Vickie she become accommodating and appreciative. The lord knows I had better make sure she always has a vagina to work with or she'll get frantic. Its actually a comfort for her." I heard the ladies laugh. "Five vaginas is probably just about enough to fill up her entire day."

"You're making us jealous, Charlotte!" Ms. Sontag said and the women laughed again.

"I wouldn't have thought it possible. Particularly if you consider the way Greg was last week," Angela said.

"Boys, or men for that matter, are all bluff and no substance. You know that I know that better than anyone, with all the trouble I had years ago. Apart from their physical strength, well that does not exactly apply to all boys, they are the weaker sex. Their psyches are built on vagina worship. The sex they crave is really about making some vagina happy. They come out of vaginas and spend the rest of their days longing to stay near one. They need to be controlled. They crave the comfort and purpose a nice strong vagina gives them. Just look at our Vickie lapping away happily. Soon a nice pee pee will fill her with bliss."

I looked up at Charlotte as she looked down at me. I had been listening to her. I do not think I really understood what she was saying, not in total, but I did know there was no way that I would ever leave her vagina unless she told me to. I did want her vagina to be happy. I was afraid of making it mad at me. I shuddered at the thought.

"Men who want to wear dresses are a dime a dozen. And don't be fooled by the ones who act like they don't want to. Women's clothes are irresistible to them. See how pretty Vickie is in her corset. Somewhere in the middle of all that lace Greg is in a trance of happiness."

Like a bolt of lightening I suddenly saw myself as Greg again. Dressed as a pretty girl, trapped beneath Charlotte's legs, gently licking and playing with her vagina. He was trapped. He wasn't going anywhere. He couldn't. He didn't have the strength, or the will power. He wanted to be Vickie. He envied Vickie and he was going to pretend to be her as long as he could.

"She'll be in complete ecstasy once she gets to collect my pee pee. Its as wonderful and close a thing between a mommy and her daughter as there can be." Charlotte smiled down at me. Her hand rested on my temple. I felt her vagina tense up as if it were having a small orgasm.

I felt scared again. I was afraid that Charlotte's expectations would be too high. I would spit her pee out and make a mess and she would get mad and hit me.

"Let me see now if I can get her a drop or two," Charlotte said.

"She'll get it on the carpet," Ms. Gence said.

"I suppose you're right."

I felt Charlotte pull back her vagina from my mouth and she sat up slightly. She grabbed the back of my head with both her hands and pushed it forward against her vagina and said, "here!" I felt a small hot flash of liquid hit my face and run down past my cheek.

"It's running down her neck!" Ms. Sontag said.

Charlotte let go of me and swiveled her legs away. "Go grab a tissue and clean up!" she said as I struggled to my feet. My mouth had been closed when she had made her attempt to pee.

"That's going to need a lot of practice," Charlotte said. "Luckily its all on your blouse. We certainly don't want pee on the carpeting!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Charlotte," I said as I left to get a Kleenex. When I got back Charlotte told me it was bed time and I said goodnight to the ladies. Luckily, none of them were giving me a signal.

 

The next day Charlotte had me dress in my new pink dress with a crinoline. She only allowed me to wear my padded bra, saying that the large boobs were inappropriate for playing with younger kids. She tied two pink ribbons in my hair. "You'll want to make a good impression on Ms. Gence's cousins. They'll be here about 10. Please stay clean until then!"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte. I'll just wait in the living room and find a book to read."

"Fine. I'm sure I can trust you."

 

Charlotte left for work and I took a seat in the living room. The book I picked had been on the book shelf in my room. It was a teen romance novel entitled, "Patty's First Date." It was about Patty who never had gotten any dates while her big sister Sarah was the most popular girl at school. It was not that Patty was homely. Just too shy to be noticed by boys. But one day out of the clear blue sky a guy named Chris who she had had a secret crush on asked her out to the movies. She accepted the invitation and then her whole house fell into a tizzy getting her ready for the big occasion. First on the list was a new bra, a more womanly bra. She didn't want to wear a little girls bra on her first date. Her father did a lot of eye ball rolling while Patty and her mom discussed what they would have to buy.

I was reading with increasing excitement about how the date would go when I heard a key enter into the lock on the front door. Charlotte had locked me in with the dead bolt, but had given a key to Ms. Gence. I jumped up and waited expectantly to see what my playmates would look like. Ms. Gence entered accompanied by her two young cousins, Phillipe and Felicity. She introduced us. Though Phillipe was a few years younger than me he was fairly tall for his age so he was just an inch or two shorter than me. He had long straight blond hair combed to the side in a part and was wearing blue pants and a light blue shirt that reminded me of a prep school uniform. His younger sister Felicity was a brunette with bright excited eyes. She was wearing a pleated skirt and a white blouse.

"Vickie, show the kids your room. Its probably best if you play there as I've got some work to do out here." She pointed to a laptop computer she was carrying. "Please don't get too rambunctious. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun together."

As I led Phillipe and Felicity to my room I heard what sounded like snickers coming from them. I turned around and could see they were fighting back giggles. Inside my room I asked Phillipe what was so funny.

"Why are you wearing a little girl dress?"

Felicity burst into laughter. "I haven't had a dress like that since I was three!"

She and Phillipe laughed.

I didn't know what to say. I felt suddenly hot and awkward. "I like my dress. I don't think its nice to make fun of me."

"Sorreeeee," Phillipe said with obvious sarcasm. He and Felicity walked round the room looking at the dolls and the other stuff that Charlotte had decorated the room with.

"You're like a life size Barbie!" Felicity finally said.

"A baby," Phillipe said, "I can't believe Sara stuck us here with you."

"I'm not a baby. What I can't believe is how mean you both are. You just met me and you're trying to make fun of me and hurt my feelings."

"Then why are you dressed like that? Like a Barbie doll wearing little girl clothes," Phillipe said.

"Aunt Charlotte told me to wear this dress. She wanted me to look good for you two. Besides I like this dress. Its very pretty and Aunt Charlotte helped me pick it out."

"Then your Aunt Charlotte thinks you're a baby."

"No she doesn't. She really is very nice to me."

Phillipe sat on the edge of the bed and Felicity joined him. "We're sorry we made fun of you. Come sit with us."

Surprised by his apology, I came over to the bed.

"Come sit here," he said patting the bed beside him

I walked over and sat down next to him after tucking my skirt under me. "Want to play a game," I said. "I've got Monopoly?"

Phillipe looked at me. "I hate those games. Lets have some real fun."

"What do you mean by real fun?" I asked.

"Have you ever seen a boys penis?" Phillipe said.

"What?" I said. Felicity giggled.

"You know a penis. The little wiggling thing between guys legs?"

Felicity convulsed with laughter. "You're sick," I said. Phillipe put his arm over my shoulder. I took his hand and awkwardly moved his arm back. He immediately put it back to where it had been. We went through the same sequence again and then I just let him keep his arm on my shoulder. He clearly was going to be persistent.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. You can just say you haven't seen one."

"No, I haven't seen a penis and I don't want to see one and I think you're being rude."

"I've seen them," Felicity said. "They're not scary, just ugly."

"Hey you're just jealous," Phillipe said to Felicity.

"Am not," Felicity said. "I'm lucky I don't have one of those stupid ugly things between my legs."

"Then why are you always asking to get a peek at mine?" Phillipe said.

"You know thats not true. You're trying to show off for Vickie."

"C'mon Vickie," Phillipe said again looking at me. "I'm happy to show you my penis, so at least you would have finally seen one."

"Thanks, but no thanks," I said.

"You're a baby," Phillipe said.

"You're immoral," I said, "and could you take your arm off my shoulder?"

"What a baby. Well I want you to look anyway since I think you're scared." Phillipe got up, unbuckled his belt, unfastened the button of his trousers and pulled them down and sat back down next to me on the bed. I turned my head away. "You can look. I'm wearing just underwear."

I turned and looked. He was wearing white jockey shorts.

"Its in there," he said pointing to his crotch. Felicity laughed again.

"I know where it is," I said.

"Sure you don't want a peek?"

"No," I said sullenly. I realized that I was going to have to call for Ms. Gence to come in and straighten Phillipe out.

"You can touch it through the material if you want."

"Oh yuck," I said.

"I think its ridiculous that a girl your age has never seen a penis," Phillipe said.

I ignored him and turned away.

Phillipe grabbed my hand and tried to force it to touch his penis. He was surprisingly strong but I was able to deflect my hand so it missed.

"If you do that again, I'm going to tell Ms. Gence what you're doing."

"Go ahead," Phillipe said. "She'll never believe you. Tattle tale."

"Will you stop all this dumb stuff?" I said.

I had relaxed my hand and Phillipe took advantage of that to suddenly force it into his lap on top of his penis where he held it down with both hands. I struggled to free my hand, but the more I did so the more it moved over his penis. Finally I stopped struggling. I felt myself about to cry. "If you don't let go I'm telling Ms. Gence." He didn't budge. After a minute with my hand on his underpants, I suddenly yanked it away, got up and left the room to find Ms. Gence. She was sitting in the living room surrounded by her computer and several piles of papers.

"I'm sorry to disturb you Ms. Gence, but Phillipe is being really mean to me. Can you tell him to stop?"

She scrutinized me with a slightly annoyed expression. She had been deep in thought over something she was working on.

"Can't you work it out among yourselves? You've only been together for a few minutes. How bad can it be?"

Phillipe appeared behind me fully clothed.

"Vickie says you're being mean to her. What did you do?"

"We're playing Monopoly and Vickie started to cheat and I wouldn't let her. Felicity will tell you that that's the truth!" Phillipe looked like he was totally upset.

Felicity appeared out of nowhere and chimed in, "that's right Ms. Gence. Vickie is a cheater."

Ms. Gence starred at me and said. "Look Vickie. I don't want to have to call Charlotte, since you know as well as I do that she will be none too happy to find out that you've not been a perfectly good little girl today. Its your apartment. You have to treat your guests extra special nice. Understand?"

I sensed that Ms. Gence was holding back anger and I became afraid to speak. If I mentioned what Phillipe was really doing, she was likely not to believe me. "Yes, Ms. Gence. I'll try and be better."

Back inside the room Phillipe said, "if you do that again, I'll go out there and tell Ms. Gence that you forced Felicity and me to look up your dress at your panties."

"I would never do such a thing!"

"Look. All I want is for you to take a little peek at my penis. If you do that I'll ignore you the rest of the day."

"Do you really mean it?" I said.

"Yes, of course. I promise."

"All right. Lets get it over with and then we can do some something like play cards."

"Sure, fine," Phillipe said. He got up, pulled down his pants and then his underwear and faced me.

I looked at his penis for a second and said, "OK, I've seen it. It looks great. Thanks." The penis was partially erect. There was some pubic hair surrounding it. It looked a lot like my own.

"You can touch it if you want."

"I don't want to touch it. Look, you said that was all. I looked at it. Now put your pants back on and we'll play something else."

"Do you want to see me pee?"

I glowered at him. This was clearly going to just get sicker and sicker. "Look. Put your pants back on right now. I've had it and I'm going to tell Ms. Gence."

"Some people are really dumb Vickie. You're just a dumb Barbie. Sara is not going to believe you."

"We'll see about that!" I said and turned around and went back to Ms. Gence.

She was not happy to see me, but I ignored it and said, "Ms. Gence you've got to help me. Phillipe is just crazy. He's doing all kinds of crazy things!"

Ms. Gence got up and rushed past me to the bedroom and entered without knocking. I ran behind her and when I looked in I saw Phillipe and Felicity sitting next to the monopoly board spread out on the floor. There was money in three separate piles on three sides of the board and various properties had houses on them.

"Hey, where did the monopoly set come from," I said, "we weren't playing monopoly at all!"

"Whats the problem cousin Sara?" Phillipe said.

"Nothing," Ms. Gence said. She took my hand and led me forcibly back to the living room.

"Sit down," she directed me. "Now I understand first hand the sort of problems Charlotte has had with you. I guess she's the only one who can reach you." She picked up the phone and began dialing a number. I burst into tears. "Its not like you think! I'm not lying!"

"Hello Charlotte, sorry to disturb you, but I think you need to give a warning to Vickie to behave herself. She's accusing Phillipe of all kinds of crazy things, when the problem appears to be that Phillipe and Felicity have caught him cheating in monopoly." She listened to something Charlotte said and then said, "yes, of course."

She handed the phone to me.

"Hi, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"I can't believe that you're acting so immature. And to bother Ms. Gence who is doing you a favor by bringing Phillipe and Felicity by, is truly incomprehensible to me."

"No one will listen to me, Aunt Charlotte," I said through my tears.

"Crying again? Phillipe and Felicity are younger than you. And you're the one crying? Who is the baby there?"

`I'm sorry Aunt Charlotte," I said with resignation.

"Promise you'll make an effort to be nice to Phillipe and Felicity."

"Yes, I promise."

"So lets understand ourselves. If anything more happens, I'll come home early with the belt."

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte. Nothing more will happen."

"Good, now put Ms. Gence back on."

Still crying I went back to the bedroom. I purposefully left the door wide open, but Felicity got up and closed it.

"A cry baby on top of everything else," she said.

I was miserable. I could only imagine what was coming. Perhaps I should hit Phillipe if he tries anything. If I actually could hurt him, I could be certain he'd run to Ms. Gence and then my goose would be cooked.

Phillipe took off his pants and underpants again. "I want you to watch me pee."

I rolled my eyes and followed him to the bathroom. "See, its sort of like a fire hose. You can put out fires with it if you want to."

Felicity came in to watch. Phillipe said, "when the pee starts I want you to control the direction."

He stood facing the toilet bowl and when the pee started coming out in an arc he said, "now you can direct it."

I reluctantly reached out and gently nudged the penis to one side so the pee stream shook back and forth. "Don't be afraid. Make it go all over." I held the penis with my thumb and fore finger and jiggled it back and forth so the pee spattered on all side of the toilet.

"Wasn't that fun?" Phillipe asked after his pee had stopped and I had let go of his penis.

"No."

"Now come back to the bed and sit with me." I did as he said.

"You can hold my penis as much as you want," he said.

"I don't want to hold it." Phillipe looked at me and I reluctantly put my hand in his lap and rested my fingers on top of his penis. "Grasp it in your hand," he said.

I held it like it was a hot dog or something. It was hot to the touch and started to swell. "Ain't that neat," Phillipe said, "it gets bigger."

"Whoop dee doo," I said, "can I let go now?"

"No. I'm really surprised by your attitude. This is your first chance to touch let alone even see a penis and you act like you don't care. Are you a Lesbian?"

"No. I just don't like you."

"Too bad. Now I want you to hold it nicely and slide your fingers up and back. I have one last little thing to demonstrate."

"What do you mean?" I said, horrified.

"Get on your knees in front of me and look at it while you stroke it."

I swiveled off the bed and did as he said. First I had to arrange my skirt around me. I moved my hand up and back, slowly and gently over his penis. Felicity was watching intently. The penis had gotten fully erect. My hand was getting tired so I switched hands.

"More on the underside. You must have done this many times. You seem like such an expert," Phillipe gasped. Well of course I had masturbated a thousand times in my life already. It was creepy touching another boy's penis, but on the other hand it was something girls obviously did all the time. Why should Vickie be an exception? I knew what felt good with me and I found myself trying that out on Phillipe's penis. It seemed to work extremely well. He was terribly excited. I stopped to rest my hand. Before I could get to rub him again he said, "keep it up, keep it up, don't stop."

I kept at it. Some liquid was dribbling out of the end of the penis which made the rubbing smoother and easier. "Look at it close," he gasped. I leaned in a little closer. Suddenly his penis got extremely stiff and I felt a hot glob of cum hit me on my nose between my eyes, and then another on my mouth. "Jesus," I said and let go of him. I ran to the bathroom and washed my face off with soap and water. When I came back Phillipe had lain back with his shrinking penis exposed. "Man that was great," he said, "you've got cum all over your carpeting." I got a tissue and cleaned it up. Would Charlotte notice? I supposed she would, so maybe I'd get a beating after all, especially if the stain did not go away.

"Lets play monopoly," Phillipe said and Felicity agreed.

I sat down on the floor next to them and we played.

 

After playing monopoly for an hour, Ms. Gence came into the room and offered us lunch. "Now this is so lovely. You see Vickie, the key to a nice time is reigning in your impulses."

"Yes, Ms. Gence."

After lunch we finished the monopoly game and then played "Shoots and Ladders." When the kids were getting ready to leave Ms Gence said, "So whats the verdict for tomorrow? Would you kids like to come again?"

"Yes!" Phillipe said, "I've had a great time. I'd love to repeat tomorrow what we did today!"

"So would I," Felicity said.

"Good, then I'll tell Charlotte to expect us again tomorrow."

I wished Ms. Gence had asked me my opinion, since I would have said no. I would have thought of some excuse. What nasty things was Phillipe going to think up for the next day?

Before Phillipe left, he took me aside and whispered in my ear. "Tomorrow I'll give you another chance with my penis since you loved it so much. And besides I want to feel you up and explore underneath your skirt."

I scowled at him. "I don't think so!"

"Just you wait and see," he said. "Oh, and I hope you wear your Barbie dress again. I think you look cute in it."

 

When my guests were gone I sat down in the living room and contemplated what was to come the next day. Fending Phillipe off for hours was not going to be fun or even possible. I could not let him "explore up my dress," else he would find out that I was carrying my own penis. It was totally disgusting and so unfair. Touching his penis was gross and I could not imagine having to do it again. Maybe I should just yank it really hard. If he screamed then Ms. Gence would come running and see for herself what he was doing. The more I thought about it the more I realized that Phillipe would just tell her that I had reached in his pants and grabbed his cock. Then she would have me arrested more than likely.

There was a couple of hours until Charlotte would return, so I picked up the novel and continued reading. Patty not only got a new bra, but her mom bought her a new slip, stockings and a slinky dress to show off her curves. Even her grandma got in the act by paying for a visit to the beauty parlor.

On the night of the big date Patty nearly swooned when Chris showed up looking so handsome. However, over the course of the evening she learned that Chris was a remarkably dull companion. He could not seem to put two words together to make a sentence. All he wanted to do was touch her, kiss her, whatever. She spent the evening fending him off and being bored. Phillipe is my Chris, but only worse I thought. When I was Greg I was always nice to girls. I never mistreated them. They were always special to me and I always tried to be considerate of them. Now I have to experience such creeps like Phillipe, and I cannot imagine why Felicity plays along with him. I could not imagine what sick things they did with each other or were planning for me.

 

When Charlotte came home she was not upset. After I made her martini she said, "you know Vickie I was very upset after Sara's first phone call, but she called again later to say that you kids were getting along great with each other and that you were acting like a fine young lady. In fact Phillipe and Felicity had nothing but nice things to say about you and that they were looking forward to playing with you again tomorrow. Under the circumstances I am willing to forgive and forget. I suppose its inevitable that you'll have relapses to your old Greg behaviors. It never ceases to amaze me exactly how much of a child you really are. Imagine, Phillipe and Felicity are both much younger than you, but you're the big baby and they have to show you how to be mature.

I could have said oceans about the real Phillipe and Felicity but it was certain that Charlotte would never believe me. It would end up that it was my idea to masturbate Phillipe and I would be sent to prison for corrupting minors. "I'm sorry Aunt Charlotte and thank you for giving me a second chance. I'm sure tomorrow will go along just fine."

"Apology accepted," she said. "lets eat!"

After a dinner of leftovers, Charlotte retired to the living room while I washed up in the kitchen. I joined her after I was done.

"I think Ethel should be back tomorrow!"

"Really?" I said with excitement. I missed her much more than I had realized. "I can't wait to see her".

"There's so much you can show her now. I'm sure she'll be impressed. I was thinking that its probably a good time for you to get some practice with catching my pee pee. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Aunt Charlotte, I thought you said it would be awhile before I'd be ready, if at all."

"I know, but I think you're ready. Last night you showed a remarkable degree of skill in making so many ladies content. I do think its time. So come with me. We'll start very modestly."

She got up and went into her bedroom. I was terrified and froze in my place. I thought of running but realized that after yesterday she had bolted the front door. "Come here," she called out to me. I slowly walked into her bedroom, shaking slightly with fear.

She had taken off her clothes except for her bra.

"Lie on the bed," she ordered without looking at me. "Slide down so your head is away from the end." I did as she said. My skirt and crinoline were bunched up over me as I lay on my back. Charlotte climbed on the bed and swung her leg over me so that her head was toward my feet and her knees were on either side of my head. She lowered her vagina over my face. "Make sure your mouth covers the top of my vagina," she said. She wiggled a little and pushed down hard against my mouth. "How is it?" she said.

"I think its OK, Aunt Charlotte," I said with a partially stifled cry. I was in a near panic.

"OK. Good. I'm going to pee just a little. You make sure you get it all in your mouth. Then I'll let you up if you want to spit it out. OK?"

"Yes," I mumbled. I began crying and awaited the hot liquid. I felt her muscles tensing and then a hot stream of pee poured out into my open mouth. I gagged almost immediately and entered into a violent cough that sent pee all over myself, Charlotte and her bed. She jumped up screaming and slapped me hard on the cheek. "Jesus Christ you brat. This is never going to work! I can't be doing a million sheets. We have to find another way to teach you."

I lay on the floor whimpering and holding my cheek.

"I'm sorry I hit you Vickie. It was wrong of me. Lets try something different." She led me into her bathroom and stood with her legs apart. "You get on your knees and put your mouth over my vagina again. This time if you don't catch it, it'll just go on you and your pretty dress. You don't want that do you?"

"No, Aunt Charlotte," I said through my tears.

I got on my hands and knees and crouched between her legs and then somewhat awkwardly positioned my mouth under her vagina. "Thats great," Charlotte said. "Now we try again. I'm not going to put a lot in there. Just a little so you can get used to the sensation and taste. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."

Once again I felt her muscles tighten. With her free hands she gripped my head hard and then I felt the warm flow of pee. It fell directly into my mouth and despite my feelings of having to retch it began collecting without going down my throat. After a minute, Charlotte stopped. I had almost a full mouth of pee. It slightly burned my tongue. It tasted acidic. I felt faint. Charlotte let go of my head and I got up and staggered to the toilet where I spit it out.

Charlotte seemed besides herself with joy. "How marvelous Vickie. I'm so proud of you! You see its not so bad as you thought! Maybe a little hot and I can see that the heat could be a surprise for you." She came up to me and hugged me. I could barely comprehend what she was saying. The experience had been awful and I could not imagine ever getting used to it. The tears flowed down my cheek.

"Now anytime I give four fingers I'll have you take my pee. I'm sure you'll grow to love the kind of closeness that it brings us. Its just so special."

If she had notice my tears she did not seem to mind them. I continued to cry quietly. She got a tissue and wiped my eyes.

"Will I have to do this for all the ladies?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer.

"Well, I haven't thought about it. I suppose its OK. I'm sure that the other ladies will want you to. They'll probably enjoy the intimacy it gives them with you. Anyway, now you should get ready for bed. Tomorrow is another big day for you."

 

Later, after I was dressed in my nightie and under the covers, Charlotte came to my room to say goodnight. She held up four fingers and I got out of bed and onto the floor next to her in my bathroom. She was wearing a black nightie which she lifted up and I placed my mouth once again over her vagina. This time she did not hold onto my head. Almost immediately she began peeing and it filled up my mouth. It seemed like it was close to overflowing when she stopped, said goodnight and walked out of the room. I hastened to the sink where I spit the pee out, then I brushed my teeth and went back to bed.

 

I had a night of dreams unlike any that I can remember. I was in a large ornate hall with fine polished wood and gold sconces on the walls. I had to desperately pee. There were toilets everywhere, but whenever I tried to get to one there was some reason why I couldn't get to it. Whether it was other people using it or the doorway to it suddenly vanished. Finally, in desperation I told myself I had better pee or I'd hurt myself. There would never be a free toilet but it was just a dream after all and I realized that it was OK to pee since in a dream real pee never came out. With much foreboding I concentrated on peeing. I went to a quiet corner of the hall near some furniture. I told myself its OK. Go ahead, pee. Its fine. It cannot hurt anything and I have to save my bladder. I resisted, but then gave into it and I relaxed and then I felt a blissful release as my pee flowed and the pain subsided in my loins. In the middle of peeing I awoke with the realization that I had peed in my bed. Its late at night and dark. My legs, the sheets and covers are sopping wet. I began to cry. I would have to clean the mess up in the morning after Charlotte went to work and before Phillipe and Felicity came. I didn't know how I'd be able to do it, but I'd try. Or Charlotte would kill me. I remembered the taste and feel of her pee. Will she want me to collect her pee as soon as she wakes? I fell asleep again.

 

In the morning Charlotte entered my room and shook me awake. "Hurry up out of bed. I have to go!" When I opened my eyes I saw that she was holding up four fingers.

"One second, Aunt Charlotte," I said and then realized that my gown was soaking wet from the waist down. I contemplated what to do when I saw that Charlotte noticed the large wet stain soaking through the top cover. "Oh my God! You wet the bed!" she yelled.

Charlotte pulled off the coverlet and sheet exposing the pee soaked sheet and mattress beneath me. Her face was contorted in anger. "So this is the kind of crap I have to deal with! Wetting the bed. You're a goddamn baby!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Charlotte! I don't know how it happened!"

"Don't know how it happened?" she echoed. "What a mess. I've never seen such a thing! Act like a baby. Be a baby. See how you like it." She grabbed me by the neck and pushed my face into the wet part of the bed. I cried hysterically. She then dragged me to my feet and led me out of bed, across the hall and into her bedroom.

"Up on the table," she said pointing to the changing table.

"What are you doing, Aunt Charlotte?"

"Shut up," she shouted. She pulled my gown over my head and removed it so I was naked. Then she pushed me back against the table. I climbed on it and lay down. She made me lift my legs up to a fetal position. She took a cloth diaper off the lower shelf, folded it and shoved it under me and pulled the ends tight around my legs. She fumbled with two safety pins until she had attached the top and bottom ends of the diaper together. Then she got a pair of plastic pants with flowery lace across the seat and put each of my feet through the leg holes and pulled them up to my knees. She had me stand and then pulled up the pants over the top of the diaper. "There Vickie. Thats how we deal with babies. Act the baby, be the baby."

"It was just an accident," Aunt Charlotte.

"You'll be in diapers until I tell you otherwise."

"But Philippe and Felicity are coming!".

"No matter. You'll wear the diaper under your dress. If Sara has to change you she will. I'll be damned if you'll spill one more drop of pee in your bed. Now we have some laundry to do! But first, you still have a job to do in my bathroom.

  

  

  

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